DISCLAIMER: I think, from all my previous stories, everybody would have come to the obvious conclusion that I do not own Harry Potter. It's too awesome to have been the brain child of someone like me, and it belongs to Queen Rowling.

And, it may not surprise you to know that I do not own Supernatural either (CW, Eric Kripke — you know these people are the ones who own it).

Author's Notes:

Hello, everyone! *waves*

This is going to be one long A/N. Sorry, just a lot to explain!

About the SPN portion:So, I'm new to SPN. Not just the writing. The watching too. I started in March, and this thing has controlled my life ever since. I'm not even kidding. And while I was watching season 2, I had this plot bunny. So please be kind when it comes to the boys!

About the HP part: This story follows the canon of my stories — Little Angel Wings (chaptered Ronmione), His Hero (one-shot ScoRose) and I Know Why You Smile (chaptered Rose/Scorpius/Victoire triangle). You don't have to have read any of those stories to understand this because it's all explained. But if you are planning to read those, now would be a great time to check them out.

Special thanks go to my lovely beta — Expecto-Prongs, and to the very lovely, amazing, fantastic Nadia/lairyfight, who doesn't even watch SPN, but is patient enough to read what I write. :)

This fic is warned for sexual situations, substance (alcohol) abuse, violence and strong profanity. And though this isn't a warning, the story will contain slash too.

That said, I hope you enjoy this! Please don't forget to review! And you will see the boys chapter 3 onwards. Thank you!

Timelines:

HP- Next-gen

SPN- Late season 4 and mid-late season 5

This fic is dedicated to my little brothers, S and R. I love them both, and would do anything for them. Even sell my soul.

Prologue

Amnesiac

2029

He is uncomfortable. There are beads of sweat forming on his forehead. A surreal aura surrounds him, enveloping his body. He feels no pain, yet, he knows there should be excruciating pain. He can hear everything around him, and some of the voices belong to the people he loves.

"Hugo, Hugo!"

Hugo really wants to open his eyes. He recognises each voice. The discomfort reaches a new level. His chest hurts… he can't breathe…

"Okay, we have a code! Where's my wand…? Get Healer Boot! Quick!"

He knows what a code is. Who is crashing? Hugo is a Healer, and he should really help.

Incantations. A pair of hands on Hugo's chest, pumping against his heart. But if Hugo knows what's going on, his heart is obviously fine. So why are they doing that? Why is someone administering CPR on him?

"Sinus rhythm. He's stable."

Sighs of relief. A sob. Hugo can recognise his mother's sobs from a mile away. He's heard them far too many times. Wait a minute. Does that mean that it was he, Hugo, who had an emergency just now? That was impossible! He feels fine! He can't open his eyes… but he feels fine!

"His tests have been so good. He owled them to me all the while that he was in America. What went wrong?"

That is Rose's voice. She sounds tearful. Don't stress, Rosie, it's not good for you.

"We don't know what's wrong."

"It's not the bloody cancer again, is it?"

Hugo's father. The panic, the quiver in his voice. The anger. Hugo can hear it all. He has always been close to his father, after all. 'Dada', was what he had called his father as a child. Rose had always made fun of Hugo for it.

"We don't know what it is, Ron."

Healer Terry Boot. He used to be in Hugo's parents' year. He fought the war. His daughter had divorced Rose's ex-boyfriend, Scorpius, a couple of years ago. Hugo can recognise his voice anywhere, too. Uncle Terry has been his Healer since Hugo was two.

"Well then, find out!"

Hugo's father is probably going to bust a vein at this rate.

"It could be a complication…"

"What, NOW? After all these years?"

"These things are highly unpredictable."

There is silence. Silence. Finally. Hugo feels the need to open his eyes. He needs everyone to know he's okay. However, his eyelids are sealed. What the hell? Hugo hears Uncle Terry sigh, and a pair of footsteps recede. He's alone with his family. Good.

"Hugo?" It's Hugo's mother. He feels a hand on his forehead. "Hugo, baby?"

She hasn't called him that since he was actually a child. She must be really scared.

"It will all be f-fine, baby. You will be o-okay."

"Hermione…"

"Ron, I can't go through this again. I really can't."

Go through what again?

"He'll be fine, Hermione. Terry has said that it's most probably not the cancer again."

Cancer? Hugo vaguely recollects that he's supposed to know something about the cancer… the cancer…

"If it is, Ron…"

"Hugo will be fine."

Who is Ron? The name rings a bell… He had heard it just now, and remembered who it was. But Hugo suddenly can't remember who Ron is. He feels that he should. It seems important. Ron is probably an important person.

Rose sniffles. "He'd said he would come and meet me immediately."

There is silence again. "Go home, Rosie," says another woman. Hugo knows that he had just heard her talking to 'Ron', but just like he can't remember who Ron is, he can't place this woman. But he knows she is as important as Ron.

"I want to be with Hugo."

"Sweetie, he'll be fine. We'll call you as soon as he wakes up, okay?"

That's enough, Hugo realises. He really needs to wake up now. For real. Otherwise, Rose won't leave, and she'll be in a bad state later on. Hugo needs to wake up for his sister. But he feels weak. Too weak.

"Hermione, take Rosie and go home. I'll stay here with Hugo."

"No, Dad! I'm staying too," insists Rose.

"Rosie, it's not good to be stubborn, okay?"

Hugo finally has the strength he needs. Gathering it all, he opens his eyes to a slightly blurry world.

"Hugo!"

Three voices call out his name at once — a red haired man, a bushy-haired woman, and Rose. Are they Ron and Hermione? Where are Hugo's parents? Hugo takes a deep breath. I'm okay, he says. Can you call my parents, please? Where is he again? A hospital? Why?

Hermione is frowning. "How are you feeling, baby?"

I'm fine. But why do you call me 'baby?'

"Hugo?"

I'm fine, woman!

Hermione turns to Ron. "Why won't he talk, Ron?"

I AM talking! Hugo tells her. Can't you hear me? Now call my parents!

No, wait, is he thinking this, or saying this?

He looks to his side, and there's a young, curly haired woman. He's sure he recognised her a moment ago too, but his memory fails him. Who is she? The young woman smiles at him, her swollen belly as evident as the glow of pregnancy on her face. She touches her baby bump and smiles. "That's your nephew… or niece."

He has a family? He has a sister? How can't he remember any of it?

His sister frowns. "Dad, something is wrong. Call Uncle Terry, will you?" Oh, Ron is Hugo's father. Right. No wonder Hugo was worried about not being able to remember him. So… is Hermione his mother? Who is Uncle Terry?

"Yeah, in a minute."

Hugo's father exits the room and his mother sits on the bed beside him. Hugo can't understand why he can't speak, or remember anything much. And… he feels like he's been in hospitals a lot, but he doesn't remember why. Does he work there? Does he get ill a lot?

"He's not able to speak?" says a voice, as a man in lime-green robes approaches Hugo. "I'll see what's wrong."

It's not just that, Hugo tells him, but of course, it doesn't get across. He hates this. He's trapped. Hugo wants to be free. He doesn't want to be like this.

The robed man is quick with the examination. He holds Hugo's right wrist. "Lift your arm for me, Hugo. Come on."

Hugo tries. Nothing happens. The man tries the right leg as well, but Hugo can't move it either. The Healer then places his hand on Hugo's left wrist. "Lift it."

Hugo manages to lift his arm. The other man takes off the hand, and Hugo can do it again. His left leg seems fine too. The Healer turns to Hugo's sister. "He's had seizures, hasn't he, Rose?" Oh, so Hugo's sister's name is Rose. He should remember that.

"Yes," says Rose.

The Healer looks grim. "Anything else? Nausea? Weakness on his right side? Dizziness?"

"I don't know," replies Rose. "He wasn't even home until a few hours ago. What is it, Uncle Terry?" she asks him. "Is he going to be all right?"

"We need to get some tests done…" 'Uncle Terry' replies.

"But what is it?"

The Healer sighs. "Hugo…" he begins, hesitates, and then faces Hugo's family, looking sad. "Hugo's had a stroke. It seems like a long term complication of his leukaemia." He faces Hugo's parents. "Ron, Hermione, I'm really sorry…"

Leukaemia… complication… Ron… Hermione… Rose… Hugo knows these things, but he can't remember how. He's very uncomfortable now. He needs to shut his eyes.

"Hugo? Hugo!"

Who is Hugo? He wonders, before he loses consciousness again.