Harry Winchester by Magster1102

Chapter 1

Dear Harry,

If you are reading this letter then I am dead. I made a spell that would have the letter sent to you on your thirteenth birthday even if I had been killed. I really hope that you never have to read this letter and that I can tell you this face to face. I am so sorry, baby. I'm sorry for the news I'm about to tell you and the experiences you have probably gone through. First of all, James is not your father, though he treated you like his own son. Your real father is a muggle named John Winchester. I had gone to a bar in Nebraska called Harvelle's Roadhouse to have a few drinks, but I took it too far. I am ashamed to say that my emotions got a hold of me that night since I had a huge row with James previous to that. Just know that although I am ashamed, I am not sorry that you were born. You have been the best thing in my life and I hope you grow up spoiled and never needing a thing. I love you and never forget that.

From, Mum.

Harry sat with his head in his hands and tears falling onto the blanket he was holding tightly to. He wasn't Harry James Potter. James Potter was never his dad. How could have this happened? He looked just like him! How could his mum have done this to him?

'No,' He thought, 'I can't blame her. Besides, this is good isn't it? If I find John then maybe we can be family!' He wiped his eyes and stood up in his small room at the Dursley's. Maybe, just maybe, he could finally leave his past behind him.

Harry grabbed a worn out backpack from his trunk and put his most prized possessions in it that he had hidden under the floorboards. His photo album, his wand (he had given a fake one to his uncle), his shrunken Nimbus 2000 and his blanket that he had since he was a baby. He also grabbed the clothes he owned, which wasn't much.

He listened for the snores of his uncle and cousin before continuing to his drawer where he kept a big bag of money that he had gotten in exchange for the same amount of galleons. He stuffed the bag into his trunk along with some of his spell books.

He grabbed Hedwig's cage and put his finger to his lips. The white owl looked at him with glowing eyes, but didn't make any noises. Harry smiled his relief and opened her cage quickly and quietly so it wouldn't creak and let her climb onto his arm. He went to the window and picked the main lock for the bars on his window and let her fly out. She hovered for a second until Harry shooed her away. She couldn't be safe if she went with him or stayed here. Maybe she would find a home until he could call her back. She hooted and affectionately nipped his hand one last time before flying off.

He closed the window and relocked it before turning around and sat lightly down on his bed.

He almost reached for his glasses before remembering that he didn't need them anymore because he got his eyesight fixed the previous year.

In ways, he had changed a lot since first and second year. He let his hair grow out a little so it framed his skinny face with midnight black curls and made his emerald green eyes seem bigger. He hadn't grown in a long time so he gave up on reaching over five feet. His body was lithe and wasn't made for strength, but rather for speed. He still didn't look his age, looking more like a ten year old then being a newly turned thirteen year old.

He sighed quietly to himself, but forced a smile on his face. Today was supposed to be a great day! He had found out he had found a living relative that might not hate him plus he was finally leaving the Dursley's!

Ellen was alarmed when the ten-year-old kid opened the door to her bar. She took in his appearance, his black curls and bright green eyes. Most likely a runaway, she concluded, noticing his scruffy clothes and the dirt visible on his small body and small backpack.