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Title: Purgatory, Prophets, and Potions (Part 2 of 3, Chapter 6/8)
Author: hells_half_acre
Fandoms: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Rating: T
Genre: Gen
Word Count: Part 1 total: 18,990, Part 2 total: 30,253.
Warnings: Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, spoilers for Supernatural until 9x14.
AN: A demented'verse timestamp.

Summary: Kevin discovers a mirror in the Bunker and is introduced to a secret world.

Part 1 - Purgatory - LJ/AO3

Part 2 - Prophets - Chapter 1 - LJ/AO3 | 2 - LJ/AO3 | 3 - LJ/AO3 | 4 - LJ/AO3 | 5 - LJ/AO3 | 6 - LJ/AO3)


Chapter 7
(or read on AO3)

“I’ll look into it,” Harry promised Teddy, and he meant it too. He wandered back downstairs to help Ginny and Andromeda in the kitchen – his mind already thinking up plans.

He’d need a tracking spell. Ron was the best for those. Would two people be enough? If she was still in Crowley’s possession – well, that was the King of Hell – Harry might need a bigger team. He was getting ahead of himself though, first, he had to determine if she was still alive. It should be relatively simple to do so – Demons rarely warded against magic.

Two days later, Harry was standing over a map of the US in the workshop at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, watching a drop of blood roll across the surface.

“She’s alive,” Ron said, a little unnecessarily. “She’s in Wichita.”

“Okay, I’ll get a map of Wichita so that we can narrow it down even more,” Harry said. “In the meantime, you come up with a few strategies. Obviously, we don’t have that many people to choose from when it comes to the team – It’s really just you, me, and Till. I could possibly get Phil’s co-operation-”

“Harry,” Ron said, in a sigh, and Harry knew that tone, but he was not going to acknowledge it.

“I’ll be back in a half hour with the new map,” Harry said, moving towards the fireplace.

“Harry,” Ron repeated, and Harry had to stop – there was no more arguing with it. “Ron, are you honestly going to-”

“I’m retired, Harry,” Ron said. “I’m not going with you.”

“It’s Kevin’s mum, Ron!” Harry replied. “Are you honestly going to stand by while-”

“You’re Head Auror, Harry,” Ron interrupted. “You have an entire department at your disposal. You don’t need me.”

“I can’t very well bring them on a secret rescue mission though, can I?!” Harry exclaimed. “Honestly, Ron, that’s ridiculous.”

“I’m not the one being ridiculous, Harry.” The worst thing, Harry decided, was that Ron was still calm. It was Hermione’s influence and Harry hated it for a moment.

“I’ll ask Hermione then,” Harry decided.

“Harry,” Ron rolled his eyes. “Would you... have you considered that maybe, just maybe, this doesn’t have to be a secret rescue mission.”

“What are you talking about? Of course it does!”

“The Wizarding World knows about the Men of Letters,” Ron replied. “We used to have relations just two generations back. You could easily make it official again. At which point, you could send a request to the team in America – an official request – and they could do the rescuing. You don’t even have to leave home.”

“Why on earth would I do that?” Harry asked, incredulously.

“Because you’re the Head of the Auror Department, Harry!” Ron replied, only now losing his temper. “You have to stop breaking the fucking law!”

Harry stood dumbfounded for a moment. Ron took a deep breath and visibly calmed down.

“Harry,” Ron stated. “You have an opportunity here. You can legitimize Kevin’s move to London – make him an official liaison for the Men of Letters. You can also have your correspondence with Sam and Dean be official.”

“How could that possibly benefit anything?” Harry asked. “If they needed me, I’d have to go through miles of paperwork – I’d hardly be able to drop everything and just go, like I can now.”

“Did you ever think that maybe if the Wizarding World knew more about Sam and Dean, and Hunters in general, that it might benefit them? That maybe they would have more allies instead of people who blindly feared them?” Ron replied. “And more than that – maybe if they had an official relationship with the Wizarding World that if they needed help, they could ask more people than just you.”

“They don’t trust-”

“They don’t know them!” Ron interrupted. “What happened when Sam was dying?! Dean couldn’t call you, because he didn’t have the bloody mirror and he didn’t know the emergency numbers for anyone else, because you only ever gave him that bloody mirror and your own bloody name. And when it came down to it, it didn’t matter that Dean didn’t know or trust that angel did it? Sam’s life was more important to him – and look what happened!”

“So, it’s my fault?!” Harry asked. Ron was being ridiculous.

“Of course not,” Ron replied. “I’m just saying that things could have gone differently if we had taken advantage of the Men of Letter’s connection earlier instead of now.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Harry stated. “The arrangement we have now is fine.”

“So, you’re just going to take an illegal portkey to America, with a team of... I guess you and Till... against an unknown number of demons? Rescue Kevin’s mother – then bring her back here and, what? Hide her in Grimmauld Place? What if she’s been tortured to dementia like the Longbottoms and needs continuous hospital care? What if someone at St. Mungo’s could help her, but you can’t bring her there because she’s a muggle and – oh yeah – illegally smuggled into the country!? What then?”

“I haven’t -”

“-thought of that,” Ron concluded. “No, of course you haven’t. You also haven’t thought of what might happen if you go over there, without a proper strategy or reinforcements, and everything goes wrong – the Great Harry Potter mysteriously vanishes and is found dead in America!”

“I’m not going to die!” Harry replied, rolling his eyes.

“You don’t know that – the more risks you take, the more you insist on getting involved with the Winchesters, the more likely it is that you will.” Ron took a deep breath and continued, his voice softer, more earnest. “People who get involved with those two die, Harry. I’m not saying that to be cruel, or as a slight on their character – it’s just a fact. And I’m really starting to wonder if maybe you want that to happen.”

“What?” Harry found himself once again at a loss for words. “I don’t want to die, Ron.”

“Maybe not,” Ron shrugged. “But whatever you’re after – I’m worried you’re going to find death instead, Harry.”

“I’m not after anything,” Harry muttered. “I just want to help my friends.”

“If that’s true,” Ron pressed, “then you’ll do what’s best for them – and what’s best for Kevin is getting him a diplomatic visa.”

“We’re supposed to be hiding him,” Harry argued. “Not starting a paperwork trail.”

“If you really think the angels have infiltrated the highest levels of the Ministry, then we’ve got other things to worry about,” Ron replied.

Harry sighed. “I’m going to go get the other map so we can narrow down where Mrs. Tran might be.”

Ron nodded. “Just think about it, Harry. You’re not seventeen and an Undesirable anymore. You’re the head of the Auror department. I just think that maybe you should start acting like it.”

“Am I the reason why you retired?” Harry asked quietly. “Did you not like how I ran things?”

Ron shook his head. “Not everything has to do with you, Harry.”

Harry rolled his eyes, and turned to leave.

“But part of the reason I left was because I realized that I’m not seventeen anymore either,” Ron added. Harry paused. “My priorities had changed.”

Harry nodded, and put his hand on the door to the back alley.

“Mine haven’t,” he said.

“Haven’t they?” Ron asked. “Or do you just not know who you would be otherwise?”

Harry left without a replying.

*

In the end, it was a compromise. Harry and Ron were able to narrow down the tracking spell to a specific city block. When they looked up the address, they found that it was a storage facility. From there, Harry contacted the Winchesters and told them everything. The Winchesters insisted on handling it themselves, but didn’t say no when Harry offered to help.

Before Harry left for America though, he stopped by Grimmauld Place to talk to Kevin. Although Harry still wasn’t keen on Ron’s suggestion of making the Men of Letters official, he recognized that it wasn’t entirely his decision to make. He’d bring it up with the Winchesters – but first, it was only right to mention the idea to Kevin, to see what he thought.

He didn’t call ahead first, which he supposed he should have.

Teddy answered the door when he knocked. Harry suddenly found himself rooted to the spot. He had to remind himself that it was Teddy he was looking at – but his hair was brown, not coloured, and his looks were a little plainer than usual. If it weren’t for the darker eyes and the youth, he’d be the spitting image of Remus.

“My God, you look so much like your father,” Harry all but whispered.

Teddy laughed and looked at Harry like he was ridiculous. “No, I don’t. My dad was Asian.”

“What?”

“What?” Teddy replied, and then he looked vaguely horrified. “Oh shit, it’s me! I mean – I’m Kevin! Sorry!”

“What?”

“Hello, Harry,” Nate said, as he appeared behind Kevin. “We’re just getting ready to go out – Teddy is upstairs changing, do you need him?”

“Uh, no, no... I actually wanted to talk with Kevin,” Harry replied.

“Oh, come on in,” Teddy-Kevin said.

“Should I go amuse myself elsewhere?” Nate asked. “I can go help Teddy with his outfit or something.”

“No, you can stay,” Harry answered, still feeling wrong-footed. “Are you sure it’s safe for you to go out?”

“Yeah, we researched it and double-checked with Hermione,” Kevin explained, in Teddy’s voice, and with Teddy’s reassuring smile. “Even when polyjuiced, magical tattoos retain their powers – so I’ll still be untraceable, and anyone who sees me will just see someone who looks a bit like Teddy.”

“You look like Teddy when he’s sleeping,” Nate said. “It’s making me want to cuddle you.”

Kevin laughed Teddy’s laugh. “I gotta admit, I’m kind of sad I didn’t get the blue hair.”

Harry stared at Kevin in disbelief. “Can you change at all?”

“No, you need to be a metamorphagus for that,” Kevin replied, as though it was a stupid question. Harry realized it probably was, but he had been thrown off from the moment the door had opened.

“He looks just like Remus, only he has-” Harry cut himself off, realizing what he was going to say.

“Is this too weird?” Kevin asked in the silence that followed.

“No, it’s fine,” Harry tried for a smile. “But, I should probably get down to business so that I don’t keep you boys.”

“Sure,” Kevin smiled. “What’s up?”

Harry told him about Ron’s idea – reviving the contact with the Men of Letter’s in an official capacity, giving Kevin a title and official status as a sort of diplomat to the Wizarding World. His identity would remain secret, but it would mean that the certain officials, both in Britain and in the New England, would know both that the Men of Letters were once again active, and also that they had a representative in Britain. It would only be those with top security clearance, of course, but still, it’d be a risk. But it would mean that Kevin could move more freely through the Wizarding World, possibly even attend school again or pursue a career if he so chose.

By the time Harry was finished his explanation, Teddy had come downstairs – no doubt wondering where his friends had gone. At the first glance of Teddy, Harry really felt like he should have called ahead – but the boys didn’t seem disturbed at all by the intrusion.

“You look very nice, Teddy,” Harry said, while Kevin thought about what had just been said.

“Thanks!” Teddy answered, smiling his mother’s smile. “Did you see Kevin?” He asked, even though Kevin was sitting right there. “He has mum’s eyes, I think.”

“They’re your eyes too, Teddy,” Harry smiled, though it felt a little brittle. Teddy shook his head.

“Not tonight, they’re not,” Teddy said. “It’s a shame, really. He’s much more handsome when he’s himself.”

“Well, maybe, at least in the Wizarding places, Kevin will be able to go out in public as himself soon,” Harry smiled. “What do you think, Kevin?”

Kevin seemed to come back to the conversation at the mention of his name. He nodded, but not necessarily in agreement, more in acknowledgement of the topic. “What do Sam and Dean say?”

“I haven’t asked them yet,” Harry replied. “But I’m seeing them this evening, after I leave here. I’ll be traveling to America to talk with them.”

The boys all raised their eyebrows.

“The wards,” Harry said. “They wanted me to have a look at the wards on the Bunker...” it was a lie, but the young men in the room all accepted it as the truth. Harry didn’t want to tell Kevin why he was really going to America – there was no sense getting his hopes up. They hadn’t discussed his mother since that conversation at Christmas. Teddy was eyeing Harry a little suspiciously, but Teddy always could tell when Harry was lying better than most. It didn’t help that Teddy had been the one to secretly get the blood-sample for the tracking spell.

“See what they say,” Kevin said.

“And if they ask what you say?” Harry asked, because he knew how these conversations could go.

“Sometimes they said that I’d be able to go back to my life at some point,” Kevin replied. “Other times, they’d tell me that once you’re in, there’s no getting out.” Kevin shrugged. “I’ve lost everything already, so it doesn’t really matter... but, what you’re suggesting, it sounds like maybe it’s a chance to do both.”

“Is that a yes, then?” Harry asked.

Kevin shrugged. “I suppose so, but I trust them, and if they don’t like it then that’s fine.”

Harry nodded. He felt like an arse for arguing with Ron about it now. Ron had been right – it should be about what Kevin wanted, and what was best for him, rather than the fact that Harry wanted to keep his activities with the Winchesters a secret.

“Thanks, Kevin,” Harry said with a smile. “I’ll let you boys get on with your night out.”

They all stood up again, this time, Harry went for the floo powder rather than the door. Before he left though, he turned back, “Teddy, you’ll... uh, be careful tonight, right?”

Teddy rolled his eyes. “It’s hardly the first time I’ve done this Harry,” Teddy replied.

“Right,” Harry replied. He had known, of course, that Teddy took all sorts of forms when he and Nate went out, but it was quite different to see it firsthand. “It’s just... you’ll be in Muggle London, and I’m not sure you really realize-”

“Harry,” Teddy glared. “I know perfectly well what I’m doing. Besides, we’re meeting up with Penelope and the others too, so there’ll be a group of us.”

“Sorry, of course,” Harry sighed. He gave one last glance at the three of them; Nate and Kevin were both looking a little warily between Teddy and Harry. “Uh, you’ll need another sip of polyjuice, Kevin,” Harry advised. “I can see your black hair returning.”
Kevin groaned and took a flask from his pocket. He took a sip and cringed at the taste, while his hair returned to mousy brown.

“Teddy, you taste disgusting.”

“That’s what she said,” Nate stated, and Teddy punched him in the arm.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Have a good night, boys.”

“Bye, Harry!” and with that Harry threw the floo powder into the fireplace and made his way home, where there was a portkey to Wichita already waiting for him.

*

Harry wanted to see the Bunker, but Mrs. Tran was the priority, so Harry met the Winchesters in Wichita. That close, all he’d need for a tracking spell was his wand. He hadn’t brought Till, but he had him waiting on standby just in case. They’d arranged to meet in the far corner of a Biggerson’s parking lot, a block away from where Ron’s tracking spell had last found Mrs. Tran.
Once Harry had recovered from his magical, and therefore nauseating, transatlantic trip, Sam and Dean both stocked up on weapons from their trunk. It was an even more jarring sight than usual, given that they were dressed in smart suits and nice trench-coats.

“Is there a dress code for rescues?” Harry asked. He had simply worn his street clothes with his Auror robe thrown over top.

“We did some recon before you go here,” Dean explained. “We didn’t go in, but it’s a storage facility. Even during the day, there’s usually only one or two employees on hand at any given time at a place like that. We figured we might need to use our FBI aliases.”
Harry nodded. He quickly performed an illusion charm that would food any muggle into thinking he too was wearing a suit and trench.

“Nice, Cinderella,” Dean smirked.

“Did you tell Kevin what we were doing?” Sam asked.

“No,” Harry replied. “I didn’t want to get his hopes up... just in case things go south, or... well, it’s been nearly a week since Ron did the tracking spell. Things may have changed.”

“Well, there’s one way to find out,” Dean replied, nodding towards Harry’s hand.

Harry took a deep breath and lifted his wand, opening his hand so that it lay flat across it and then used one of simpler tracking spell, the kind that only work if the victim is both alive and unshielded.

The wand spun lazily in a circle once, and then, just when Harry’s heart was threatening to plummet, it reversed and then pointed consistently to the North-East. The collective breath of relief was audible.

“Alright,” Sam said. “I say we give the building a wide circle, narrow it down to what section she’s in – then we go in and request access to that section using the badges.”

Dean and Harry both nodded their agreement.

The storage facility, as it turned out, took up most of the block. Beyond it was a fairly thick wood. The trees provided great cover for them as they moved around the building. Harry could spot a few security cameras here and there, but they were pointed towards the building rather than away from it.

No one spoke as they walked. At first, Harry thought it was to remain stealthy, but when it became apparent that there were no dogs or security patrolling the area, he realized it was actually a rather tense form of silence that came when two of your party members weren’t on speaking terms with each other.

“So, how’s everything with you two?” Harry asked.

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Great,” Harry replied. It was one of those rare times where Harry would have preferred to be proven wrong.

“I need to discuss something with you after we’re done here,” Harry said. “About uh.... Kevin and-”

“Okay,” Sam cut Harry off. Dean just seemed to glare at the building more intensely.

“Okay,” Harry repeated. “Well, so far, it looks like we want the North-East corner. We can go down the other side to confirm before looping around to the front.”

The Winchesters both nodded, and that was the last words they spoke for another ten minutes. When they reached the road again, they brushed the dirt off their pant legs and then all three of them made their way to the main office.

A short guy with glasses came to the desk from the back room at the sound of the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, hi,” Dean said, as he and Sam pulled badges from their pockets. Harry didn’t have a badge to pull, so he just made sure to project an air of authority. “Agent Nicks, McVie, and Buckingham. Need to take a look at your, uh, rental records.”

“Uh, my manager’s not here, I don’t think I should-” the kid started to say, but Dean cut him off.

“Hey! The records, pal!”

“Yeah, Barry!” the kid yelled toward the backroom. “Bring out the rental binder!”

Another short bespectacled teenager appeared with a thick binder, passing it to the first teenager who handed it over. Dean started immediately leafing through it. Sam meanwhile, caught Harry’s eye and motioned to the wall – where there was a map of the facility. Harry tugged on Dean’s sleeve and led him over to the wall a little, while he flipped through the book.

“Corridor Q,” Harry whispered, motioning to the wall.

Dean quickly flipped a few pages. “Okay, it’s all leased to the same guy – a D. Webster.”

“D. Webster?” Sam asked. “As in, like, Daniel Webster?”

“Well, I know a lame Crowley in-joke when I see one,” Dean muttered with an eye roll.

“I don’t get it,” Harry admitted. “But, I’ll take your word for it.”

“It’s a reference to F-” Sam started to explain.

“You guys say D. Webster?” the teenager asked.

“Yeah,” Dean replied. “Yeah, you – you seen him?”

“Uh no,” the kid replied. “I know his name from the records – he’s leasing another unit on the other side of the facility. I could show you.”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Dean replied. Then he turned back to Sam and Harry. “You guys go check out corridor Q. I’ll go with, uh, Del, the funky homosapien.”

Harry realized that he never bothered to read the employee’s name tag. He watched Del lead Dean off towards the other side of the facility, and then he and Sam both broke into a jog to get to Corridor Q.

Chapter 8