Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter. Which is good; Rowling and Kripke make it so much better than I could.

{Blah}= Harry

{Blah}=Gabriel

"Blah"= Parseltongue

Settling In

"Stupid human" Salazar scolded once again, as he wrapped himself tighter around Harry's chest. Ever since his defeat of the troll on Halloween and his subsequent return at Christmas, Sal had refused to part from his master for longer than a few hours, in fear that he'd disappear again, and had also been lecturing him on his stupidity . Which was completely ridiculous. There were only so many enemies could force Harry into pushing enough grace and magic out of his body that the force literally ripped his body apart at the seams and scattered it's atoms across the whole bloody planet. It took him four two whole months to rifle through every particle in existence and then find the right ones for him to rebuild his body with.

It was annoying.

But still, as mentioned beforehand there was very few beings in the world that using so much grace on wouldn't be classed as overkill and...

"What's grace?" A confused, slightly posh voice asked, with a dog like quality to it.

{I've been monologuing out loud? Great}

"What's that Dri?," Harry said, feigning complete innocence.

"You've been rambling and ranting for the past two hour's about something or other. Before that you were discussing the finer points of female anatomy for well over an hour with, uh, well yourself. You'd speak, then stop as though someone was replying, and then speak again" Dri said

"And by the way" he continued "several small innocent first years may now be scared for life because of your sexual education lesson; very vivid mate, some of those comments say a lot about you,"

Harry blushed and glanced at the twins who were busy laughing themselves to death and Hayden who was flushed crimson with dilated pupils.

"How long has he been like that?" Harry questioned, slightly worried for his all but drooling twin.

Dri looked at the older Potter brother and then answered "Since you mentioned Pagan bonding rituals and leather spandex,"

Hayden flushed even brighter, despite the seeming impossibility of the action and promptly ran upstairs to his dorm (given that Harry had casually strolled into the Gryffindor common room via decorating the Fat Lady with marker pen drawings until she relented and opened the portal)

Shaking his head to clear it of Gabriel's memory of himself and Kali in such a situation.

{I was talking out loud?}

{Apparently. Be more careful}

{It's not my fault. This body may look exactly the same, but it's factory new. We have to re-teach ourselves all our muscle memory. It's hard to talk to you without our mouth saying my half}

Harry pulled from out from the conversation when it reverted to throwing childish insults at each other due to sheer boredom. The young Ravenclaw switched his thoughts to a new topic.

Ever since he'd returned he'd gone out of his way to avoid Terry. Harry did feel slightly guilty for that though given that Terry was completely isolated, and he was willing to admit (to Gabriel only, that is) that it hurt to see his former friend in such obvious misery. But Harry wasn't going to just sit back and welcome the prat back in after what he'd done. The metaphorical flashing, neon sign that Terry carried around was a dead give away that he felt guilty and just so happened to be the only reason he wasn't being targeted by the onslaught of humiliating and cruel pranks that Corner and his cronies were being hit with (the jerks had been responsible for him losing his body-temporarily- if only indirectly).

The other people he was continuing to avoid and hate with every fiber of his being was the Potter Parents, Rudolph Carrot Top (Translation: Ron Weasley) and the Great Pumpkin Albus-Susan-Arnold-I don't care what comes next-Dumbledore. The four people were those that he wished he could zap to T.V land (and in fact had done for James and Lily) and leave them stuck there for all eternity.

{Yes. Potter's. Weasley. Dumbledore. All must die}

{Wow, that's going a bit far don't you think}

{Too much? How 'bout this- Potter. Weasley. Dumbledore. All must be pranked}

{'Die' had more ring to it I'll grant you, but yeah the second one makes us sound more like us and less like a certain sadistic brother of mine}

{Lucifer?}

{No Balthazar. The stuck-up douche stabbed us- US!- STABBED!-US!}

{He didn't know it was us.}

{Even worse, we could have just been some poor, defenseless kid}

Harry stifled a laugh at the thought of Gabriel ever being helpless or defenseless. {We were stealing his angel blade to pass on to an untrained, underage wizard; by the way we should probably start that training soon}

{We could have been a curious kid. And yeah we'll get right on that}

Their conversation was halted by an interruption from the resident co-king of Pranks.

"You know," Dri commented "That one sided conversation was very enlightening. I'd love to psycho-analyze you," he finished with a hopeful and almost creepily wanting lift to his voice.

"You are not being my shrink," Harry deadpanned.

"And why do you think that is, Harry?" Dri asked patiently.

Harry responded by walking away. Dri just laughed maniacally.

So, really short chapter here guys and I do apologize for that, but right now I can't be bothered writing the actual plot parts so this is just to carry you over until I get round to it.

By the way I want to give you a small challenge. If I get ten more reviews for this story from today then a section of the next chapter will be dedicated to Hayden's training- I'll give you a hint; 'Pig in a Poke' and 'Hot Sauce'! Shout out to anyone who guess' (it's really not hard)

So that's it for now. Again- short chap, my apologies- cya next time. Yozza Out!