AN: Hey... I know you're mad. I know that I'm gonna get mixed happy and angry comments. But, I've... No, you don't want to hear excuses. I'm trying to get back into writing, after four months of not. (Has it really been four months? It doesn't seem that long...) I hope that you enjoy, and that you leave a review if you wanted to let me know!

I have no way of having any claim over either Harry Potter or Supernatural. It would be a shame if I did, then crap like this would happen...

Giada Draven, out!

It was an incredibly tense day when the owl that Hermione forced to send her Howler returned, and the entirety of those sitting in the kitchen, already tense as it was, nearly fell over with how rigid they became. Fred and George were the only ones that were sitting normally, offering a perch to the owl and giving it their bacon. And, as Harry's message played, they sat just as cool as a cucumber. Remus had been incredibly worried, but with the closing words he slowly relaxed enough for the owl to hop onto his shoulder and start grooming his hair. The younger Weasleys were not surprised, though Ginny and Ron were sad that Harry was not coming back (for vastly different reasons). The rest of the order members started chattering, about how the war effort would fare without him.

Hermione just sat in the corner, numb for being called out. Did Harry not see she was trying to save him from the influence of that demon? She resolved, then and there, that she would do everything in her power to show him the error in his ways.

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Lucifer landed them in a quaint living room, warm and comforting with a fireplace just waiting to be lit. It was darkly colored, dark mahogany floor with deep red walls and tall bookshelves. The oval rug was a nice cherry red, and the glass centered table set off the rest of the room's ornaments nicely. There were two couches, angled around the table to face the fireplace so that it would be easy to sit and read a book in the evenings. Harry collapsed into one of the couches, sighing as he placed his backpack onto the ground beside him.

They had landed in another safe house, this one in Maryland. It was an older plantation house that many tourists stopped to take pictures of on their way to DC. The room they were currently in was the family living room, which Harry had a feeling he would be in a lot in the evening to read. Outside the two doors that opened into a hallway, on the left leading to the wrap-around porch and on the right emptying into the foyer that allowed access to the rest of the house. It was easy to tell that while it was a big house, it wouldn't take much to make it feel lived in. Sirius set out to find a bedroom, and Lucifer went to the kitchen for the sake of seeing if it was still stocked properly from when he built up food reserves in all the safe houses before getting Harry at Hogwarts. It was mostly non-perishables, so he would have to travel the three miles to the nearest town. The kitchen had three doors, one that lead to the hallway from before and therefore the porch, one to the foyer and staircase, and the last a half door with a small counter that was for taking tea to the receiving room (otherwise known as the formal living room).

Inside the kitchen itself there were two small pantries flanking the door to the staircase, and a fridge along the wall that held the half door. Opposite that wall was an oven (set in the stone of the kitchen wall), a stove, and some counters with cupboards underneath for dishes.

As Lucifer was finding something to fix, Sirius darted upstairs to where the bedrooms were. Immediately right of the staircase he came up was an old door that opened to a rickety, small version of the slightly grandiose staircase he had just come up. He figured it led to an attic, and continued on right to find a room to claim. Outside the large windows on the halls outer wall, a huge yard was visible, with an old tree that had a tire attached. At the end of the hall was two window alcoves that encompassed a room that he immediately claimed as his own. It was a deep blood red, complemented by black furnishings, gold decoration, and oak shelves.

After he set his bag onto the bed, he continued to explore the rest of the rooms. Across from his was what was obviously the master bedroom, with a large king sized bed in the center of the right wall, next to the large walk in closet that shared the wall with what was probably an en suite bath. The room was decorated in light, calming greens and blues, making it feel homey, yet separate from the rest of the house that was mostly in deep reds.

Along the next hallway, that seemed to wrap around the outer edge of the house parallel of the other hall, were large windows that were split by french doors. They opened to a balcony that was just above the front part of the porch, creme coloured chairs and tables allowing for a nice place to sit at sunset.

This was were Sirius settled, turning into Padfoot and curling up in a chair to sleep until food was ready. Harry, who had nearly fallen asleep in the living room, came up the stairs at about the same time. He went up the rickety attic stairs instead of finding a room on the second floor. Up there was a sturdy bed, covered by about three different covers that were nowhere near matching and several decorative pillows on top of one normal pillow. A scuffed up side table seemed to be barely holding on to life, being propped up by an old box. Across the room, on the other side of the stairs, was several old boxes and piles of junk. The thing that caught Harry's attention was an old Ruger pistol, the kind that were meant for ladies to carry in their purses at night.

He walked over to it, blowing the dust off as he picked it up. He struggled for a moment to open the chamber, but found that it was fully loaded. Closing the chamber, he started meandering his way back to the kitchen to ask Lucifer to teach him how to shoot.

Lucifer was putting up the cooking oil and pan, having found some canned meat and made a Spam sandwich for each of them. "Thanks, Luc." He said when he picked up the sandwich pushed towards him. "I'm guessing that we need to run to the store?"

"Yeah," his brother nodded. "We need some milk, eggs, butter, and meats. Hopefully until then we can live on cereal and ramen."

"Of course!" laughed Harry. After taking a bite, he set down his food. "I found something up in the attic."

"Oh?"

"It was an old ladies pistol, fully loaded. I made sure the safety was on before I picked it up. I was wondering… would you teach me how to use it?" He looked down, knowing that even though Luci wanted him to be able to protect himself, he would also be so overprotective that anything like this might be deemed too dangerous.

Crossing his fingers, he looked back up. Lucifer was torn, wanting to teach him and bond over it like when he had taught fledglings to fly, but not wanting his little brother to get hurt. Finally, he sighed, holding out his hand. "Can I see it? Might as well figure out what model so that you can take care of it yourself, and see about getting some bullets." The next moment, he was nearly tackled to the ground in a hug as Harry laughed and jokingly whooped for joy.

They went out back, setting up targets and shooting until the gun was supposed to have run out of bullets. When they checked the chamber, the bullets were gone but as they watched it slowly began to materialize more in each slot. It was agonizing how slow it was, and it definitely could not be relied on for instant reload in battle, but it was better than having to stop, open it, and replace each bullet.

With this discovery, they continued on with their practice, making a list for groceries as they waited for the bullets to reload. Sirius continued to nap, only getting up to grab his Spam sandwich when Lucifer and Harry yelled at him from the front yard.