So as you guys may have guessed, I was struck with writer's block for a long while. My crossovers got hit pretty hard with it especially but recently I got inspiration back to write. The bad news is that today I was searching around for my Harry Potter book and the first disc to the movie and couldn't find either of them. I also tried to search online to see if I could find the movie to watch again to refresh my mind on what happened but none of the sites like netflix had it. I'm using sparknotes for the details I can't remember right now. I apologize if I get any really important scenes wrong but take into account this is also just a story and a crossover to boot and I've change some scenes around on purpose. The quotes won't be the same, word for word, from the actual movie scripts. And I've already messaged someone this because they had a question regarding it, but this will not be following the movie/books all the way through. This will not be a rewrite with just added characters. Thank you guys for bearing with me.

Part 6

"Ah huh!"

"Ah huh, Sir?"

"Yes 'ah huh'. Here we go. Come along, Mister Potter. I think I've found just the one."

Harry took the wand wordlessly and held it up for Sam and Dean to see. He didn't have to wave it around like the others for it to do some weird voodoo magic. Harry glowed brightly, a supernova ready to set off. Dean blinked and everything returned to normal. Ollivander looked at Harry like he was the next Jesus that could walk on water.

"This is indeed a very curious thing. The wand you are holding in your hand right now, Mister Potter, is made of holly and…a phoenix's tail feather. I find it curious because there is just one other wand that holds the same core as that one, the same wand that gave you that scar in fact."

Harry looked down at the wand and swallowed nervously. There was probably a million and one things running through the kid's head by now. His face was creased in thought and Dean knew without a doubt what the kid was thinking of right now. After all the kid was just told not even a full day ago what really happened to his parents and it sure as hell wasn't a car crash.

If you get any more emo, I'm gonna barf, Dean thought to himself before shoving Harry out of his reverie.

Harry stumbled forward slightly before looking back to Dean with a scowl. He waved his wand threateningly at Dean, "Hey!"

Ollivander came over before Dean could respond. "Are you alright, Mister Potter?"

Harry turned back with a start, a forced smile on his face. "Yeah, sorry. So how much is this?"

"Well…that was fun!" Dean said as they walked out.

Harry, leading the trio grumbled, "For you maybe. I must've looked mad in there!"

Dean shrugged. "Well what was I supposed to do? Let you go emo Luke Skywalker on our asses?"

"I-who?" Harry paused, unsure of the reference. Dean fought the urge to smack himself. "Whatever. That's not the point!"

"Then what is?"

Harry sighed. "Never mind. Just…never mind."

"So what do you need next?" Sam asked hoping to take the conversation in a different direction.

Harry pulled out his list, "A robe."

"Cool," Dean said, looking over Harry's shoulder to read as well.

Harry tucked the list back into his pocket and shoved Dean away. "You seriously need to tone it down. Everyone's gonna think I'm some freak by the time I go to Hogwarts."

"You're not a freak, Harry," Sam said instantly.

Harry snorted. "Of course you'd say that. You have to. You're my guardian angels."

"We're not saying that as just as your…guardian angels," Sam insisted, nudging Dean when all he got was silence from his brother.

"You're not," Dean said.

"How many wizards do you think there will be at this school that had no idea it even existed? Or whose parents were murdered? And I had no idea…for eleven years because I was living with an uncle and an aunt that only cared for their son!" Harry's voice rose in volume and Dean could see the kid's shoulders shaking. Before he could think to touch the kid's arm, Harry was already marching further down the street. "I don't even know why God bothered to send me angels. I don't even believe in God. Don't follow me!"

Dean stood still as a statue, watching in shock as Harry's form slowly disappeared into the crowd of Diagon Alley. After a moment, Sam clapped a hand on Dean's shoulder, driving him out of his shock. He looked over to his brother, hoping he could make sense of something Dean couldn't. Sam shook his head.

"Where the hell did we go wrong?" Dean asked a few minutes later as they searched all over Diagon Alley, calling Harry's name.

Sam sighed, looking just as tired as Dean felt inside. "When we decided to take this case."

The sarcastic quip caught Dean off guard. He laughed. Damn he needed a good laugh. "Nice one, Sammy."

Dean wished he had followed the movie closer. Or had a better memory. It'd make the search ten times easier if he knew his way around this stupid place. But sadly the closest he had to a guide was his geeky brother who also didn't seem to know where he was going.

"We're lost," Dean moaned as they circled back to the same damn store that displayed brooms like they were the latest in technology. When Sam didn't respond right away, Dean turned around to see his brother eyeing the broomstick store with curiosity.

A man wearing a robe came out with a long box under one arm and a girl that couldn't be any older than twelve. He grinned down at her as they walked past the Winchesters without so much as a glance. Sam's eyes trailed after them. Then he turned back to Dean. "Oh no, whatever you're thinking, it's a 'no', Sammy. A definite no," Dean said firmly as Sam opened his mouth.

"Oh come on, Dean. You don't even know what I was going to ask," Sam complained.

Dean rolled his eyes, tugging his brother away from the display of the stupid, stupid brooms. "For fuck sake, we got a kid to look for, remember?"

"I know," Sam said, dragging his feet. "But this is a once in a lifetime chance, Dean. You know what those brooms can do, right?"

"Yeah," Dean grumbled. "I know. And I said 'no' already."

Sam crossed his arms, looking like a petulant kid for a moment. Then a thought crossed his mind and he looked suspiciously at his brother. Dean tensed at the expression. "What now?" he blurted.

"You're afraid," Sam said. Dean scowled and turned away, walking aimlessly past the wizards and witches that populated this part of London. His hands twitched from beside him. Dean had never been close to this many witches without being able to do something before.

"Afraid of what?" Dean snapped.

"Afraid of getting on one of them," Sam said calmly, "because they fly."

Dean clenched his teeth together. "I'm not afraid of a stupid broom, Sam. That's not the reason I don't want to go in there. We can't keep getting sidetracked all day."

"Well you're afraid of planes because they fly," Sam said insistently.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Then it makes sense you're afraid of brooms that fly too," Sam replied.

Dean threw up his hands in exasperation. "Okay, Sam, you win. That's exactly the reason I said 'no'. Now can you just shut up about it and help me find the kid?"

For a moment, Sam was silent and Dean was thankful. "Yeah, okay."

Dean didn't bother to look back at his brother's smug expression. Fucking brat.

It took them a good fifteen minutes to find Harry outside of one of the few tailor stores. Harry looked up as the Winchester brothers approached. "Hey," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about earlier."

Dean waved off the apology, just glad the kid seemed to have cooled off. "Whatever, man. No biggie."

Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean's choice of words to which Dean shrugged. "We're just glad you're alright." Harry tensed slightly and Sam noticed. "You are, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess. It's nothing really," Harry said. He looked into the store for a moment. "They're gonna make my robe."

"That's cool," Dean said with a grin, glancing inside as well.

"I guess," Harry said, shrugging.

"What's the matter?" Sam asked watching Harry sigh and sit down against the door.

"Well…there's this kid…I met inside," Harry said slowly.

"And?" Dean asked, nudging for the kid to continue with a foot.

Harry scowled and pushed his foot away. Dean squatted down so he was eye to eye. "He said some things to me," Harry mumbled. "What if Hagrid did make a mistake?"

"A mistake of what?" Sam asked, sitting down next to Dean.

"Of who I am. What if I didn't survive anything? What if my parents did die from a car crash? It's just…all my life, I've always been…I dunno…normal, I guess. Or at least tried to be."

"What'd this kid say?" Sam asked.

Harry shrugged. "He may have said that Hogwarts only accepts purebloods or something, people that grew up knowing and being able to use magic. I never knew about magic before this year. In fact it seems like everything happened this year. How can Hogwarts accept someone like me?"

Dean grinned and clapped the kid on the shoulders. "How can they not?"

Harry looked at him questioningly.

"You've got us. Freaking angels, man. You got nothing to worry 'bout. Am I right, Sammy?"

"Yeah. Whatever you say, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes, thinking his brother was playing the angel card a little too often now.

"You know we're not really angels," Sam reminded a few hours later as they lounged in the motel room.

Dean rolled his eyes, licking the yogurt Harry had handed to them before he fell asleep watching TV in the next bed over. "I know that." It was nearing midnight now. Dean tipped his chair back, feeling extra creepy to be watching the occupied beds. Hagrid, the mountain of a man, snored up a storm.

"Sometimes I feel like you actually believe you are one though," Sam mumbled.

Dean jerked back, hitting his head on the table, nearly dropping the yogurt cup. "Shit." He rubbed his aching head and shot a glare to his brother for distracting him. "Well it's a good thing I don't."