All was quiet in number 4 Privet drive, it was midnight. Then a scream. Inside the small house, stuff was being thrown everywhere. The plates that Petunia was so found of were getting smashed, the rug in the main hall, ripped to shreds. The cupboard under the stairs however, was fine. The girl laying inside felt a comforting presence, and smiled in her sleep.

The next morning two FBI agents showed up, officers Gabriel, and Collins. Three of the four members of the family left for vacation allowing the agents to check out the house. But, not before locking their 4 year old niece in the cupboard under the stairs.

*Dean Pov*

"Well Sammy, getting the family out was easy, now what?" He asked as he looked around the living room. It was revolting, there were pictures of what seemed to be a blonde beach ball, covering the walls. The house was a mess, probably due to the poltergeist. As we walked past the cupboard under the stairs, he heard cries for help, and banging on the door.

"Please! Let me out! I promise I'll stop being a freak, just please LET ME OUT!" The screams echoed in the small house, and there stood a figure smiling sadly. I pulled open the door, and lying there was a young girl, who didn't look older than three. Her eyes were red, and her black hair was messy. Her stomach growled loudly.

"Son of a bitch!" I swore loudly. Sam picked her up and carried her to the kitchen.

"W-Who are you. I-I'm s-sorry. I, I, I'll try to b-be good. I, I swear!" She was terrified.

"My name's Sam Winchester, this is my brother dean. We're here to help." He said, his voice steady. But I could see the anger he was hiding. His hands were clenched, and I could see the kitchen starting to rattle.

"Thank you." There was a figure with long red hair, and bright green eyes. "My name is Lily, Lily Campbell." We gasped. "This is my daughter. She was sent here by Albus Dumbledore, a man who wants to use her for his own ends. Please, take care of my daughter." She went up in flames, her spirit leaving this plane.

"Hello Dea- What!" Castiel appeared in his usual manner, however as soon as he noticed the girl, he frowned, and looked ready to start smiting her family. He walked over to the girl and put his hand on her head. The scars and malnutrition that had been visible disappeared, she was asleep. "We have to go to Bobby's house, Now!" Castiel grabbed us by the arm and all of a sudden we were standing in front of Bobby's house. Castiel stormed up to the door and started pounding on it.

"What the Hell do you-" He stopped and stared at the small girl that Sam was carrying. His facial expression changed to something unreadable. He rushed inside and in fifteen minutes he was back, with Cowley in toe. "Sam, Dean, this is important you idjits where did you find her." I relayed the story to the two, but I only got as far as the screaming before Crowley lost it.

"Those mother-fucking piece of shit stains, who don't even deserve the chance to become demons." He stormed off still swearing, then vanished with a loud crack.

*Third person*

Albus Dumbledore was having a bad day. There were supernatural presences in the Dursleys house. Minerva was on his ass about checking on the Potter Bitch. And to top it all off, he had somehow managed to lose the Potter Bitch. He turned on his heel and apperated to the Dursley house. He arrived at the same time as the Dursleys. Petunia took one look at that Dumbledore, and ushered him inside.

"It all started when Vernon finally tried to kill the damned brat. He was so close to finally getting rid of her, for good." Dumbledore sighed loudly, and got his wand ready. Nobody would miss these three. They were awful people. When Petunia started ranting about those horrible FBI agents, Dumbledore felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"These agents… was one of them tall, with long hair." He asked, hoping that it wasn't who he thought it was.

"Yes, how did you know. It wasn't one of those Freaks, was it!" Petunia demanded. Her voice had started to go pale, but her voice continued to screech. She passed out when Dumbledore just nodded solemnly. Vernon, who had remain silent up till now started yelling loudly.

"WHO THE HELL ARE THEY THEN!" He yelled, his face was so purple that it looked like he was about to pass out.

"Unfortunately, the two who "rescued" Miss Potter are American hunters, named Sam and Dean Winchester. It is likely that their known assistant Castiel came as well, however you did not see him. We can only hope that they have not contacted the demon Crowley…" He cut himself off as he was no longer speaking to humans, just piles of ash. He sighed again. It appeared that the Potter girl had already been taken to Crowley. He turned his heel and disappeared. He had work to do.

*Back In America*

When Crowley returned he looked mad, but less so. He turned to the girl, who had just woken up. "I'm so sorry Harley. I knew your mom, and she asked me to watch over you. But, when news reached me that they had died, it was too late, and the wards around you protected you from any interference by me. If I could have helped I would've."

The girl, now recognized to be Harley looked at him. She smiled and said, "It's okay, I can stay with you now right. I don't have to go back." She started to look fearful but Sam and Dean quickly assured her that she didn't have to leave, and that she could stay for a long time.