Disclaimer: As always I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter they remain the soul creations of Eric kripke and J K Rowling. Nor do I own the Lyrics just really enjoy the singer.

A/N: So came up with this while sitting at home watching an all night Marathon of Harry Potter and Supernatural with my best mate so enjoy and tell me what you honestly think! :). Oh and there may be some Dumbledore bashing midway (Maybe).

Chapter 1- solace.

Hold on
Hold on to yourself
For this is gonna hurt like hell.

Sarah Mclachlan Hold on.

Camera bulbs flashed in his face. Each time he blinked causing his eyes to spread the tears that had long since died away. He walked numb to the world only feeling the emptiness inside. He looked over at the crowd of reporters. To him they looked like a pack of vicious vulture each eager to tear a piece of juicy flesh form his carcass. He became aware of a hand on his shoulder. He followed the long silver clothe tot it's owner. Dumbledore. He looked back a head resuming his dead pan staring ahead as he slowly sunk away from the world.

It was the final day of term. He walked down to the train along with all the other people. His friends joined him on the dusty path. He hadn't faced them since the ministry. He was terrified that they would leave him. But he should have known they wouldn't. They smiled doing their best to stay positive. Feeling obligated he forced a smile for them. This seemed to soothe them. They mad idle chat as they walked to the carriages. Laughing and joking on the outside but inside he was repeating the same line over and over again. show them you're happy. Put on a smile never show them the truth.

Once the trained had pulled into platform 9 3/4 he waved goodbye to his friends as they walked away to their families. He walked through the wall and onto the regular platform nine of kings cross station. He looked around sighing as he realized the Dursleys were late. No surprise He thought bitterly. Then, as he stood waiting he had an idea. Throwing open his trunk he tore a piece of parchment and dipped his quill into his ink. He wrote fast then released his magnificent snowy white owl from her cage and attached it to her foot. Stroking her tenderly he told her where to go and after she had delivered it where to find him. she stretched her wings and took flight. he watched a firm resolution in his heart. Quietly he turned and walked out of the station unnoticed by others. He headed towards the tube.

He stepped into number 12 grimauld place. Sighing as he sniffed the stale musty smell. He sniffed as a tear began to form and roll down his cheek. H brushed it aside for now he was done was empty the order members had left after the ministry event not knowing who to trust. They were gone but he felt sure they would be back. He pushed open the door to Sirius's old room and stepped inside. He chuckled slightly as he looked. It was exactly like he imagined. Young teenage Sirius had gone out of his way to show his parents he was proud to be different to their slytherin ancestors. He placed his stuff on the floor and walked away before more tears came.

He stood outside his godfather's study wondering whether he should go in. he pushed open the door and took in the sight. It was untidy but when compared to the rest of the house it was the tidiest sat in Sirius's study, on his chair. Buckbeak had long since gone. Hagrid no doubt he thought smiling sadly as he thought of his friend. He leant back in his chair as he tried to imagine Sirius locked up all day with only a felon hippogriff for company. He looked at Sirius's desk. it was old and fairly beaten but for him it captured Sirius perfectly. He pulled open the top draw to find in full of letters and pieces of parchments. He sighed, well as owner of the house he had a right to look through these. He delved into the treasure trove of paper. Most were ministry letters addressed to his parents. But one roll of parchment stood out to him. He recognized the handwriting. It was from Lilly. His mother. He carefully unfolded it and read it .

Dearest Padfoot,

How are you doing? I guess you could say life has for us has been changed. Prongs never shuts up. Even as I write this he's flicking through some baby quidditch clothing magazine.

Harry smiled at the letter before reading on.

Even in these dark times I find myself growing hopeful for the future. If it is a boy he is to named Harry after, well you know Prongs wont even discuss the possibility of a girl! He can be quite stubborn sometimes I find myself wondering if a mule would have been easier to convince. But on to more serious news I need you Padfoot to contact him and let him know. Prongs absolutely refuse to entertain the idea of contacting him again after last time. I mean he has a right to know. He is the baby's

The parchment ended there. His mind was whirring. Who ever his mother had said is a link to her and possibly a link to family. Sighing he stood up and saw Hedwig perched on the window. I'm soo gonna need Hermione for this.