Harry Winchester by Magster1102

Chapter 13

They pulled into Bobby's driveway, Harry still snickering every time he looked at Dean. Because of the Wal-Mart story, Harry didn't think he would be able to look at Dean the same way ever again.

Harry helped some of the bags into the house while Dean called out in hope of getting some help with the other bags still out in the car, "We're back! Where's the happy welcome?"

"In the kitchen, you idiot." Bobby's deep voice shouted back grumpily. They all set down the bags and went in the direction of Bobby's voice.

Bobby was playing what looked to be poker with Jo and Ellen. He also seemed to be losing dramatically if his face expression was any indication.

"You guys are back early," Jo commented, not looking up from her cards.

Dean shrugged, plopping down into the only other chair there was in the room while Sam and Harry stood leaning against both sides of the doorway. "We didn't plan on it, but I'm glad because then I would have been missing out on the chance to see Bobby finally getting beat at poker."

"I can still beat you at it whenever the hell I want to, boy, it's not my fault that they found ways to cheat." Bobby mumbled, staring at his cards as if waiting for a miracle to happen.

"Hey! We Harvelle's never have cheated in our lives!" Ellen said, looking offended before looking thoughtful, "Except when we have to. But that doesn't count pointless card games." With that said, she laid her cards on the table and stood up, making her way to the sink to wash her hands.

"You boys hungry? I make some pretty good roast beef and mashed potatoes."

Sam and Dean grinned and nodded eagerly while Harry laughed at their expressions. "I think that I'm fine, but thank you. I just want to go up to bed. I'm not very good at sleeping on the road, with the bumps and all."

Ellen nodded and Sam went into Ellen's now empty chair. Harry turned away from the doorway and grabbed his bag before going quickly up to the bedroom he always stayed at when he was at Bobby's.

He threw his bag on the bed and turned back to go to the restroom when something caught his eyes. He slowly turned around, praying that it wasn't what he thought he saw.

Unfortunately, it was. "Why hello to you to, Potter." smirked Severus Snape in all his glory, "Surprised to see you here." Harry managed a loud gulp before running back down the stairs.

"Help, help, help, help!" Harry yelled as he flew down the stairs and burst into the kitchen, making only Jo jump in her seat.

"What's wrong, kiddo?" Ellen asked, concerned at why Harry was acting so jumpy and scared.

"He's here! Snape! He's here to take me back to Dumbledore!" Harry yelped, closing the doors and forcing his body against it so no one could get in, even though he knew that Snape would probably just blast the door down.

"Where is he?" Dean asked, eyes blazing in anger at someone coming to take one of his brothers away.

A loud pop filled the room, as Snape appeared right in front of them. "I guess that answered my question," mumbled Dean as he took a gun from his back and pointed it at Snape.

Snape sighed, "I'm not here to take you back, Potter. Or should I say, Winchester." Harry looked shocked at his professor's comment, but refrained from saying anything except for nodding his head.

"Were you the one who found his letter?" Sam asked, voice deep and a knife in his hand.

Snape nodded, "Dumbledore sent me to go make sure he was ok so I went to the Dursley's house. Imagine my surprise to find out that they had no idea to where you went." Snape said dryly while Harry winced, "I went up to your room and found an note crumpled on the floor. I quickly read it and forged a new note from your mother that had the same information except I changed your real last name, the bar and state your real father and Lily met in and your real father's name." Harry and the rest of them looked shocked.

"But why…why would you do that for me?" Harry stuttered, "I thought you hated me."

Snape snorted in amusement, "I hated James and at times you reminded me of him even though you aren't related. I realize now that had acted irrationally and I apologize." He finished awkwardly, looking as if this was the very first apology that Snape had uttered in his life. "And I realized that his intentions for finding you are only for his own motives instead of bringing you back to protect you from the dark lord's followers. I actually think you will be safer here then you ever will be in Britain."

Harry extended his hand, "Thank you for doing this for me, Professor Snape, I can't tell you how grateful I am. But Dumbledore is still searching for me in America, isn't he? How am I going to stay safe from him?"

Snape shook his head quickly before releasing it; "There is only two ways to track a person that I know Dumbledore always uses. The first being the Point me spell, but he would need your full, real name. The name I gave you in the letter was the last name Jackson, so his wand will never give him the correct answer. The second option he would use is sending over Aurors all over America to find you. I would suggest you using a glamour when you go out in public so you will not be recognized."

Everyone looked relieved that Harry wouldn't be found out, and also that Ellen, Jo and Ash could return to their bar without the threat of wizards looking for Harry.

Sam stepped in front of Harry and turned to Snape with an eager expression on his face, "You wouldn't by chance, have any wizarding books that I could…I mean, that Harry could read for continuing his studies since he isn't going back to Hogwarts?"

Snape glared at Sam, but thrust a big pile of books into Sam's hands that seemed to have come from nowhere. Sam grunted, but otherwise gave no indication that he was hurt. He did, though, look at the books like Dean looked at warm apple pie, which was slightly unsettling in Harry's opinion.

"Before you leave, could you pass word to Neville, Dean and Seamus that I'm alright?" Harry asked, twisting his hands together in his lap.

"Longbottom, Thomas and Finnegan? Yes, I will give the house elves a note to give to each of them informing them that you are safe even though you won't be returning to Hogwarts. Though, some people are holding onto the hope that even though it's the middle of the year, that you will return for the other half of it soon." Snape smirked, leaning against the wall behind him, lazily twirling his wand between his fingers.

Harry snorted and grabbed a cup of water to soothe his dry throat. "They can keep believing that, I won't stop them."

"Are you ever planning to come back to Britain?" Snape asked quietly and seriously.

"No!" Dean, Sam and Bobby shot up at once, but Ellen and Jo stayed down, knowing it wasn't their right to give their opinion. Ash wasn't even there to decide, having passed out from drinking in one of the bedrooms upstairs.

Harry crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

Dean and Bobby nodded while Sam took a hesitant step back, not wanting to be in the middle of a 'Harry' fight.

"Dumbledore is there, Harry! What if he makes you go back to the Dursley's? Or makes sure that you'll never see us again?" Dean asked him while Sam vigorously nodded his head.

"I really don't think it's your decision on whether I go back or not, but you're right. I don't know what will happen if I go back. Maybe, when I'm ready, I'll go back, but it's only because I have a feeling that Voldemort will rise again and somehow find a way to bring the wizarding world to its feet and when that time comes, I'll be ready."