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So Much for Peace	By : littletreetopper Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9417 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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“Teddy! Dromeda!” Henry was flat out running, sprinting up the drive while casting spells to quell the flames.

The angel calmly stood at the gate slowly lowering his outstretched arms, palms down, and as his hands reached his thighs the flames were finally extinguished.

Henry dashed into the blackened cottage screaming for Teddy when he finally heard the sound of a child sobbing over the snaps and cracks of the smoldering house. As he appeared in the doorway to the study he took in everything around him with discerning eyes. Two men and one woman were dueling one man quickly and powerfully. Henry didn’t allow the fact that the man protecting his family was one he knew to be dead distract him at the moment. Behind this man, wearing what Henry knew to be Unspeakables robes, were Andromeda and Teddy. There they were huddled together against the rubble that was their fireplace behind a slowly waning shield charm.

Henry whipped around shouting, “get them out of here!” but the angel was already across the room reaching out with two fingers from each hand. As they vanished Henry turned on the threat, so ready to fuck them up, but Snape seemed to have taken advantage of the distraction and only one of the intruders was left standing. While Snape blocked a hex Henry threw everything he had into an imperio. Snape was left stunned clutching his stomach as Henry rushed the other man, shoving him against the wall with his wand at his throat. The man was unkempt and smelled like he hadn’t bathed in far too many days but Henry smiled as he watched the glass clouded over the man’s eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Henry seethed between gritted teeth. The man’s mouth gaped like a fish before he dumbly responded.

“It was a job.” Henry leaned back, shocked for a moment before he continued.

“A job? Who hired you? What did they want?” The man’s head lolled from one side to the other, his lips making every effort to move but having no success.

“He may be succumbing to his injuries as his adrenaline must be waning.” Henry turned and stared at his professor, whom he had almost forgotten was there. That voice was just so familiar, what was once the source of a throbbing headache, now washed over him like a soothing touch. “Potter? Aurors should be arriving any moment to incarcerate these attackers, may I suggest you remove your imperio as they may not appreciate such a tactic?” Henry stunned the man already slumping against his fist and numbly removed his imperius while he nodded minutely.

“It’s really good to see you professor.” Henry gave him a small smile before he turned and walked away calling for Teddy and Andromeda again. He found them sleeping peacefully outside with a particularly bored looking angel standing over them. Henry took a relieved breath and walked over.

“I don’t even know your name and I owe you so much, I can’t thank you enough.” The angel smirked and pulled out his cell phone before responding.

“Don’t worry, it was nothing, just doing my job.” Henry smiled and nodded. “And my name is Balthazar.”

“Nice to meet you, so you know Gabriel then?” Balthazar rolled his eyes while they were still concentrated on his phone. He responded without looking up.

“Siblings usually tend to know each other.” Henry snorted but the angel continued. “Why do you think I’m here? I’m supposed to keep and eye on you while big brother is busy.” Henry’s eyes widened but Balthazar didn’t notice, Henry’s followed the angel’s finger tips down to the screen, was he playing a game?

“An angel.” Balthazar looked up at the sound of a reverent voice approaching from behind Henry.

“Hello there Severus, how’s resurrection treating you?” Henry turned sharply to face his old professor while Snape stood frozen in place.

“So that’s how you survived then? …You didn’t.” Snape’s eyes moved from the angel to Henry but he didn’t say anything; then the angel sighed dramatically and both wizards turned to face him.

“Yes, yes, I’m surprised Gabe never told you. He said it was kind of a thank you to the guy for taking care of you before he started to.”

“Mr. Potter, am I to understand that you share the company of angels?”

“Well you too, apparently.”

“Alas I had thought I was something special, but of course my good fortune is only in association to you.”

“What are you blathering on about?” Henry was beginning to be reminded why that voice had grated on him.

“He’s just bitter, ignore him. What do you want me to do with this little narcoleptic pile at my feet, hmm?” Henry wasn’t able to respond immediately as he was too stunned by the sound of the Potions Master chuckling. As Snape’s eyes bore into his, daring him to comment, he looked down at his family.

“Umm, right. Well they obviously can’t go back in there, and until we know who sent those people or why I don’t really feel comfortable…” Henry sighed knowing what he needed to do but not looking forward to all the explaining required. “Yeah alright, we’re going back to my house, where you found me.” Henry cast a sideways glance at Severus, definitely not trusting him enough to say where he lived.

“Should I wake them up or do you want to wait until things have settled. I already healed them of the minor bruises and abrasions they had but they were otherwise fine. Speaking of, Severus please. Either heal yourself or have one of us do it but you are getting whiter by the second and I find your already pale complexion aesthetically unpleasant.”

“Goddamnit, Snape!” Henry marched over with his wand out, already murmuring diagnostic charms and pain reducing spells.

“Potter, I am perfectly capable-“

“Just hold still, will you?” Snape’s eyes narrowed but he remained quiet and let Henry finish his work, which he hated to admit was rather adept. “How in the bloody hell were you just standing there! Your bowels were about to fall out of your gut you psychopath!”

“Having much experience dealing with actual psychopaths I resent being called one, and honestly I hadn’t noticed.”

“Hadn’t noticed! The front of your robe is soaked with your own blood, what is wrong with you?” Snape squared his shoulders before looking over at the smirking angel, bastard seemed to be enjoying the show.

“Should you not be attending to your godson and his grandmother. I’m sure your guest room in Palo Alto is much more comfortable than the charred garden floor.”

Henry gaped while Balthazar outright laughed like it was a juicy twist in his favorite soap. He stopped abruptly as the two turned to glare at him.

“Just because the Dark Lord is dead doesn’t mean my promise to your mother no longer stands.” Henry was left speechless for what felt like the tenth time in the last ten minutes. So Snape had kept tabs on him to make sure he was safe? Still after all this time he was looking after him from afar. “But if I had known you had a bloody guardian angel I wouldn’t have bothered.” And there was the git Henry remembered.

“Right, well. Wow. I can’t believe you’re alive… after all this time… would you come back with us? I’d really love to uh, have a chat. If you’re not busy.” Henry was suddenly struck with the realization that the man he had wanted to thank and ask millions of questions to was finally standing in front of him. He’d imagined this for years but never thought it would happen. Snape was dead. Fucking angels, they just throw a wrench in everything. Henry shook his head at his musings and smiled at Snape hopefully, who also seemed to be experiencing his tenth shock of the evening.

“I’m afraid I have to report back to the ministry, in fact I should have been there several minutes ago. They will be looking for me any moment as it is. May I call upon you tomorrow?” Henry nodded.

“Of course, I look forward to it.” Snape raised a curious eyebrow before disappearing with a pop.

Henry turned back to Balthazar and nodded, two seconds later they were in his living room with two Winchesters quickly rounding on them.

“Shhh!” Henry whispered, pointing to his sleeping relatives. Sam and Dean looked down at the slumbering forms and then back up at Henry, obviously looking for answers. Henry grimaced and turned to Balthazar, gesturing toward Teddy and Andromeda and asking, “do you mind?’ while nodding at the stairs.

Balthazar gave him a stank face before pointedly looking at the brothers and then promising severe pain should Henry tell them what exactly Balthazar is with jut his beady little angel eyes.

“Sure, just call me ‘bitch boy’ tonight.” Balthazar sufferingly stooped to touch the pair and deposited them in a guest bedroom before returning to debrief Gabriel.

“Hey, so, what are you guys doing up?” Sam snorted but Dean was far from amused.

“Explain please, now.” Henry winced and looked down at Dobby who was nervously wringing his ears.

“Was that a kid, Henry?” Sam cut in and Dean huffed but clearly expected a response.

“Yes, that was my godson Teddy, and his grandmother Andromeda. They were attacked in their home tonight and I don’t feel comfortable having them anywhere but with me for at least a bit. I hope you don’t mind, Sam.” Sam slowly shook his head, as if saying ‘of course it’s fine’ while taking everything in.

“What do you mean they were attacked, by what? And what the hell kinda thing was bitch boy?” Dean had resorted back to one hand on his hip while the other gestured wildly. If Henry wasn’t so stressed he probably would have thought it was adorably dramatic of him.

“I don’t know, all I could get out of one of them was that they were there on a job before the bastard passed out. And Dean, please don’t worry about him, he’s one of the good guys and I really don’t need you to be a hunter right now.” Dean’s eyes narrowed as both fists settled on his hips before Sam finally spoke again.

“Are they okay? Your family?” Henry smiled a little and nodded.

“Yeah, they’re gonna be fine. Disoriented when they wake up but they’re safe here.”

“Are you gonna tell us what that guy was?” Dean’s voice cut through.

“Can you please just trust me that it’s not important? He asked me not to tell you and he just helped save their lives and I kinda owe the guy. It’s nothing personal, you know, just respect and honor and all that crap.” Henry cringed at how much he sounded like some idealistic Gryffindor. It was obvious from Dean’s ‘oh, bullshit’ face that he didn’t catch the sarcasm.

“Yeah okay, we get it.” Sam nodded and turned sharp eyes on his brother who frowned and walked off into the kitchen.

“Thank you, Sam. I really appreciate-” Sam took a few steps and was suddenly only a few inches away from Henry.

“Cut the crap, Harry.” Sam said with a completely undreadable face. Henry’s wand instinctively flew from its place on his forearm and into his hand. “Relax, I’m not mad at you, but did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Henry stood wide-eyed and panicked. “I mean you left me with a whole library of books and at least a quarter of them referenced something about a boy who was so obviously you.”

Henry finally managed to exhale. Sam wasn’t lying, so this wasn’t the worst way he’d imagined Sam finding out about the Wizarding world and he let himself relax his shoulders a fraction.

“So what is it you’ve figured out?” Sam smirked and crossed his arms.

“You’re a wizard, Harry Potter.” Henry couldn’t help but burst out laughing and Sam did as well.

“Was that line honestly in some book? I didn’t know I’d told anyone about that. Or maybe the author made it up and got lucky. That really happens far too often, honestly.”

Sam just shook his head and stared in awe at his friend for a moment. He was really only like 80% sure that Henry and Harry were one in the same but now it was definitely confirmed. Apparently his best friend was some kind of savior. No wonder he and Dean are practically made for each other, the two most massive hero complexes. People seek their equal, there’s a reason Beyoncé is married to Jay-Z.

“Does Dean know?” Sam shook his head. He hadn’t figured out a way to preemptively explain it to Dean yet since school had been keeping him busy lately.

“You’re gonna have to tell him, you know.” Henry sighed and ran a hand down his face before nodding in confirmation.

“Are you really okay with all this?” Henry asked, still very skeptical of Sam’s mental state at the moment.

“I’ve had over a week to mull it over and plenty of books to explain it to me. This would probably be a lot easier if we could get Dean to actually read something for once.”

“Oh shut the hell up. What do I need to read.” Dean walked back in, still clearly unhappy but now with a bottle in his hand. Henry raised an eyebrow while Sam turned to face him nervously.

“You’re not gonna like this but I really think he should read… um.. Beneath the Scar.” At Henry’s suddenly furiously indignant face he added, “maybe just the pocket guide version, it’s way less detailed!”

“Pocket guide sounds good to me,” Dean added after he wiped the beer off his mouth with the edge of his sleeve. Very hesitantly Sam reached into is left front pocket and pulled out a slightly bent 4x5 paperback booklet.

“You actually have that fucking rubbish in your pocket?” Henry shouted in near hysteria. Both Winchesters winced. “Where the hell did you even find that in the first place?” He was definitely still screeching as he continued. “I didn’t even know such an offensive thing existed!”

Dean was looking back and forth between the two, frustrated and confused. While his baby brother was taking a moment to collect himself or something Dean broke the tense silence.

“So what’s this book about then?” Sam tried to smile encouragingly at Henry but all he received was a scowl for his efforts.

“It’s kind of like a biography, I don’t know how accurate I guess. You’d have to ask… Henry since it’s about him.” Henry groaned as he knew there was no going back from this and he desperately whished it was five hours ago when life was much more pleasurable.

“I couldn’t tell you either. You honestly think I’ve read that shite?” Dean just looked more confused than ever as he followed the conversation.

“The author is supposed to be a fellow Gryffindor, someone who fought beside you.” Henry stilled as his eyes zeroed in on the book. “He’s not named, it’s supposed to be anonymous but it’s also the most acclaimed biography I could find.”

“You are just so fucking unbelievable. Don’t you think it might have been more reasonable to walk across the hall and ask me about my life, instead of sneaking around and ordering books, which I have no idea how you did by the way, and then outing me to your brother!”

“Will someone please tell me what in the hell is going on here!” Dean demanded with an accusing finger pointed in their direction. Sam thrust the booklet into Dean’s chest waiting for Dean to reach up and take it from him.

“I’m tired. We’ll all talk in the morning. Dean, read that book. Night, Henry… love you.” Henry rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep the corner of his mouth from rising as Sam heaved himself up the stairs.

Dean took a moment to really look at the guy that was continuing to mean more and more to him and was not pleased with what he saw. Henry was extremely dirty, maybe covered in soot, and had plenty of scratches along with the most tired eyes he’d ever seen on the young man. Dean had walked over and wrapped his arms around Henry before he even realized he had moved.

“I’m glad you’re okay” Dean mumbled into Henry’s shoulder. Henry took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to keep himself from breaking down. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Henry nodded but clung even tighter to the young hunter’s body, leaving them stuck where they were.

“Thank you.” Henry managed to get out and gradually released Dean from the embrace. Dean left a hand on the small of Henry’s back as he smiled and maneuvered them up the stairs.

For the first time since Dean had met Henry he woke up before the small brunette. Henry liked to think he came across as a carefree college student but whenever Dean looked at him he saw the intensity, the vigilance, and the many other signs that Henry had grown up in a life full of and unpleasant storm of shit. But, that was what he loved about Henry, they could relate, he was the literal opposite of a damsel in distress… Dean chuckled to himself at that thought. Looking over at Henry imagining him in some fluffy dress tied to a railroad crossing. As much as he loved Henry in his usual state of hyper-awareness, this was nice too. Especially after the night they had.

Dean rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, releasing a long labored breath. After they had settled into Henry’s massive bed around 7AM finally, Dean knew he needed a few answers or neither of them would be able to sleep. He was still reeling from the information he’d gotten and was also extremely annoyed with his brother. After hearing things from Henry it was obvious that Sam had gone about this horribly. Dean sighed again and swung his legs out of bed, still surprised that all the movement hadn’t disturbed his bedmate.

Dean slowly made his way over hardwood floors in soft white socks and sweats before he came upon a momentarily startled Dobby in the kitchen. The elf recovered quickly before offering coffee and toast.

“Yeah, thanks Dobby, I could really use some coffee.” As the coffee pot removed itself from the maker and was pouring steaming liquid into a mug at the snap of Dobby’s fingers, Dean built up the courage to keep going. “Look, Dobby. I uh… I wanna apologize.” The elf stopped what he was doing, prepping some kind of meat for later maybe but Dean wasn’t sure, and looked up shocked.

“Mr. Dean doesn-” Dean held up a placating hand and nodded.

“I know you don’t expect an apology but you really deserve one. I’ve been a total bitch to you, especially last night when Henry disappeared. I was kinda freakin’ out.” Dean laughed nervously, not sure if his apology was going well or not. He took the opportunity to reach for his coffee and cautiously took a sip. “And you still make the best coffee I’ve ever had. What’s your secret?”

Dobby’s features formed a most conspiratorial expression before he winked and whispered, “magic.”

“Right.” Dean nodded, forcing a smile. After last night or this morning or whatever he now knew that it wasn’t just a joke. “Look, uh Henry told me all about your guys’ kinda magic last night so you don’t need to worry about holding back in front of me and Sam anymore.” The elf’s eyes widened a fraction before he nodded.

“Do not worry Mr. Dean, Dobby hasn’t been... but Mr. Dean should know. If Mr. Henry had been in trouble Dobby would have taken care of him. Dobby always does.” Dean was almost intimidated by the intensity with which the elf spoke. Dean smiled at the corners of his mouth before nodding and turning to leave the kitchen and calling out behind him.

“Thanks for the coffee!” It actually was a relief to know that the already freakishly powerful elf wasn’t about to get more powerful, but it was scary as shit to think of that wrinkly creature going postal trying to defend his master or whatever. Maybe it’s a little badass too, Dean conceded.

On his way down the stairs he saw that Sam was up and working in the study, of course, so now on his way back up and properly caffeinated he prepared himself for a conversation he in no way wanted to have. Hopefully Henry stayed asleep.

“Hey Sammy.” Dean announced his presence while leaning against the doorway with one hand around his mug and the other fisted on his hip. Sam looked up, surprised to see Dean without Henry attached at the elbow.

“Morning, Dean.” Sam set his pen down seeing the suffering expression on his brother’s face. Dean sighed and plopped into an armchair across from the coffee table Sam had liberally covered with books.

“So, I asked Henry what that book was about.” Sam’s eyebrows lifted towards his hairline as he visibly sunk a few more inches into the sofa.

“Really? What did he say?” Dean nodded and took another sip.

“I believe his exact words were ‘I’ve never read it, or any of them, but if I had to guess it’s probably a ghastly work of fiction.’” Dean chuckled at Sam’s frown.

“Is that all he said?” Dean shook his head and kept going.

“Nah. I mean, I gave him an opening by assuming it was supposed to be about him and just asked him to start from the beginning.” Dean exhaled loudly before sipping his coffee again. “Man, I gotta be honest, it was tough not to lose my head. I’m almost proud.” Dean gave another hollow laugh and Sam raised an eyebrow asking for explanation.

“Dean, what did he tell you?” Sam asked getting more and more excited and more frustrated with Dean’s lax method in delivering the information.

“He started off telling me about how he grew up. First his parents were murdered when he was only 1 and then he was neglected and abused by the only family he had left.” Sam nodded like he’d assumed as much or maybe that book had gotten some facts right, Dean didn’t know. “And that was his life for eleven years, living in a closet under his aunt and uncle’s stairs.” Sam seemed surprised by that and Dean’s interest was piqued. “What? That not what your book says?” Sam looked slightly chastised but still rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“I mean, I’ve known for a long time that Henry had it rough but you’re right, that’s not exactly the story the book tells.” Dean nodded.

“Yeah, he said I’m only the second person he’s ever told about how things were before he got his letter.” Sam nodded, having a pretty good idea who that one other person might be, and was actually somewhat impressed that Dean already got to be number two. “God, you know, it doesn’t seem like it could possibly be real. It’s straight out of a damn fantasy movie, ya know?” Dean set his mug on the table next to him and ran his hands from the back of his head, through his hair, and down across his face.

“Yeah, I do. When I was reading all the books on magic that Henry though he had hidden or whatever, I thought it was a joke. But, none of the other books were a joke and eventually it kinda made sense. Like all the unexplainable terrorist attacks in England a few years ago that not a single terrorist group took credit for. Then when all the creatures we’ve never heard of turned out to actually be magical races, all of their characteristics seemed less impossible. Then again at the same time, the idea of ‘natural magic’ goes against everything we’ve ever been taught.”

Dean only grunted in agreement but Sam could tell that being able to talk this out with a like mind was exactly what his brother needed and himself as well if he was going to be honest.

“Yeah. I mean, fucking wands! When did you figure out they were ‘wand wielders’ or whatever?” Sam chuckled quietly before responding.

“There’s another book you should read, and no it’s not about Henry, just all this shit laid out in a way that’s easy to understand.”

“What? Wizards for Dummies?” Dean laughed at himself as Sam scoffed.

“Actually kinda. It’s for non-magical parents of magical children. I don’t remember the exact title, it was kinda long, but I have it in my room if you ever want to read it.”

“Yeah, maybe I can share it at book club next week.” Sam rolled his eyes but knew Dean would probably end up asking for it later.

“So what did Henry say about the letter? His Hogwarts letter?”

“Yeah, Hogwarts. Is that really the best name they could have come up with, I mean really?” A laugh startled them both from the doorway before Henry spoke.

“I’ve always thought it was a ridiculous name as well, I mean you should have heard the school songs we had to sing about it. Coming from the muggle world I just thought it was a joke but then my friend Hermoine would get all huffy and inform me that every tradition and it’s meaning could be read in ‘Hogwarts A History.’”

“Actually you have that one and it’s a pretty cool read.” Henry just gaped in Sam’s direction before laughing so hard that he sunk to floor with his shoulders shaking against the wall.

“Dude?” Dean threw out cautiously.

“I’m sorry, sometimes it just kills me how alike Sam and Hermoine are, were…whatever.” Neither brother said anything, just waited for Henry to say something else and hoping he wasn’t mad they were talking about him. “Alright, well I guess I should wake up Andromeda first and tell her where the fuck she is. I’ll be back in a few.” Henry sighed, stood from the floor, and made his way down the hall.

He didn’t bother entering the room quietly, they wouldn’t wake unless he made them, and took a moment to appreciate that they were there. He hadn’t seen them in a couple of years now but it felt even longer. Teddy had certainly grown, he looked like a child now and no longer like a baby.

“Enervate.” Andromeda blinked a few times before panic flashed across her face as her last memories came flooding back.

“Shh. Dromeda, You and Teddy are safe and unharmed. It’s me, Harry.” Andromeda met his eyes for a second before they were darting around looking for her grandson. “Teddy’s still asleep. You’re in my home in the States, I’m so sorry but yours was burnt down last night.” Andromeda tore her eyes from the small sleeping form to look back at Henry, nodding sadly. “Come on, let’s have some tea and we can figure out what happened, let’s let Teddy sleep a while longer, yes?” Still the older woman just nodded and took the offered hand to help her out of bed.

“Well, he didn’t seem pissed we were talking about him behind his back.” Dean quirked an eyebrow in his brother’s direction.

“I think after the stunt you pulled on him last night this is nothin’.” Sam looked like he wanted to defend himself but Dean pressed on. “I’ll admit at first I was pissed at the way you went about, well everything, but I really can’t blame you. It’s how we were taught right? Always know what you’re up against before any confrontation.” Sam nodded, he hadn’t really thought of it that way till now but that certainly played into his motivations.

“I won’t be surprised if I do end up feeling like a dick later on down the road but right now there are too many unanswered questions.” His older brother sighed and inclined his head in understanding.

“Dobby is so sorry for what happened to you and young Mr. Teddy, Mrs. Tonks. Dobby is so glad that you are both alright.” Andromeda smiled softly and delicately cradled the mug of tea Dobby had brought on the tray before her.

“Thank you, Dobby. I am very thankful as well that we managed to escape unscathed.” With that she shot an inquisitive glance across the table to the young man she’d come to think of as family. “I’m not quite clear on how exactly that happened actually. Who was that with you, Harry? You both appeared and then a moment later I must have been asleep.”

“He is a brother of a dear friend of mine, but more than that I can’t say. You know those hero types, never want to get any real credit.” Henry gave a small smile that Andromeda returned to keep up the pretense but she was not a woman to be brushed off so bluntly. She was a moment away from speaking her mind when the doorbell interrupted the building tension.

“Who the hell?” Sam glanced toward the stairs. Dean automatically tensed at the sudden sound of the bell, a random personal attack, a powerful mystery creature, and now an unexpected guest were not a comfortable combination. The brother’s shared a look before heading down the stairs.

Whatever or whoever Dean was expecting to find, this was not it. Dean is a fairly imposing man himself and is confident in his capability to defend himself, but the man before him left him feeling even more intimidated than his father did.

Severus Snape gave the gaping crowd gathering in the doorway only a passing glance before settling on the young wizard with an unimpressed smirk. “Mr. Black, would this be an appropriate time to answer your call?” Henry swung the door open wider and stepped out of the way.

“Of course, please come in.” The slight heel on Snape’s expertly polished dress shoes practically echoed against the hardwood floors in the dead silent entryway.

“Excellent, though it’s not as if I would have come back if it wasn’t.” Henry rolled his eyes and smiled at his old professor.

“You’re looking pretty sharp, Snape. I never would have imagined you owned muggle clothes.”

“I’m sure you can imagine the necessary adaptability required in my position.” Henry thought for a moment before nodding. He remembered daydreaming about Unspeakables and them somehow turning into the James Bond characters he’d remembered from movies in his childhood.

“Right. Well, Oh I’m sorry.” Henry looked over nervously at Sam and Dean. “Professor Snape this is Sam and Dean Winchester, Sam, Dean, this is Severus Snape.” The three nodded at each other in recognition but made no move to shake hands or even exchange a greeting. Snape just turned back to Henry expectantly.

“Now, last night you asked for a ‘chat’ Mr. Black, I’m here and would rather not have to be for longer than necessary.” Henry huffed in annoyance and started walking them all back to the table where he and ‘Dromeda were having tea.

“I’ve been out of Hogwarts for over five years, you don’t need to call me Mr. Black, it’s weird enough not hearing you call me Potter.” Snape settled into the high back chair and allowed his clasped hands to rest on the knee of his crossed legs.

“Then perhaps you can retire with ‘Professor Snape’ for not only am I no longer your professor but I too have spent the last years away from Hogwarts.” Andromeda had had enough of this ridiculous dance. The life of her grandchild was threatened last night and these two did not need to be taking such obvious pleasure in their banter.

“Severus, I cannot be more grateful for your intervention last night. It was as if you arrived only seconds after they did and I hate to imagine what could have happened otherwise.” She paused to take a calming breath before powering on. “Please, who were those people and what did they want with us?” Sam and Dean were watching intently, observing as the outsiders they so clearly were in this situation.

“Earlier today the two surviving attackers were interrogated under veritaserum but only confirmed what the Ministry already knew. They were hired by a man we have been watching for over a year, but until a couple of weeks ago he was being very cautious. Something must have set him off because the one thing we got out of our prisoners was that Azazael was trying to send a message.” Snape’s eyes widened at Henry’s stunned recognition of the man’s name. No one at the ministry had been able to find out anything concrete about him, it was assumed that the name was another self-chosen title much like Voldemort’s.

“No. No no no no. Azazael, are you sure? Are you sure this mystery man isn’t just another riddle wanna be?” Snape’s eyebrows rose in surprise and question.

“It would seem you know more about him than I do. Would you care to share with the class, Mr. Potter?” Henry was white as a sheet and Sam and Dean were starting to worry, passing not so subtle glances at one another. Henry, lost in his thoughts, completely ignored the Mr. Potter comment. Plus, the name situation was confusing enough without trying to figure out if Snape meant anything by using it now as well.

“From what I’ve read, he’s supposed to be in hell. Azazel, grigori, upper level demon. What the hell is he doing mucking around with wizards?” Henry was getting worked up, a demon going after his family was far worse than he thought this was going to be. “Our magic leaves us unsuitable vessels for them anyway!” Dean had stayed silent long enough.

“Now wait a second here. Demons?” He asked sharply. Andromeda had gone back to clutching her tea and took a nervous sip, she had heard enough and was desperate to have Teddy up and in her arms. Snape was the first to respond.

“It would certainly explain the devotion received from the followers he’s amassed. No doubt he owns each and every one of their souls. However, as Henry alluded it is very unusual for demons to be associating with wizards as we have avoided each other’s kind for over a millennia now. Unfortunately you haven’t outgrown your magnetism for the worst kinds or trouble, Mr. Potter.”

“Do you have to call me Mr. Potter every time you slight me?” Snape allowed one corner of his mouth to lift in amusement.

“Alright so basically, a high level demon has been slowly gathering Wizard support, and now something recent caused him to react so strongly that he attacked two innocent people to send a message.” Sam looked around the table and not seeing any forthcoming disagreement continued on. “What we don’t know is who the message was meant for and why he was sending it in the first place, yes?”

“Congratulations, indeed one and one do make two.” Snape replied in his most familiar dungeon drawl. Henry couldn’t help but chuckle before shooting Sam an apologetic and supportive look. Snape continued to look two parts indifferent and one part amused.

“The message musta’ been meant for Henry right? His only remaining family attacked by a demon that shouldn’t even be in the magical kingdom in the first place.”

“Dude, it’s not the ‘magical kingdom.’ This isn’t a Disney movie.” Sam practically groaned.

“Yeah, okay. Wizards. Castles. Dragons. I think I can call it a fucking kingdom, Sam.” Snape slowly turned to meet Henry’s eyes and the ‘why on earth do you know these muggles?’ was written all over his face. Henry met his eyes and gave him a conspiratorial smile. He could hardly believe how nice it was to have another wizard around. He thought he was content being so far removed from the world he left behind but Snape of all people was making him a little nostalgic.

Dean didn’t like the looks going on between Henry and this Snape character almost more than he disliked dealing with demons. Dean hadn’t thought anything earlier cause this mysterious guy from Henry’s past was an older guy but taking a closer look he didn’t look half bad.

He was taller than Dean but shorter than Sam with a powerfully lean body and sharp aristocratic features all wrapped up in an exquisitely tailored suit. The disdainful obsidian eyes were the same color as the thick wave of hair perfectly cropped at his jaw line. Dean’s eyes narrowed, acknowledging the potential threat. Rationally, he knew a demon out for blood was a bigger threat than some suave guy making eyes at his sorta boyfriend, but he was knew to this whole relationship thing and couldn’t help feeling a little possessive. And the throaty chuckle the bastard just tried to hide as if he knew exactly what Dean was thinking only compounded Dean’s suspicions.

“Potter, do calm you lover, I’m simply terrified he’s about to pounce like a rabid dog and mark his territory.” Snape deadpanned, making the volatile hunter audibly fume. However Henry’s eyes snapped up, once again not even registering the Potter slip, despite not having heard it in years it seemed only natural now to hear it from Snape’s mouth. “Merlin’s sake, Potter, I’ve been privy to your preferences almost as long as you have. Now if you could please close your mouth.” Henry did. “Honestly. How is that you think you and young Mr. Malfoy managed to stay out of dear Lucius’ sights for years?”

Henry couldn’t help it. His mouth fell open again and all of the sudden he was three feet over with his arms around Snape’s neck and moisture threatening to pool at the corners of his eyes. Snape’s body relaxed reluctantly when it appeared that Henry had no intention of making this embrace a brief one, however he did not attempt to wrap his own arms around the younger man. Eventually Henry sat back down and held Severus’ eyes with a watery stare.

“Thank you. I… I don’t even know where to begin. I, I’ll never be able to thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me all of these years.” Snape looked extremely uncomfortable but Sam was taking everything in with rapt attention, so much of Henry’s life was a mystery and he finally felt like maybe he was gaining some insight.

“Please begin and end right there. There is no need for such sentimentality, Potter. You know I don’t do it for you.” Henry couldn’t help it. He laughed, that was just too ridiculous a statement.

“Right, cause there’s no room for sentimentality in a promise to a lost love.” Andromeda’s interest was piqued once more but Dean had heard enough and grumbled something before stiffly leaving the table to disappear upstairs. Despite his boyfriend’s dramatics, the withering glare he drew from Snape in response was worth the retort.

“Getting back to the dilemma at hand, the muggle actually stumbled some truth. It does appear the attack was meant to catch your attention, Mr. Potter. It is why I was the one to respond in the first place, before my arrival here today the Ministry was working under the assumption we had another Dark Lord on our hands and he was only attempting to cripple the most obvious threat to Dark Lords past. Knowing now that this is demon activity, discovering the motivation behind it will be even more tedious.”

“Wait.” Those remaining at the table turned to look at Sam who flushed lightly at the sudden attention. “What changed in your life a couple weeks ago?” Sam asked sounding a little to excited given the circumstances. Henry just raised an eyebrow, not in a mood for a guessing game and just wanting Sam to spit out whatever he’d put together. “Dean.”

“What?” Henry asked bewildered. “Why would…?” He looked over at Snape whose eyes had widened fractionally and it finally clicked. “But why? Why does Azazel care?”

“I don’t know but it fits. You said demons and wizards don’t mix, just like wizards and hunters I would guess. But over the time that you and I have known each other this demon has been slowly gearing up for something and when Dean unexpectedly enters the equation, it sets him off.” Henry was busy processing while Snape responded.

“I’m sure you understand I mean no offence when I ask, why should a demon care that the three of you choose to associate?”

“Cause it’s the demon that killed our mom.” Dean met his brother’s horrified eyes with his own somber ones from the doorway. “I called Dad and asked him if he’d heard of this demon.” It was plenty in the way of an explanation and Sam nodded once.

“Like I said Mr. Potter, nothing quite loves you like trouble.” Snape even managed a smirk despite the multiple glares thrown his way.
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