"Oh, come on, Sammy! We've been over this, again and again. Witches equal demon deals. Period." Dean tipped his beer back and drained it before he slammed the bottle on the table. "Shoulda ganked the fucker, no questions asked."

Sam sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair to stop himself from reaching out to punch his brother. "You weren't there for the explanation, Dean. But look. I found this book here in the library." He pushed the book gently across the table, mindful of the brittle pages and careful to avoid the wet circles from Dean's beer bottle.

Dean gave the ancient book a disgusted look. "Yeah, I'll leave the nerd shit to you." Shoving himself back from the table, he stood and stretched his arms above his head, then swiped the empty bottle off the table. With a snarky salute, he headed towards the kitchen, already pulling his phone out of his jeans pocket.

Sam shook his head, then went back to his research. Dean would come around. Sam just had to figure out how to get him and Harry in the same room without Dean shooting the guy.

Harry was pissed, and Kingsley was already calculating how much the damage was going to cost the Ministry. He dropped his head into his hands as another visitor's chair exploded into nothing but splinters.

"He didn't know anything, Kings, and I had to run off and leave him with the bare minimum of information! How was that okay? After that kinda trauma, mate– that was his Mum! And then I had to just abandon him?! You said he already knew everything!" The papers on Kingsley's desk rose into a tornado in front of him. The Minister briefly considered trying to grab them, but ultimately decided that would likely push Harry further into his anger. Better to ride this out and get his secretary to help him re-sort them after.

"I don't have time to explain the Men of Letters to infant Legacies and save their lives, and still make it home in time to pick up Teddy, Kingsley! You know Teddy comes first, always. No questions asked. I should have had a memo at least on this, so I knew what I was getting into and could have planned accordingly!" Harry was pacing back and forth in front of Kingsley's desk, waving his hands around frantically as he yelled.

There was a brief pause in the yelling, and Kingsley lifted his head from his hands. He nearly wet his pants when he noticed the portraits on the wall starting to shake. That wasn't supposed to be possible with the ancient and forgotten magics that were on the frames of previous Ministers, but Harry's magic was strong enough to override that. He smirked as he watched Fudge running from his frame as fast as he could.

Turning back to his office, Kingsley took in the man standing before him, his fists clenched by his sides, his eyes closed tightly, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths as he clearly worked to reign in his magic. He thought perhaps the younger man had calmed enough to listen. "Harry–" The sconces on the wall behind his desk shattered. Not calm enough, then.

Defeated, Harry dropped into the only piece of furniture that hadn't been decimated, an ugly and incredibly uncomfortable chair that Fudge had kept in the office to show off his supposed wealth.

"I don't want to be this person, Kingsley. You should have seen him. For all his ridiculous height, he was just a broken child, and I had to leave him there. Dropped him off outside their bunker, I didn't even have time to make sure his brother was there!" His voice broke and he buried his face in his hands, furiously wiping away the involuntary tears.

Kingsley stepped forward cautiously, trying to ignore the squirm of guilt in his gut. "I swear, Harry, I told you everything MACUSA gave me. I had no idea they were holding back information from us."

When Harry's power didn't smite him where he stood, Kingsley took another step forward and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You're a good man, Harry. When you go back–"

Harry's head jerked up and the only light source left in the room flared brightly. Kingsley raised his hands in appeasement. "Not trying to force anything, Harry. I just know you well enough to know that your own conscience won't allow you to let this go. You'll go back to see him, find out how he's handling the erumpent in the room." He smirked before he continued, "When you do, you can fill him in on our world, since we thought he already knew anyway. If MACUSA wanted them kept in the dark, they shouldn't have involved us."

Harry's eyes lightened and his shoulders lowered a bit. "You aren't- I don't have to lie? I can tell them the truth?"

Kingsley tsk'd a few times. "Come now, Harry. You know very well that my role as Minister prevents me from giving you permission to do anything of the sort."

Harry's shoulders tensed again before Kingsley continued. "What I can do is have an off the record gossip session with my friend, because I am infinitely curious if said friend is aware that the Men of Letters have known about the wixen world since well before the Statute of Secrecy went into effect? And of course, the Winchester brothers are Legacies, which means they have full access to all information the Men of Letters have, even if they haven't run across something yet."

Harry's answering smile could have lit the room. "This has been a good visit, Kings. Maybe we should have these gossip sessions more often, huh?"

Kingsley allowed himself to relax now that Harry had his magic back under control. He was no slouch in the power department himself, but even he was intimidated by the levels that Harry could display.

"Maybe not too often. I wouldn't want my wife getting jealous. Or the aurors thinking I picked a favorite that isn't even a member of their ranks." He dropped a mischievous wink, then clapped his hands together. "We probably need to be getting you back to Teddy, don't we?"

Harry stood with a laugh. "I can tell when I'm not wanted anymore, Kings. Luckily for you, I do actually need to pick up Teddy. He probably has Molly pulling her hair out by this point."

With a final jaunty wave, Harry left the Minister's office, already planning in his head what he was going to be telling the Winchesters.

Sam and Dean exchanged a startled look, then reached for their guns. In the entire time they had lived in the bunker, nobody had ever knocked on the door. Their family and friends would just walk in, and nobody else seemed to know it existed.

Dean made some hand gestures to indicate what he wanted, and Sam nodded, heading up the stairs with Dean covering him. Checking to make sure that Dean was ready, Sam held his gun behind the door and swung it open.

"Harry?"