Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover

Title: Amorem Familias

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter. If I did, it wouldn't be the awesomeness it is now.

Story Summary: With Aunt Petunia murdered Dumbledore searches desperately for a way to keep the blood protection up for one Harry Potter and found one in the form of John Winchester. With this revelation of another live blood relative, Harry is moved to America. But living with hunters isn't exactly easy when Harry is one of the things that they hunt.

Chapter Summary: It was his fault. He deserved whatever his Uncle brought down on him. It was his fault Cedric died. It was his fault that Sirius died. Everything was his fault.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse {and maybe future slash, who knows, I don't have any pairings decided, if any}

Chapter one: It is your entire fault

"Sirius! No!" Harry shouted desperately as he watched in slow motion as his god father, the last person he thought would ever leave him, go through the veil. He felt his heart break into a million different pieces as he tried desperately to reach him, only to be held back by Remus from doing something stupid, like run into the veil after him.

Suddenly, Harry felt hatred run through his veins as he turned his angered glare towards the maniacally laughing Bellatrix LeStrange only to find it morphing into the familiar features of one Cedric Diggory. He watched, horrified as his surroundings changed into a certainly memorable graveyard.

The dull eyes of Cedric Diggory burned into his skull as the dead student stared back at him.

"It's your entire fault I'm dead." Cedric's mouth moved to the words, but it was Sirius' voice that came through and Harry took an involuntary step back discovering that Remus was no longer holding him back behind him. Behind Cedric, in a bunch of black smoke, Sirius and his parents materialised staring at Harry with the same dead eyes as Cedric.

"It's your entire fault that we're dead Harry," James Potter said when he opened his mouth, "We would still be alive if it weren't for you."

Harry's hands were shaking. He couldn't move. "No," he whispered, terrified, "No, I didn't mean to. It's not…"

"You may have not meant to, Harry, but it's your fault," Lily's voice reached his ears, dull and emotionless.

"You will kill all of us," Remus' voice reached his ears as he materialised behind Sirius, hugging Sirius close to him, "Like you did with your godfather and my best friends. You would kill me, Harry."

"No," Harry let out a strangled gasp as tears freefell from his eyes.

Remus dead gaze suddenly turned murderous as Sirius and the others disappeared and before Harry could really realise what was going on, Remus had his hands on Harry's throat, squeezing and full of hatred, anger and worst of all, sadness and despair. "You'll kill us all."

Harry woke up with a gasp and drenched in sweat and tears, and his threadbare blankets wrapped around him, particularly his neck. Harry untangled himself and lifted a shaking hand, running it through his hair as he took his surroundings of his cousin's second bedroom. It was still dark, but he could already see the rays of sunrise coming through the horizon. He was glad that his nightmare had not woken the Dursley's. Harry didn't think he could handle any abuse from his uncle at the moment.

He covered his face with his hands, ignoring the shaking. Tears came unbidden down his face. It was one of the bad nightmares, but not the worst. His fast beating heart had slowed considerably since he had woken. He heard a soft 'hoot' and looked up to see his owl's knowing gaze on him and Harry gave her a shaky smile.

Harry pushed his legs out of bed and silently made his way across the room and towards his pet and friend. "Hey girl," Harry said softly as he opened the cage doors. He frowned slightly knowing he had left it open the night before so she could hunt. "Did I forget to open it?" He mumbled to himself, now not entirely sure he did open it. Hedwig hooted again and she sounded worried as she hopped out of her cage and onto his shoulder.

He smiled slightly, although it was sad, not feeling up to par after that particular nightmare. "Sorry girl. I forgot to leave your cage open. Are you hungry?"

Hedwig hooted and shook its head and Harry made to move the only chair in the room to the window. Besides his friends, Hedwig was the only family he had left. Sirius was his last hope of living with someone who cared for him like family, but that went down the drain when Harry had gone to the ministry to 'save' him, and the Dursley's were hardly family material to him.

Sure he had the Weasley's, but there was so many in that family it felt wrong for Harry to intrude and even now he felt kind of awkward every time Molly tried to feed him with heaps of food. He just wasn't used to it. And Remus. He hadn't seen him since Sirius' death and, like in his nightmare, he felt as if Remus had blamed him for Sirius' death. Not that he would hold it against him. Harry blamed himself after all.

There were other, but they simply were either mentors or just friends. The only thing that was consistent since he was eleven was Hedwig. And she was the only one he could call family. Even if she was an owl.

Really, one of the things that he had ever wanted in his life was a loving family, like he always saw from the distance from the Weasley's and the Grangers and he couldn't even have that. Instead he was stuck with the Dursley's who mistreated and abused him worse this summer than the last and the only person he could consider closest to family, he managed to get him killed before they even had a proper chance.

Harry ignored the tears that silently made its way down his cheeks as Hedwig and he stared out the window watching the sunrise silently.

"God damn it!" Dean cursed as he managed to jump out of the way just in time as a random bit of furniture hit the wall he was just standing in front of. He hissed in slight pain as he hit his injured shoulder against the wall. They were on another ghost job. It was meant to be a standard 'salt and burn'.

Sam and he had accidentally split up and Dean hoped that Sam had found the psychopathic ghost's corpse. Because he sure could not find it with said ghost chasing him and throwing furniture and knives at him. The ghostly woman let out an inhumane screech as it grew frustrated with its dodging prey and came at him herself.

Dean, in favour of staying in preferably one piece, ignored his injured right shoulder and cocked his shotgun and shot the ghost just as she got to his face. It was silent for a minute, but Dean knew not to let his guard down. He knew right when the ghost reappeared faster than the usual ones.

"Sammy!" he called in alarm as he turned to dodge a flying lamp. "Hurry up Sam!"

Dean cursed as he realised the shotgun had no more rock salt and looked frantically around for iron. He hissed in pain as his injured arm hit the wall as he flew across the room. The ghost was suddenly in front of him, the features of what once would have been a beautiful lady twisted and morphed. The ghost's hand was suddenly on his chest, pressing down, and it was suddenly hard to breathe.

He was only saved as the ghost suddenly let go in a cry of pain and burst into flames and he knew then and there that Sam had found the corpse.

"Took you long enough," Dean wheezed out as his younger brother came into his view. Using the wall for support, Dean manoeuvred himself to stand. Sam quickly came to his side to help him.

"I couldn't help it, Dean," Sam said dryly, "I had to axe my way through a few walls."

Dean flashed him a smirk as they walked to the car, "Well, at least I'm alive."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Let's just get back to the room. By the way, any word on dad yet?"

Dean sighed and shook his head. This was one of the questions Sam asked often since he had joined Dean back on the road since Jessica's (his girlfriend) had been murdered by the yellow-eyed demon. Although, Dean didn't blame him since his father was probably one of the very few hunters that could actually manage to track down that demon.

"Don't worry, Sam," Dean said as he cradled his injured arm and then opened the door to the passenger's seat of his beautiful Impala. "We'll find him."

Harry's eyes widened when he heard the front door slam shut indicating Uncle Vernon's bad mood. He suddenly couldn't contain his sudden shaking of his hand that the noise managed to get. Quill over the parchment paper for his potions essay, he knew he could write no more. Not after his body's reaction to the noise after so many years of abuse and shakily, he put away his stuff, hoping that keeping his things out of sight would somehow quash a bit of anger he had towards him.

But he knew it was too much to ask when he heard the stomping up the stairs and the words "BOY!" come out of Vernon Dursley's mouth.

Quickly, Harry ran towards Hedwig's cage and opened the window of his room. "Go, Hedwig. You know how Uncle Vernon gets." He whispered urgently and Hedwig hooted angrily, not wanting to leave Harry to the monster that was called his uncle. Harry shook his head, unshed tears in his eyes. "Go, Hedwig. You're all I have left. I don't want to lose you too."

Hedwig looked at him for a moment before flying out of the window and Harry quickly shut the window, swiped his eyes to make sure he had no tears on his face and turned around to face the door with a practiced blank expression just in time for his uncle to unlock all his locks on his door and slam it open. He knew enough that Aunt Petunia and Dudley must be out of the house.

"It's all your fault!" he yelled, red-faced and surprisingly fast for a fat man, Vernon reached his nephew and without any indication of what Harry had done wrong, Vernon threw Harry to the wall. Harry grunted in pain, but kept his mouth tightly shut. "It's your entire fault they demoted me! You and your freakish nightmares!" He said kicking Harry in the ribs and Harry's eyes shut in pain. "You and your freakish friends!" Another kick to Harry's curled up form and with an evil glint, Vernon took off his belt to use as punishment.

It wasn't long before Harry passed out wishing he was out of here and wondering for the umpteenth time why did this have to happen to him.

It was funny. He could stand up to Snape in anger. He could face Voldemort in a fight. He was apparently one of the more powerful wizards in Britain and the only one to defeat him.

But for the life of him he could not stand up to his uncle. A muggle.

Wouldn't the entire wizarding world be disappointed to hear that…?

Precisely why he never told anyone. No one would ever believe him.

It was a week and a half into the summer holidays. Vernon had been careful to keep his abuse hidden. Even from Petunia and Dudley after Petunia had come home and shrieked in panic about the other freaks finding out about this. Harry knew that Petunia was aware about the other beatings Vernon was careful to hide under the huge clothes of Dudley's, but as long as it wasn't visible, Harry assumed that she didn't care.

It was odd. He had not seen Dudley very much these holidays. He and his friends didn't even bother chasing him. And when he did see him, Dudley wouldn't even insult him and there was this look he had as if he wasn't happy with the way his father was treating Harry, but Harry thought that absurd and put it to the back of his mind.

Harry walked to the park and sat on the swings, having Petunia give him a surprise break from his chores. Actually she just wanted him out of the house while she had guests over.

Harry's stomach growled in hungered pain that he was used to. He wished silently that he had at least a little money on him. He sighed.

After wandering the park for the better half of the day he decided to make his way back to the house. As he neared his steps began faltering as he saw police cars in the driveway to number four Privet drive. Harry's eyes moved instantly to his uncle's car in the driveway. He wasn't sure if he should return to the house, but he knew that Dumbledore found the protection Petunia provided through her sister's sacrifice important.

As he neared he saw the police talking to a distraught Uncle Vernon in the front lawn as the others investigated the house and Harry could feel his heart sinking at the implications. He could see the nosey neighbours staring out to the house behind their curtains, some even came out to see what was happening. What could have happened in the few hours he was out of the house?

Suddenly, as if sensing Harry's stare, Uncle Vernon's stare seemed to have zeroed in on him as his face suddenly turned red in rage. "It's your fault!" He screamed horribly as he began to stalk towards him. Harry began to take steps backwards as Vernon seemed to come closer in his rage. Something bad must have really happened for his Uncle to lose what little sanity he had and try to attack him in the open.

The police tried holding him back as Harry tripped on his feet as his Uncle screamed at him, being restrained by several officers. "It's your fault! She died because of you! It's always your fault!" Vernon screamed at him and with a numb feeling Harry all of a sudden knew what had happened.

A female police officer pulled Harry back to his feet and Harry restrained a wince at the pain that caused as she touched one of his wounds from Vernon's previous beatings. "Do you know this man, young man?" she asked him and Harry turned his dull green eyes towards the young woman working with the police.

"Yeah," he said dully, "He's my uncle. What happened?" He needed it to be confirmed. That it did happen and if it did there was no way in hell that he would live with his Uncle anymore.

The woman's stern look softened at his small bit of information. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely, "Someone seemed to have broken into your Uncle's home and killed your Aunt in the process. It seems that this information has distraught your uncle and his blaming you, but don't worry, he'll calm down and he'll be sorry he blamed you. I'm sure it's just the shock speaking."

Harry looked at the house he had lived in hell for most of his life. Surely, Dumbledore wouldn't let him live with his Uncle now that his Aunt was dead now, would he? He may be his Uncle but he wasn't related by blood. The blood wards shouldn't work with her dead. Harry brought a shaking hand his face trying to ignore his Uncle's pained screams and cries.

"Are you alright?" the police woman asked.

"Yeah," he said as he looked back at the woman with a pained smile.

AN : Hey guys. Anyways, I came along this challenge in some forum, but it had been put up back in twenty oh' eight. And I had seen no one had taken it so I decided to take up the challenge. I found it in some dead forum called 'Supernatural Magic'. I think I came into the Supernatural a bit late, but better late than never, right?

I hope its alright as a first chapter. I know Vernon was never that severe in his abuse/neglect on Harry, but yeah... He's still alive, but I have a plan somewhat for him in the future.

Cheers! Hope y'all review and tell me if its good or bad or something :)