My Note: Okay, so this is literally the first fan anything I have ever written so just don't throw rocks at me or anything.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not supernatural, or harry potter or even the bed I sleep in so don't sue me.

Warnings: None, at all, not even a little swear but then again Dean isn't here yet.

Harry smiled to himself as he sat curled up in a comfortable looking chair that he had finally managed to position on his front porch so that it remained in the sun practically all day. It was the perfect place to waste time reading in a way that he had never had time to do in England. In fact, between the screaming fans and judgmental media he had barely found time to do anything at all, which had gotten very annoying very quickly.

That was why he had run off to America in the first place. Yes, here he had to worry about things like hunters and supernatural creatures that barely ever bothered showing up in the UK, but still at least they didn't ask for his autograph before attacking him, and that was what counted.

Of course he was still in contact with all his old friends. Well, all except Ginny that was. Let's just say she didn't take to the idea of staying friends the same way Harry had hoped she would. The exact opposite actually. She had screamed and shouted herself dry before throwing him out the house and telling him that she never wanted to hear from him again. Though, in hindsight, this was really a blessing in disguise. It was, after all, then that he had thought to himself 'Hey, you know what? Let's move America and cross my fingers that the daily prophet doesn't feel the need to follow me that far.'

To be entirely honest it had been a joke at the time, but the more he thought about it the better the idea sounded, so he did it. And would you just look at him now. Not a care in the world, all the time he wanted and he'd be damned if he wasn't bored out of his brains.

However, it had never been Harry's style to go out on a hunt for adventure; he simply pursued whatever lead it was that just so happened to fall into his lap. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know that not only was the lead to his next adventure about to show its hand, it was currently following him in a way that not even the fangirls had managed to do.

Castiel stood at the gate, completely invisible to the human eye, watching the man who was going to save them all.

He had found the man purely by chance. Passing by when he felt it. A tug. It had been such a foreign feeling that he couldn't help but stop and investigate.

This Harry, as he was called by the people around him, was a wizard. That much Castiel knew for sure, what he did not know, however, was why in god's name he had a magical core that so strong. It was plain unnatural, so he stayed and continued to watch from the edges of the property, knowing that going any closer would set of enough wards to only alert this man but give himself a somewhat nasty shock.

It was days later now and Castiel was more than convinced. This Harry man was going to help them get rid of Lucifer. He was going to save them and the rest of the world from the devastation that it was to experience if either of the Winchester boys said yes. Now he just had to find said boys and convince them that getting past these wards and enlisting this Man to their cause was more than a little necessary.