Tom Riddle, known to the Wizarding World as Lord Voldemort or the Dark Lord, paced in his chambers at Malfoy Manor. His Anchors to this plane of existence were slowly being destroyed. It was only a matter of time before he heard the dreaded barking or felt the pain of lashings upon his skin.

Living on borrowed time was both helpful and annoying. He'd managed to become even more feared than the pathetic man he'd killed in Nurmangard Prison. Grindelwald had been useful to the extent where he'd told where the Elder Wand was but he hadn't counted on the light disrupting the interrogation. Blinding, it had banished Voldemort from the cell then quickly disappeared as the green streak of his spell had hit Grindelwald dead in the chest, resulting in instantaneous death as he flew away from the site.

The most annoying part of it was the constant knowledge that he would eventually be killed. His time had been up long ago, almost sixty years to be exact. It had been the resentment of his dirty muggle Father that had caused him to ask for knowledge on the man. The pudgy little red-eyed man in the middle of the road had told him Tom Riddle Snr's location; after a kiss of all things and it wasn't a small kiss. It was with tongue!

The teenager hadn't realized what that had meant until he was visited briefly in the hallway by a black-eyed woman, grinning evilly towards the end of his second-to-last Year at Hogwarts School, during his 6th Year Exams. He'd thought at the time it was stress and tried to forget about it all. It wasn't meant to be as the Exams were soon over and he was free to do what he liked with his new knowledge.

The night that he went to Little Hangleton, he did what he'd meant to do, only to be looked down upon by Thomas, his Grandfather, laughed at by his Grandmother, Mary and absolutely rejected by his own Father. That had set his blood boiling and he'd acted without thinking, slashing his wand through the air, green streaks flying from the tip and hitting the muggles as he turned to walk away. The thrill/guilt of what had happened soon caught up to him as he Apparated back to Hogwarts and had sown the seeds of what would become the man he was today, but only after extensive research in the library and questioning the pitiful fool of a Potions Master. Admiration pushed aside.

He shook himself and looked to the remaining Horcrux, his pet snake, Nagini, encased in her spelled cage and floating beside him. She had been irate over the past year and almost inconsolable with the pain. Not that he'd been able to do much; the pain was almost unbearable for himself and the thought of his anchors being destroyed had him paranoid and hearing things, like the aforementioned distant barking and howling.

Line Break.

Hogsmeade

Harry's feet touched road. He saw the achingly familiar High Street of the small village, with it's dark shop fronts, the outline of the black mountains beyond and the all-too familiar curve of the road that led out and up to the Gates of Hogwarts school, their ultimate destination. Light spilled from The Three Broomsticks, a few meters from where they stood and with a lurch of the heart and piercing accuracy how, a year previously, he had landed here with a desperately weak Albus Dumbledore and had had to support the Headmaster back to the castle. All this in a second upon landing, and even then, even as he relaxed his grip on his friends, it happened.

The air was immediately rent with a piercing scream that had sounded like the one's when Voldemort had been angry enough that he had punished those who even dared to breath in his presence. It tore through every nerve of the Trio's bodies and somehow, somehow, Harry knew that they had caused it. As they looked at each other, they could just hear the roar of the Impala in the distance as the door of the Three Broomsticks tore open and maybe a dozen or so enrobed and hooded Death Eaters all filed out into the street, their wands held aloft with the tips alight.

"Son of a bitch." Harry whispered as he gripped Ron's raising wand hand, quickly shaking his head when the ginger looked to him. There were too many to Stun and the light of the spell would just give away their position, should they even try. They had to rely on the plan and hope that Dean, Sam and Cas would provide the distraction they now desperately needed. One of the Death Eaters raised his in the meantime and roared into the air, "Accio Cloak!"

Harry seized the folds, but it made no attempt to escape as the spell hadn't worked on it. The Death Eater tried again, the screams echoing all around them in the meanwhile before they were shut off with another flick.

"Not under your wrapper, eh, Potter?" The Death Eater called out, looking around before he was looking to his companions, "Spread out. He's here."

Almost half of the Death Eaters ran towards them; The teenagers shuffling down a side street and just missing the Death Eaters by mere inches. They stood there, huddled behind a bin, whilst searching wands and running footsteps ran around as the group searched for them.

Hermione hated to admit it, but they now needed to leave as she turned to Harry and whispered, "Let's leave and regroup. Grab the Winchesters and get out of here."

"Great plan." Ron agreed, already grabbing onto her hand, but before Harry could reply, they had to stop short as the Death Eater called out, "We know you're here, Potter, and honestly, there's no hiding from us. We will find you."

"Shit." Harry swore, "They were ready for us. They set up that spell so it would tell them if we came or not."

"And knowing Death Eaters, they'll have done something to keep us here, trap us-." Hermione finished for him, her hand slipping into his, making herself the middle person, adding, "We're gonna have to try and disapparate and grab the others."

"What 'bout Dementors?" The Death Eaters were now discussing ways to find them as they stood there and within earshot. Harry had to grip his wand tightly at the mention of the vile creatures that needed Patronus Charms to repel them.

Without thinking, Hermione turned on the spot to Disapparate out of Hogsmeade; only to find the air had thickened thus proving Harry's theory right. They were trapped in the village, though they could still move around.

"And have the Dark Lord skin us alive?" Another questioned, "He wants Potter alive, not dead by another's hand."

"An' the Dementors won't kill him or his allies. The Dark Lord wants his life, not his soul. He'll be much easier to kill once he's been Kissed first."

Without thinking, Hermione turned on the spot to Disapparate out of Hogsmeade; only to find that the air they needed to move felt like it had thickened in the last few minutes… they could not Disapparate; The Death Eaters had cast their charms well as they all seemed to agree and retreated.

Soon the entire square seemed to fill with a biting chill, one that seemed to travel deep into The Trio's bones as they retreated into an alleyway, hands groping along the wall as they tried to find their way, silently. Hitting a bin, the resulting clatter had them wincing just as the stars above seemed to disappear and the biting chill became more prominent as the culprits came visible around the corner. Dementors.

Harry's eyes counted each one as their rattling breaths dampened any outside noise and the darkness loomed around them, making them the central focus. Swallowing, he counted ten or so, each one adding more menace than the last with their silent gliding, ragged cloaks, scabbed hands and rotting flesh. Could they sense fear in the vicinity? Harry was sure of it as they now seemed to move faster, closing in with those horrible, gasping, rattling breaths everyone hated.

To repel them, they needed the Patronus Charm, one spell that was sure to give away their position and identity as Harry raised his wand. There was no way, he would endure it. He would not, could not suffer the Dementor's Kiss, no matter what happened next.

It was of Hermione and Ron he thought as he started to utter the spell, "Expecto-"

They were all forced to cover their eyes and ears and turn away as a bright white light and loud white noise erupted from in front of them and charged toward the Dementors as they screeched and turned tail, their arms flailing as if to protect their 'eyes' before they rounded the corner, stars popping out and shining again.

The grinding of bolts startled the three teenagers as a door crashed open behind Harry, a hand reached out, grabbed his arm and dragged him, Ron and Hermione inside before the door shut again and a gruff voice said, "Upstairs, keep that cloak on and keep the noise down till I get up there."

The figure of a tall, thin man passed them on his way to the street, the door slamming shut behind him as they looked around, a single stuttering candle lighting the entire room with a dim glow. The dusty, sawdust strewn bar told them they were in the Hog's Head. They ran behind the bar and through a doorway, which led to a rickety wooden staircase. The cloak still wrapped around them, they ascended as fast as they could, landing on a sitting room with a threadbare carpet and a small fireplace, above which hung the portrait of a young girl with blonde hair neatly tied in ringlets and curls that framed her slender face who seemed to gaze out at the room with a kind of vacant sweetness.

Shouts erupted from the street below, gaining their attention. Still wearing the Invisibility Cloak, they crept to the window and looked down onto the street. Their saviour, who Harry now recognised as the Owner and barman of the Hog's Head, was the only one not wearing a hood.

"So what?" He was bellowing into the hooded face of the lead Death Eater, "Send Dementors down my street and I'll send a Patronus right back. I ain't having them lot anywhere near me. I already told you, I ain't having it."

"That wasn't your Patronus." The Death Eater replied, "It was a…"

They couldn't think of how to describe it before the Barkeeper roared unintelligible, pulled out his wand and shouted, "Expecto Patronum!"

Something large and horned erupted from the tip of his wand, bent down it's head and charged, heading for the Death Eaters, some of whom scattered as it turned the corner and disappeared.

"That wasn't what I saw-" Said the Death Eater, though he sounded less certain now that he'd seen the spell, before he shook himself, "Curfew's been broken. You heard the noise." One of the other Death Eaters told the Barman, "Someone was out in the street against regulations."

"If I want to put my cat out, I will and be damned to your stupid curfew."

"You set off the Caterwauling charm?"

"So what if I did? What'cha gonna do about it, Cart me off to Azkaban…?" Harry had heard enough as he shut the curtains and whipped off the cloak, already praying to Castiel to get the Winchesters to their location, throwing caution to the wind as angel wings echoed in the room, signalling that they had arrived, Anna arriving soon after. The Hunters blinked at their sudden destination and doffed the duffel bags they'd kept beside them, even in the cramped space of the Impala.

Hermione sighed shakily as she sat down on a rickety chair and looked at the Americans, "Tell me that light was an angel."

Anna shrugged, coming over to check on them all while Dean and Sam looked around the room and focused on the portrait as the girl seemed to look at the newcomers with an air of curiosity, her head tilting gracefully.

"Quite possibly one of our garrison, Hermione but we do not know." Castiel answered, looking to the stairs as the downstairs door slammed shut, got bolted once more, revealing the end of the Death Eater and Hog's Head Owners argument. Heavy stomping came up the stairs, prompting them to stand and receive their host as he stomped into the door and stopped at the sight of them all, stood warily, his wand still in his hand.

"I ain't gonna ask how you all fit in that cloak." He grunted, looking at the article in question before he stepped up and past Dean, tapping the wick of a candle that lit, causing the hunter to stare ever so slightly. Something that the Barkeep noticed as he smirked and added, "Keep staring like that and I'll think you're a muggle, boy."

He went around, lighting candles as he went and finally got the room lit enough that a glint of light on the mantlepiece caught Harry's eye, even as the elder man danced around the other occupants and sidestepped the bags by the fire. It was a small rectangular mirror, the exact same as the mirror he had in the pouch around his neck, just perched beneath the girl's portrait.

"You bloody idiotic fools." The barman muttered, turning to them, Sam raising a silent eyebrow, "The hell were you thinking, coming here? In the dead of night of all times too?"

"Thank you." Harry had to thank their saviour, "We can't thank you enough. You saved our lives."

The barman grunted, shrugging as if nonchalant about it, eyes catching the light of the candle and revealing they were a piercing shade of blue behind the dirty glasses and long stringy, silvery hair that blended into the beard.

"It's you." Harry gasped, causing the Hunters to look at him weirdly, "You're the one I've been seeing in the mirror."

"Harry, what are you on about, dude?" Dean asked, now revealing to the Barkeep that half of the occupants were American as he turned to stare. Harry fumbled about with a small pouch about his neck and pulled out a shard of mirror, explaining as he then held it up, "Throughout the year, I've been seeing an eye on this, Dean. My Godfather, Sirius Black, gave me a mirror at the end of our Fourth year so we could communicate more secretly. Only, we never had chance to use it so I never learnt what it could do… I thought I was going nuts."

The black-haired Teenager looked to the barkeep and they stared at each other, before, "You sent Dobby to Malfoy Manor?"

The barman nodded and looked around, looking for the House Elf.

"Thought he'd be with you. Where've you left him?"

"My brother's cottage. Thought he'd be safe left there but we don't know what happened to him when we left." Ron spoke up, Anna stepping forward and adding, "He is also unharmed."

The barman grunted, now looking at the four adults as they stood there, varying degrees of determination across their faces and sighed, suddenly slumping down into a seat that appeared behind him, Hermione silently casting a banishing spell to catch him as he looked at them.

"Good. I'm glad he's okay." He told them, face impassive but voice relieved, "That elf practically volunteered to return to that Godawful place when I heard where you were."

He turned away, gesturing for them all to sit, looking at the Americans and saying, "What are Americans doing here? Our war can't have reached MACUSA."

"I don't think it has, but we've been helping these three since they turned up a few months ago." Dean told him, sitting in between Sam and Castiel, Anna sitting herself onto the dusty floor, "They're lucky we didn't kill them right away and decided to listen to Harry's tale."

"And what do you mean by that?"

Dean pointed to the duffel bag beside the fire, "We ain't what you think."

The barman peered very close to them, his eyes squinting ever so slightly as he caught sight of Anna's red hair as she faced him. Scoffing, he sat back after a minute, saying to her, "If I hadn't already heard you were American, I'd have sworn you were a Weasley. But rumours spread like wildfire, even in these times and one of them was that 'Sam Winchester' was in England and on the run. You look a lot like the woman who impersonated the Hunter."

"That'll be because I am her." Anna replied, pointing out the real Sam and adding, "And these two are the real Hunters, Sam and Dean Winchester."

Dun Dun Duuuun!

Don't come after me because this chapter is similar to the book. I kinda lost inspiration so had to look. I'm gonna have to break it off here as I decided to combine two chapters into one and also Voldemort needed an appearance. So, they're now in Hogsmeade... Let's see what happens next.

Bye!