Sam groaned at the pounding headache he was suffering, trying to ignore his older brother who was acting disgustingly loved up in their kitchen unit. It had been a day since Snape had… passed away, and Harry was still avoiding the Americans.

Dean believed that the young wizard was simply coming to terms with the death of his bullying teacher, but Sam had a feeling it was something different.

He hears a timid knock on their door, and goes to answer, smiling lightly when he sees that it is Harry. However, the smile drops from his face when Harry just looks at him, cold and unfeeling. He allows the younger boy into the room, a sense of worry taking over. Harry, while distant in the beginning, was never a cold person.

'I've decided I want you to leave me alone, to deal with my problems', he suddenly announces, standing in front of the fireplace. This announcement is met with silence, Dean and Cas stopping their canoodling in shock, and it's so quiet in the room that Sam can actually hear the fire crackling.

'Why kid?' Dean asks, a small part of anger evident in his voice.

Harry glances at him, before summing up succinctly, 'you're too rough for this kind of thing. I know Snape was a bastard to me, but even I wouldn't laugh at his death the way that you did'. His eyes flash in anger as he says this, clearly very upset and Dean's callousness at the infirmary. 'How can I trust you when you laugh about things like that? I don't want to be around people like you!' he bursts out, before stalking out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

'Well shit', Dean grumbles. 'That could have gone better'.

(break)

'…just don't trust them anymore', Harry explains to his friends, who are all sitting in front of him sombrely. Harry himself still can't believe that men he was beginning to respect and look up to would be so horrible as to laugh about death. He just couldn't understand how someone could get to a point in their lives where they didn't see the importance of every life.

'It's okay Harry, everything will work out', Luna inputs dreamily, a knowing glint in her usually kind eyes.

(break)

Team Free Will decide that, while Harry is ignoring them, they can at least be somewhat productive and (in Dean's words) 'take down some racist evil bastards' that night. Loading up their guns, making sure all of their equipment is in good condition, the three set off to the Headmaster's office.

'What can I do for you gentlemen?' Dumbledore asks. Both Dean and Sam leave the talking to Cas, trying to catch a glimpse of the so called war god that was controlling the ancient man – of course they were unable to since they couldn't see things on different planes of existent, unlike their angel teammate, but that didn't stop them from trying.

'We would like to make some plans for the upcoming battles', Castiel informs the wizards, 'and so we need to talk at your headquarters to the other people who are involved'. He looks at Dumbledore calmly, using all of his training at the garrison to prevent his eyes being drawn to the scary deity that was grinning maliciously behind Dumbledore (no doubt happy at the thought of a battle).

'Of course, of course', Dumbledore says, getting up from behind his desk. 'I shall send you there now', he explains, grabbing a handful of grey powder and heading towards the huge fireplace. 'Have you ever travelled by floo before?' he asks the men, and chuckles when all shake their heads in the negative.

'Well, you should enjoy this then', he says, throwing the powder into the flames. Huge emerald flames jump up in the fireplace, and Dumbledore hands the men a piece of paper. 'Step into the fireplace and read this', he instructs them.

Though they are dubious, Team Free Will follow his instructions (having read about Floo Travel in their research), and step into the flames.

Castiel reads '12 Grimmauld Place' off the paper, and the three men are gripped by the uncomfortable feeling of being put into a blender, as they are pulled into the flames, spinning the entire time, and then spat out into a shadowed house.

'Company?!' someone barks, and Sam looks up to see a handsome man of their age, his black wavy locks framing his face, and grey eyes glittering. His face is gaunt, like he has been starved for a while, but he looks relatively healthy – Sam notes that this is the prison escapee (Sirius Black) that had been all over the British news a few years earlier, and so is immediately on guard.

'Didn't think Dumbledore would be sending anyone to see me for a while', Sirius says, getting up from his seat at the table to help the men up off the floor.

'Err, we came here to plan an attack', Sam mumbles out. 'You can help with that right?' he asks softly. He senses a kindred soul in this man, similar to Dean's, like the man has also been to hell and back. From what Sam has read up on Azkaban, the wizarding prison, he can assume that the man has.

'Sure! What are you after?' Sirius asks.

'We just wanna kills some douchebags, you down?' Dean explains, and immediately takes a liking to the man who grins evilly at his words, who immediately grabs his wand off the table and summons a bunch of papers.

'Hell yeah, and I have just the group I want to take down!'

A/N I promise I'll try to update more regularly guys! Have been super busy cause of work and stuff. Also, crying because I think Britain has been taken over by an elitist Voldemort because Brexit actually happened, and I'm sobbing.