Harry Winchester by Magster1102

Chapter 14

"So I guess this is goodbye for now?" Harry asked Snape as he stood by the door ready to leave.

"It appears so, Mr. Potter. I'll try to keep Albus off your trail for as long as I can, but there are no promises. Keep your guard up at all times and don't die." Harry thought he saw a small smirk at the end of that sentence, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared.

"I'll try, but it's not my fault that trouble seems to follow me everywhere I go." Harry said, a small grin tugging at his mouth.

"Alas, that is just what your father used to say." Snape said dryly before taking a step out of the house and disappearing with a loud pop!

Harry sighed and leaned a shoulder against the door. He looked out into the old junkyard that was Bobby's front yard and suddenly, a laugh was erupting from his chest. The laugh that made you clutch your stomach and made tears come to your eyes.

"What's so funny?" asked Dean walking towards Harry with a confused look on his face.

Harry wiped at his eyes and tried to breath normally, "I'm just thinking that if you had said a year ago that I would be talking to Snape in an actual civil conversation, I would have called you crazy and admitted you to a mental institution."

Dean chuckled and threw an arm around Harry's shoulders, "Well, I'm just glad that we have him on our side. He seems like a pretty horrible dude if you had him on the wrong side of a battle."

"You got that right."

"I can't believe you're making me do this." Harry grumbled as he tugged on his brand new backpack, which was filled to the brim with notebooks and other supplies.

Dean gave a small chuckle, "Well, Dad had made us travel to so many different schools when we traveled for hunts, that Sam and I lost count. It wouldn't be fair if we left the youngest Winchester out of this."

Harry huffed, "Sure, sure." Harry had tried explaining to them about how he hadn't been to a regular school since he was ten and how different the curriculum was from the British schools, but it seemed that everything that he said just made them even more determined. So here he was in Naples, Florida waiting in front of a public school that probably had tons of bullies waiting for the perfect time to beat him up.

Sam patted Harry lightly on the back, "If there's any problems, we're only a phone call away, remember?" Harry nodded, the first thing Sam and Dean had done before getting his school supplies was getting him a brand new phone.

"Well…I have to go. Unless you've changed your minds?" Harry asked hopefully.

Dean and Sam glared lightly at him. "Fine, fine. I see how it is." Harry said sullenly. He gave Sam and Dean half-heartened hugs and waved good-bye.

When Harry knew for sure that they had gone, he let out one great big sigh and started walking towards the building. He really didn't understand why school was so important right now anyway. They should have been training him for hunting!

"Um, hello. Hello? Anybody in there?" a hand was waved in front of his face and Harry's eyes cleared, showing him the chest area of another kid. Harry let his eyes travel up until he finally reached the other boy's head. He was defiantly taller then Harry by a lot, had blue eyes and some glances of black hair that was mostly hidden by a black snapback.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm Harry Winchester, and you are?" Harry introduced himself, smirking slightly when the boy's eyes widened slightly at his accent.

"Whoa!" the boy said, "Are you British?"

Harry stifled a small laugh, "Ya, I am. But what's your name?"

"Oh," the boy blushed, "I'm Tom Hayes."

"Nice to meet you, Tom. Would you happen to know where Mrs. Wrights eighth grade class is?" Harry asked him nervously.

Tom laughed, "Ya, I would. She's my homeroom teacher too. So you're an eighth grader?" Tom started walking towards the entrance of the building and showed Harry the way to the classroom.

"Ya, I just told you didn't I?" Harry answered, confused.

Tom blushed again, "Well, ya, but you're pretty short and younger looking for an eighth grader. No offense of course."

"You know, when someone says, 'No offense' it usually is offensive." Harry said, grinning when Tom started to look guilty, "But it's fine because in this case it isn't offensive. I'm just smallish because it's in my genes?" Harry finished his statement in almost a question, but Tom seemed to go along with it.

"Cool, I guess. Um, anyway. This is Mrs. Wrights' classroom. She's our teacher for both math and science so for other classes we have to go to other classrooms. But don't worry, I'll help you find all the other classrooms so just stick with me, ok?" Tom said, grinning.

Harry grinned back and took a deep breath before stepping into the classroom after Tom.

Harry's day went pretty well, actually. He didn't have to take any tests, or answer any questions except for when he had to stand in front of the class and introduce himself. He didn't really make any more friends except for Tom and his other friend Logan Fitzwater, who connected with Harry instantly. Logan was one of the 'geeks' if there was one word that described him. He was blonde with hazel eyes and was two inches shorter then Tom, which still made him really tall in Harry's eyes.

Logan and Tom both helped him out in all his classes and even gave him books on the subjects that they were on right now. He read through most of them during the day, and saved the rest for the motel he was staying that with his brothers.

"So what do your parents work as?" Logan asked him when the last bell of the day rang and they started to go outside.

Harry blanched, "They're…a…they passed away when I was a baby. I'm living with my two older brothers now."

Tom looked at him with sympathy while Logan looked more then a little guilty for asking the questions, "Sorry, I've been told that I'm very blunt."

Harry gave a watery laugh, "It's fine. Besides, I don't even remember it."

"Oh, well I'm still sorry." Logan said, "Anyways, I gotta go. My mom's here, but I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"See ya." Harry and Tom said together as they watched Logan leave.

"I never said Thanks." Harry said, and continued when Tom gave him a confused look, "For becoming my friend. It seems like everyone else doesn't really like me that much."

"Hey," Tom rebuke, "People like you. It's just that they don't know you yet. Besides, you have that mysterious British kid vibe going. Soon you'll forget about little old me and Logan."

A car honked and Harry turned around. "Well, that's my brother Sam, I better not keep him waiting."

"Whoa, I thought you said being short was in your genes. Your brother is a giant!" Tom exclaimed.

Harry laughed, "Well, Sammy's a special case. Anyways, see ya!"

"See ya, shorty!" Tom snickered.