Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor Harry Potter. I do not make a profit from these writings.
Pairings: Dean/Harry/Sam, non-explicit Bobby/John
Rating: NC-17 overall, PG-13 for this chapter.
Warnings: UST, wincest, chan(Harry is 17, so not too squicky), threesome, mPreg, powerful!Harry, protective Sam and Dean, bottom!Harry, double penetration… maybe more warnings in the future.
Summary: Harry is seventeen when he defeats Voldemort and soon after realizes he no longer has a place in the wizarding world. Having come into his magical inheritance he was already a very powerful wizard, but in using an old spell to kill Voldemort, he also absorbed his powers. He is seen as a freak or worse, a danger to those around him. He leaves the wizarding world and goes to America where he meets the Winchester brothers and somehow the three of them find peace, love and ultimately family through it all.

Notes:
Supernatural- I have taken this story and made it AU. I haven't watched Supernatural all that much, but I love fanfics based on the series. So I am taking bits and pieces of that universe and mixing it with the Harry Potter one. So expect for places, times and storylines to be altered quite a bit. Most significant… the Yellow Eyed Demon hasn't been killed yet.

Harry Potter- I have redone the HP timeline and brought it forward to present day. HP is going to stay the same for the most part; I have altered some events such as when Voldemort is defeated as well as how powerful Harry is and Harry's connection with his friends and "family" in the wizarding world after he became very powerful. Also some have died that didn't in the books or sooner than in canon.

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Chapter One

Looking around the grounds of Hogwarts, Harry sighed. The old castle had been his home for the last six or so years and he was sad to see it for the last time, but he had to leave, they all thought he was too powerful, too dangerous.

The six years he had known he was a wizard had been hard… constantly in danger from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Towards the end he had actively trained to fight, growing stronger and more skilled in both physical and magical fighting. The trials of locating and destroying the Horcruxes Voldemort had created had prepared him for the final battle and shown him that in the end he would need to give his life to finish it all. He was the last Horcrux and unless he died, there would be the possibility of Voldemort returning; he was ready and willing to give his life for his friends and family to be free.

So, after months of searching, he had found an old spell that had been long forgotten. It would bind Harry's magic with Voldemort's and Harry could then make the sacrifice and take his own life, taking Voldemort with him. But something happened after he died, something kept his soul tethered to his body and once Voldemort was gone he had come back to his body with a great deal more power.

After his defeat of Voldemort the wizarding world as well as those he once believed were his friends… his family, had one by one turned their backs on him. He felt the ache of their betrayal in his heart, his chest at times felt as if it were physically breaking apart. First it had started with Dumbledore, who after so many years of being Harry's mentor had turned against him, going along with the Ministry when they said he was too powerful for one person… a danger to those around him.

He remembered the old wizard's words… "Harry I am sorry to say I have failed you. Darkness has touched you and I cannot ignore it any longer. The power you hold is too dangerous to be controlled by just one person… you must see, there is no other way, it's for the greater good."

They had wanted to throw him into Azkaban, to save him from himself, they said. Soon the Weasleys and Hermione followed, Harry's trouble in the beginning controlling all the added power convincing them.

Harry had tried so many things, gone to so many healers, to try and learn to control his magic, but no one could help him, he had more power than anyone in recorded history. A month after the final battle, Ron had told Harry he was too dangerous, that he should turn himself into the Ministry. Ron had been loud and hateful, telling Harry that he had always been a danger to people in one way or another and that Harry should accept that he needed to be locked away in Azkaban. Harry have become furious as many around the table nodded in agreement and his magic had exploded from his body, knocking Ron unconscious and making those around him fall to the ground.

He had said he was sorry, he hadn't meant to do it, but no one would listen. They yelled at him to leave and to never come back. Leaving, he had holed away in Grimmauld Place for two months, trying everything he could to learn to control his magic and finally he did. Through meditation and muggle anger exercises he had slowly learned to control his magic, to control the emotions that fueled his magic.

When he became confidant that he was no longer a danger to those around him he had returned to The Burrow, hoping that he would be welcomed back, but he wasn't. They still believed he was too dangerous, unwilling to take the chance of him hurting them. He had pleaded and begged them; they were the only people he had left… Sirius and Remus, Nevile, Fred, George and Luna had all died in the war… there was no one else. But it didn't make a difference, he was a threat to them and they wouldn't see it any other way.

He had stumbled away, walking for miles in a daze and finally sat down and cried.

He was alone.

Harry had felt anger and betrayal at their lack of faith in him, choosing to turn their backs on him without giving him a chance to prove he could control his magic. Friends didn't do that; family didn't do that! He had been filled with fury, his anger boiling from within him and then suddenly he had laughed. He had fallen to the ground and laughed like he had lost his mind. Harry had been the angriest he had ever felt in his life, but he had kept control of his magic…

It was then that he had decided that if they didn't want him, then he didn't want them either. Packing his worldly possessions and transferring his wizarding money to muggle accounts, he had left.

Now, standing just outside the gates to Hogwarts he was ready to leave… he might travel around a bit. Sirius had always talked about travelling once Harry had graduated and he had said the first place he wanted to take him was America. It was a Mecca of cultures and food, all different kinds of things to do and places to go… he was seventeen and the chance to be free and just travel sounded pretty good.

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Harry yawned as he pulled his car into an open space in front of the mom and pop diner. He had been on the road for two days and was tired and restless. He had left San Antonio and stopped a few places along the way to eat, rest and walk around a bit. Once he hit Lawrence, Kansas he had decided to stay instead of driving the rest of the way to Denver.

It was a nice little town and Harry thought it was as good as any to stop and stay for a while. After three months of travelling from one place to another he was ready to stop and enjoy himself, even if it was only for a few months.

Getting out of the car he stretched his stiff body and smiled at the couple who walked by him. He missed that, having someone to spend your day with, to love. It had been a while since he had that, long before the end of the war. At first when he started travelling, everything had been new and exciting, things to see, people to meet, but as the weeks wore on and moved for place to place, the excitement wasn't enough. He wanted to travel with someone, have someone to talk to on the long drives or someone to spend the day with as he roamed around the country. It just wasn't as fun as he thought it would be without Sirius to take him.

Making his way into the diner, he took a seat at the counter and looked over the menu.

"What'll you have, hun?" Asked the waitress as she pulled a pen from her bun and a pad out of the pocket on her uniform.

"Can I get the french dip please with a side salad and a coke."

"Sure, hun, it'll be just a few minutes."

Harry nodded and smiled as she walked away.

"That's quite an accent you got there, honey. Don't hear that every day." Said the middle aged black woman from the seat beside him.

"No, I am travelling through across the states. I'm originally from England." Harry replied and then held out his hand to shake the woman's hand. "I'm Harry by the way."

"Missouri Mosley, nice ta' meet cha' Harry." Missouri said as she shook his hand. For a moment her eyes widened and she had a glazed look on her face.

Harry released her hand and after a minute when she still had the glazed look said, "Are you alright?"

"What? Oh sorry, hun… getting' on in age. Every once in a while I get distracted for a minute or two." She said with a wave of her and a grin on her face. "So what brings you here to Lawrence?"

"I was on my way to Denver, but I'm tired. I've been travelling for a few months now. Lawrence seems like a nice place to stop for a few months and rest. Thought I'd find a place to rent and stay in one place for a bit."

"Well, as it happens, I am looking for a boarder for a bedroom in my home. It's nothin' fancy mind you, but it comes furnished and with three meals a day, if you're interested…" Missouri gave him a genuine smile and said, "Course, I'll need to get to know you' a little more before it's official, but I am a pretty good judge a character."

"Yeah, I'd love to see the place. I wasn't looking forward to going through the hassle of finding an apartment for such a short time."

"Then it's settled, after you have your lunch, you can come over and see the place and if it feels right, we can discuss the particulars."

After lunch, Harry walked with Missouri over to the house, which was only a few blocks away. It was an older home, but was well cared for and had a homey feel to it. The bedroom she showed him wasn't large, but it had a full bed, a worn desk and chair and a dresser for his clothes. Within an hour they had learned a little more about each other and Missouri told him she'd like to rent the room to him.

That night, after unpacking his things, he had a quiet dinner with Missouri and felt at home for the first time in a very long time. They talked into the night, laughing and getting to know each other and a while after midnight he said goodnight to her with a smile and went to bed.

The next few months flew by and Missouri began to feel like a grandmother in a lot of ways. She cooked wonderful meals, mended his clothes when they ripped, listened to him as he talked about his friends back home, giving a muggle version of the events that had lead to him leaving England. She was kind and thoughtful, offering advice and a shoulder to cry on when he felt down and Harry was very thankful he had stopped in Lawrence.

One night Harry had woken up and needed a glass of water. Making his way down the stairs, he had used his wand and a 'lumos' spell to light his way, not wanting to wake Missouri. He had filled a glass with water and turned to take a drink when he saw Missouri sitting quietly at the kitchen table, a smile on her face.

"Er… I, it's not what it looks like!"

"What that you have a wand to light your way?" Missouri asked innocently from her seat at the table. "Don't worry child, I knew about that two minutes after I met you."

"Really?"

"Of course, I don't know everything, but I know you're a wizard and you've had a hard life where those who should have loved you disappointed you when you became so powerful."

"How do you know that?"

"I have a little gift too, not nearly what you have, but I am a Seer."

Harry took a seat at the table and said, "What did you see?"

"Just little pieces of your life. The war was very hard on you, they expected so much from you at such a young age. But you did what they asked, because you felt the guilt for the people who died in the wars." Missouri gave him a serious look and then her face lit up and she said, "But that's all gonna' change soon, their coming and they are what you need."

"They who?" Harry asked pensively.

"I can't tell you too much, spoil the surprise, but its nothin' bad. They are something you've always wanted, but haven't been able to find. It won't be perfect right away and you will all need to go through a few more battles to reach the other side, but when you do you'll understand…"

"Understand what?"

"That it was worth it… everything was worth it for your family."

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Sam lay quietly on the motel bed as Dean snored softly in the other bed. The room was just like all the other ones they had stayed in, dank and dingy, filled with outdated furniture, peeling wallpaper, dirty carpets and appliances that didn't really work all that well. It was another town that they would only be in for a few days and soon forget, another place that they didn't call home.

He had been trying for several months now to ignore the growing unhappiness that he had felt in his life. Four years ago when Dean had showed up in the middle of the night and told him their father was in trouble, he had been excited and willing to believe any excuse to be with Dean again.

The years that he had been away from his father, and especially Dean, had been hard. He loved them and found with each passing year he grew more depressed with the life he had chosen. However, that Winchester pride hadn't allowed him to ask to join them again. His father had been so angry at his choice to go to college, telling him to leave and never come back that he wouldn't allow himself to be the one to make the first move.

He had missed Dean so much when he left, feeling as if a part of him had been left behind with his older brother. Dean had been the grounding force in his life since that night the Yellow Eyed Demon had killed his mother and it had been hard to find a balance once Dean was gone. For a little while Jess had filled that hole left by Dean, but then the YED had taken her just like his mother.

For years after that he had felt a purpose, a need to finish the fight after so long. His anger had consumed him, the drive to kill the thing that had taken so much from him. But it was four years later and they were no closer than they had been when Dean came for him that night. They had come across the YED a time or two, their father kept saying it was only a matter of time before they killed the demon for good, but Sam was starting to feel as if it would be an endless chase; the YED always a step or two ahead of them.

He tried to be content in the fact that he was with Dean again and it did help, but he wanted it to be over. He wanted to have a home, a place they stayed in for more than a few days, a job… a normal life. Someplace where they all could be together and live their lives in relative peace, not constantly moving from town to town, battling demons, ghosts, werewolves and so on. Where he woke up each morning wondering if today was the day that Dean or their father would die…

As he laid there thinking, Sam felt his body begin to tingle and his vision tunneled and turned to black and white. The signs of a vision were familiar and he let it overtake him, trying to make sense of it all.

There was a teenager who looked like he was in his mid teens, but had vivid emerald green eyes that showed a maturity and battle worn expression laid on an altar, his stomach oddly rounded and protruding. Someone stood over him dribbling blood onto his exposed stomach as the boy tried to breaks free of the rope that bound him. Sam could see people fighting in the background, hearing screams and gunshots as people fell. He could see a large inverted crucifix hanging from the rafters of the building behind the person pouring blood on the teen and a shallow stone basin nearby with a murky liquid in it. He could smell sulfur and gun powder mixed with the blood from the altar and the fighting around him. It was then that he saw himself and Dean struggling to make their way towards the teen with fear in their eyes as they yelled, and then he heard them both scream "Harry!"

Sam was roughly pulled from the vision as Dean shook him awake, his face pulled tight in worry. "Dude, are you alright? You were yelling and screaming 'Harry' at the top of your lungs…" Dean sat down on the edge of the bed beside Sam and ran a comforting hand lightly over Sam's stomach, where his t-shirt had ridden up in the night. "Was it a vision?"

"Yeah, but I don't know what it means or where or when it will happen… It was weird, man, there was this man who had a teenage boy on this altar, the boy's stomach was out and rounded, like he was pregnant or something. The man was pouring blood on his stomach while a big fight went on around the altar. I could hear screaming and gunshots and I saw you and me trying to get to the teen…" Sam stopped for a minute, trying to decide how to explain the next part. "… I felt terrified for him, like there was nothing more important than him; we were both screaming his name as we tried to get to him. He was important Dean, to both of us… really important, and there was something else, like there was someone else that we were afraid for too, but I don't know."

Dean sat quietly; Sam could see him trying to work out the vision in his mind and what exactly the teenager meant to them. Sam wasn't even sure what he meant to them… it had felt like love, not the kind for a friend or a family member, but like a lover. It was like an all consuming passion and connection of their hearts, minds and bodies; between all three of them.

"There wasn't anything else, like who the teenager was or the man, where it was… nothing?" Dean voice held a sharp edge to it that Sam couldn't immediately identify and he frowned.

"The teen's name was Harry and the man pouring the blood felt familiar, but I didn't recognize him." Sam answered with a sigh. "The vision too it felt like we had some time, like it wasn't going to happen for quite a while…"

"Okay, go back to sleep and we can do some research tomorrow, but there's not a lot to go on."

Nodding, Sam turned over onto his side and closed his eyes trying to fall back asleep.

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The next night Dean and Sam sat in their motel room watching a late night movie on the old busted TV on the dresser in front of the beds. They had spent the day trying to research the vision with what little information they had, but had come up empty.

Dean had felt the tension from Sam all day, and knew he was the same way. Sam's description of the teen had been clear, even if it was in the things he hadn't quite said. This Harry was important to both Sam and Dean, like a lover, but more. They both had been truly scared of what the man was doing to him and that had made them uneasy.

Sam was Dean's world, his everything. He loved Sam as more than a brother and had for a long time, but he kept it to himself, afraid of what his father would say, or worse what Sammy would say if he knew Dean loved him that way. Over the years he had ignored his feelings, finding willing men and women to ease the need he couldn't fill with his brother.

Now, this teenage boy added a new problem… would they both love him? Would Sam become involved with Harry and leave Dean behind?

Turning towards Sam, he tried to figure out what Sam was thinking… was he wondering about the same things Dean was? It was then that he realized Sam had a vacant stare and was shaking, his hands gripped in tight fists as a vision came to him.

Jumping out of bed, he ran to Sam and pulled him tight to his chest and murmured reassuringly while Sam twitched, locked in the vision in his mind. It went on for a few minutes and then Sam slowly came out of it, his head resting on Dean's shoulder, he looked up at Dean.

"It was the same vision, exactly the same." Sam whispered with hoarsely as he gripped Dean's arm. "What's happening?"

Over the next three nights Sam had the same vision and each night they both felt just a little bit worse. Sam's visions had never been like this, they usually were pretty simple with clues pointing to where they should go and who was involved, but they didn't repeat over and over. After the fifth night, Dean made a decision.

"I think we need to call Dad, Sammy. He'll know what to do."

"Dean he barely answers our messages when we call and usually its weeks later, after we needed the help." Sam said in anger. "He can't or isn't willing to help us Dean!"

"Well, who else is there?!"

They glared at each other silently and then Sam smiled. "Missouri!"

"Aw hell no Sammy, she hates me…" Dean practically whined, but knew she could probably help.

"She doesn't hate you Dean; she's just trying to make you see you're a better man than you think you are." Sam retorted, grinning at his older brother. "Now, go to sleep, we need to leave early in the morning. It'll take us a few days to get there."

Dean scowled at Sam and then huffed as he stood up and got ready for bed, grumbling as he did it.