Story Name: A Break in the Pattern

Chapter Name: The Dilemma

Warnings: Massively AU, follows some cannon, some OOC occasionally, blood gore and murder, slash, het, torture, cursing, monster madness, graphic imagery, general strangeness, and Super! but not God!Harry.

Summary: Dean Winchester is a Hunter. He and his brother, Sam, find monsters and kill them. His job is dangerous and there are times when he doesn't think he's going to make it. Dean and his brother have already died once, and they are the only family they have left. Until Dean goes to Hell, leaving Sam all alone. Enter Harrison James Winchester-Black, formerly Harry Potter, a wizard of extraordinary power and the younger twin of Dean Winchester. Harry hasn't had an easy life but he never expected this to happen. Evil Dark Lords he can deal with easily, finding out that his life has been a sham from the beginning? Not so much. Sam has a lot on his plate now that his new brother has shown up, and just in time for the family reunion. Dean is back and the Winchester brother's need to find out where Harrison belongs in their group quickly. Especially since Lucifer is trying to start the Apocalypse. And without Harrison getting shot for being a wizard…

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Supernatural. If I did, well, things would be a whole heck of a lot stranger than they already are. And that's saying something. God I love Kripke's mind.

Authors Notes: Hello! I'm happy that so many people like my story 'A Break in The Pattern', that I'm almost done working on the next chapter already. Once again, if you are going to favorite of follow this story please review first. It is only common courtesy. So, read and review, please.

Authors Notes Two: Didn't really have much to add to this one, but still. Did some editing and shit. Yadda, yadda, same old, same old. Anyway, read and review!

August 25, 2008

Unknown Location, Unknown

Harry,

I really hope you aren't worrying too much about that book. I know that it's horrible what's happened but you need to give it a rest. Ron and I are worried about you. You don't answer your letters anymore, honestly, I'm not even sure you're reading them anymore. But you have us, Harry! We will do whatever we can to help you, and you know that. I know you do.

So give us a letter, let us know you're not still searching for this Mary and John. Your parents were Lily and James Potter; you are Harry Potter, even if you don't realize it. Nothing has changed, nothing will change. You are still the same hard-headed, kind-hearted wizard that you always were. So you have a different last name and yes they way they got you wasn't exactly legal but they are still your parents! They loved you and you love them. Somewhere, deep down, you still love them. You're just angry right now Harry, that's all it is.

But, also, knowing you, you are going to keep looking until you have the truth. Until you have all of the answers that can be found. Just make sure to rest some, don't keep yourself from sleeping, eating, you'll wear yourself out and get sick and that won't help anybody. I know you Harry Potter, and you better listen to me this time or so help me I will come over there and douse you with dreamless sleep for a week!

Please, Harry, just let us know you are okay. Let us know that things are going to be okay. We love you, Harry.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger-Weasley

PS: The Winchester's lived in America.

Harry-no! Harrison, he refused to go by the nickname his 'parents' had given him-looked at the letter in his hand, eyes dark from lack of sleep and hating. Hating Hermione for being right, hating himself for doing it anyway, but most of all, hating his parents for making him do this. Hating them and hating them until every good thought he had was burnt away in a blinding rage that was going to rip him apart from the inside out. He had a lot of rage, and he had no outlet for it.

His mother asked for forgiveness, what gave her the right? How could she ask forgiveness if she didn't do anything to deserve it? And, God, was he angry at her. He knew he was acting irrational, knew that if he sat down and thought about it, maybe finished reading the Book that he would understand better. But he was acting irrational and irrational people didn't think, didn't plan. He was going along with whatever thought sprung up in his mind. And his mind was a dark place to be, anyway, and if anyone had a thought of breaking past his shields to get a look then they would be sorry, sorry bastards. If they survived the attempt, anyway.

Lily gave a sharp screech from her perch, drawing Harrison out of the darkness of his thoughts once again. It was funny how the mere mention of his parents sent him to a mindless rage. He looked up at his hawk, her gold eyes pierced through him looking sad, so sad. He closed his eyes and dropped the letter, hearing it flutter to the floor. He dragged one hand across his face, grimacing at the short beard he had grown. He hated facial hair, hated it with a passion, and changed his features to get rid of it without a thought. Lily gave another screech and he moved over to her, walking like a man who hadn't slept in months instead of just a week.

He rubbed her head and looked her in the eye. "You think that's what I was missing, huh." He mused out loud. "I was looking for Winchesters around here and they are all the way across the pond. But how did Hermione know?" He shot a glare at the letter. "Then again, this is Hermione. She knows everything."

He looked across the unmade bed-because he was too lazy to finish it-and over at the Book on his desk. He owned Lily a lot for snapping him out of his dark spell, yet again, and he was going to use this moment of clarity. He walked over and picked up the Book before setting on his bed, sinking into the mattress and almost getting eaten by the great blankets. He took the strap off of the Book to unlock it, watching as it fell to that page, the page that changed everything, so well read that it opened automatically. He turned the pages with more force than what was really necessary, flicking them until he got somewhere closer to the beginning.

I don't understand how it works, really. Bathilda said something about using magic in the blood but that she wasn't very certain either. Amelia keeps her research closely guarded. Lily didn't believe it at first but I think she sees this as a second chance. That Fate is giving her back the child that she-we-lost. I don't like it, it sounds almost like Dark Magic, something that is only possible by giving something in return, how do we know that Amelia isn't going to turn this baby into a monster? We don't because this has never been tried before. I told Lily that I wanted to tell the Aurors and she almost lost it on me. I still don't have eyebrows…

But what Amelia is doing is wrong, so wrong. I don't want any part of it but I can't just leave Lily. And I can't convince her not to do this seeing as the experiment-and doesn't that sound Dark in and of itself-has already been put into effect. The child will become something that isn't muggle, that's for sure, but what is he going to become? A wizard? Or something worse?

Harrison stopped reading and rubbed his eyes. So his 'father' didn't want any part of it, huh? That was hard to believe seeing as how close they all looked in the family pictures he had of them. But say he believed him. Say that he knew it was wrong, what changed his mind later? What was it that shifted his perspective so much that he just gave in and broke the law even though it was his job to uphold it? Because if this didn't classify as magic that harmed muggles he didn't know what would count.

But now he had another piece of information. Bathilda Bagshot had been in on the deception. And this 'Amelia' woman had been mentioned again. She was the one who did it, whatever 'it' was that turned him magical. But from what he had already read she was long dead. There would be no answers from her. No answers from Bathilda, either, but maybe Hermione could find out something. If anyone could do it, she could. Hell, even the Unspeakables wanted her working for them. Thank God she was smart enough to turn them down. It would have sucked to lose her to the Ministry.

And he knew she would help him, even though she wanted him to forget about this and get on with his life. Fat chance of that! He had family out there, somewhere and he would be damned again all over if he ignored it now.

He flipped a few more pages in the Book and stopped at another entry that was penned by his fa-er, James, that was penned by James. Let's see what we'll see, now won't we? He thought darkly as he looked down at the page.

We finally found out the names of the parents of our child. They are Mary and John Winchester, and they live in America. Some place in Kansas, I'm not really sure where. Amelia found out that Mary was pregnant with twins that she didn't even know about. Amelia was also adamant that Lily didn't find out or she would have set out to meet them a long time ago. She has it in her head now to tell them what is going on so that she can have their blessing. Blessing! I'm almost convinced to take her to Mungo's just to make sure she's still all there. I knew she was torn up after the loss of the child, Hell, I am too, but there is no reason for her to act this way. She stopped taking her Calming Drought and that might have an effect…but I'm just not so sure anymore. I'm not sure about anything anymore.

It's hard, harder than I thought it would be. Lily keeps looking at me with those big green eyes filled with tears and I find myself bending to her will more and more. I think very soon that I won't care about how wrong this is, not sure I'll even remember that it was wrong to start with. Something is happening but I don't think Lily is aware of what she is doing, she was always able to do things, get people to do things. I don't blame her. I love her, will always love her. And I know that I will love this child. Because it will have her magic, it will feel like her, it will be a part of Lily.

Maybe I'm already starting to forget…maybe that would be better.

He stared at the page before staring off into the distance. That seemed familiar, the magic involved to get someone to do what you wanted. It was a compulsion, wasn't it? Could someone have a natural ability to compel others to do what they wanted? Harrison knew of several magical creatures who could do that but his mother was a Muggleborn, there was no question about that. There was no magical creature blood in her line.

But, wait. He looked back at the first few sentences. He had thought, it made sense, but to actually have proof that he had a brother, a twin. He wasn't sure how to take the information. It was one thing to have a feeling, another to have a fact. If only he had a name! Then he would be able to look for them too. Would they have a twin connection thing too? Would they get along, even? Would he even care, this twin, if they met? What if they were so different, what if they waited too long, what if, what if? Harrison wasn't sure if he would be able to handle meeting his twin if he was going to be rejected. Maybe he could ask Hermione what to do about this. Hermione! How was he going to tell her about this? He couldn't just dump this information on her like it had been on him. So how was he going to tell her that he had a brother, a twin? A Forge to his Gred?

He wasn't, simple as that. Until he had more information, like a name, he was going to keep his twin a secret. Twin, God, he felt weird even thinking that word. But it had to be true, right? It just made sense, even coming from the source he had. He had to keep this information hidden until he had better information than a passage in a book. He couldn't get Hermione, Ron, or even himself worked up over something that might not even be accurate. For all he knew his father could be mistaken.

Father, damn could he really blame the man if it was all his mother's fault? Would it be fair? Did he care about fair? They both knew it was wrong to take a child from his mother, but they both did it. And James even went so far as to keep Lily from finding the parents to let them know. Should he be grateful for that, because who knows what would have happened to them if she had found Harrison's parents.

He put the book down and got up. He had enough of it for now. If he read anymore he would be right where he had been from the beginning, with more questions than there were answers. He had something he needed to do anyway. He turned to his desk and pulled out a blank piece of parchment and grabbed his quill. He stopped and blinked down at the empty sheet before him wondering how he was going to put his request and questions without having Hermione come down on his head like a hurricane. Lily gave a soft croon from her perch and he smiled. She was better than a phoenix in calming him down and putting him in the right frame of mind.

Putting quill to paper he started writing.

September 1, 2008

Unknown Location, Unknown

Harrison,

It's good to hear from you although I wish you would have said more than 'I'm fine'. Understandably you aren't, but we'll not deal with that for right now. And I must admit that I like the name change, it makes you sound more you now instead of the you when you were little. Does that make any sense? Ron doesn't think so. But then again, you aren't Ron so of course you know what I mean.

It's surprising that it took you long enough to read farther into the book-the Book, really? Does it need a capital?-to find out that they were not from England. I have done my own research from what little you told me that first letter you wrote and had found no mention of a Mary or John Winchester anywhere. Winchester is also an American name, there had been mention of a Winchester in several police files that I managed to get into. Don't ask, I swear you have corrupted me.

As to what you wanted, I have sent them along. I had to use a few favors for this but you are worth it, so don't worry. Hopefully you'll find what you are looking for in America. Enjoy the goods, as Ron said, and have fun while you are over there as well. If anyone needs a vacation, it would be you!

But I have started rambling and ranting and I know how much you hate that. I'll end by saying that we wish you luck and hope that you will write and tell us what you find.

Love,

Hermione Granger-Weasley

PS: Come on, mate. Cheer up and go find your folks. Send us a picture when you find them, wanna see if they look like you. Tell us if you have any siblings too, mate. Hopefully you'll have a lot of 'em, I won't be so alone then!

Ron

He felt a pang in his chest at that last part Ron wrote. But it was going to be worth the reaction later if he could prove it. He grinned as he looked at the package that came with the letter before performing a small diffendo to open it. In the box was a passport, driver's license, Visa, and other identification all put under the name of Harrison James Winchester-Black. He didn't feel bad about cutting Potter out of his name, two last names was enough for him and he was still going to use his 'father's' name as his middle name. That was Potter enough for him. After all, he hadn't forgiven them yet.

He looked up at Lily who tilted her head and gave him a look. It was the 'I'm not going to like this but I'll go along with it anyway' look. His grin grew wider. She narrowed her eyes.

"Come on, Lily. We have some packing to do. We're going to America!" Harrison threw his arms open, riding the happy feeling that was bubbling in his chest. He laughed when she jumped up, flapping her wings at him in her shock. Lily carefully landed back down on her perch and shot a glare at him. She was not very fond of how he had been wallowing in self-pity but she wasn't sure she liked this loud version of her person either. Maybe he was sick. She clicked her beak at him and got his attention.

"Sorry girl. Got a little worked up there." Harrison said sheepishly before rubbing the back of his head and standing up. He had a lot of work to do and not too much time to do it. He shot Lily a look. "What do you think, girl? Portkey or airplane?"

She shrieked at him, eyes practically spitting sparks and fire at him.

"Yeah, I hate Portkeys too. Still can't land on my feet."

September 2, 2008

Pontiac, Illinois

Dull green eyes flickered open, confused. He was in a box. It was a nasty box too, and it smelled old. It smelled dead, if he really thought about it. But why was he thinking? How was he thinking? Why the Hell was he sleeping in a box? He reached into his pocket and fumbled to bring out a lighter. It took a few tries but he finally got it to light and used the flame to see as he looked around. He was laid flat on his back, in a box, that not only smelled dead but that was buried as well.

Did somebody knock him out and bury him alive? There was no way he would willingly sleep in a box. And he felt like he went ten rounds with a semi, and, shock of all shocks, the semi won. Was someone looking for him? Did he have anyone to look for him? Hell, who was he?

"Hello? Help? Help!" he tried calling out but stopped when he couldn't raise his voice. His throat was so dry it felt like he swallowed a desert, or hadn't had a drink in a long time. Like months or something. But that wasn't possible, right? Nobody could survive without water for months. And man did he feel hungry!

First things first, though, he was getting his ass out of that box!

It took time and he was filthy afterwards but he managed to break the box and dig himself out. He was laying, half on the ground and half still in the hole, just breathing deep gulps of air. He was already drained and he hadn't even got his entire body out of the hole yet. Wasn't he better than that? Didn't he have better strength, better stamina? This shouldn't wear him out.

But how did he know this? How could he know these little things about himself and not know why or even who he was? Something wasn't right. Something was so not right that there weren't even enough words to state how 'not right' it was! And who would put somebody in a box?

"Dammit." He growled, and then cursed himself internally when he started coughing so hard his lungs felt about ready to come crawling up his throat. And man, was that an image that he didn't want in his head. He struggled to get up, pushing and dragging himself out of the grave-cause dammit it was a grave! Some fucker buried his ass alive!-until he was face flat on the ground. He flipped himself over, groaning at the effort it took to do that. He closed his eyes and just laid there, attempting to find the breath that he lost.

When he finally managed to catch his breath he opened his eyes. Blurry green eyes looked up at the sky and glanced around before snapping wide open in shock, instantly focused on the area around himself. "Holy fuck." He said slowly as he pushed himself into a sitting position. The entire area around his 'grave' was once a forest. Once was because it could no longer classify as such.

In a spread out circle with the 'grave' smack in the center was a large section of trees blown over and lying on the ground. There was nothing natural about it. It had looked as though a fucking nuclear blast had gone off or something. Or something worse. Maybe even something demonic. He shook his head, wondering where that thought came from. There was no such thing as demons, right? Somehow he didn't think that was as true as it should have been.

Something else caught his eye before he could start freaking out-he was surprisingly calm about this entire thing, really, and didn't that say something about the person he must be-and it was a cross. Small and wooden and oh so important because it had a name on it. He dragged himself up onto his feet, wobbling, before taking a step closer to the cross to read what it said:

Dean Winchester.

So, his name was Dean, huh? And either he was either dead, or had been dead, anyway, or he had a psychotic person bury him alive who was considerate enough to put his name on a cross in case he dug himself out and didn't know who he was.

At that point he was almost hoping it was the first option. Almost. But if that was the case, how did he die? And why was he back? Was it even possible for him to be back? Or was this some whacked out version of the entrance to Heaven? It felt like he should have been in Hell. He stood up and, after looking around one more time, set off at as fast a pace he could away from the gravesite. He froze when he felt something move by him and jerked around, green eyes darting around wildly. But nothing was there. Just the wind moving.

"Jeeze, I must be paranoid." He muttered before walking away. If he was paranoid, so be it. He did not want to be around when whatever that was came back. Or when whatever dragged him back from Death got around to saying hello.

With a vague idea and the words Bobby and Sam starting to float up from the darkness in his mind he set off to find out what brought him back. If he could find out why he was dead in the first place and who he was, well, that would just be a really awesome bonus.

Chapter Length: originally: 3509 words, edited: 3720 words

Another Note: And so you meet Dean! He just dragged himself out of a box so he's a bit confused, and a lot of fun to write. Next chapter will focus more on Dean and a bit less on Harry. Hopefully this will satisfy those who have been looking forward to some Dean moments. The meeting between the twins will still take a few chapters, I need to set Dean up a little bit and get Harry a bit further along. But it's coming, don't worry. And review!