Dear Professor McGonagall,
I have to say, I was moderately surprised when I read your letter... As I haven't been apart of your world since I was 15 months old, and no one, not a single one of you, bothered to stop in and check in on me, or my living conditions. Even after I was beaten senseless by my uncle every night... Even when I was sent to bed starving more often then fed... Even when I was diagnosed with cancer, and lay alone, on my death-bed... I am beginning to think that not even one of your kind even gave me a passing thought after that fateful Halloween night I defeated your dark lord..
Still, as one my adopted fathers who pulled me from the depths of despair and darkness would say; That is not of importance. What is of importance is my answer. And I am afraid that answer is no...
I owe my adopted fathers and uncle my life in every sense of the word. They broke the laws of heaven and earth, and even went back in time to save me. I will not leave them now when they need me most. And they need me now more then ever. Lucifer has been freed. The end in nigh. And I have to be there with them to stop it. So deal with your dark lord problem like you should have ten years ago; On your own!
So in ending; Go screw yourselves.. We're busy.
~ Harold Celestine-Winchester, Son of Dean and Cas.