Chapter 18,

-3 Years Later-

"Expelliarmus!" 16-year-old Harry Winchester yelled loudly, green eyes glowing as he extended his hand.

Voldemort looked at him in what could only be shock, for no one should be able to defeat the almighty Lord Voldemort. Yet, he felt himself weakening, and he was so tired. Perhaps he could just lie down for a bit, plan to kill the boy at a later date…

Dean and Sam Winchester watched in awe as the pale, nose-less man fell down on his knees before them, face contorted in an ugly form of surprise and astonishment. He then breathed in once more before collapsing, dead eyes staring up at the sky as if waiting for someone to aid him.

Sam immediately rushed over to his brother, helping him stand, as Harry's legs seemed to give out. "It's done, it's over. Everything is ok." Sam whispered the mantra continually in Harry's ear, even as he succumbed himself to the shock by passing out.

Sam clutched Harry to his chest and stood up fully, gazing at the shocked faces of the Wizarding World around him. Dean slowly came to stand by his side, eyes never leaving the life-less form that had been Voldemort.

Cheers jumped from person to person as they realized that Voldemort was dead, for good this time. The Death-Eaters who remained alive quickly started apportating, as American Aurors tried to capture the ones who still stood shell-shocked.

William Devory, the head of the Aurors, rushed over to where the Winchesters had set down Harry, who was slowly coming around again.

"Everything alright, old friends?" Will ventured, bending down to help Harry up.

The Winchester men nodded as their little brother clutched his scar in shock before glancing around, "Did I do it? Is Voldemort dead?" Harry asked, shaking his head as he realized that people wouldn't have been cheering for him otherwise. "Thank Merlin."

"Doing ok, bud?" Will questioned his young friend of three years. Harry gave him a blinding grin, standing up to his full height of 5' 8'' having grown from being that little thirteen-year-old who barely surpassed five feet.

Harry Winchester had in fact, filled out nicely. He would never be as tall as his brothers but he was at least at a semi normal height for his age. While he would also never have large amounts of muscle, he did have small ones encircling his arms, legs and stomach coming from the endless amount of time he spend training with the American Aurors. His green eyes stood out nicely from the tan that had slowly taken over his body and his hair had never stopped being a wild mess, even as it tickled the top of his shoulders. All in all, Harry had turned out to be a handsome, if not still slightly underweight, young man.

"Ya, I'm alright. Thanks for backing me up, Will." Harry said greatly, clasping Will's hand in a firm grip before they gave each other a one-armed hug.

"We don't need to call down Gabe or Castiel, do we?" Sam looked worriedly at his brother, who shook his head hurriedly.

"Nah, don't need it. Besides, it's in my nature to heal quickly, is it not?" Harry smirked at them when they rolled their eyes. "So what's going to happen now? Dumbledore will find out what happened here pretty fast, want to 'thank' me and all that jazz."

The Winchesters had a run in with some British Aurors for the first time in that three-year span and it had not been pretty. Let's just say that they escaped with knowing that Dumbledore was a mad hatter at that. Luckily, the American Aurors had found them quickly after that, putting them under their protection as they stayed in America. Will even had to meet with the British Aurors to create a truce, as they were not supposed to enter the US without their permission.

It was dumb luck that they agreed to it, and sped out of the country. It was later in the month that the American Aurors received a letter from Dumbledore who was basically saying outright that Harry was meant to belong in Britain, not America. More than fifty letters later and still receiving no response from Harry, Dumbledore stopped abruptly and the Winchesters were lead to believe that Dumbledore would stop trying. It was two years after that when Dumbledore requested to meet with harry, discussing the reign of terror that Voldemort was creating in Britain.

Harry, at Dumbledore's request, started to train for his fated meeting with Voldemort and while his brothers were not exactly keen on the idea; they knew that it was their little brother's destiny to fight this man. Harry spend countless hours with the American Aurors, getting ready in less than a year for his fated meeting with Voldemort, seeming to have decided that Diagon Alley would be the perfect place to do it.

So here they were, Voldemort's death on Harry's hands, trying to figure out how in the world the Winchesters were going to get out of there now that there was a fan crowd growing by the minute.

"Grab tightly to my arms, all of you." Will requesting, holding out the said appendage. The Winchester brothers glanced at each other before nodding and doing as told.

A squeeze and a pop later, the Winchester's and Will opened their eyes to Bobby's run-down house as well as finding themselves surrounded by trashed cars too. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as his headache left him, but the strong ache in his stomach did not settle at all.

"I'm gonna head on in, I'm exhausted." Harry muttered, arm swinging across his stomach in the manner of almost trying to hug himself.

Harry started heading in, but Dean yelled after him. "Harry, wait," Dean struggled for some wording, "We're proud of you, kid." Harry gave them a weak smile and continued on, no doubt going to call Logan or Tom whom he still was in touch with.

Will put his hands on each of the brothers' shoulders in comfort, "It will take a while, don't get me wrong, but Harry will heal. He's stronger than you both give him credit for, and killing someone with just a disarming spell unquestionably proves that. Even with Voldemort weakened from the destruction of his horcruxes, it is surprising that Harry came out of the battle with just a few bruises and cuts." (HARRY WAS NOT A HORCRUX IN THIS STORY)

Dean and Sam exchanged a look, "We just hope that he'll be able to get past this. I mean, even if it's Voldemort, he was a person once. Besides, Harry's never really killed anything, well, that's human, even if Voldemort was barely human." Sam explained, kicking the heel of his shoe lightly into the ground.

Will shot them a look that plainly said that he understood, and cleared his throat. "Well, I better be off. Tell Harry that I'll be by to check up on him when he's doing better."

Dean and Sam both offered their thanks and said goodbye as well as William disappeared with a loud POP!

"You doing ok, Ry?" Tom Hayes looked concerned at his small friend from over their Skyping session. His friend, Logan Fitzwater, stared over his shoulder at Harry looking just as worried as Tom.

After the whole fiasco with Tom's demon mom, Harry allowed him to tell the whole story to Logan. While Logan was freaked out and disbelieving at first, he warmed up to the idea of his friend having magic and hunting down demons fairly quickly. Harry actually got to explain even more about himself to them when they started the weekly Skype calls, informing his friends about everything he could about the Wizarding World.

Instead of their friendship getting weaker from all of this newfound info about their friend, their connection got stronger. For the past three years they've seen each other grow up even more. Physically and mentally as Logan and Tom grew to be about 6 feet and constantly teased Harry about his small stature. Harry was even allowed to visit them once a year, with his brothers accompanying him of course.

So because of how much they knew about their 'Ry', they knew that he was absolutely the opposite of fine.

"For real, what are you feeling? Should we come see you?" Logan ventured, frustrated that he couldn't be with his best friend.

Harry shook his head, but then looked thoughtful. "I can maybe come and see you guys later on, but I'll be fine. I mean, it was my destiny to kill Voldemort. I shouldn't be feeling guilty for it, should I?"

Tom and Logan exchanged a look, realizing that their friend had mixed emotions about having to kill Voldemort. And they understood as well, how was one supposed to feel after killing someone?

"I know that you think killing is wrong, Ry, and I'm not saying that it isn't," Tom said slowly, "But I know you so you got to realize that you didn't have much of a choice, especially with Dumbledore breathing down your neck with all the letters he sent. You did the right thing, bro, we're on your side."

"What he said." Logan added sheepishly, not used to seeing this side of his friend who he dubbed 'The Wise and All-Knowing Tom.'

Harry and Tom made eye contact before completely losing it, laughing until their stomachs started to hurt and tears were running down their faces.

Logan looked at them both in bewilderment before he joined in, bumping into Tom accidently and making them totally fall off of the bed that they were lying on.

"Tom!"

"Go talk to him."

"Why does it have to be me? You're the girl here!"

"Let me remind you that we are both, in fact, grown men."

"Well you don't act like it…"

"Neither do you!"

"I'm older! So if there's a girl, it's you!"

"Age doesn't define gender, Dean."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"…"

"Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"For what?"

"TO GO TALK TO HARRY!"

"Oh…"

"Ya."

"…I'll go in a bit. I'm craving some pie."

Harry laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head. His lips curled into what looked to be a smile when he heard Sam and Dean argue for what seemed like the 100th time today about who should come up and talk to him.

"You go!"

"You do it!"

"I asked you first!"

"Aren't you supposed to be the mature one?"

Harry laughed out loud at that, none of the Winchesters could be defined as 'mature', especially Dean.

A small 'hoot' sounded from the window as the sound of Hedwig's wings fluttered against it. This time, Harry smiled outright at the thought of his beloved animal.

He quickly padded to the window and opened it up to have Hedwig fly right into this face. "Hedwig!"

Almost four years ago, Harry had left his room at Privet Drive also having to let Hedwig go for her own safety. Luckily, Hedwig showed up a few months after that, arriving at Bobby's door perfectly fine and in good shape. She hadn't let him out of her keen eyesight since, except to go on hunts.

Hedwig flew over to her perch, a huge dead rat dangling in her claws as she started to preen herself. Harry scrunched up his nose in distaste as the smell wafted throughout his small room.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door and Harry sighed in amusement, knowing it was one of his brothers, if not both.

"Come in!"

Just like that the door opened to reveal his two brothers looking sheepishly around the room. Harry chuckled and beckoned them over to his bed where they sat down.

"Hey, little bro, how goes it?" Dean said casually, until Sam whacked him upside the head. "Ow! What was that for?"

Sam rolled his eyes and then turned to face Harry, "You doing ok, I know that we're not much but we'll always be here for you."

Harry nodded, "I know that I'll always have you guys and I'm doing better. I've already talk to Tom and Logan, they had a lot to say as well. I'm just glad that this is all over with."

Sam and Dean looked at Harry with calculating eyes, as if judging his level of truth to the words. "Ok, but if you ever need to just get away for a while, we'll let you go see Logan and Tom if you want."

Harry let his eyes widen, "Alone?"

Sam and Dean nodded distractively, "We've talked about it and you're old enough now for us to stop making most of the calls. But we also agreed that you have to stay in touch with us the whole time and you have to take Bobby's new car. It's the safest."

"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me! I'll go tell Tom that I'll see them in a week so that he can warn Logan!" Harry jumped up and was prepared to go downstairs to call him when strong arms encircled him into a hug.

"You know that we love you right?"

"Of course! I wouldn't be able to get away with half of the stuff I do if you didn't."

Laughter followed Harry all the way down the stairs.

The End

And that's it, guys! I know that I left a lot of things unsaid and the ending isn't the best, but I've been the busiest ever this year. I know that's not a very good excuse but I also didn't have any idea where this story was taking me. There have been so many people asking me to update and what this chapter would be about that I just had to get this off my chest. I've been working on this chapter before I even started this story, this was my very first chapter that I wrote of Harry Winchester. I hope that this turned out ok, and while the story is over, I'm also thinking of maybe writing some one-shots of the Winchester brothers on random hunts or bonding with Harry. If there's anything at all that you guys are confused about, just private message me and we can get it all cleared up! Thanks for all the reviews and favorites!

Sincerely, Magster