Chapter 1
So life had settled and Sam was happy for that. His brother and him lived relatively close and the apocalypse situations were rare, so while they still got along and it wasn’t like Dean’s Jinn Dream, it was a relatively quiet life. He was even married, to a man, which was a shocker for.. well.. pretty much everyone involved. And so what if his husband didn’t know the details of his decade long road trip with his brother, or how he was raised. There was plenty of things about Harry’s life he didn’t know. Mostly because he didn’t like talking about much about his life before moving to America. Traumatizing past, he says. But he couldn’t exactly ask without maybe bringing up his own and well, that’s not really what he needs right now. Because he’s happy. But now there’s a case that the Winchester brothers were apparently needed for, according to Castiel, and Harry was headed out with his best friends from high school that Sam had never really been introduced to before, but there they are, dragging him off like someone’s life depended on it. The redhead had a look on his face to match Dean’s when Sam had told him, a year into retired life, that they were taking a just-for-fun trip to Vegas. Dean still reminisces about that particular vacation. “Everything okay?” Dean’s voice interrupted his inner monologue.
“Just thinking.” He replied.
“Wanna talk about it?” Dean asked, not quite covering the wince already.
“Just the same thing as any time we take off hunting.”
“Oh, the ‘Are you lying to Harry?’ question.” Dean said, refocusing on the road. “I mean, yes, you’re totally lying to him, and that may be wrong, but since it doesn’t exactly affect him, does it matter?”
“It could affect him. If I died, what would you tell him?”
“I’ve thought about that. Probably mauled by a bear. But like- manly. You saved kids or something, and you definitely didn’t scream like a girl or piss yourself.” Sam looked at his brother, aghast.
“You’ve thought about this too much.”
“I disagree. I think I haven’t thought about it enough. Look, we’re rarely on the road anymore, rarely hunting. We’ve died a whole lot less in the past few years. Let’s just focus on the present.”
“Like how I’m lying to my husband about where I’m going and what I’m doing.” Sam said with a sigh.
“But not about who you’re with. It’s not like you’re cheating on him, or spending your off hours getting drunk. You’re saving people. Harry, if he ever found out, would love you more for it.”
“And I love him more for it.” Harry said from beside Hermione, waiting for the press conference to start.
“You love him more for not asking where you’re going?” She looked at him skeptically.
“Well, it’s not like I could tell him the truth. How do you think Sam would react to magic? He’s knowledgeable about all things occult, sure, but not in a practical sense. Just what muggles know.”
“I mean, it’s not like we’d know how he would react. Because you’ve done everything in your power to keep us from ever meeting him.” Ron sounded put out, but they’ve talked about this plenty of times before.
“I know, it’s why you’re supposed to call instead of just showing up! What were you thinking anyway? Dean was there and everything! Oh Merlin, his brother is probably convincing him I’m cheating on him!” Harry’s face morphed into fear. “Have I lied to my husband so much that he would believe that?”
“Harry, calm down, I may not have been able to formally meet the man, not even at your wedding, but you talk about him constantly, every time we talk. He loves you, you know that.”
“I know. And honestly, everything would be perfect, if I could just tell him the truth.”
“The truth?” Ron asked, brow furrowing. “Which truth? Telling him your whole life story or admitting that you’ve been lying to him your entire marriage?” Harry’s face crumpled further.
“RONALD!” Hermione whisper yelled, seeing the Minister coming in. “We’ll talk about this later, but please stop being an idiot.” She told her husband.
“Thank you all for joining me here today. I know it’s unusual to do this internationally, the MACUSA and the Aurors don’t often do any sort of joint investigation, but as this one is of the upmost importance, we require the best, which is why I brought along the foremost Auror team, headed by Ron Weasley, and MACUSA is putting forth their best, lead by former Auror Harry Potter.” The Minister liked to put in that Harry was theirs first. The best friends politely nodded to the camera clicks and various questions that popped up. “We will be answering questions after the statements have been given, for now I will pass the rest along to my successor, come next month, Minister Elect, Hermione Granger.”
“Thank you Minister, and thank you all for your patience. Right to business, we’ve been closely monitoring an abundance of distress calls from various creatures as well as witches and wizards, both in America, and in England, now it seems to be spreading to Scotland, Canada, and quite a few other countries. We’ve had teams dispatched to each of the locations, and for reasons undisclosed at this time, we’ve discovered the epicenter is here in America. Mr. Potter and I have discussed the possibility of a joint effort, if the two seemed connected, and now that it’s expanding the network quite internationally, I fear now is that time.” She took a deep breath. “Everyone, creature and wizard-kind alike, have been discovered, days after their original distress calls, beaten, tortured, and then killed. There is no link to why yet, but-” She froze a little here. “Upon closer inspection of muggle, or NoMaj, police reports, it seems the Wizarding World is not the only ones targeted.”
“So there’s no link to any of the victims?” Dean asked, looking over Sam’s shoulder. They were in yet another crusty motel room, near the homes of several of the victims.
“No, well, maybe? These two, Griffin Malloy and Aerglo Destin-” The brothers looked at each other in disdain over the name. “both disappeared around the same time last year, taking off work and everything, and weren’t seen for almost a week, except one photo that cropped up from a train station in England. There were several people together, sure, but they were both in the photo over five thousand miles from their home.”
“That can’t be a coincidence.” Dean said. “They knew each other.”
“Yes, probably, even though they lived several towns apart their entire lives.”
“Anything else?”
“None that I can tell. There was a theme, I thought, for a few of the people. Well, more specifically their names. Aerglo, Diemos, Castor, Alula. Several of these names are constellations, many of their last names have Latin origins. But then there’s people like John Brown, and Karen Yu. Honestly, nothing is significant.”
“And this guy- Bleddyn Gray? Why do you have him circled?” Sam tilted his head a little.
“Honestly, not sure. There’s something about that name.”
“Constellation?” Sam shook his head. “Well look it up.”
“I did. It means ‘wolf’ in Welsh.”
“So Wolf Gray?” Sam nodded. “Like that werewolf clan Garth was telling us about?” Another nod. “So old school wolf-family?”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, but that’s another thing. If one of these victims was a werewolf, whether a good one or not- whoever killed him must have been very powerful.”
“I would say so.” A voice said from behind them.
“We’ve talked about sneaking up on us, Cas.” Dean said, not blinking an eye. The angel had been doing it for several years now, a long long time.
“My apologies, but time is short. Another name on the list needs your attention.” He said, grabbing a paper from near the bottom.
“Clary Montenegro? What about her?”
“She was possessed by an angel at the time of her death. Neither angel nor human survived. She had sent out numerous calls for help but no one was able to locate her until after she died. I, myself, tried.”
“So this guy is killing angels and werewolves?” Dean furrowed his brow. “Didn’t you say there were several of the victims who called 911?” He asked his brother, who nodded, pulling out some transcripts.
“It was always different, ‘I’m being followed’, ‘There’s someone in my house.’, ‘Help, someone stuffed me in the trunk of my car and drove off.’ That last one cut off a minute later, but even with the ones where the phones were still on, they couldn’t triangulate the call. Another odd thing about the ones with constellations and Bleddyn Gray, they never made a call to police. Some of them don’t even have any cell phones or house phones in their name.”
“That’s weird, right?” Sam nodded.
“I looked at what I can find on them, and there isn’t much, no driver’s licenses, no electricity bills, even their homes were old family homes. And none were visited by police.”
“Why? Visiting the victims home is one of the first steps.” And that was true, they did it themselves.
“Not sure, although one officer was quoted for saying, ‘Their homes isn’t our business.’ Which the media had a field day with, apparently.” Sam went to say more, but his cell started ringing.
“Tell Harry I said hi.” Dean said, turning to Cas, and never looking at the phone.
“Hey, Har.” Sam said into the phone instead of responding to his brother.
“Hey.” There was a weird static that Sam didn’t want to question, but wondered briefly about ghost or demon interference. “Was wondering if you were still in town.” His husband asked.
“No, we drove out to California just after you left. Got in last night.”
“California?” Harry asked, voice seemingly strained.
“Yeah, why?” Sam couldn’t help but ask.
“I was just wondering, I was going to see if you wanted to grab dinner before either of us left again.” The tell-tale sound of his key in the lock could be heard over the line.
“You’re home?” He asked, surprised.
“Not for long head out again tomorrow.” Harry replied, voice getting a little quieter.
“Where ya headed?” Sam cringed. Because he doesn’t ask, he never asks.
“Urm-” But Harry never answered, because there was a loud crash and some obscenities and maybe some french? No, definitely Latin. And then the line went dead.
“Harry!” He yelled, knowing the other couldn’t answer, but worried all the same.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asked, instantly by his side.
“Something happened with Harry. He just got home and I think someone was waiting. Maybe demonic.”
“Why demons?” Cas asked.
“I heard static, it was weird.” He turned to the angel fully. “Can you fly me home?”
“Of course.” And Sam was in his living room. It was a mess, the paintings they had were knocked to the floor, the TV still on the wall, but smashed, and the collection of books the both of them loved were scattered everywhere.
“Harry!” He called out. The thought crossed his mind how he’d explain how he got here, but he didn’t care, as long as his husband was safe. “Harry!!” He called again, but no answer came. Cas disappeared for a second and returned with Dean, who gave a rough exhale at the house.
“No one is here except us.” The angel told them.
“Kidnapped?” Dean asked.
“That was fast. And Harry definitely put up a fight.” He said, worried.
“Really fast.” Dean said, eyebrows furrowing. “And I didn’t take Harry as a fighter.” Sam laughed.
“You give him shit on his height all the time, but I know. I’ve seen his workouts. He could keep up with us.”
“So whoever abducted him was strong?” Cas asked.
“Like strong enough to kill a werewolf and an angel?” Sam asked, his eyes turning to his brother.
“God I hope he’s okay.”
“Merlin, you look like shit.” Ron said, looking his best friend over from the other side of hospital room. They were both at St. Jouge’s Hospital for the Ailing and Maimed, having the brunet looked over.
“Well thanks, Ron.” He said, glaring around the mediwitch fussing over him. “Can we just hurry this up? I’m fine. I need to get to a phone so I can call Sam back, he’s probably worried sick.”
“At least he can’t go home and check for you there. You left a right mess.” Harry groaned. At least, this time he can clean his house with magic.
“And you need to get the pensieve memory to Hermione, see if she can make heads or tails of the spells the guy was using, and his wards. I caught a glimpse of them, but one was definitely being used to keep me from tracking him. I don’t know how he got away, I’ve never had a ward I wasn’t strong enough to break through.” Harry was always hesitant to mention the power he held, but he knew it was the truth.
“Except the old family wards like at the Parkinsons and Malfoy Estates.”
“You’re thinking old magic?” Harry asked, flinching as the mediwitch closed up one of the slashes to his side. It would probably leave a scar. Yay, something else he’d have to lie to his husband about.
“It would have to be.” He told him before nodding and heading out.
“Now, be sure not to do anything to stress this.” The mediwitch said, despite knowing that wasn’t possible.
“You’ve got to stop stressing about this.” His brother was saying, back in the motel room Castiel had found them in earlier.
“You know that isn’t possible.” And it was true. He had stayed and looked for signs of Harry for a few before Castiel reminded them that following the case might be the best way to find him. So here he was, doing a damn case, while his husband was out there, somewhere, kidnapped and most likely being tortured this very minute. Or already dead.
“You can’t keep thinking about it.” Dean said, worried too. He liked his brother in law, he liked that Sam was happy, and he knew that Harry was in danger here, but Cas was right. “Following these leads is the only way to find him.” He reasoned, to himself as well as his brother. So they got back to the case.
“You’ve got to focus on the case.” Hermione told him, shoving more papers in front of him.
“I know.” Harry said, and he was trying, but his phone was useless and he just wanted to hear Sam’s voice. He had already apparated home and cleaned up the mess but still. “Maybe I could just pop-”
“And explain what?” She asked, full Minister mode. Even Ron flinched. “You can’t explain anything that won’t have to be obliviated.”
“Maybe it’s time he knew.” They both knew the law, he married a muggle, technically they could be brought into the know of the Wizarding World.
“And if it goes bad?” She asked, her voice softening.
“Then we obliviate him?” Ron asked, but even he wasn’t sure.
“I’ve thought about it before. Telling him, seeing how it goes, then deciding from there. But if it went bad, I just- I don’t know how I’ll be able to look him in the face again. I love him, but he doesn’t love the real me. He doesn’t know the real me. If he finds out everything and doesn’t love me anymore? He might not remember afterward, but I will.” Ron patted his best friend on the back before freezing.
“Erm, Harry.” He called, hesitant. “Remember how Sam said he was in California?” The brunet nodded.
“He just tripped the surveillance ward we have set up at the Aerglo Destin home. And that’s his brother, right?” He asked, passing over the parchment playing the spell, Sam’s wild mane billowing in the wind and was that a shotgun?
“What in Merlin’s name is he doing there?” He asked, gathering the file quickly.
“There’s no sound on this-” Hermione started, but Harry was gone with an all but silent crack that most wizards still envied.
The quiet crack sounded again, this time in California, standing outside the Ancient and Noble home of the Destin family. An old wizarding family that helped found the American Wizarding Society. He knew that getting in wouldn’t be so easy, as there were plenty of wards keeping people out, but since muggles rarely even came close to the estate, there were no muggle repelling charms, and now his husband and brother in law would be walking into a number of traps, if he didn’t stop them. He cast a quick disguise charm, knowing it probably wouldn’t hold up long, as the pair knew him well enough, but it should be effective enough to scare the pair off. “California State Police!” He hollered into the doorway, he saw a vine or two sneak through a window, probably heading to the Winchesters, so Harry followed where it would lead. “I repeat, California State Police! Show yourself!”
“Calm down, calm down. I didn’t remember the Staties being so authoritative.” Dean’s voice sounded before the pair came around the corner, guns stowed and hands in the air. “It’s all good, officer. We’re FBI.” Harry’s next thought faltered.
“You’re what?” Harry’s voice choked and he was thankful for the darkness of the house as his disguise probably faltered.
“Agents Lommi and Bulter.” Dean said, gesturing to himself then Sam. Harry wanted to laugh.
“Lommi and Butler. Like from Black Sabbath?” It was Dean’s turn to falter. Obviously he didn’t get called out on the rock knowledge often. Oh goodness, was this a regular thing? Was Sam- Harry froze. All the trips. The eluding to his trips. The way he never asked about Harry’s trips. It was coming together. “Please, please, tell me you aren’t hunters.” Sam froze too. He knew his disguise had fallen, he knew the other saw him, even if Dean wouldn’t realize quite yet.
“Harry?!” He screamed, and the brunet expected him to question him. How he knew about hunters, what he was doing here, the disguise.. but instead the other just ran to him and wrapped him in a tight hug.
“Good to see you’re alive, Harry, but apparently so is the house.” Dean said, suddenly, voice cracking a little and the shotgun was in his hands, pointing at a vine.
“It’s, um- alive?” He asked, confused about the statement of himself, but then the rest filtered in. “Yeah, the house is protecting the family’s secrets, even though all of the family is likely dead now. It’s what it’s spelled to do. It’s why I had to get you out of here before you never got the chance to leave. Let’s take this outside.” And since they were apparently going to have to know everything, and obviously knew about some forms of magic already, he grabbed Dean’s arm loosely, wrapped a hand around Sam’s, and apparated them outside the estate’s grounds. Looking just outside the gate, Harry recognized the Impala. Merlin, what had he gotten himself into this time?
Sam sat down in the car with a thump, confusion warring with relief. His husband is alive, yay, but he’s also a demon? “Are you a demon?” Dean asked, voicing his brother’s thoughts while he cranked the car up. He started the drive as Harry narrowed his eyes out the window.
“Not a demon.” Harry said before tilting his head more at the house in the distance. “I mean, it can’t be a demon. Destin was kidnapped from his house, right? Fortesque was visiting him and he simply left for a cup of tea in the kitchen- but why?”
“Why?” Sam asked, wanting answers but also worried about- “You’re actually on this case?” Is Harry a hunter too?
“Yeah I- But this is a Noble house!” Suddenly an ethereal light shined from the backseat, causing Dean to slam on the brakes and Sam to gap at the man he called his husband. “Why would Destin fetch his own tea? I just left the house, obviously it’s big enough to warrant a dozen or so elves.” And then the light was gone.
“Elves?” Sam asked.
“And what the hell was that?” Dean asked, angry, but Harry didn’t answer as another light appeared, but this time the brothers could make out a distinct shape of an otter.
“American’s never signed the treaty for house elf freedom. Back home, we either pay them or free them, but they never had anything like that. It wouldn’t make sense for them not to have at least a few left on staff.” The otter said in a British female voice. “Ron says maybe he was compelled to do it on his own, to get him alone. How’s Sam? Did the house eat him?”
“He’s alive.” Harry told the otter, ignoring the brothers in the front seat. “They both are, but it was close. They would have fought, but probably would have lost without magic. They’re hunters, though, so that explains that at least.” He said, nodding to otter and it disappeared. “But leaves so many more questions.” He said, turning to the others.
“Oh, we got questions.” Dean said.
“So many questions.” Sam agreed.
“You’re a hunter, so obviously you know about magic. But the magic I use isn’t the type you guys deal with. I didn’t sell my soul or do anything dark to get it. I was born with it. There’s an entire community, a whole world under your nose, of well meaning and good people, that do magic. We go to school to train our magic, and yes, there’s some bad guys there too. Which is why we have people like me and Ron. We’re basically the magic people police.”
“Magic people police?” Dean asked.
“We’re Aurors, I’m just dumbing it down for you, big guy.” He said, patting Dean on the arm, friendly like. It was a running joke, because Dean and Harry were short compared to Sam, but the brothers didn’t seem to hear the joke, they didn’t even seem interested in the camaraderie. Harry sighed. “Dean, you mind giving me a sec with Sam?” He asked. Dean nodded, tightly, but only after looking at Sam for a cue. It was something Harry had seen so many times, and now he understood it so much more. “You know-” He started, as Dean exited the car. “so much makes sense about your relationship with your brother now. The bickering yet always being so close. It’s a big sign of partners left in each other’s company for too long. Ron and I are like that, hell, I’d argue with Hermione if she wasn’t so violent.” Harry smiled softly. “Now that you know about magic, I can finally introduce them to you- that is, if you- um- still want to?” It wasn’t a question about the brunet’s friends at all, that was obvious. Sam was quiet for too long, and the wizard felt the need to fill the awkward silence. “I mean, if not, that’s okay, it’s- it’s fine. My cousin is a muggle, non-magic, and he um, never really felt comfortable around them. But then again, with his parents, I’m not surprised. They still are upset he talks to me, but I mean, he only remembers so much of his childhood. We were attacked when we were teenagers and the dementor took some of his memories, happy and sad. But if he remembered our childhood, we’d probably never see each other.”
“Why?” Sam asked, still looking out the front window. It made Harry more nervous.
“His parents don’t like me much, never did. Between the magic and the freakishness of my people in general. It was all fine and dandy when I was just cooking their meals and cleaning their floors, but when I started to talk, started to ask questions, they- well let’s just say they didn’t appreciate that.” Sam turned to him suddenly, their eyes meeting quickly.
“Are you telling me you were their maid and cook before you could speak?!” There was anger there. “I mean- I assumed you weren’t treated well as a kid, the few things you said about your childhood didn’t seem happy but-” Sam all but growled.
“It’s fine, Sam.”
“They did! You were their slave! You didn’t deny it!” He was screaming now.
“I mean, I think at this point, the lying ship has sailed, and I hated ever second of it before, but I’m also having a little problem with diarrhea of the mouth so if you could just stop me from talking that would be great.”
“Yeah-” Sam sobered. “The lying.” He looked back out the front window. “We both lied. A lot.” He sighed. “Me more than you.” Harry scoffed.
“How do you figure?”
“I’ve left the house how many times on some bullshit story to go save the world?”
“Doesn’t mean it’s more. I’ve hid my whole life from you.”
“So have I.”
“But do you have magic powers? Suddenly moving things with you mind? How many times have you died?” Sam’s eyes widened and only kept widening.
“I used to. Visions too. Demon blood. I was tainted as a baby. Demon came into my nursery then killed my mother.”
“Same, well, dark wizard, and he killed both my parents, then my godfather killed the guy who ‘rat’ted them out and got locked up for all of their deaths.”
“And I may have died a few times.”
“I was supposed to die, and did once, but now I can’t die at all.”
“What do you mean?” Harry sighed.
“Due to some unforeseen circumstances I am the Master of Death. So I can’t die. I tried, just after the war, thought my job was done, but then nothing worked. And then I met you. And I had a purpose again.”
“Can’t die at all? Wait, war?” This was going to be a long night.
“How about I give you and Dean a run down, but let’s head to your hotel first?”
“I fear that will have to wait.” A voice said from beside Harry, and the brunet instantly had the man held down with a wand to his throat.
“Cas?” Harry asked, confused and backing away slowly. He had met Dean’s on again, off again boyfriend several times through the years but- “You’re a wizard?”
“I am not. I am an Angel of the Lord.”
“An angel?” Harry looked to Sam. “Of course he is.” The door opened.
“Since Cas is here, I assume it’s time to go.”
“Yes, Dean. There’s been another call on Angel radio. I can’t find where he is, but Gabriel has been kidnapped.” Sam groaned.
“Oh-ho! This is going to be fun!” Dean said and Harry honestly couldn't tell if the other was joking or not.
Soon enough, because Dean didn’t know how to drive slow, they were miles away from the town they called home. “The closest I can find to the signal starts here.”
“How so?” Harry asked, waving over their shoulder when Ron walked from an alleyway.
“I can tell the general location, and this is the center of it.” This was a hardware store, an old movie theater across the street that the last movie they played was-
“Does that say ‘Casa Erotica’?” Ron asked, reaching them. The brothers immediately headed across the street.
“I didn’t know we were bringing friends.” Dean said, casually, but his shoulders were tense.
“You brought Cas.” Harry said, smirking.
“Cas brought me back to life before, so he gets a free pass.” Sam wanted to laugh, his husband could tell.
“Ron saved me from a maniacal chess board when I was only eleven so I think he should too.” Harry replied. Dean stopped, looked at him for a second, then shook his head.
“We really need to hear the life story.” Sam said, absentmindedly.
“You could always read the books.” Cas said, causing the wizards among them to groan.
“Wait, you knew?! About Harry! And you never told us?” Dean looked at the other in an odd way, both mixture of anger and disappointment.
“It isn’t something we can talk about, unless it’s to someone ‘In The Know’.” He did actual air quotations.
“It’s a type of magic.” Harry told the brothers. “And please don’t read the books.” He said, mostly to Sam.
“As long as you don’t read the ones written about us.” Sam said, nodding.
“You? Someone wrote a biography of your lives?” They nodded, but then Dean amended it.
“Someone? Not really someone.” Ron asked about that. “It was God. Like capital ‘G’, God.” And then he entered the movie theater. “Gabriel?” He called out. It didn’t seem to be deserted, as the outside appeared to be.
“Were we apparated?” Ron asked.
“Seems more like Wizard-Space.” Harry noted. “But with the same tinged of magic that Cas used when he showed up.”
“So Angel-Space?” The redhead replied before Sam shushed them both. Harry had heard it too, there was an odd shaped silver blade in the brothers’ hands, same with Cas. The wizards had their wands out carefully, but there was no reason for it.
“Finally.” Gabriel called from the chair, tied with a shimmering rope. “I sent out the 911, took your time to get here.” He said. “I mean, I expected it from Dean, but Sam, now that you’re married you’ve just written me off?” He played offended, but there was a tinge of fear lying underneath. And Harry wanted to ask his husband, but thought it not the best time. “I knew when you showed up though, freak skedaddled.” Sam noticed his husband’s flinch at the term ‘freak’ but moved to untie Gabriel instead of bringing it up.
“Wait.” Cas called out suddenly. “It’s Holy Ore.” Gabriel nodded solemnly. “Sam, don’t touch it.”
“How can we untie him without touching it?” Dean asked.
“Well at least there’s something I can do.” Harry said, waving his wand and the rope fell away. “Mind if I keep the rope?” He asked the others. “Not to be used against your kind, but if it holds magical properties and the assailant touched it in any way, we can get something from it.”
“He moved it with his mind, like Sammy here used to do.” He said, putting a hand on the tall man’s arm. Harry narrowed his eyes.
“Could he be one of Azazeal’s kids?” Sam asked, moving out of Gabriel’s reach, closer to Harry.
“Shouldn’t be possible. They were all weeded out until it was just you and Jake. And you killed Jake.” Dean said.
“But still, telekinesis is a clue. We should be able to figure that out easy enough.” Harry magiked a bag and levitated the rope into it carefully.
“Telekinesis is better than a fingerprint.” Harry said, smirking and producing another bright white light. “Send an Unspeakable to my location.” Harry said to it and it zoomed away.
“You know who’s she’s going to send, right?” Ron asked the other, almost scared. The brunet froze.
“She wouldn’t.” Harry said before frowning. “She is, isn’t she?”
“He’s the best, you know that.” Ron said, although he seemed to hate himself for saying it.
“Sam, we should talk-”
“Your highness beckoned?” A new voice said, coming into the room. Harry groaned audibly.
“Malfoy.” The redhead said, nodding to the other.
“Weasley.” The blonde replied in kind. “Potter.” He said then, looking toward the brunet in question. “Who are your friends?” He asked, smiling demurely each in turn.
“I am Castiel, an Angel of the Lord.”
“And I’m Gabriel, the same, how lovely to meet you.” Gabriel said, batting his eyelashes.
“That’s my brother, Dean, and I’m Harry’s husband, Sam.” The tall man said, furrowing his eyebrows as the new wizard balked a little.
“Married?” He put a hand over his heart then over his mouth. “Making me the side piece is very unkind, Potter.” Harry groaned and dragged Sam out of the room, slamming the bag harshly into Malfoy’s chest when they passed him.
“Firstly, I’m not, nor have I ever, had anything but animosity for Draco Malfoy.” He said once they were alone. “Well, animosity and a slight bit of respect since after the war. Or the end of the war. He lied, saving our lives, so begrudging respect that he has earned greatly as an important member of the Ministry. So no ‘Side Piece’, least of all Malfoy.” He told the other.
“In the spirit of no lying-” Sam took a deep breath. “Remember when I said you were the first man I was ever with?” Harry furrowed his brow before nodding slowly. “Technically not true, but in my defense, Gabriel was a female at the time and I’m not sure explaining that would have been okay at the time.”
“So you and Gabriel-?” He asked, pointing through the wall where the angel stood, probably listening and gloating.
“Yes.” Harry nodded slowly. “But it was before I ever met you and-”
“You don’t have to defend yourself.” Harry said, and he meant it. It wasn’t something that they could have explained before today, just like Harry had never been able to introduce him to Teddy.
“Why are you smiling all of a sudden? Honestly, that’s a little worrying.” In Sam’s shoes, Harry would agree.
“I just realized, if you- um, if we work this out-” The implications were clear. “I can introduce you to my godson. He only just turned 10. I’ve wanted you to meet him for so long, but he can’t control- well, meeting him, you would have known something with magic was about, and, you know.”
“You have a godson?” Sam was astounded. The other man always spoke fondly of children, wanting them and minding them, but this was a huge chunk of Harry’s life he had taken away since he was a ‘muggle’.
“Yeah, his parents died, just after he was born, 10 years ago, tomorrowww.” His last word carried as he said it, rushing back into the room. “Ron! The anniversary!”
“Yeah, what about it?” Ron ask, confused.
“You’re actually going this year?” Malfoy asked, side eyeing the tall brunet.
“I never planned to go, even though it’s the 10 year, but it’s tomorrow!”
“I think we’re still missing your point.”
“What are the chances, that the man who ended the war, would be attacked the day before the anniversary.” Ron’s eyebrows raised.
“Very unlikely. But the other people were never involved. Most of the British victims weren’t even in country during the war.”
“Because they didn’t want to become like my family.” The blonde said, sneering.
“Are you saying there were potential Death Eaters?”
“Several of them, I noticed as I got the full information upon getting the case.”
“But you didn’t before?” Draco shook his head.
“The names were never released.
“And you remembered they were all Death Eater families?”
“Father had me memorizing the list of ‘respectable families’ before I could ride a broom. All of which were apart of the war, from both sides, or they were on this list- except-” He furrowed his brow. “Do you have a physical copy of the wizarding family names? And the werewolf ones?”
Sam was more concerned about the proximity of the blonde to his husband than he wanted to be. Jealousy had never been a problem in their relationship before, but now there was so much between them. Before it was just him lying to Harry, but now it was them lying to each other, plus the obvious attention the other paid Harry didn’t help. Apparently it was a completely normal thing, too, since Harry doesn’t flinch from the attention like he might’ve from others, he didn’t balk at it. Sam reasoned it was because Harry refused to acknowledge the flirting altogether, but no one missed Ron’s obvious mirth about it. The hunter knew the real reason it was bothering him more now than ever before, it was because their relationship had never been in danger before. Sure, they had fights, and Harry would leave, usually leaving his phone behind without telling the other where he went, and there was the time Sam left for a hunt in New York for over a week after a big fight, but he was welcomed back with open arms, they talked like rational human beings, and then made up for hours. It was a relatively healthy relationship, if you ignored the lying, which they had been, but now.. Now Sam didn’t know where he stood in his husband’s life, and he didn’t know how Harry stood in his. “What does that mean?” Dean’s voice asked, louder than Sam expected, knocking him out of his thoughts.
“What does what mean?” Sam asked, looking between his brother and his husband, the second of which looked pretty nervous suddenly.
“That’s for neither of you to know.” Malfoy said, running a hand down Harry’s arm, motioning back to the paper the two had been hovering over for half an hour now.
“Malfoy, that’s not-” Harry started, moving slightly away from the blonde.
“You know it wouldn’t be the first time.” The blonde interrupted, snottily.
“First time for what?!” Sam found himself getting upset, it had been a while since he felt so angry from jealousy alone.
“Obliviating muggles.” Ron said, sending his best friend a pitying look.
“Blondie over here said that. Said he couldn’t wait to get this over with so they could ‘obliviate the muggles’. I’m just a lonesome little muggle here, but it sure sounds like a threat.” Dean was getting pissed too. In the back of their minds, the hunters knew the angels in the room wouldn’t actually let the two get hurt, but wizards were an unknown threat to them.
“Obliviate doesn’t mean hurt, it means-” Harry stopped, sighed, then tried again. “It means to wipe your memory.”
“Wipe our memories?”
“Muggles can’t know about the existence of our world, much less hunters that’s sole purpose is to wipe our kind off the face of the planet.” Draco was smirking.
“This is different, Malfoy.” Ron said.
“How is this so different than any other time?” He asked instead.
“Look, we’ll discuss this later, for right now, put your eyes back on the parchment, tell us who we’re missing.”
The rest of the night had been pretty strenuous. Quiet, other than shuffling of papers, and mumbling between certain people from time to time. Sam refused to look at Harry, and it was probably the main cause of the sudden blow up he had, before disappearing entirely. He came back a bit later, smiling at a little boy at his side with rainbow hair. Rainbow in the way that it was constantly shifting colors. And so were his eyes. And his nose just became two sizes bigger, causing the brunet to laugh deeply. A sound Sam missed already. “We need to make it quick, Teddy. Gotta get you back to the safehouse.” Ah. Teddy. His godson. Sam was actually very interested to meet him, but Teddy apparently didn’t share the sentiment.
“Draco!!” He screamed, suddenly, running to the blonde and throwing his arms around his neck, as the other crouched to greet him.
“Hey Ted.” He said, fondly, before turning to the kid’s godfather. “That’s a low-blow, Potter.” Harry just shrugged and waited, the wait was killing Sam with every second that ticked by. Because here he was, Harry’s husband, and he had never met the other’s godson, but the man that flirts like Harry was a tall glass of water and Draco was in the desert, was hugging him like they were family. Sam looked at the brunet, who was smiling at Teddy endearingly, and had to agree. Harry was a tall drink of water, Sam was also very thirsty, but that really didn’t matter, because they were so far from stable ground right now. Sam fumed some more.
“Who’s this?” Dean said as him and Cas rejoined the group.
“My godson, Teddy.” Harry said, smiling again. “Ted, this is Dean.” Teddy gasped, and his hair was practically a lit flame.
“You’re Dean?! That means-!” He screamed, his eyes scanning the room before landing on the younger brother. “SAM!” He ran to him and hugged him tight. Harry was laughing.
“I'm sorry, I’ve been talking about you for years, and meeting you has always been pretty important to him.” The smile waned a little. “I wanted him to get that chance, in case-” He took a deep breath. “Changes are afoot.” Harry said, like he was trying to make a joke.
“’Ry always brings me to a safehouse when things get bad. Nana told me this anniversary would probably be one of those times.”
“Why?” Sam ask, still hugging the boy.
“My parents died, my real ones, 10 years ago in the war.” Dean’s eyes narrowed from across the room, but he didn’t say anything. “Nana and Draco are my only family left, and then there’s my ‘Ry.” Sam shot a confused look to the brunet.
“They’re cousins.” He filled in the gap. And it emptied just a bit of the fear.
Something was chasing him, or was he chasing them? Harry wasn’t sure, he just knew he had to keep running. A bright light off to the side caught his attention. Part of him thought it was a green, a killing curse aimed at him, but then it looked white. Like the pure whiteness of King’s Cross when he was dead. It was confusing, because the light wasn’t scary or comforting. It was just there. And then someone else was there and the brunet was standing still. When had he stopped running? It felt like when he was in the woods with his best friends, running but everything was so slow. Stopping seemed dangerous. Was he in danger now? Someone’s hand on his shoulder startled him. The light was still bright, but now different. It was just an overhead light of a hotel room. “Harry?” A voice called though the fog of his dream, the waking world called him before he could fall back into the dream to find his answers. “Harry.” The voice called again. It was Dean. The pair starred at each other minute before the wizard nodded his thanks for waking him. Dean went to leave the room, but paused. “He feels just as bad as you do.” He said lowly before exiting to the hallway. They were probably all headed out. Gabriel hadn’t helped much, just fleeing before anything else could happen to him.