Lea wakes slowly, a headache throbbing in her temples and an ache in her throat. It takes several moments for her to become aware of her surroundings. Blinking several times to clear her vision, she waits for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

She finds herself restrained, tied tightly to an uncomfortable metal chair with thick ropes. Looking around, she can sort of make out some stacks of boxes. Where is she? Is this some sort of storage room or warehouse? She tugs on the ropes as she tries to clear her thoughts.

Those odd wizards took her! How could she be so stupid as to not keep her wand on her? Merlin, she can already hear the lecture Hermione will give her when she hears about this.

Just as she manages to make out a door at the far end of the room, the lights flick on. She's blinded for several seconds, blinking fast as footsteps come up from behind. The wizard, the cowboy one, stands before her, smirking. Lea bares her teeth in a snarl.

"Let me go!" She pulls on the ropes insistently. The wizard only chuckles.

"Now, why would we do that?" A female voice answers her. More footsteps sound and then a woman (witch?) is standing in front of her. The wizard backs up a few paces, giving the woman room. She's pale and has long, dark hair. Something's off about her, too, though.

"I fought a bloody fucking basilisk without a wand. I think I can handle you." Lea glares, ignoring the way that her insides tremble. Can she never catch a break?

The woman laughs. "Oh, you're a cutie. Do you really think that you look threatening in any way?"

Lea finally feels the prickle of magic on her skin. Thank Merlin. "Do you?" She snarls back at the woman, hearing and feeling the way her hair begins to spark from the static of her magic. She knows that if her hair is doing such, then her eyes must be glowing as well. Lea's never seen it happen, but she knows that it's been enough to have Draco Malfoy running away in the past.

The two wixen stare uncertainly at her for a moment before the witch straightens. "Honey, I doubt you could hurt a fly. Now, why don't you be a good girl and sit quietly while we wait on your brothers."

"If you touch one hair on Harry's head, I will KILL YOU!" Lea strains against the ropes, practically growling.

"Just Harry? I figured you'd be more worried about the other two. They're the reason you're here."

That gives Lea pause. What do the Winchesters have to do with anything?

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've only known Dead Dean and Suspicious Sam for twenty minutes. They're not likely to care much for whatever trick you're playing."

The witch stares at her for a few moments more before humming and nodding to herself. "We'll see about that, sweetheart."

That seems to be where their conversation ends as the two leave and the lights shut off once again.

It's hard to keep track of time when there's no sign of night turning into day and back again. For Lea, it feels as if it's been a few days, but that could just be her mind playing tricks on her. Try as she might, she hasn't been able to break the ropes. Being weak from hunger and dehydration has made her control on her magic weak as well.

She hasn't seen any sign of the odd witch and wizards again. It seems as if they have left her here to die.

All the shit she survives and now she'll be taken out by her own stupidity. After everything her and Harry have been through, how could she possibly have been dumb enough to not keep her wand on her.

At least Harry is safe. Well, probably safe.

He seemed enthusiastic with the idea of having a family, their brothers. Maybe Sam and Dean will watch over her twin when she's gone.

She's not sure if the sudden racket wakes her or if she's been awake the entire time. It's been harder to tell what is real and not. The image of her parents was definitely not, that had just been a wonderfully cruel nightmare. The sight of Harry in front of her now is much the same. Godric, she'd almost rather dream about the damn basilisk biting her than the twin she's never going to see again.

"Lea!" Harry's smiling, hands on her shoulders as he crouches before her. Lea groans.

"Stupid brain. Think about the snake instead." Her words are slurred from exhaustion and general weakness, head rolling to the side.

"Lea?" Dream Harry pats her face several times. Hm, his hands are warm. Can dreams be warm? "Azalea Lily Potter!"

The franticness of Harry's voice somehow penetrates the thick clouds that cover Lea's thoughts. Her eyes drag up his face to meet identical green. "I don't want to dream about you anymore."

"Lea, this isn't a dream, just-" Her twin cuts himself off with a noise of frustration. Then, he's gone. Hm, better. Now Lea doesn't have to focus on her guilt.

Vaguely, she becomes aware of a crashing sound, not too far from her. The odd wixen must be back. Or this is just a really bizarre dream. Or both. Probably both. The feeling of hands on her wrists make her want to jump, but she doesn't have the energy to do so. It's not until cool metal touches her skin that she tries to tilt her head back, curious of who's behind her. Ugh, Dream Harry again. Doesn't he know that seeing him hurts ?

"C'mon, Lea." He's beside her now, draping one of her arms over his shoulders and lifting. Huh, when did her arms get free? And how is a dream carrying her? Oh Merlin, did she die? Did Harry die? "You know, it would help if you at least tried to walk."

At her brother's muttering, Lea looks down at her legs. Oh, they're not moving. Can she move them? She takes an experimental step forward. Her knee buckles. Dream Harry catches her though. He keeps dragging her forward. The noise (fighting?) behind them begins to fade as she and Dream Harry stumble out of the dim room and through a dimmer building.

By the time Dream Harry drops her in the backseat of a car, (A nice car. Why does Harry get the nice car in her dream and not her?) her eyelids are drooping shut. Harry climbs in after her, slamming the car door (See? This is why Leah should have the nice dream car, she wouldn't slam its doors.). She finds herself hazily staring up at her twin, head in his lap. He seems to be stuck between a smile and a grimace, hand in her hair.

"Sorry that I died."

"What?" Dream Harry's expression turns to one of alarm.

"Sorry that I left you and died. Dreaming you hurts, but I guess I can at least tell you goodbye like this."

"Azalea. You're not dead." The alarm morphs into determination. "And you're not dying."

"Don't call me that." A pout tugs at her lips. "Even in my dreams you're stubborn."

Dream Harry snorts, shaking his head. "Go to sleep, Lea."

Lea begins to open her mouth to argue, but Dream Harry begins to run his fingers through her tangled hair. Maybe sleep doesn't sound too bad.

When Lea wakes, it isn't slow. One second she's dreaming of Hogsmeade shopping with Hermione, the next she is fighting a bloke in the backseat of a car.

Wand or no wand, Lea isn't going down without a fight. She hits and kicks and scratches as the other three occupants of the vehicle shout. With a jerk, the car pulls over to the shoulder and to a stop. She doesn't waste a second before her car door is open and she's out like a shot.

"Lea!" The three voices simultaneously shouting her name almost give her pause, but she's not so foolish. She doesn't look back, merely continuing to run along the road as fast as she can. Those odd wizards can go to Hell. She is not stupid enough to get taken again. That would be like walking straight into a deatheater trap.

Deatheaters. Odd wizards. Godric, maybe she is stupid enough. Her and Harry both. The Dark Idiot is alive again and she just lets herself be taken by random wix. How has she not died yet?

When one of the men catches up to her, they tumble to the ground. A groan escapes her at the impact. There is definitely a rock lodged into her ribs.

"Calm down, kid." The man's voice is gruff as he hauls them both to their feet, dragging Lea back toward the car she just vacated. She goes unwillingly, kicking and screaming the entire way.

"Lea!" She immediately cuts off her screaming at the voice. Harry . Lea casts her gaze around until it lands on her twin standing beside a nice car. She stops fighting the man that is basically carrying her at this point, looking up at him instead.

"Dead Dean?" Her eldest brother looks somewhere between pissed and offended as he brings them to a stop, glaring down at her. He drops her.

"Dean!" A voice that is definitely not Harry scolds the maybe-serial-killer as Lea crumples to the ground with a groan. Her twin is quick to haul her to her feet and into his embrace.

"I thought you'd died!" Harry sounds oddly sniffly as he clutches her to him, fingers digging into her back.

"Yeah, me too." Lea lets out a laugh of surprise as she hugs her brother. After a moment, she pulls back. "But, if a basilisk can't take me out, I don't suppose those wix had a chance!"

Harry shakes his head with a grin before pulling her into another hug, muttering "Idiot."

"Sorry. Did you say a basilisk?" The twins break apart at the question, though Harry keeps an arm thrown over his sister's shoulders. They share a nervous look.

"No?" Lea says with uncertainty. Then, she blinks, looks at Harry, looks at the Winchesters, looks back at Harry. Wait a minute. "You came after me!" She smacks her twin in the chest.

Harry sputters, looking at her incredulously. Their elder brothers wear almost identical expressions. "Yeah?" His tone holds obvious confusion.

"You bloody idiot!" She smacks him harder this time, wrenching out from under his arm.

"Is she… mad that we saved her?" Lea barely registers one of the older boys speaking, glaring at Harry.

"You could have died!"

Harry gapes at her, looking at a loss for words. It's hardly a moment before anger covers his features as well. "You were going to die!"

"So?!"

Tense silence stretches between the group of siblings for a moment, only the sound of a car driving past them on the road breaking it.

"I wasn't going to leave you to die , Lea." Her twin's voice is grave as he glares at her. Lea swears her hair begins sparking in her anger.

"You bloody well should have! What if it had been a trap? What if they had been deatheaters ?"

"And you think I would just leave you to the magic nazis?" Harry raises his voice this time, shoving his sister. Lea releases a scream of frustration before diving at her brother, knocking them both to the ground. Their screaming continues as they roll around, wrestling in the dirt.

"You're going to get yourself killed!" Lea manages to catch her fist on Harry's jaw.

"So you can die, but I can't?" Harry's knee jams into his twin's ribs, knocking the breath out of her for a moment. She returns it with an elbow jab to his stomach.

"I'm not that one with a Merlin damned target on my back!"

"All the more reason for you to not die!"

Lea's scream is more guttural this time as she flips them so that she's straddling her brother. She throws a punch to his shoulder, green eyes glowing. Harry's own emerald eyes glow back at her. "You don't get to die, Harry James. We didn't escape Britain for you to still die at the hands of Riddle."

Before Harry can offer a fury filled retort, they are dragged apart and to their feet once again. "I think that's enough of that."

Sam raises a brow from where he holds Harry by his upper arms, a confused and frustrated expression on his face.

"Everybody get back in the damn car." Dean pushes Lea toward the vehicle, voice brokering no argument. The twins exchange heat glares as they're both shoved into the back seat.

-

Harry's head is spinning. It's hard to believe that it's been less than two weeks since they left the Dursleys. So much has happened in the last several days that he feels as if he has suffered through another chaotic school year instead.

If anything, finding their brothers had been the easiest part. Then, Lea gets kidnapped and Harry gets a front row seat to Sam and Dean Winchester: Witch Hunters Extraordinaire.

Of course, Lea hadn't been taken by wixen as the twins had assumed, but by bloody vampires. Vampires with some kind of fascination with the famous Harry Potter and some kind of grudge against the infamous Winchester brothers. Lea was just collateral damage.

It took them three days to find his sister, then another two to find a way into the nest. His brothers hadn't wanted him anywhere near 'the hunt,' but they were mad if they thought Harry was just going to stand by and trust Lea's safety to practical strangers. Absolutely not. He found an alternative way in while Sam and Dean cleared out the bloodsuckers. Seeing his sister slumped in the chair she was tied to, looking half dead, was almost as scary as seeing her with a basilisk fang lodged in her arm. Dragging her to the car had been a little difficult, but Harry had fought Voldemort on nothing but adrenaline barely a month ago, so he managed.

Now, she's finally safe and sound and apparently furious with Harry. Some part of him gets it. He wouldn't want Lea putting herself in danger for his sake, but honestly that's kind of their thing. One of them finds themself in danger and the other one launches into it head first.

The car is tensely silent as Dean pulls them back onto the road. Harry continuously glances at his twin, but she stares resolutely at the floor of the vehicle, arms crossed with a scowl on her face.

Huffing a sigh, Harry crosses his own arms, turning his gaze out the window. Two can play at the silent treatment.

So, Harry has never been the best with grudges. Even after the fiasco with Hermione and his Firebolt last Christmas, he didn't hold it against her long. Lea is his sister . His sister that he thought died . So, sue him if he gives up on the silent treatment pretty quickly.

Under the rumble of Dean's Impala and whatever music is playing on the radio, Harry hisses at his sister.

"You can't honestly be mad at me!"

Lea doesn't even pretend to acknowledge him.

"Azalea!"

That gets her attention. Her head whips toward him so fast he's sure he heard her neck crack. The fire in her eyes is unmistakable, especially with the fact that they are glowing again. He glances nervously toward Sam and Dean, hoping they haven't noticed. He hasn't exactly had time to warn Lea that their brothers hunt people like them.

" Don't call me that, Harold ." Her lip curls up in a snarl as she glares. Anger sparks inside Harry for a moment before dying just as quickly. He sighs, trying to convey all the emotions he has felt over the last several days into the action.

Reaching out, Harry snags Lea's hand in his own, squeezing. He speaks again before she can pull away. "I'm sorry, okay?"

His sister jerks back slightly, surprised. Her expression of anger morphs into one of confusion. She opens her mouth, but Harry beats her to the punch.

"But, you would have done the same for me." He resists the urge to wince as her features become thunderous once more. Then, all at once, it seems as if the anger rushes out of her.

"Fine." It's almost so quiet that he doesn't catch it. "But don't do it again."

Harry starts to retort that it's their tradition, but the concern on his sister's face gives him pause. Swallowing, he nods, crossing the fingers of his free hand under his thigh. Lea squeezes his hand, offering him a small smile.

"If the love fest is finished, let's get some grub." Dean's voice startles them both as he pulls off the road once more, this time into the parking lot of a diner.

Now, how to warn his sister about their brothers' profession before her wandering magic gets them both killed?