Dean is pretty sure that Bobby might combust if they bring home any more mystery siblings. Still, he's got to admit that the old man has taken the surprises like a champ. One DNA test later and the attic is cleared out for Adam to make his bedroom. Dean thought the kid might have gone back to school but he seems set against it.
While it had taken the twins some time to open up to him and Sammy, they had taken to Adam like a duck to water. Sam too, for that matter. All four of his siblings could be found together more often than not these days. Though, he's found Lea at his side whenever 'training' begins. It seems like the ghouls really freaked his sister out. Honestly, Dean thought the monsters they find wouldn't bother her compared to the issues the Potter books detailed, but she's clung to him when the guns come out all the same.
Even now, Azalea sits on the ground with a book, levitating tools over to him when he asks as he leans under Baby's hood. Gunshots sound in the background as their idiot brothers use some old crates as target practice.
"Gimme the socket wrench."
Lea doesn't even glance at him as she flicks her wand, murmuring some enchantment that floats the tool over to him.
"Azalea Potter!"
She startles and the pliers drop to the ground before Dean is able to snatch them out of the air. He watches as Lea pales, reaching into the backpack that sits beside her. Dean glances around, not seeing their brothers or Bobby. Whose voice was that?
"Flower!"
After rummaging around for a few moments, Lea pulls out a hand mirror. She holds it out in front of her face. "Hey Siri."
Ah. Not only is his sister a witch, she's insane too.
"Flower!" The bodiless voice repeats the word. Dean suddenly realizes the noise is coming from the mirror. "You haven't called in ages!"
"Sorry, Padfoot." Lea frowns, then glances up at Dean over the mirror. "Har and I have been pretty busy."
"Busy enough to forget your own birthday?"
Her frown deepens then her eyes widen. "It's the bloody thirtieth!"
"Happy Birthday! It's midnight here, so in England you're fifteen!"
Dean watches a small smile grow on her face as she looks into the mirror. "Thanks Siri."
"Who's that?" Lea glances at him over the mirror again before looking back to it.
"Padfoot, this is my oldest brother, Dean." The redhead flips the mirror around to face him as he leans against the car. A gaunt man with stringy black hair stares back at him from within it. "Dean, this is Sirius Black. He's mine and Harry's godfather."
"You've got a wand and a magic mirror?" He raises a brow as the man waves at him from the glass. Azalea scowls back at him.
"Lily! You didn't tell me you found John again!"
Dean's brows rise higher as Lea cringes, facing the mirror toward her again.
"Padfoot, it's Azalea. That's my brother Dean, John's older son."
"Of course, Flower. Now, where's Harry?"
"He's off shooting guns with Sam and Adam."
"Adam? John only had two sons, Steven and Drake."
"Sam and Dean." Dean has to fight a laugh as she stresses the names. "And it seems John had more than two mystery kids. Adam is a few years older than us, but he's our brother."
"Hm, a man after my own heart. You know, back in our prime James and I-"
"Sirius, who are you talking to?"
"Ah, fuck." Lea seems awfully calm to go so pale all of a sudden.
Dean thinks it might be time for her to hang up the magic mirror. Lea must think the same because she taps the glass and shoves it back in her bag. He waits for her to say something, but she just stares at the ground with a horrified expression on her face.
"So, that's your godfather?"
Lea blinks up at him as if she had forgotten he was there. "Huh? Oh, yeah. That's Sirius." Her gaze moves back to the ground.
"You good kid?"
Before she can answer, multiple voices begin speaking at the same time.
"Dean! We need Lea!"
"Azalea Lily Potter!"
A muffled voice shouts from within his sister's backpack once more, but both of their attention is taken by the sight of their brothers. Harry jogs toward them, Adam and Sam following behind at a slower pace. Sam supports their newest brother as Adam holds his side. His side that is rapidly turning a dark red.
"What the hell?"
Dean and Lea speak in tandem, the latter jumping to her feet with her wand in hand. Someone continues shouting from the magic mirror in the bag but everyone ignores it for the moment.
"'Zalea!" Harry's tone is half panicked as he skids to a stop, hands on his knees as he attempts to catch his breath. "Adam- stabbed."
That seems to be all the invitation Azalea needs, jumping into action. She's beside Sam and Adam in an instance, having the younger laid on the ground. She kneels beside the blond, lifting his shirt to inspect the damage.
"I was gonna try and do it." Harry straightens, breaths evening out. "But you know I'm shite at healing charms."
"Azalea! Answer this mirror! Now!"
"How did you get stabbed?" Dean looks down at his brothers, staring at each one with raised brows.
"I need to start brewing potions." Lea's muttering to herself as she waves her wand over Adam's torso.
"I was trying to teach them to spar." Sam looks up at him sheepishly from his position on Adam's other side.
"With knives?" Dean can feel gray hairs growing as he speaks.
"We thought it better to start out with knives than guns."
"Why the fuck would you not start out with just your hands?!"
"Azalea Potter!"
"Will all of you shut your sodding mouths!" His little sister doesn't look away from her task as she shouts, using her magic stick to siphon the blood off of Adam's skin and shirt.
"Azalea!"
"That's it." Dean grumbles, snatching up the abandoned backpack. He shoves his hand in, rummaging around until he feels the cool glass of the mirror. Yanking it out, he finds himself face to face with two kids. The girl with riotous curls seems to be holding the mirror, brown eyes glaring at him. A step behind her is a taller boy with red hair, though it looks orange in comparison to Lea's auburn. "Lea can't come to the phone right now. Shut the fuck up and maybe she'll call you back."
"John!" The godfather sticks his head back into frame, a wide smile on his face.
"It's Dean."
Before anymore can be said, he shoves the mirror back into the bag and drops it to the ground, focusing his attention back on his siblings. He's just in time to watch Adam's skin sew itself back together. Now, Dean has sewn himself and others up before, but something about watching invisible hands do it makes him feel woozy.
"There." Lea sighs when the wound finally closes, leaving a rather irritated looking red line. "You should be fine. I'd try to fix the scar but the spell never works like it's supposed to. I've only ever made scars move, not disappear."
"It's fine." Adam stares at her with wide eyes, glancing repeatedly between her, the scar, and the wand. "Thanks?"
"You're welcome. Try not to get stabbed again, yeah?"
The blond nods his head, still staring. Lea stands, Sam following, and they both haul Adam to his feet. Their sister seems to be the unsteady one now.
"Anybody up for a snack?" She asks as she sways. "Healing spells are a wee bit taxing."
Harry is by her side in an instance, supporting his twin before she can fall. "You should have just scabbed it over."
"And risk infection? What would Poppy say?"
"That she's tired of you attempting healing by yourself." Harry rolls his eyes, a fond expression on his face. "Sandwiches?" He looks up at Dean, then.
"Sandwiches." Dean nods. Everyone heads toward the house. They're through the backdoor and into the kitchen before Dean remembers the mirror. "Did you need to call your magic mirror back?"
Lea looks up from the seat she's taken at the table. She seems to debate with herself for a moment, glance over at Harry and then shake her head. "Nah. I need food before dealing with a Hermione lecture."
"Her-who?" Dean blinks. Was that supposed to be a name?
"Hermione." Harry pronounces it slowly from where he's slathering slices of bread in mayonnaise.
"That's the girl who was in the mirror. She's our best friend. Her and Ron. You read about them, remember?"
"That's how you pronounce her name?" Dean turns to Sam. "You called her Hermy One!"
Sam raises his hands. "It's not like it's a common name!"
"It's from Shakespeare." Lea snatches up the first completed sandwich, taking a large bite.
"Who the hell reads Shakespeare?" Dean wrinkles his nose.
Lea, Adam, and Sam all raise their hands. Harry gags.
"You could all do with some culture." Bobby enters the kitchen, looking around at where they have all spread out. "Damn. It's like I'm running a Bed 'n Breakfast."
Dean snorts at the sheepish looks their new additions give. Harry holds out a sandwich.
"Ham and cheese?"
He's unable to hold back his laughter this time.
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Harry and Lea don't call Sirius back until the next morning. The two sit on the bed side by side, Harry tapping his leg with anxious fingers as Lea twirls her wand.
"Sirius Black."
Their reflection shimmers immediately, giving way to the image of Hermione and Ron sitting close together, almost in a position identical to the twins. The four sit in awkward silence for a moment.
"Have a good summer holiday?" Lea's smile is nervous, waiting on the ball to drop. Harry glances at her from the side, nudging his knee against hers in a show of support.
"No, actually." Hermione's voice is clipped, frown tugging her lips down. "Our best friends went missing and have been nowhere to be found. Our holiday has been spent being frantic with worry."
The twins cringe at her tone. The wet anger that Hermione often gets when it comes to her loved ones being in trouble. Harry hates it when she cries, he never knows what to say or do. He winces at the sight of a tear running down the girl's dark cheek. Beside her, Ron seems torn between glaring into the mirror and comforting their friend.
"Mione, you've got to understand-"
"Azalea, I will not understand why you could not have let us know you were safe. The Dark Lord came back and you two disappeared. We thought you were taken. That you might have died!"
His sister snaps her mouth shut, looking away. Harry nudges her again. Though, he supposes that he can see where Hermione is coming from.
"We couldn't risk it."
"We didn't even tell Sirius at first." Harry tacks on, trying to make their friends understand.
"He bloody well knows now." Ron snaps, blue eyes blazing.
Harry cringes. "Well, we told him a few weeks back over the mirror."
"And you couldn't have had him pass the message along to us?" Hermione raises an imperious brow.
"Er…" Harry glances at Lea for help. His sister sighs.
"You know how Padfoot is, we couldn't risk him telling you where others could hear. Plus, I didn't want you two to be questioned and have to lie. It was better for you to be able to truthfully say that you had no idea where we were."
The two friends stay quiet for a moment, absorbing her words. Before any of the four can speak again, white feathers fill the reflection.
"Hedwig!" Harry can't hold back his grin at their snowy owl. Said owl glares at the twins from her perch on Ron's shoulder. Harry grimaces. "Come on, girl. We couldn't have taken you on the plane with us and it was too far for you to fly."
"Plane?" Hermione perks up once again with the new information. The twins share a look for several seconds before Harry shrugs. They've got the transfer of guardianship, not much can be done to force them back across the Atlantic now.
"We're in America." Lea supplies.
"What's a plane?" Ron pipes up before Hermione is able to ask for barrage of questions (for Harry has no doubt that their curly headed friend is making a mental list at the moment.).
"It's the muggle way of flying, Ronald. I'll explain more later." Mione waves off his query, turning back to the twins. "Why are you in the States?"
"We… came looking for our dad?" Harry's statement is said as more of a question than anything else.
"Your dad?" Ron speaks slowly, an expression of concern covering his face.
"Not James Potter." Lea thankfully cuts in. "We found out last summer that our biological father is John Winchester. After the tournament, Harry and I decided we might be safer with a new change of scenery."
Hermione gives a hesitant nod, brows furrowed. "So the Winchester fellow, he lives in America?"
"Lived." Harry corrects without thinking.
Ron immediately winces as Hermione's confused expression morphs to one of sorrow. "Oh, Lea, Harry, I-I'm so sorry-"
"Don't worry about it, Mione. John was…"
"John would have shot us dead before helping us." Lea says rather bluntly. "Witch hunter. His sons are alright, though."
"Witch hunter." Ron stares blankly at them from the other side of the mirror.
"Yeah, our brothers are too, but we worked it out." Lea shrugs nonchalantly, causing Harry to snort at the conflicted expressions on their friends' faces.
"Are you sure that's safe?"
"Safer than Voldemort." Harry's quick with the response, rolling his eyes. "Besides, Dean's already saved us multiple times. I think we're okay."
"Is he the one that yelled at Mione last night?" Ron leans forward, causing Hedwig to let out a sharp chirp at the movement.
"Yeah, I told everyone to shut up so I could heal Adam, so Dean decided to take the matter of the mirror into his own hands." Both friends blink at his sister before Hermione lets out a long sigh.
"Sometimes, I feel as though we're speaking different languages." Hermione shakes her head as if to clear her thoughts. "How many brothers do you two now have?"
"Three." That is an easy question to answer.
"Unless anymore of John's one night stand kids come wandering out of the woodwork." Lea adds.
"Wait- did your mum cheat on your dad with John?" Ron suddenly seems horrified that he's even voiced the question.
"Oh, no. Dad knew the Mum was going to shag John. They picked him out together." Lea waves a hand. "Anyway, Dean's our oldest brother. By that, I mean he's old. He's thirty." She mimes gagging before continuing, not giving Hermione a chance to ask the questions that seem to be bubbling up in her if Harry's guessing correctly. "Then there's Sam. He's twenty-six. His and Dean's mum was John's wife, Mary. She died when Sam was a baby. Adam is eighteen and his mum, Kate, shagged John after he got hurt on a hunt. She was his nurse or something like that. And that's where Harry and I come in!"
There's silence for a moment as Ron and Hermione dissect the new information. Harry figures he better provide a bit more context.
"Mum and Dad wanted a baby but Dad couldn't have one after he was hit by some spell on an auror mission. So they came to the States on their honeymoon and chose John to their-
"Sperm donor." Lea nods sagely. Harry supposes that's one way to put it.
"Merlin. Your parents sure knew how to pick 'em." Ron says, shaking his head. Hedwig gives another chirp, hopping over to Hermione's shoulder instead.
"Did they know your father was a witch hunter?" Hermione asks, throwing Ron a glare.
"Probably not. I think that might have just been bad luck on their end." Lea shrugs again.
Harry glances out the window, seeing how high the sun has gotten. He nudges Lea, directing her attention to the panes. She scrunches her nose before sighing.
"We better go, it's almost time for breakfast. Harry and I will call you guys later to explain everything that's happened."
"Wait! Happy Birthday!" Ron holds up his hands as if he can stop them from ending the mirror call. "We were going to send your presents by Hedwig but weren't sure if we should since you sent her to us."
"Probably best she stays with you for now, Ron. I hate the thought of her flying so far." Harry frowns even as he says the words. Now that he's seen his owl through the mirror, it's hard to ignore how much he's missed her.
"Very well. Happy Birthday, Harry, Lea! Remember to call us soon please." Hermione gives them a pointed look.
"We will, Mione. Promise." Lea says solemnly.
They hang up the call a moment later. Harry stands to gather his clothes for the day.
"Well, that honestly went better than I thought. I expected more yelling." Lea stands and stretches.
"Me too. I thought they both might explode, to be honest." Lea snorts at his words but nods in agreement.
The two take turns getting ready in the washroom down the hall before heading to the kitchen. Usually, they'd have breakfast ready by now. Hopefully, everyone is fine with cereal this morning. Harry almost stumbles into his sister when she comes to an abrupt stop in front of him, blocking the doorway to the kitchen.
"Don't just stand there. Haven't you two ever seen a birthday cake before?" Bobby's gruff voice sounds from inside the room. The words cause Harry to peer over the top of his twin's head, spotting the rather lopsided cake on the table. It's covered in red icing with several small, gold candles lit and scattered on top. He shoves Lea slightly, which seems to bring her back to their senses.
"Happy birthday!" Adam smiles at them from his spot between Sam and Dean at the table as they walk fully into the kitchen. Their other brothers and Bobby offer them a smile as well from their seats at the table.
"Thanks." Harry finally gets his throat to work as he and Lea sit down, both staring in shock at the cake.
Of course they've seen a birthday cake before. They've helped make plenty for the Dursleys over the years. Hagrid had given them one of their own the first time they'd met. Even Mrs. Weasley had sent them one last summer before the Quidditch World Cup. He supposes that he just didn't expect their new family to acknowledge their birthday. Their old one certainly hadn't.
"You-you didn't have to do anything." Lea's voice is small beside him, a slight waver to it.
"You only turn fifteen once." Sam says, tone gentler at the expression on their sister's face. Harry's throat feels awfully tight all of a sudden.
"Now blow out your candles! It's not everyday we get cake for breakfast." Dean still smiles at them, though he does seem slightly uncomfortable by the threat of tears. Harry chuckles, glancing at Lea.
This might not be their first birthday cake, but Harry isn't able to remember a time where he and his twin were able to blow their candles and make a wish.
Harry wishes that this summer will never end.
