Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Supernatural.

Summary: Harry James Potter was actually only half human, who would have thought? The discovery caused his life to spiral out of control, of course until one unexpected being helped him out and set him straight.

Author Note: Well… This is actually something that I came up with a verrrrry long time ago. However, if you guys like it let me know and I will go over and edit it into something legible… Maybe even give it a few more chapters if I can bring myself to concentrate one just one story for awhile. We shall see~ I even have a few pairing ideas AND FYI if I do end up liking this to continue, Gabriel will be a much bigger player~ How they could kill him off I'll never know and I still wish never happened.

Also it's been pointed out to me in a review that Hadrian is over used and worn out... Agreement. However I can't just call him Harry, I just don't like the name that much it doesn't fit well with me. Any suggestions of a name to use that has a nickname of 'Harry' other than over used ones?

Chapter One:

Life was horrible. Most people learn that after living for a few decades. It simply wasn't fair no matter how hard you try – Yet some people still had it worse. Homeless people, criminals, druggies, there was always someone that had it worse than you. However there was someone who was near the top of the earthly torment list, Harry James Potter.

The life of this tormented soul wasn't easy. First off, yes there is indeed a magical world set aside from all the normalcy of the rest. In this world though, it wasn't sunshine and daisies. It was a world that was usually in some form of war, at least every hundred years or so. Young Harry just happened to have a hot seat in the last little war that the world had.

Ever since he was born, Harry had known loss. loss of his loving family when he was nearly a year old, loss of a normal life when he was placed with relatives that hated him, and that was all before he even entered the dangerous new world that was on the horizon.

Harry hadn't known of the magic in the world when he was first introduced, and because of this he was star struck. However that disillusion didn't last all that long.

First year in his new school he faced adventure, dangerous adventure. In fact he met with his parents murderer – Who in turned attempted to kill young Harry after he failed all those years ago. However it didn't stop there, as the same person came back and tried to kill him the next year, and two years after that he came back again and made an attempt on Harry's life. This continued for three more years, each year worse than the last and causing the already neurotic Harry Potter to lose even more people.

This wasn't the end of it though, because even after he killed the bastard that murdered his family, there was still more that life had to hit the young man with.

Well, if the man once had comforting memories of his mother, let's ruin those. Fate clearly was a bitch.

Just after winning the war in the magical world, Harry James Potter went to look into the bank for anything that his parents might have left him in the vaults that he now owned. Of course, instead of anything that would brighten his outlook on life, he found a note by his mother that practically ruined him.

Dear Harry,

My life of Lily Potter was something I never expected to actually care for, however as I grew I came to come in touch with human feelings. It's not even something that is meant to be possible for a being such as me to come to care for the people around me at all – but I did.

I do care for you, even love you my son, which is why I feel the need to write this note in the first place. I sincerely hope that you have gotten the chance to read it and that you aren't out there confused about what will soon be, or has happened to you.

I am a demon my son, specifically a crossroads demon. I make deals with other beings and once such deal was with a young James Potter. He wanted a constant companion throughout his life, and for it he sold his soul.

Understand, that magical souls are rare for crossroad demons to get their hands on, of course I said yes to the nice abused boy who only wanted a friend. However over the years it grew to be more than that, which I wasn't expecting at all. Eventually we got married, and we were both happy. Of course there were only two problems. The deals time was coming to an end, and on top of that Voldemort was chancing after us for being one of the few people who were not afraid to stand up to him. We wanted something to leave behind, seeing as how we were going to die either way. This became you, a true sign that we were doing the right thing.

Humans and demons aren't meant to be able to make a child, the fact that you exist means that I must have changed enough and loved enough for it to happen. We loved nothing as much as we loved you Harry James; however I fear that no matter what we won't be there for you.

Because of this we took precautions.

We bound your demon side of yourself so that you couldn't use the power without being old enough to understand what it meant. There are several things that are going to be changing with this.

Immortality, faster healing rates, stronger magic, the ability to use souls that you have collected to boost your power, the ability to make deals, and anything else that you might come into with your demon powers. You will become a cambion, the mix of human and demon.

You don't need to be evil though, look at me, I gained my ability to love and care, just as you can keep and cherish your own.

With love,

Lily Potter

This letter was only half read by the young mage soon to be half demon, because he didn't hear any of the words involving love. He simply wasn't prepared for that, all he saw was that his mother was an evil being and he was to become one with time.

Just like that Harry James Potter finally snapped.

He left the magical world with nothing but his money on him and he traveled, trying to live his life for as long as possible before he finally turned into the monster that he was going to be. The moment that it happened, he could feel the difference.

Instinctual powers, healing and the like, along with how to make deals, he could feel how much stronger his magic was. However that didn't stop him from attempting to go through with his plan. The moment that he felt his power change, he attempted to kill himself.

However it didn't do anything. Nothing would work everything just ended up with him alive, healing too fast for the methods to work on him. Young Harry lost the ability to die, and if he wasn't broken before he was shattered now.

He fell into drugs and such, practically begging hunters around the world to kill him whenever he saw one, always high in attempts to get away from the pain. The drugs were expensive, but who he was before allowed him to buy pretty much however much he wanted. The problem was the amount that he needed, being a half demon meant that it took a lot more than it would for a human to get off his rocks.

He continued this for years, most likely around ten of them if the time was correct, but Harry didn't really care for the concept of time anymore. Finally something changed, there was a light of hope once more for him when he was explaining his story to a hunter and for once, the man listened to the whole thing instead of just attempting to kill him and walking off. For once, someone listened and what the man said afterward changed everything for him.

"You clearly don't have to be evil, you are part human and humans have free will. You can choose what you do with your life and what you want out of it. If you want to die though, I suggest that you clean up and think about it first, because you stoned off your ass isn't helping you think of a solution that will keep you that way. I won't kill you kid, not unless you are clear when you choose that, and not unless you are sure that you are actually evil before you come to me."

With that, Harry listened. It was true right, if he wanted to actually find a way to kill himself, asking random people certainly wasn't getting anything done. Upon doing so, he looked around and saw himself, he who after years of being what he was, still hadn't hurt anyone.

His money was near gone, only a few thousand dollars left, and somehow he found himself in America.

IT took him about a year, but he finally figured out who it was that helped him all those years ago. Of course, he was unsure if the man would remember him, but Harry didn't want to meet with him anyways, instead he just left the man a note in his mail box.

I owe you

508-912-0182

-Harry

Every time that he changed his number, first thing that he did was track down Bobby Singer and make sure the man new. Harry owed the man more than he could put into words, especially now that Harry was actually useful.

Over the years he got information, horded it like no one's business. He buried himself into it for years as he was healing from the damage that he'd done to his own mind, trying to accept what he was completely. Once he'd done that, things started to change.

With all the information that he'd learned, the job that he wanted to do was becoming much easier. He sold information to the one that paid for it. Of course he tried to keep it to mostly the good guys, and no one that was going to do anything horribly bad with it. That didn't of course cover not selling out dicks to people who would kill them, and sometimes even staging things so that they got killed if they were bad enough.

His morals loosened over the years, but he stayed true to himself and didn't do anything at all that would be considered evil… To other loosely moral people

Over the years though, especially lately he'd been hearing a lot of things that he preferred not to get involved in. He also preferred that it didn't happen though, from what he knew about it, the Winchester Brothers were getting involved with angels and apocalyptic signs after one of the came back from the deal after a demon deal to bring his brother back to life.f

Either way, angels meant bad things for him. Being half demon and one of the possible prophesied to help Luci end the world; well it was needless to say that Harry didn't exactly want to get involved. Death didn't sound good, and even though he didn't want the world to end, that was his final decision on the matter.

Of course, that didn't last that long.

Bobby Singer was close to the Winchester Brothers, he'd known that. However that didn't mean that Harry entertained the idea that Bobby would call him after all those years for help with that little problem. Luci had just been popped and business was small, most were either gathering to their master or hiding and getting out of the way, even a few planned to do something about it, especially the pagan gods were not happy.

It seemed that the Winchester's had made their own little side of this, trying to fix the mess that they had made.

Hey, at least they took responsibility.

If only it hadn't lead him to where he currently was. Everything coming this moment when he got mixed into bullshit that he'd not seen since he had fought with the Order of the Phoenix at his side. The second that he knocked on the door, only about a minute after Bobby had called him, and was met with a gun to the face.

It had been awhile since he'd actually laid eyes on the man, but he'd aged quite a bit. Kind of looked ten years older than he actually was, and next to him was the two brothers that everyone knew about.

"This is how you great an old friend, for shame Bobby." Harry gave a small smirk and tilted his head to the side, staring down the gun without much fear. Guns didn't kill him anyway; he'd tried that in the pathetic era in his life.

"Well, can't be too careful when dealing with demons." Came the gruff voice with a hint of cocky that Harry was sure belonged to the elder Winchester.

"Please, I'm only half. Besides, you can't really pick and choose with the mess you are in. I hope that this is a call for help and not to kill me Bobby or I might have hurt feelings. I just started to truly enjoy life. I'd be a shame if I had to run for it." He ran his eyes up and down the man again; said man was in a wheelchair, which did not look fun. "You didn't age well it seems."

The old man rolled his eyes, reluctantly pointing the gun away and rolling away from the door to let him through. There was a devil's trap there, which Harry neatly stepped out of the way from. Sure, they didn't work on him nearly as well as an actual demon, but they hurt like a bitch to walk through.

For just moment, they stared at one another. It was tense, and that was to be expected. Despite the fact that they could bond over the many horrible situations they had found themselves in, the many way that each of them had been fates bitches, they still couldn't get over one problem. Harry was part demon; it ran through his veins far faster – heavier than it ever could in Sam's.

That moment only lasted a second though, before Harry broke it, "You know, this is one of the few in complete opposition to the whole end of the world idea. Personally I wasn't planning on getting involved; I prefer all my innards where they are. Guess that the one person who knew me when I didn't is truly the only one I would get involved in this mess for. The dept that I owe you Bobby is more than enough to get me to work with this. That is what you want me for, correct?"

Bobby looked at the Halfling before him; it was honestly surprising how much the man had changed since the last time that they'd actually met face to face.

The last time they'd met, the man was practically thin as a sheet of paper, and his skin was at least that pale. Eyes had been half way into his skull, dulled with drugs and hazed broken emotion. Dressed in not changed in weeks white shirt and sweat pants.

This image placed against the one before him – The man was confident, strong, his eyes were sharp with focus and a sort of hesitant determination. Filled back out and healthy, wearing what looked like expensive clothing. Black suit pants, tucked into black leather boots, topped with a dull green shirt and a black jacket which came down to just above his knee. His hair was styled, jet black, which only made his eye colour more apparent.

Everything about the man was changed; the only thing that needed affirming was the same was the morality that the being before him used to have.

"Considering the situation, you can't think it would be unexpected. Even with your nature, everyone could be a possible ally. We even got the okay from our personal guardian angel." Bobby said, making sure to pay mind to the mans cue's, not wanting to miss anything that could hint at things going wrong.

Harry hummed in agreement, "Yes, Castiel if I remember correctly. My job is to know these sorts of things, and let me tell you the business that I've gotten lately has made me a set man. Everyone wanting to know information on where someone is hiding, how they can protect themselves, where their friends are hiding, and more. It's been a busy time; guess I have you boys to thank for that. If of course, it matters. I've heard money doesn't count for much in a destroyed world but hey, I could be wrong." Harry walked around the room, making sure not to make contact with anything. Bobby was nothing if not a paranoid old hunter, who knew what he had laying around.

"Straight to the point though, what is it exactly that you want out of me? Right now, I could suppose information because that is my job, but what exactly did you plan on asking me here for?" Harry spoke out in a curt tone that he used for business transactions, any expression that was on his face gone.

It was then, that Samuel Winchester spoke for the first time.

"To be honest, pretty much anything that you would be willing to do. At this point, we can't exactly pick and choose who we want as our allies and just what help we want, the situation is far too desperate for that." The expression on the man's face spoke of a great amount of guilt. Not to be unexpected, a great deal of the situation was his fault.

Any help that he wanted to give huh? In for a penny in for a pound he supposed. Not like he could do much more at this point – Even just giving them information put a huge target on his back, might as well make sure that he did those whole thing right at that point.

Just looking at the terse expressions on the brothers, especially the elder one, Harry could understand just how hard it was to ask for this help, especially on such a scale of 'Whatever you can do.'

"Well mates, I suppose that I can't just let the world end and all, far too love for the luxuries that are around at this point. If I suddenly lost them, and possibly my life to end up in hell, well that's not exactly something that I look forward to… Guess you got yourself another ally." Harry drawled out, his accent thick before he ended jokingly, "Go team free will and all that~!"

Smirk firmly on his lips as he looked at the expressions on the faces around him. It was clear that they didn't trust him, Dean in particular, however Sam looked near relieved, it seemed that they must not have had much hope if any.

Harry thought for a moment, trying to decide what it was that he wanted to do….

He pulled out his card, "This has my personal cell number on it, only for high class jobs you understand. If it is an emergency, and only if it's an emergency, you can … pray to me for lack of a better term. I'm sure you've gotten your angel's attention by praying before, something similar would be good. No 'our fathers' please, just thinking of my name and giving the message. Last thing I need is to get gangbanged by angels swords for blaspheming their dear father."

With that, Harry gave one more smirk before he went home via demonic teleportation. Apparition sucked, the feeling that it gave him made the man want to throw up.

Once at home he gave a sigh, not exactly happy with the situation. Fact was, those boy's had near zero chance of actually coming out on top of this thing. That of course, didn't change the fact that he found himself wishing that it would work.

Laying down on his bed, he allowed himself to fall back somewhat, to the time when he cared about people other than those that he was close too, when he gave shit about the world, maybe this time it could work out, he wouldn't lose everyone only to have his world completely destroyed.

It could happen.

Then again he was more certainly fates bitch right from the top of the torment list.

End~

Author Note: N/A