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The Tainted Blood of the Father	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 7278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Last Time
He had two options now, the Dursleys and Hogwarts, or here with the Winchesters and out of the two options, being able to stay here, with his real Father and his older brothers, it was the better option in his opinion. It was the one that he wanted and being able to choose that for himself was more than he’d ever gotten to choose for himself in his life. It would be alright, he consoled himself. Everything would end up fine, because he was now going to force himself into a new mould, one that would allow him to fit in perfectly here, with his blood family, so that they wouldn’t have a reason to ever get rid of him. Everything would be fine as long as he was allowed to stay here with his family, so he would make it happen, no matter the cost or personal sacrifice it required.
Chapter Five - Return

Harry was once again digging carefully in the mud for bugs and insects. His new attitude had not gone as unnoticed as he might have hoped. He hadn’t realised exactly how insanely perceptive his brothers, and Bobby too, really were.
He had aroused their suspicion on the very first day of his new act and he had noticed that he was now being watched so closely that he couldn’t shift without someone checking on him. It was ridiculous how anyone could notice such small changes in other people so quickly, so easily. Normal people would never have noticed. He’d been doing the same in Hogwarts, and even before then in primary school, and no one had ever noticed before and they’d known him for a lot longer than his brothers and Bobby had. So, as a result of being found out so quickly and now being subject to such heavy scrutiny, he’d had to pull back a little and slip in some more of the things that they already knew that he did and liked, such as playing in the mud and looking for insects to layer up his new mask. He’d need to be more careful and actually plan how to slip into his new mould, without rousing any alarm from Sam, Dean or Bobby.
Their suspicion had been pulled back a little when they’d seen him digging in the mud, and he had explained that he was looking for bugs. Harry had breathed a little easier. It seemed that he couldn’t immediately change himself into someone who would fit in with them, he had to do so gradually, carefully, and leave in little hints that they already knew about him, such as his love of animals. He was really glad that out of everything, that that part of himself got to stay.

“Have you found anything?” Sam asked him, coming to crouch down beside where he was sitting on the ground, digging for something to examine.

“Not much. Not even the insects want to be out in this disgusting heat.” Harry said with a smile.

Sam grinned at him and ruffled his hair, making it twice as messy as it had been before due to the damp sweat that kept it stuck up in every which way.
Harry smiled softly and he didn’t kick up a fuss about his hair being ruffled like a toddler. He reminded himself not to make waves. To hold his tongue and not make a fuss about anything. He would put up with anything, because he did not want to go back to the Dursleys. Anything would be better than going back there, with those people.

“Hey Princess, stop digging in the mud and go wash up for lunch. You too, Sasquatch.” Dean called out from the porch.

Harry just continued to smile and he didn’t say a word about being called a Princess. He just went to get washed up, doing as he was told.

“You’re right. There’s something wrong still.” Dean said to Sam worriedly. “He’s not being normal.”

“This is Dad’s fault.” Sam insisted. “He was fine until Dad went away. Now he’s acting strange and hoping that we won’t notice.”

Dean snorted. “As if we wouldn’t notice his entire personality doing a one-eighty! He’s almost like a different kid. There are no glares, no pouts, no sullenness and no arguing. He’s trying to put up with it, but did you see that small flash of anger in his eyes when I called him Princess? Yet his smile didn’t even flicker. His smile was still completely natural! Who even knows how to do that at his age?”

“I saw the same when I ruffled his hair. He hates his hair being ruffled, but he just smiled at me and said nothing, he didn’t even smooth it back down. It’s like he’s trying not to be argumentative. I’m worried about what that means, Dean. If he’s bottling everything up inside and hiding himself…”

“I want to know why he’s started bottling himself up and hiding himself away. Why now?” Dean sighed harshly and pushed a hand through his short hair. “I don’t know how to deal with this, Sam.”

“It all started when Dad left. We need him to come back.”

“He won’t know what to do!” Dean insisted with a bite of a growl to his voice as they made it back to Bobby’s kitchen. “He’s worse at this than we are!”

“That’s not what I meant. We need to deal with this, but to reassure Harry more, Dad needs to get his ass back here.”

Dean sighed and looked at his cell. He’d left several voicemails now and not one of them had been answered. Harry hadn’t gotten the call that Dean had ordered their Dad to give him either. He was starting to think of going out and tracking him down, but he couldn’t leave Harry as well, the kid would freak the fuck out if he and their Dad were gone. He would start to wonder when Sammy would leave too and they just couldn’t allow that to happen, to allow Harry to think that he was slowly being abandoned by them, one family member at a time.
Harry hurried back down the stairs and into the kitchen and he smiled at them, which was nothing new, but that he immediately started eating and drinking the glass of milk, even though he didn’t like it, with not so much as a token argument or grimace of distaste, was odd and none of them liked it. Bobby had even suggested demon possession, but a splash of holy water in his drinks did absolutely nothing and the addition went unnoticed.

“Can I have a bath today?” Harry asked softly.

“No, give it another day.” Dean said immediately, seeking for an argument.

Harry’s eyes flickered again, getting a little darker with his anger, but again that soft smile stayed in place, completely natural and not at all forced.

“Okay, I’ll wait.” He said easily, going back to his food.

Harry finished off his lunch easily enough, no arguing, no fussing as he drained the last bit of his milk too and placed the glass down on the table.

“Here, Harry.” Bobby put another cap of pills in front of Harry, goading him, as he’d told the boy yesterday that he could stop taking the pills today.

There was another flash in those big, green eyes, a flicker of an argument, a hint of the desire to push the cap of pills away and kick off about being lied to, but then it was gone again as Harry controlled himself with a power of will that no teenager anywhere had. He pushed away the rebellious streak that all teenagers got to argue, to point out that Bobby had said that he didn’t need to take the pills anymore, and he instead picked up the cap of pills and he dry swallowed them all in one go with a pointed quietness that was almost defiance in its own right.

“Alright kid, enough is enough. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Bobby asked.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Harry said politely, folding his arms over one another on the table.

“Sure you don’t. Now what is going on, what are you thinking?”

Harry looked back calmly, his face blank and it was so very wrong. He had always been a bit of an open book, a bit of an emotional person because of his age and what he’d had to suffer through, this calm blankness was wrong. This wasn’t the real Harry.

“Well, if you ain’t gonna speak, you’re gonna listen.” Bobby said sternly. “I can see what’s going on here. I can see you bottling up your emotions and laying over this cutesy smile. It won’t wash with me, you hear? You might be able to control your emotions and your expressions better than any teenager I’ve ever met, hell you can do it better than half of the adults I’ve met too, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t still see the real you shining through underneath. Your eyes give everything away.”

“They darken when you’re angry, did you know that?” Sam told him softly.

“I can see you stabbing me mentally every time I call you Princess.” Dean added. “You might be able to keep that smile plastered to your face and keep it looking completely natural, but your eyes are a whole different matter.”

“We don’t want you to wear a mask around us. We know that you’re hurt, we know that you’ve been hurt by other people and that you have to still be hurting from all of that, but Harry, hiding it is not the way to deal with it.” Sam said kindly. “Why now? Why have you decided to start wearing a mask now? What changed?”

“Well that’s obvious, Sammy, Dad fucked off again.” Dean answered him. “I’ll kill him when he comes back.”

“No!” Harry said desperately, surging up and throwing himself around Dean’s waist.

Rather shocked, Dean’s hands fell to Harry and he held him close, one hand to his back being careful of his injured shoulder, and the other went to the back of his head.

“Hey, I wasn’t serious about literally killing him.” He insisted as he petted Harry gently. It again made him think of what Harry must have gone through to actually believe such a meaningless threat. He’d have to think more about what he said from now on. “I’m just angry with him for going to work and just leaving you like this. He could have at least called, but seriously, he hasn’t called us either, that’s just the way he is. He’ll just walk through that door whenever and expect nothing to have changed. He’s a selfish bastard at times and when he’s working, all he thinks about is work or the next job.”

“We tried to tell you that this is just what he does.” Sam said, nodding. “But there’s no need to start bottling yourself up. We liked you how you were before.”

Harry bit his lip and ducked his head. He clearly didn’t believe them.

“Seriously.” Dean added firmly. “We like you playing with bugs and examining every animal you come across and we can certainly put up with you pouting and having an off day. I’ve grown up with Sammy after all.”

“And I’ve grown up with Dean.” Sam added, giving his brother a glare. “If you want to fight and argue with us, that’s fine, we’re game. But don’t hide who you are from us because Dad has gone off on a job. We’re not like him.”

“I…I don’t want you to dislike me.” Harry admitted softly.

“And when have we ever given you the impression that we didn’t like who you were before?” Bobby demanded.

Harry remained silent for several moments and then Bobby cursed as he figured it out.

“You’re comparing us to the people you were with before, the people who hurt you!”

Harry ducked his head further. “Not on purpose.” He admitted softly. “But they’re the only family I had before, so it’s difficult to know how to act or behave around other people. I don’t know how to interact with other people.”

“So you’ve become this submissive bitch to try and please us?” Dean asked. “So that we won’t hurt you.”

“No. I can handle being hurt.” Harry said, his head still down, his face still buried in Dean’s shirt.

“That is never going to happen again.” Dean said seriously, holding him tighter. “Not if we can help it.”

“It’s being told to go back to them that you can’t deal with. So you’ve been changing yourself, not arguing, doing everything that we say even if you don’t want to, so that we don’t kick you out and force you back to them.” Sam said as he had an epiphany.

“Goddamn it, Harry.” Dean cursed as the small boy nodded against his shirt. “We are not gonna get rid of you, what’s it going to take to get you to believe that?”

“Time.” Sam said firmly. “There’s nothing that we can do or say to make him believe us, is there, Harry? No, we just have to prove him wrong over time.”

“Well I’m telling you now that you are never going back to those people!” Dean said furiously. “You’re my baby brother and it will never happen. You’re stuck with us now, so get used to it.”

“It would…it would be a relief if you hurt me.” Harry admitted softly. “I’d know what to expect then as I’ve been through all that before, it’s the not knowing. It’s not knowing what to do or what to say or what to expect. It’s all new to me, so I thought…I thought that if I fit in more, if I was quieter and less…less troublesome, that you’d like me more and let me stay.”

“We liked you before, pouting, fighting, tantrums and all.” Sam insisted.

“Well, maybe not the tantrums.” Dean added and it startled a laugh out of Harry. “But you’re staying with us no matter what you do. So go and have that bath you wanted, we’ll sort out your bandages for when you get out and you can do whatever you want to until dinner.”

Harry nodded, biting his lip.

“Stop biting this too. Those scabs will never heal otherwise.” Dean insisted. “No more masks and no more hiding, now go on, bath.”

Harry hurried off back up to the bathroom and Dean collapsed into a chair and groaned.

“I can’t even believe this.” He said harshly. “I really will kill Dad when he shows his fucking face again!”

“That won’t help that kid.” Bobby said as he picked up the empty dishes and dropped them into the sink to wash them.

“Dad leaving is what made him this way in the first place!” Dean said, even though he knew that Bobby was right. He sighed heavily. “What are we gonna do?”

“I think you handled him well enough.” Bobby said. “You let him know that you could see through his attempt to hide himself, he knows now that he can’t get away with it, so he’s unlikely to try again, just keep an eye on him and don’t let him bullshit you.”

“That’s a bit difficult when we don’t know him that well. If he tries anything more subtle, we might not notice it.” Sam sighed and looked sadly at the ceiling. “We just haven’t had enough time to get to know him properly yet.”

“You know his tell now.” Bobby insisted. “Those eyes of his give him away every time.”

“He knows that we know that now.” Sam said. “What if he learns to cover that too?”

“He’s a fourteen year old kid. He ain’t gonna learn to guard his eyes for years, by then you idjits should know him better and will see it a mile off.” Bobby told them.

“I just can’t believe he was trying to hide himself because he thought that we’d throw him out if he showed us the real him. It’s sad.”

“Just take care with him and keep an eye on him.” Bobby said, wiping the plates and stacking them away. “He needs you both, especially after what those monsters have gone and done to him. No kid should feel more comfortable or actually relieved with being hit and hurt over being cared for and liked for who he is.”

“That’s where he learnt to hide himself and bottle up his emotions, I’m sure of it.” Sam insisted.

“If I ever got my hands on them.” Dean hissed angrily.

“Enough of that. Go out in the yard if you’re gonna get angry, that boy don’t need to see it. He reacts badly to anger.”

“I’m good. I’m good. I gotta get those bandages sorted for when he comes down.” Dean grumbled, going to the large first aid kid and opening it.

“Use that one and that one.” Bobby pointed out over Dean’s shoulder. “Kid’s got more bruises than a cage fighter.”

“Cage fighters actually fight back, Bobby.” Sam said.

“Well if he don’t wanna use a gun, teach him hand to hand. That boy deserves the opportunity to learn how to fight back, especially if there are more sickos lurking about who try for him. He’s a soft, very beautiful boy and he’s got an aura of delicate vulnerability about him because he’s been abused before and most sickos will immediately pick up on that. They know what to look for and they’ll target him because of it.”

As Bobby had wanted, Sam and Dean’s faces hardened at being reminded of the truck driver who had tried to rape their baby brother. It also got them thinking a little more practically in terms of teaching Harry self-defence, even if it was only hand to hand, it would be better than nothing.
They stopped talking when they heard Harry on the stairs, and they watched him as he came slouching into the room, his tee-shirt off and in his hands, showing off his bruised body. The one that covered his side was still dark, black and purple and red, but the edges were now tinged with yellow-green. He was healing, quickly too due to his youth, but the centre of the bruised area was still an awful blackish-purple and it showed no signs of wanting to heal. It was very tender and Harry flinched and hissed if it was touched with too much pressure.

“Come on, sit down and let me wrap you up. Maybe we should nickname you burrito.”

“What’s that?” Harry asked curiously.

“A burrito? Oh, we have some things to teach you!” Dean said seriously as he set about wrapping up Harry’s ribs.

Harry smiled at that and lifted his arms so that Dean could wrap him up properly with the bandages. He sat still and quietly as he was wrapped up tightly, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

“You want to watch another film, or do some more of your books?”

“I don’t really want to do anything.” Harry said. “I just want to sit quietly for a bit. The tablets are making me sleepy.” He added when Dean looked worried.

“Alright, we’ll leave you in peace for a bit.”

Harry was left alone too, as far as he knew anyway. He had been caught out less than a day into his new role. He sighed, but he smiled too. It had been a good thing, he’d been reassured that he didn’t need a mask to get his brothers to like him and that was honestly the best feeling in the world. To know that he didn’t need to pretend or be anything other than himself to get his brothers to like him was a reassurance that meant the absolute world to him. It was amazing to know that there were people who were important to him who wanted to get to know the real Harry, not just a mask that showed them exactly what they wanted to see.

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Harry was woken up just a day later to a blazing row and furious shouts from downstairs. He hurried to get up, pulling the stitches in his shoulder as he did so, his face contorting into a grimace from the pain as he all but stumbled down the stairs and into the living room.
Dean and John were facing off against one another, nose to nose, toe to toe, as they shouted in one another’s faces. It terrified him as he stood in the doorway, watching them, all but frozen to the spot. Such fervent anger in the past had always preceded pain in his experience and he was wary and almost expectant as he picked up on the hideous anger and rage in the room.
It was Dean who saw him first and he cut himself off in mid-sentence and his face fell.

“Harry.” He said quietly, gently, completely at odds with his previous loud shouts.

Dean strode to him immediately, aiming to comfort him and reassure him that everything was alright despite the shouting, but for Harry, it was an automatic response as he bent his knees slightly, tucked his chin to his chest and threw his arms up around his head, all but curling in on himself while he stood up.

“No, no. God no, Harry.” Dean said softly, wrapping his arms gently around his brother, hoping to prove that no one would hurt him. He felt the sharp flinch as he touched Harry, but after the initial fear of being hurt, Harry relaxed himself, Dean could feel each part of the body unclenching and relaxing in turn, as Harry worked to calm himself, helped by Dean, who was murmuring gently to him and petting that thick, jet black hair.
Dean pulled back slowly, looking down at that cautiously blank face, as if Harry had perceived himself to have done something wrong and now he was afraid of retribution.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked. Harry nodded mutely. “It was just an argument, Harry. It’s nothing to be worried about.”

Sam came over and he made sure that Harry saw him before touching him. Sam held Harry close, trying to convey his need to protect him, that none of them would hurt him or even allow him to ever be hurt.

“No one is going to hit you.” Sam said verbally, so that Harry could hear those words spoken aloud too.

“Harry?” John’s very gruff voice came from beyond Dean’s shoulders and Harry’s head finally tipped backwards, his chin peeling away from his chest as he stopped the curled up, defensive pose he’d struck.

Wide green eyes peered around the side of Dean to look at him, but Harry did not move from behind the protection of his older brothers.
John cursed himself for not calling, but he’d been neck deep in wendigos and he’d had sporadic signal on his cell at best as he channelled his anger in what he saw as a more productive manner, but he couldn’t even tell Harry that that was what he’d been doing. Looking now at the frightened face of his youngest son, who didn’t want to come near him and was huddling up behind Sam and Dean, he finally understood what Dean had been saying to him. Harry hadn’t known them long enough for him to just up and leave him as he had. It was yet another thing to regret in a long list of regrets he’d had in dealing with his boys. Even when he tried his best for his boys, he always ended up messed it up somehow.

“Come on, Harry.” Dean insisted, pulling the younger boy away and to the kitchen, where he was sat down and given orange juice.

“You pulled your stitches out.” Bobby sighed, getting down the first aid kit.

“I got it, Bobby.” John said, moving to take the sterile needle and thread. “You been okay, Harry? Have your brothers looked after you?”

Harry just nodded mutely, clutching the glass given to him, but not drinking it.

“Drink that, it’ll help with the shock.” Sam encouraged as he sat next to Harry and offered himself to comfort his brother.

Harry did as he was told and he sipped at the juice, hunching down as Dean helped tug off his pyjama top, passing the glass from hand to hand with each sleeve, exposing the ripped stitches and the dribbles of blood around it.

“Unfortunately it’s too deep to not be stitched again.” Dean said. “It hasn’t healed enough to leave it open, Harry.”

“That’s okay.” Harry said softly, under his breath.

“Let’s get rid of these stitches now.” John said, talking to Harry, keeping him informed of what was going on and what he was doing, so that Harry knew what to expect.

John carefully cut the old stitches out, while Sam distracted Harry. Bobby handed over a pad of gauze soaked in rubbing alcohol and Dean, stood at Harry’s side, took it and carefully cleaned up the tears in Harry’s skin. John hadn’t pulled out every single stitch, but he had pulled out a couple. It wouldn’t hurt to clean the area with alcohol again anyway, just to prevent any infections setting in.
Harry was quiet and still as the new stitches were put in by John. Sam was on one side of him, soothing him, distracting him, talking to him, and Dean was now sat opposite him, holding his one hand after he’d disposed of the blooded gauze pad.
The new stitches were put in and swabbed again with alcohol, just in case, before they were covered over.

“There, how does that feel?” John asked.

“Sore.” Harry replied shortly.

“Do you need some painkillers?” John asked him.

“No.”

John sighed. He was getting the mono treatment. Sam had been the same. Answering in a show of being obedient, but answering in short monosyllables to convey displeasure. John let it go, Harry was obviously going to be upset after how he had acted so soon after finding him.

“Dean, go and get breakfast.” John said.

Harry was up and latching onto Dean almost before he’d finished speaking.

“You coming, tiny?” Dean asked. “Go get your sneakers on.”

“He’ll come around.” Bobby said once Harry was out of the room. “He’s just angry and letting you know it.”

“I know, Sammy was exactly the same. Giving me one word answers to everything I said, I’ve been through this before. It is surprising how much he’s like the boys, despite not being raised with them. He just fits right on in.”

“Course he does.” Dean said angrily. “He’s ours.”

“Just keep him safe and make sure to get him that fruit. You been keeping that up while I was off hunting?”

“Yes. He really likes pineapple.” Dean said.

John nodded and filed that little piece of information away about Harry.
Dean picked up the Impala keys and he went to find Harry, who was sat on the stairs, struggling to get his sneakers on with his sore shoulder. Dean chuckled.

“Come here, dude.” He sad crouching down and helping to slip the shoes onto Harry’s feet and he tied them up for him.

“Thank you, the stitches really hurt.” Harry said.

“You should have taken those painkillers.”

“They have to be taken after food.” Harry pointed out stubbornly.

Dean sighed as he remembered that little bit of information and he shook his head. “Come on, the sooner we get you breakfast the sooner you can down those pills. No funny business today, you got it?”

Harry smiled at him then and Dean groaned. He was in for some more hazing by his baby brother, but he could take it. He and Sam would sometimes engage in a prank war, one that usually escalated until one of them either called a truce, or ended up hurt. Maybe inducting Harry into this horrible family tradition would help to distract him from his anger and stubbornness and perhaps it would help him to forgive their idiot of a Father sooner. It wouldn’t hurt to try it at any rate, but he would run it past Sam first, just in case he’d read something about prank wars causing abused kids to panic, or withdraw into themselves or something, but first, he had to endure Harry hazing him to get free fruit or juice or something again. Sometimes having baby brothers sucked.

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Dean didn’t get the chance to approach Sammy and ask about a mild prank war to induct Harry, as after breakfast Harry had taken the pills handed to him by John without any fuss. They were the strong ones that made him sleepy and right after breakfast he dropped back into a fitful sleep on the couch with Sam hovering over him like a looming shadow, tucking him back in every time he slipped a hand or a foot out of his blanket.

“How has he been?” John asked them.

Dean didn’t want to answer, but he sat heavily on the other sofa and combed his fingers through his hair.

“Not good, honestly.” He said blandly. “He was fine the day you left, a bit anxious in the night, but that second day, when he realised you still weren’t back, he started blaming himself. I tried to tell him this is just what you do, taking off when it suits you and wandering back as if nothing’s even happened, but he didn’t believe me, and he thought it was down to him. He stopped taking his pills, he stopped eating, we had a hell of a time trying to get him to start up again and we only managed it when Sammy tricked him. He was punishing himself, Dad, because you left him, because he thought he’d upset you. He’s been abused! You can’t make him think that things are his fault because he punishes himself by not eating and by keeping himself in pain.”

John sat down heavily himself and tried to work out how to fix this mess this time. He was never any good with this sort of crap.

“I think just having you back will help him, it’ll reassure him that you weren’t angry with him and that you aren’t hiding from him.” Sam said, tucking the blanket around another errant foot. “Just be as calm as you can and be normal with him, and he’ll do the same.”

“I can do that.” John said. It sounded easy enough, and if it helped get him and Harry back onto an even footing, he’d be as calm as he could.

“He tried to withdraw into himself too, hide his true self away. He said it was because he wanted us to like him. He was being a passive little bitch about everything.” Dean told him. “He was letting us do whatever, doing everything we said without complaint and he tried to do a one-eighty on his personality, I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“Of course we noticed right away and put a stop to it.” Sam interjected. “He actually looked surprised that we’d noticed. I think he’s done it before, but no one saw it, no one noticed.”

“Or they just didn’t care enough to question it.” Bobby cut in. “Those monsters he was with certainly wouldn’t have cared if he’d changed his personality to fit in with them, to pacify them so he was hurt less often.”

John’s jaw clenched at that reminder. He still needed to give those monsters a visit and pay them back in kind for their treatment of his and Mary’s boy.

“I hate those bastards.” Dean said angrily. “I wish I knew where they were so I could do to them what they did to Harry.”

“You can’t leave him now.” Bobby said sternly. “If you up and leave him you’ll come back and find him dead!”

“Is he a suicide risk?” John said immediately, looking from Bobby to his sleeping boy.

“He travelled from Britain to America on his own, he hitchhiked with sickos just to get himself to Ellen’s, which is a roadhouse in the middle of nowhere! He didn’t know what he was walking in to, he didn’t know what Ellen’s was, but he still went there by himself.” Bobby pointed out. “He doesn’t know how to take care of himself! If you all just left, you think he’d stay here without you? He’d be gone before anyone could stop him and who knows what would happen to him this time.”

“They deserve to be punished for what they did to him.” Dean grumbled. “But you’re right it can wait until he’s more settled and secure. It doesn’t have to be right away.”

“How are you going to handle hunting with him tagging along? You know he won’t accept being separated from you for long. Fine if you go on a hunt close to here, but if you need to go further out, or go for longer, I don’t think he’ll like it.” Bobby told them seriously.

“We’ll have to do it gradually.” John said. “Start close to home on simple salt an’ burns and then work back up to difficult cases. Maybe if we have to go further out we can leave him in the motel room, like I used to do with Dean and Sammy, but I’d prefer it if he could stay with someone who can protect him.”

“We’re gonna start teaching him self-defence. He doesn’t like guns, but that doesn’t mean we can’t start out with hand-to-hand, teach him how to break different holds on his body or how to hit and kick properly.” Dean said. “The gun issue might take some time, but if we do it slowly, work up to it, that might get him interested.”

“So no hiding the guns from him?” Bobby asked.

“Exactly. Clean them out in the open, where he can see it and get him used to them without shoving the need to use one personally in his face. He might not react so badly once he’s had some time to see them and get used to them.”

“He is right that guns and gun violence isn’t as prevalent in Britain. He’s never seen a real gun before, so it’s obviously going to frighten him and give him pause.” Sam put in. “If we do this right, he might get more curious of them if we don’t hide them away and put emphasis on gun safety.”

“With the shit that we see, that we know is out there, I know we can’t keep him sheltered forever.” Dean said sadly. “Something will catch up with us one day, and if he can’t protect himself he’ll get hurt, or even killed, and I can’t stand back and allow that to happen. But if doing this slowly is the best way, especially while he’s so young, we need to do it.”

“It’s not just while he’s so young, Dee.” Sam said. “He’s been abused, any sort of violence is going to give him pause. He might feel differently if he is attacked, as he was by that sicko, he repeatedly kicked him in the face, so he obviously doesn’t mind using violence if he’s attacked…”

“But you think he might not attack first if given the opportunity.” John put in, scraping a hand through his hair.

Sam nodded. “Exactly. I think he would hesitate until he was actually attacked and that could mean it’s too late with some of the things we deal with.”

“Right, so we work on his reactions first.” Dean said.

They all looked at the tiny, pale boy sleeping under the effects of the heavy painkillers he’d been given.

“Maybe once he’s healed a bit more.” Sam said. “So he doesn’t pull out those stitches again. He’s already going to have a scar there from it.”

“Let him dig in the mud for a few more weeks.” Bobby agreed. “He enjoys it and it’ll help settle him and it’ll allow him to heal. I’ll see about getting a bird feeder or something, to attract more animals. I know he’d never ask for one. Not yet at least.”

“That’s a good idea, Bobby.” Sam said. “He’ll like that. He won’t leave the tree out front alone.”

“As long as he doesn’t climb it.” John put in.

“He hasn’t yet, I don’t think he wants to climb it. Might change his mind when he’s healed, but he’s not feeling all that great at the moment.” Dean pointed out, watching as Sam tucked a tiny hand back under the blanket.

Harry squirmed and all four of them looked at him as he settled again on the settee and exhaled gently. Sam smoothed the blanket back over him and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Let him sleep, dude.” He complained. “You’re gonna wake him up if you keep touching him.”

“I just don’t want him to get cold. An illness on top of the injuries will make him miserable.”

“It’s a thousand degrees out, Sam. He’s not going to get cold and he’s not going to get sick. He’ll be fine, let him sleep.”

Sam sighed, but he did move away to go and sit next to Dean. Immediately after he sat down a tiny foot slithered out from under the blanket and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Typical.” He groaned.

“Leave it, he’ll tuck it back in himself if he gets cold.” Dean assured him.

Sam nodded, but that little, uncovered foot just got to him. He’d never had anyone to look after, not like a big brother should look after a younger brother. That had always been Dean looking after him and he’d never really had the urge to smother Dean and protect him, not like he did with Harry.
A moment later Harry shifted again and a whole arm popped out of the blanket before curling up under that soft chin. Sam just shook his head.

“Now you know the joy of having a bratty little brother who never does what you say.” Dean told him. “You were the same, always doing the damn opposite of everything I told you to do. You drove me insane half the time. Now you get to experience it too. Karma’s a bitch, Sammy.”

Sam snorted and looked back at Harry.

“Somehow, I just don’t think he’ll be as bad as I ever was.”

“You boys will let him get away with murder, that’s why.” Bobby put in.

“He deserves a bit of leeway.” Dean immediately answered.

“See what I mean? You idjits will let him get away with anything and everything, because of what he went through. He don’t need that. After what he went through he’s going to need solid boundaries and rules to follow to make him feel safer and secure.”

“You want us to keep him in a box, that it?” Dean demanded.

“That ain’t what I’m saying, idjit.”

“Harry’s life has been chaotic.” John said, finally feeling able to contribute something to the conversation. “He’s been physically punished for things he hasn’t done, and excessively punished for things he has done. He didn’t know when a strike was coming, or for what. He needs a set structure to keep him happy and healthy. He needs to know what he can do, what he can’t and what the punishment will be if he does do something wrong.”

“It can’t be physical punishment.” Sam out in immediately.

“A stern talking to and taking his books from him?” Dean asked.

Sam nodded. “If we start hitting him, even as a punishment, he’ll compare us to those monsters and he won’t be able to get past it.”

“I’m sure that we can remember that.” Dean insisted. “One look at his damn face and we’ll remember. I can’t look at him without thinking of what he’s already gone through.”

“Those bruises and scrapes will heal soon enough.” Bobby put in. “Harry’s a good kid, he won’t give anyone an excuse to hit him.”

“Our affectionate little puppy.” Dean chuckled quietly.

“Our priority is to keep him safe.” John said firmly. “He doesn’t know about what is really out there, he doesn’t know how to fight it, kill it. Until he learns, we protect him.”

The four men looked at one another, Dean nodded first, and after a look to the drugged up Harry, Sam nodded too. They would never allow anything to happen to him.

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Harry was sitting under the new bird feeding station, grinning as several small birds fed from the seeds just above his head. They had come to trust him and it felt wonderful to have the trust of such skittish, delicate animals. He was so happy that Bobby had put a bird feeder in his garden just for him and had gotten several types of bird foods from mixed seed, to mealworms and fat balls, with all the feeders to go with them that hooked onto the main bird station, which also had a shallow dish for water. No one had ever really done anything just to make him happy, so that made him even happier.
His week had been going well, he was off of the painkillers completely and John, his Father, hadn’t tried to leave again. Not yet at least.
He was being watched, of course. He was always watched and he was getting used to the protective gazes of his family. He looked up and saw that Dean was watching him, a gun on his lap that he was oiling with a rag. He smiled at Dean before looking back up at the feeding birds as seeds dropped over his head.
Sam was talking, Harry could just hear his voice as he spoke to Dean about something. Dean didn’t answer verbally, not that he could hear, but he did nod or shake his head now and then. He loved the way they interacted with one another, even if they did have disagreements or little snits now and then, they were still brothers, and the love and care they had for one another showed clearly. Harry wanted that desperately. It was all he had ever wanted…a family to love and care for him unconditionally. Like a family should be.
His good day was ruined when a loud squawk broke the peaceful quiet of the afternoon and all the birds feeding above him scattered quickly in all directions. Harry grinned widely as Hedwig landed on the bird station, it wasn’t her sudden appearance that ruined his mood, it was the letter tied to her leg as he undid the soft string and let her eat from the bird feeder. She preferred meat, but she would take seeds now and then, especially after a long trip, and the flight over the Atlantic must have tired her.
Harry opened the letter cautiously, not knowing what he would find inside it. The reply from Sirius almost broke his heart. It was just a generic letter telling him not to do anything rash, to stay put and not leave his relatives house, that something called the Order of the Phoenix were coming to pick him up closer to his birthday and that he had to keep his nose clean for a few more weeks.
It confirmed to Harry at least that Sirius had known. He had known that Harry had been a surrogate child and that he had a biological family out in the world. Sirius had known and had never bothered to tell him. The stinging pain of betrayal hurt more than Harry had expected it too, because he had still been holding out hope, a small hope maybe, but still a little flicker that perhaps Sirius hadn’t known, that James and Lily hadn’t told him, even though he’d known that it was a foolish hope. James and Sirius had been best friends, as thick as thieves. Of course James would have told Sirius about the problems he was having conceiving. Of course he would have shared his joy at having a child, finally, after so long trying. But that little bit of hope that Harry had held…it just made finding out that Sirius had known all along feel that much worse.

“Harry, what’s wrong, dude?” Dean asked, hunching in front of him.

Harry looked up from the letter and clenched his jaw tight in anger, even though his vision bleared through tears.

“Is this Hedwig?” Sam asked, stroking the pure white plumage of the snowy owl. It was likely the first time he’d even seen an owl before, let alone touched one.

Harry nodded and it knocked the tears that had been welling up, so that they rolled down his cheeks.

“Aw, Harry, come on.” Dean said, reaching out and pulling him into a hug, stroking his back. “What did the letter say? You sent it to your Father’s oldest friends, you said?”

“They knew.” Harry said softly, brushing his eyes free of tears.

He was more angry than he was upset, but the sting of betrayal hurt him still. He should be used to people hurting him by now, but he’d never expected it from Sirius…or Remus either.

“They knew and they never told me. They haven’t even given me any of the answers I asked for in the letter. They just said not to do anything rash and to stay with my relatives. Those people aren’t even blood related to me, they knew they were hurting me, but still they told me to stay there and just be good.”

“I hate them already.” Dean told him.

“I don’t think they expected me to up and leave the country. The letter says they were going to come and get me just before my birthday. They probably wanted to keep me from seeking out my biological family. That must have been weeks ago now, it would have taken Hedwig a while to fly over the Atlantic and find me here.”

“You sent the letter before they could get to you?” Sam asked.

“I left Britain the same day. I would have already landed in America by the time they received the letter. I would have been long gone by the time they reached where I was living before, though according to this letter, they weren’t even going to bother coming to see me for weeks after I’d already left, they were going to get me closer to my birthday.” Harry said quietly. He wondered how that meeting would have gone, or if it had even happened yet, seeing as his birthday was still a couple of weeks away. To have been a fly on that wall when the Order invaded his Uncle’s house asking for him.

“Come on, don’t let this ruin your mood. You have Hedwig back now and you were only saying the other day that you were missing her.”

Harry turned to Hedwig and opened his arms, she fluttered down onto his lap and Harry cuddled her like a teddy bear. He kissed the top of her head, loving the softness of her white feathers.

“I have missed her.” Harry said softly.

“No more tears, okay?” Dean told him, ruffling his hair. “Those people, they aren’t your family, we are and they don’t deserve your tears.”

“Does Hedwig need anything?” Sam asked. “It’s a long way from London to here.”

Harry nodded. “I’ll go and settle her in my room. She’ll need to sleep and I can keep the curtains closed and blacken the room for her.”

“Aren’t owls nocturnal? Wouldn’t keeping the room brighter work better?”

Harry shook his head. “Snowy owls are active during the day as well as the night, especially in summertime. They put their heads under their wings too, to block out the sun when they sleep, I just want her to recover her strength from her journey.”

Hedwig hooted from his lap and Harry smiled at her.

“Come on, Hedwig. You can hunt after you’ve gotten some strength back, I’ll find a bowl for some water too. You need to hydrate yourself.” He told her, standing up and carrying her in his arms.

“I’ll get you some water.” Sam told him. “Does it need anything special or…?”

“As cold as you can get it, please. Other than that, no.” Harry answered before heading up to the room he and John shared to put Hedwig on the floor in the corner. “I’ll make you a perch, I know you like being low to the ground.” He told her. “Is that alright?”

Hedwig hooted happily and she toddled deep into the corner and settled herself.

“This is my bed.” He said, pointing it out to her. “If you want to settle on there, or use it to sleep, that’s fine. Just, no half eaten frogs, okay?” He grinned.

Hedwig hooted again and Harry smiled, touching her and just relishing that she was back.

“Is this good enough?” Sam asked as he carefully carried in a small bowl, that looked like it might have belonged to a dog.

Harry nodded. “That’s perfect. Thank you, Sam.”

Sam placed the bowl down by Hedwig, Harry shifted it slightly further back, so she didn’t accidentally knock it over.

“I’ll come to check on you in a few hours, Hedwig, if you want to hunt then, I’ll open the window for you, but I want you to sleep for now.” He told her, before bending and kissing her head.

He stood up and followed Sam out of the room. He closed the door gently so that the owl wouldn’t be disturbed.

“So, you were right, she’s gorgeous.” Sam said.

Harry looked at the door and he smiled. “Yeah, she really is.”

Dean was ranting to John and Bobby when Harry followed Sam into the living room slash library.

“…they actually told him to stay with those abusive monsters. Who does that?”

“They don’t know.” Harry said softly.

Dean spun around to look at him, his face a sort of panicked shock…he obviously hadn’t meant for Harry to overhear him.

“Harry, we saw it the moment we first looked at you.” Sam said gently. “You can’t tell us that the people who knew you the best didn’t know, or at least suspect.”

Harry looked down, because he’d always thought that maybe people had to know, but no one had ever asked him. He’d told Dumbledore, but he’d been brushed off…then there was Ron telling his Mother that he’d been locked in his room and starved before their second year. Harry had been shocked to hear Ron say it aloud, but it had only really confirmed to him that people knew, and those people didn’t do anything to help him.

“I always…I always got the feeling that maybe they knew.” He said softly.

“That they did nothing to help you makes me hate them more.” Dean declared angrily.

“They couldn’t have done anything anyway, so…” Harry shrugged, thinking about Sirius being on the run and Remus being a werewolf.

“Bullshit.” Dean burst out. “They could have got those people arrested, they could have told the authorities and got you out of there. They could have told you about us, we would have taken you in in a heartbeat, dude. You could have been with us from the start, as you were meant to be! They could have helped you and they didn’t, they could have told you about us, and they didn’t.”

Harry bit his lip and glared at the floor. It sounded worse when someone spoke aloud the things he’d been thinking.

“We don’t know why they didn’t tell you about us, if maybe they wanted to wait until you were an adult.” Sam said quietly, more gently. Harry could almost hear him glaring at Dean. “But there was no excuse to keep you in an abusive home, Harry. No one deserves that. No one, for any reason. I’m glad that you’re here with us now, but we hate the circumstances that led to you finding us, and how desperate you were to seek us out. You should have known about us all along, as we should have known about you, and you shouldn’t have had to fly over here alone, or skip several states by yourself to track us down.”

“I wish I’d been with you from the beginning.” Harry admitted, rubbing his eyes.

Sam crouched down and hugged him tight. “You’re with us now, and we are not letting you go again.”

“I hope they don’t come looking for me. I don’t want to be dragged back.”

“They’ll never get you from us.” John put in firmly. “You’re family, one of my boys, and you’re here to stay.”

That made Harry smile and he clutched at Sam tighter. He was worried about being found, and being dragged back to Britain and the Dursleys. He didn’t want to go back, not even for Hogwarts. He would miss Ron and Hermione. Hagrid too. But it wasn’t enough to make him want to return to Britain. Family meant everything to him, and now that he had a family, a real, blood related family who actually wanted him, he was never going to give them up. Never.

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Remus Lupin looked up and down the street from within the group of people he had arrived with on Privet Drive. It was night time, but because it was the summer, there was still a hint of light around.

“Which house, Remus?” Mad-Eye Moody demanded gruffly, peering around the street suspiciously, his magical eye looking in every direction.

“Number four. That one.” Remus said, nodding to the house in question before moving up the street a little and opening the gate, moving down the path before he knocked sharply on the door.

He had never expected Harry to ever find out that he was a surrogate baby. Not on his own, not until he was told by him or Sirius, at least. Sirius was beside himself with worry that Harry would do something reckless now that he knew. Knowing Harry as he did, Remus was expecting tears and upset, Harry had always been sensitive. There might also be anger too, but Harry was frightfully intelligent, he wouldn’t do something rash, not if he was thinking straight.
The door was yanked open and Remus smiled pleasantly at the grossly overweight man that had answered.

“Good evening.” He said. “We’re sorry to bother you so late, we just wanted to collect Harry.”

The man, who must have been Harry’s cousin, Dudley, if Remus remembered correctly, frowned gormlessly at them.

“The freakish kid has gone.” Dudley said.

“Gone?” Remus repeated, his forced smile receding. “Gone where?”

The man just shrugged. “Who cares? He left ages ago, and he hasn’t come back.”

“Where are your parents?” Remus asked, feeling hollow. Sirius had been right after all. Harry had been reckless with the knowledge that he was a surrogate child.

“Mum!” The man shouted out loudly and walked away from the open door.

He went back into the living room, and just left them on the doorstep with the door wide open.
Remus was angry to hear that Harry was missing and no one had been informed of it, as he narrowed his eyes on Petunia, as she wiped her hands on the front of the apron she was wearing. She stopped mid-motion as she caught sight of them on the doorstep and she froze with a look of abject horror on her horsey face.

“Hello, Petunia.” Remus said, recalling their rather sparse interactions over the years. “We’re here to collect Harry.”

“He’s left.” She said, unsticking her tongue from the roof of her mouth. “He took off weeks ago, on Tuesday the twenty-seventh, he hasn’t been back since.”

“It is the twentieth of July, he’s been gone for almost a month and you didn’t see it as necessary to call anyone about his disappearance?” Remus demanded as calmly as he could.

“The boy was a terror.” Petunia insisted.

“Come now, you expect us to believe that?” Remus cajoled her. “Harry is one of the sweetest, kindest boys anyone could hope to meet. Where is he, Petunia?”

“I don’t know. He took his things with him…all of his magic things.” She whispered, barely able to get above a croak as she told them that Harry had likely taken his school trunk with him.

“What was said to him to make him leave?” Remus asked patiently, knowing that Lily had never told her sister that Harry was a surrogate child, that he wasn’t her biological child, thus it couldn’t have been Petunia who had told Harry about the truth of his parentage.

“Nothing, that spoilt child just upped and left!” Petunia told them, breathing hard, her chest heaving.

Remus had heard enough. Sirius’ fretting had actually been spot on and Harry had recklessly left his relatives house in a temper after finding out he was a surrogate. Remus tried to push away his panic, he tried to think where Harry might have gone.

“He would have made his way to Diagon Alley, I’m sure.” Remus said, looking at the dozen members of the Order that he had brought with him.

“We can speak to Tom, to see if he has seen Harry and when.” Tonks said, her hair a bright, bubblegum pink.

“What are we waiting for?” Mad-Eye grumbled. He spun on his heel and was gone in a moment.

Remus thought that Petunia would have a stroke from the look on her horsey face. She clutched at her chest as if pained and he sighed, wondering how this woman could have possibly ever been related to Lily, the kind, intelligent, fierce and protective woman who had thrown herself between her son and a curse she knew would end her life.

“If Harry comes back you will send us a message, immediately.” Remus said authoritatively.

Petunia just nodded silently and Remus spun on his own heel, Apparating from the Dursley residence where Harry was supposed to be kept safe. They had just let him walk out, on his own, a fourteen year old who was being hunted by bad, evil people.
Moody was already interrogating Tom when Remus arrived, and he stepped up next to Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“Harry stayed here overnight a few weeks ago.” Kingsley told him. “He arrived on Tuesday the twenty-seventh, the same day he left his relatives, and he left the following morning, citing that he was going to go home and that he’d be fine. He left through the Muggle entrance.”

“Where would he have gone from here?” Tonks asked.

Remus shook his head. “He could be staying in the Muggle world for all we know. We need to go back and regroup. Sirius has answered his letter, hopefully Harry will read it and calm down and make his own way back.”

“The boy should never have left in the first place.” Moody grumbled, limping over to them.

“He was angry and upset.” Remus said calmly. “Anyone would be at finding out such a thing, but this isn’t the place, let us go back and regroup.” He added, casting a surreptitious look around the Leaky Cauldron. They were not alone, people were listening and Harry certainly wouldn’t appreciate this being circulated around.

Sirius was waiting when Remus flooed into Grimmauld Place from the Leaky Cauldron.

“Did you find him?” Sirius asked him immediately. “Is he okay?”

Remus shook his head. “Harry wasn’t at home when we arrived. He left Privet Drive a few weeks ago, on Tuesday the twenty-seventh of June. He stayed at the Leaky Cauldron overnight, but he left the next morning. No one knows where he went from there. Tom said he went out through the front door, into the Muggle world, saying that he was going home. He could be anywhere.”

“Who told him about James and Lily looking for donors?” Sirius asked. “Petunia didn’t know. Lily never told her, so who knew who would have told him?”

“Could he have found out on his own?” Tonks asked.

“No. James and Lily searched for years to find donors that looked like themselves, the only way Harry could have found out would be if he was told.”

“It takes an owl three days to deliver a letter here, Sirius.” Remus said, thinking hard. “He left the Dursleys on a Tuesday…if he knew then, why did he wait another day to send the letter? We didn’t receive it until the first.”

“You think he found out after he left his relatives.” Kingsley questioned.

“He must have done. If he went to Gringotts by himself, the goblins could have let slip, or outright told him about the donors as that information is noted so that he could have a trust vault and access to the Potter vault when he was older.”

“The goblins would never tell us anything to do with a confidential meeting with a client. We won’t know that Harry spoke to them, or what they said to him in return.” Sirius said.

“It makes the most sense. Harry had an argument with his relatives, he left their home and went to London. He stayed at the Leaky Cauldron, and he must have visited the bank. No one else knew, no one else would have told him.” Remus reasoned.

“We need to find him, Remus. He’s going to be upset and angry. We need to explain why James and Lily needed donors, why we weren’t going to tell him until he was seventeen. I knew we should have gone to get him when that letter first arrived and not waited three weeks after!”

“It was Dumbledore’s orders that we wait until it was closer to his birthday before we went to get him.” Moody cut in.

“Fuck Dumbledore and his orders! I knew Harry would be upset and I knew that he would react badly! I just knew he’d do something reckless!”

“Are the donor parents still alive?” Tonks asked once Sirius had finished his rant.

“I believe so.” Remus sighed. “James and Lily were over in America so often in the lead up to getting the donor samples they needed. They loved the little family.”

“I can’t remember their names.” Sirius said. “I can picture them, but the names are gone.”

“John and Mary.” Remus supplied. “They had a small son named Dean. They lived in Kansas, I believe.”

“He…he wouldn’t have gone there, would he?” Sirius asked worriedly.

“How would he have gotten there, Sirius? He can’t Apparate, he didn’t use the floo, he went back out into the Muggle world. He’s fourteen. He wouldn’t have been able to get over to America.”

“He might have called them and they came to pick him up.”

“Without them wanting to see a guardian?” Remus asked. “That doesn’t sound like the couple that James spoke of, Sirius. Besides, where would he have gotten a number for them?”

“Who knows what they’re like now.” Sirius said. “Harry is missing, he found out about the surrogacy, the only thing that kid is thinking of is finding answers, and James and Lily are gone. That only leaves his donor family. We need to contact them.”

“I’ll see if I can find an address.” Remus sighed heavily. “I can Apparate over and talk to them, and at least let them know that Harry might try to contact them.”

“I’m worried about him. He’s only fourteen and he’s so little.” Sirius sighed. “Maybe I should go out as Padfoot and…”

“No.” Remus said immediately. “We don’t need you going missing as well. Harry is clever, he will turn up eventually. He might be staying in a Muggle hotel just until he has calmed down.”

“What if he isn’t though, Remus?” Sirius demanded angrily. “It’s been weeks, he could be…”

“Sirius.” Remus cut in firmly. “Harry is upset and angry, he is going to want some space while he comes to terms with the new information he’s found out. He needs some time to think this through and accept it.”

“He can do that once we’ve found him.” Sirius said, his grey eyes bright with anger. “He can get the answers he needs from us. He can be angry and upset here, but I am not leaving him out there on his own thinking that we’ve betrayed him!”

“We haven’t betrayed him.” Remus sighed. “He’s not going to think like that. He just needs answers.”

“Remus…I know how Harry will be feeling, what he’s thinking. We made the decision to tell him when he was an adult, but in his eyes it wasn’t our call to make. He’s hurt and he’s angry and he’s going to feel betrayed that he didn’t know any of this and we did. He’s going to want to punish us. I don’t think he’ll go back to his relatives.”

“Then we’ll catch up with him on the first of September.” Moody interrupted, scowling at them both. “He’ll be going back to Hogwarts and he’ll emerge from where he’s been hiding then.”

“We can also check in with his friends.” Tonks put in helpfully. “He’s going to want someone to talk to about this.”

Remus sighed and closed his eyes. He hoped that they did find Harry soon. This wasn’t like him and he was worried for the fourteen year old. He hoped that Harry really was just holed up in a hotel room in the Muggle world somewhere, thinking through this information. He didn’t like that Harry had gone missing over this…he regretted not taking the time to sit Harry down and tell him about his complicated parentage when he knew that James and Lily had been planning to tell Harry right from the start that he had two mummies and two daddies.
Now Harry had found out about his parentage by himself, likely from the goblins who wouldn’t have been subtle about such a delicate matter and had likely thrown it all on Harry’s shoulders all at once. If that had happened then it was no wonder that Harry wanted some time to himself to absorb that information. Remus just hoped that wherever Harry was, he was safe and that he would come to them for the answers he sought and that he’d do it soon, he needed to know that Harry was alright and that he was safe.

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A/N: I’m so sorry this has been such a long time coming, lovelies. I never meant to leave it so long, but that’s my problem with crossovers, the desire to stay in one fandom comes and goes very quickly, and I jump between a million other crossover fandoms like Avengers, Anita Blake, Game of Thrones, Spartacus and many others. So they all just cycle around, jumping back and forth, and I have to wait until Supernatural comes back, but despite how long it has been, this fic is in no way abandoned. It might just take a while for it to grab my attention.
But thank you all very much for being patient, and dropping me reviews still to remind me that you like this plot and are waiting for me to come back to it. I’ve never forgotten it, of course not, it really is just too many fics on my plate and too many conflicts of interest as several crossover fandoms fight for my attention, but I still love you all, thank you for putting up with me.

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