Previously on Angel in Disguise…
So… What exactly are you?" Harry hesitated before he opened his mouth to answer.
Bobby and Dean waited for the answer while the kid opened his mouth and shut it again like a fish. There was still a hint of pain in his eyes as he scratched at something on his forehead and opened his mouth again, this time looking them both in the eye.
"I don't think you'll like what I have to say." Harry began, adding, "We've only just met you guys and Anna."
Bobby looked at Dean sharply as the younger man nodded and told him, "She went back to England to sort something out for them. Apparently she crashed in front of Harry and his friend then brought them here when something happened."
"I guess that was bound to happen when you told me and shoved that idjit in the room," Bobby answered a thoughtful look on his face while Harry stood there, silently and listening to the conversation. Dean nodded and rolled his eyes before he looked at Harry before explaining, "Drinking problem. We're trying to detox him."
"Okay… Sounds like my uncle." Harry muttered, shaking his head, something in his eyes telling them there was more to the boy's statement before it was gone in a split-second and his face was impassive.
"So… wanna tell us why you had a flash headache?" Bobby tried again, looking at the kid as he sighed and brought out a stick, holding it up at the ceiling with the statement, "I'm a wizard."
Bobby gripped the wheels on his chair tightly as Dean glared. Harry felt like they were watching him with only the look of murderers as he held his other hands and let the wand drop, adding quickly, "I'm not evil."
"He's telling the truth." Came Hermione's voice from the doorway. She came into the room and stood by her friend, looking at the scene before her, "Harry has the kindest heart, even after all the shit he's been through."
"I take it, you're like him?" Bobby asked, looking at the girl as she nodded and bought out a smaller, lighter stick to show them and dropped it onto the floor with the other.
"My name's Hermione. We were born with our magic." Hermione told them, "Whatever type of witch, or wizard, you've encountered, we're not like that. We didn't make a deal."
"There's a difference?"
"YES!" Both teenagers shouted. Harry stooped down and got the stick he'd dropped and came back up as Bobby grabbed something from the desk. Holding his hand up, Harry quickly waved his wand, causing the gun Dean had been holding to turn into a rubber chicken. Yelling out as he saw the light streaking toward him, Dean threw it to the ground and looked to both teens, both of whom were looking serious.
"Not exactly what I was aiming for," Harry explained, waving his wand again and reverting the chicken back into a gun, "But you should get the gist."
Dean and Bobby still looked at Harry and Hermione with a dangerous look causing Hermione to sigh softly and look to her friend while saying, "Harry, cast a Patronus."
"A what?" All three men looked at her, two with confusion etched into their faces, before Harry nodded, pointed his wand at Dean, uttering, "Expecto Patronum."
"What the fuck?!" Dean yelled, jumping out of the way as a silver stag leapt out of the wand with waves of what felt like happiness spilling around it into the room. Harry waved the wand around, causing the stag to prance around the two men as Dean picked himself up, watching fascinated as an otter joined the stag as Hermione uttered the same words. Both animals seemed to be made purely of light before they faded and both wizards brought their wands down and left the room semi-darkened and happiness that seemed to linger.
"As Anna said, there's a difference between the Wizarding World and whatever you've encountered." Harry said, looking at them both with blazing green eyes. Bobby seemed to look thoughtful before he nodded and pulled out a book.
"How come we've never heard of your kind then?" Dean heard himself asking, looking at Bobby with a look then back at the kids. Hermione sighed and folded her arms while Harry just scratched his forehead again with a furrowed brow.
"Because we were hunted in the past. By muggles." Hermione eventually told them. Both Americans looked at each other with a quizzical look while Hermione added, "There's an international law that hides our world away from the muggle world. The International Statute of Secrecy was created in the 1700s after God knows how many witch hunts, persecutions and burnings. And we just broke it."
"I really don't think that matters, 'Mione. We're on the run, remember." Harry told her, looking at his friend, sitting her down and looking at the two men, adding, "In the Wizarding World, there's what I think you could call a civil war going on."
Hermione didn't like the looks on the men's faces as Harry went on to explain what was going on in England in their world. Dean looked horrified and murderous at the thought of child soldiers and people, countless innocent people, dying as he began to pace backwards and forwards. Bobby looked even more so as he leaned forward on his desk.
"And you're the target of choice for this Moldy-guy?" He asked eventually, looking at them both as he paused to turn. Harry silently nodded and pushed back his hair to reveal a scar. Raised and in the shape of a lightning bolt, Harry looked fed up at having to show it as he let his hair fall back over it.
"In the Wizarding World, Harry is known as The Boy Who Lived." Hermione told them, "He famously survived a curse that killed his parents when he was just a baby."
"Son of a Bitch," Dean muttered after some time as he folded his arms while Bobby rifled through book after book after book. Silence reigned before something had both Dean and Bobby looking up and around as Anna came through with what looked like a blade, a smile and a nod.
Felt now was the time to bring Anna back. Okay, buh bye now
Hermione Jean Burton