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Fic: Damned Demented Demons 18/32 (SPN/HP)

Title: Damned Demented Demons 18/32
Author: ME!
Fandoms: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Warnings: Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, Spoilers up to 4x17 for Supernatural.
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean belong to Kripke, Harry Potter belongs to Rowling.
A/N: I thought that the Battle of Hogwarts took place in Spring 1997...so that's what I based my timeline on. Since then I've seen that most sources have it in 1998. Ah well. In this story it's 1997. The events of the story take place sometime in early 2009.
A/N to chapter 18: Apparently I suck at writing fights. My apologies.

Summary: In which demons are battled and we say goodbye to Malfoy

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"How many?" Sam asked.

"Roger, two others," Harry answered.

"Sam - you and Phil get Roger. You two," Dean motioned to Harry and Draco, "stick with the plan."

"Yes, sir," Harry said.

"Dean..." Sam spoke lowly. It would make much more sense for Sam to take on two demons while Dean only took on one.

"Sam," Dean said, and the 'don't you dare argue with me on this' was clear. Sam glared back, but then sighed and gave Dean a nod. Dean turned back to Harry and Malfoy and continued, "I'll try to draw their attention away from you, it'll help you if let them underestimate you, so act scared and useless or something."

Harry looked a little concerned, and Malfoy looked as though he wanted to vomit.

"Good job, man!" Dean said impressed, "that's perfect."

"Stay behind me," Sam told Phil. Sam knew the demon couldn't throw him, and if he could block Phil from being thrown, then this could go very smoothly. So smoothly, Sam hoped he they could take care of Roger and the other two demons before anyone got hurt.

It'd be better if Sam didn't have to use the Latin, but unfortunately he had no choice. If it'd had just been him and Dean, he may have considered disobeying Dean's order not to use his abilities, but he couldn't let the wizards see how different he was. Harry knew, and had been remarkably understanding, but Malfoy worked for the Department of Mysteries. Sure, Malfoy worked in Britain and it was the American Department that had the interest in Sam, but he couldn't risk it. It was obvious that Phil didn't trust Malfoy, and Sam hadn't had an opportunity to figure out why that was. Harry seemed to trust him, yet Harry had also insisted before that Malfoy wasn't a friend of his. There were too many variables, so Sam knew he had no choice but to follow Dean's orders to only use the Latin.

With a nod to Dean, Sam flung open the door and ran towards Roger, while Dean ran full tilt, already flinging holy water, at the other two demons. Roger was still behind the security desk, but standing now. Sam flung a spray of holy water at him. The demon seemed to attempt some sort of deflection spell, but it amounted to nothing and the water singed and steamed while Roger flinched and snarled, eyes turning black in anger.

"A bit old fashioned for you, Winchester," Roger growled, though it was hardly menacing seeing as how the vocal chords the demon was working with were still that of a boy in his early twenties. Sam didn't bother to respond and simply flung another stream of holy water. Sure enough, the demon raised a hand as if to throw him, but couldn't. Phil was still fully blocked by Sam's frame, and Sam was thankful that so far the plan had worked. He already saw the thick black lines appearing on floor behind the demon, as Phil muttered incantations behind him.

*

Harry ran out behind Dean, covering Draco, who was the only one among them without some sort of combat training. Of course, Harry knew Draco could handle himself in a duel, but this was different, even Harry was out of his element with this enemy.

Dean ran towards the two demons. One of which held a wand, the other didn't. A spray of holy water from the bottle Dean carried hit both, and Harry watched their eyes change as they flinched in pain.

"Avada -" the demon with the wand said, aiming directly at Dean.

"DOWN!" Harry yelled, as his heart seized at the words.

"-Kadavra" the demon finished, as the blot of green light hit the open air where Dean had been a half-second earlier. Dean gave Harry a concerned glance from the floor, but in the next second he was up and throwing himself towards the demons again with the holy water. Harry could only guess the expression Dean must have seen on his face. Harry shook himself mentally and focused on the task Dean had assigned him, glancing down briefly at the paper clutched tightly in his hand. If the demons were using the killing curse, Dean needed Harry to do this as fast as possible.

"You idiot!" Harry heard the wandless demon say, "you could have hit the wizard!"

"Trying to put Winchester back in his place. I bet he misses it - the way they screamed," the armed wizard replied.

Dean chose that moment to throw all his remaining holy water on both demons, while moving swiftly to the left, flanking the demons between him and Harry.

"Stop pussyfooting around and fight!" the demon with the wand snarled. "Afraid of a little magic? Afraid to come close enough to use the knife?"

"I'm not afraid of anything, you son of a bitch," Dean replied, surging forward so abruptly the demon took an instinctive step backwards.

"Avada-" The demon raised the wand again, now that Dean was practically at point blank range.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry cried, and the demon's wand flew towards Harry.

The plan had worked, as both demons glanced at Harry, seemingly only then remembering that Dean wasn't their only opponent.

"He wasn't fighting you," Harry said with a smile, "he was herding you."
 
Harry was sure that the smile on Dean's face mirrored his own, as the demons both looked down simultaneously to discover Harry's perfectly drawn devil's trap under their feet.

"Sam?" Dean asked, turning to check on his brother.

"All set here, Dean," Sam replied, while glaring coldly at Roger.

Dean smiled and looked around the room, and Harry watched his smile falter and a look of concern replace it.

"Malfoy?" Dean called, "Dra-"

Suddenly Malfoy appeared directly beside Dean, a disillusionment charm unraveling from the head down.

"Here," Malfoy said, calmly, smiling slightly as Dean jumped.

"Read," Dean said, giving a Draco a small annoyed glare.

Draco began to read the exorcism in a clear crisp voice, even Harry had to admit that his pronunciation was remarkable.

The demons looked frantic, eyeing the devil's traps, and the exits, falling to their knees.

"Still your father's dog, Dean," the wandless demon started speaking through gritted teeth. Harry watched Malfoy's eyes slide momentarily off the Latin and give Dean a brief wide-eyed glance.

"Read faster," Dean said, and Malfoy eyes darted back to the page, as he continued at a quicker pace.

"That's all you ever were, an obedient dog" the demon continued, "You've just changed masters. I wonder what your daddy thinks of you now, after what you've done."

"Dean, shouldn't we interrogate them?" Sam's voice piped up from across the room. Malfoy's Latin slowed momentarily.

"Just keep reading," Dean said, as he shook his head. "I've had enough of these bastards to last a lifetime," Dean laughed bitterly and turned away from them. He began picking up the discarded empty water bottles that ringed the devil's trap.

"Dean..." Sam said, over top of Malfoy's crisp voice.

Dean leveled a glare at Sam, just as Malfoy neared the end of the exorcism. The black smoke escaped the bodies in front of them in horrifying screams, then sank to coals and returned to hell. The bodies slumped. It seemed that Roger was unconscious, but the two strangers quickly opened their eyes and began to look around in fear.

"Phil, you look after Roger. The rest with me," Harry commanded, and then moved towards the two former vessels. Dean was already there, a hand on the arm of one of them.

"Hey, you alright?" Dean asked kindly, "we have to get out of here."

The man seemed dazed, but nodded and stood. Harry moved to help the other, and soon they were moving up the stairs and out of the American Ministry. Leaving Phil behind to alter Roger's memories.

"Sit down for a moment," Harry said, and directed the two strangers to a park bench.

"What happened? I don't understand...I couldn't...there was..." one of them spoke.

"My friend here is going to answer all your questions, alright?" Harry said calmly, and pointed to Malfoy. He motioned for the Sam and Dean to step off to the side with him. Malfoy moved in front of the two strangers and Stupefied them both with one spell.

"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed.

"What?" Malfoy replied, then shrugged, "It's easier this way."

"Fine," Harry sighed, passing Malfoy the confiscated wand so that he could return it when he was done.

He moved Sam and Dean a little bit away from where Malfoy worked, not wanting their voices to interfere with the memory charms.

"We could have found out what they were after," Sam was saying in a hushed tone, "We need to know if they're connected with the Dementors, and whether they're working for Lilith, and what the hell they're trying to do."

"We already know they're connected with the Dementors," Dean replied harshly, "we also know what they want. The one in Phil already told us all we need to know."

Sam's mouth snapped shut from whatever he had planned to say, and Dean took it as an opportunity to continue.

"We know that the Dementors were brought over by the demons in a plan to put us out of commission while Harry was in the country or maybe permanently," Dean said, then smiled. "Either way, their stupid plan totally backfired on them."

"Right," Sam said, "but we don't know why..."

"Yes, we do," Dean continued. "Obviously, they want Harry for some reason. Not only that, but they want him alive, which is an advantage for us."

"I'd say it was an advantage for me too," Harry said. "I hate it when people want me dead."

Dean smiled, but Sam still looked a little angry.

"But we don't know why they want him," Sam pointed out.

"I think it's safe to say that they don't want to invite him over for tea and crumpets," Dean deadpanned.

"But if we knew why, we'd would be one step ahead of them, we would know what to do," Sam said.

"We are a step ahead of them, Sam," Dean said, now sounding just as exasperated as Sam. "We know they want Harry, and we know they want him alive, so all we have to do is keep Harry safe and we win. Doesn't matter if we know what the plan is or not, we'll still ruin it."

"How do you know they want me alive?" Harry asked, because, quite frankly, it was starting to really concern him that demons wanted him at all.

"When he shot that spell at me," Dean explained. "First, you freaked out, so I'm guessing it probably could have killed me. Then the other demon said that he was an idiot and could have killed 'the wizard'. Demons sure as hell know that I'm not a wizard, so they couldn't have been concerned about offing me, and they couldn't even see Draco, and Phil was way across the room."

"What was the spell? The red one?" Sam asked. "It hurts a little, but it doesn't kill you."

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam, "It was green," then he laughed. "Dude, it actually sounded like he said 'Abrakadabra'."

"It's the killing curse," Malfoy's voice spoke up from behind Harry. "It would have killed you instantly."

The laugh died on Dean's lips, but then he just shrugged.

"Well, that explains the look on Harry's face then, and it also means that I'm right," Dean said. Sam was still staring at Malfoy, as though maybe the killing curse had hit Dean. Harry glanced over his shoulder to where the two vessels had been sitting on the bench. One of them was wandering away down the path, the other was stretched out on the bench, seemingly asleep.

"The one without a wand was some poor Muggle," Malfoy explained, following Harry's gaze. "I told him there had been an attempted mugging, that he'd been hit on the head, but I had scared off his attacker. The other was another security guard for the Ministry. He'll remember that he got a little sleepy during his patrol and sat down for a minute. When he wakes up in about twenty minutes, he'll assume that he fell asleep. He won't ever tell anyone, for fear of losing his job."

Harry nodded, "Thanks Malfoy, I owe you one."

Malfoy practically growled, "No, you don't."

"You can kill people instantly?" Sam asked suddenly, and Harry winced at the tone.

"We can, but we don't," Malfoy replied coldly. "It's an Unforgivable. Plus, judging by your armory, you and your brother are quite capable of killing people instantly too, so I wouldn't judge."

Harry watched as comprehension suddenly dawned on Dean's face.

"So, back inside, before the fight..." Dean began, "Phil was accusing you of killing people?"

Draco bit his lip, and Harry decided to answer for him.

"There are three Unforgivables. Phil was out of line, but he wasn't necessarily accusing Draco of being a murderer."

"What are the other ones?" Sam asked.

"Um, there's the Imperius curse," Harry answered, "It forces people to do whatever you tell them. And then there's the Cruciatus curse. It's a torture curse, inflicting unimaginable pain on the victim, but leaving no wounds."

"I only ever attempted the Cruciatus during the War," Draco offered, "but I was never very good at it. The Dar- uh, Voldemort - used to just laugh at my attempts."

"You have to mean it. Actually, casting the Cruciatus is quite the rush when you get it right," Harry said, before his brain could catch up with his mouth, and then he realized what he had just admitted. "Shit, I..."

Draco was looking at him with wide-eyes, Dean was blank-faced, but pale, and Sam...Sam was giving him a look that seemed to say, Shut-the-hell-up, you idiot, before darting a glance towards his brother.

"I only did it once," Harry finished, then added softly, "successfully."

Dean laughed mirthlessly. "Don't worry about it," he said, "All's fair in love and war, or something like that..."

"The point, I was trying to make," Draco suddenly said, voice drawling more so than usual, "before that conversation became so awkward," he leveled an exaggerated glare at Harry, "was that Dean is quite correct in his assessment that the demon had no qualms about killing him, yet did not want to kill Harry; which indicates that it is important Harry stay alive in order for their plans to come to fruition."

"Right, so..." Dean said, shooting a grateful look at Malfoy, "All we have to do is keep Harry safe, and we're good."

"We still don't know why the Dementors are here," Sam said.

"I believe they are here for the sole reason of drawing Harry to this continent," Malfoy said. "It's well known in the Wizard World that Harry's abilities with the Patronus charm are more advanced than any living wizard. If any country were to have problems with Dementors, Harry would be the top of the list of people to call in for help - either to confront the Dementors himself, or train others to do so."

"Hm," Harry said, "makes sense. Maybe all I have to do is go back to Britain then, if the Dementors are only here because of me."

"No," Dean said immediately, "if the Dementors didn't work, they would only step up their game.You're better off here where we can keep an eye on you."

"Lucky you, Potter," Draco drawled, "looks like you get an extended vacation with your new friends. Do try not to reveal all the secrets of the Wizarding World to them, would you."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"And on that note," Draco continued, "as much as I'd love to stick around and possibly get killed by demons, I'm going home."

"Wait, but, you could help us read the file," Harry said. "We still need to know why the Department of Mysteries wants Sam and Dean."

"You already know why," Draco replied staring intently at Harry.

"What? Why?" Sam asked. Draco turned to him.

"They just want to interview you," Draco said, "I've read your file. You two have had an...interesting...life. Whatever you are involved in now, it's big enough to concern both our worlds, and you two are somehow in the middle of it. The department wants to ask you about it, as you'd be far more co-operative than demons would be."

"An interview...that's it?" Dean asked, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"To begin with, anyway," Draco fidgeted nervously, "but..." he glanced at Harry and then back at Dean, "...it might be for the best if you didn't let them. They'd want to take control. Whatever you are involved with, they wouldn't trust you with it. Maybe they shouldn't, I don't know...you're Muggles and Hunters, so you're both stupid and dangerous." Malfoy shrugged at their raised eyebrows. "It's what they'll believe anyway. I'm just trying to warn you."

"They sounds like the Feds," Dean smiled. "Think they have it all figured out, when they know absolutely nothing."

"Oh, they know plenty," Draco replied, "but, you probably have enough to worry about right now. Plus, no matter what they think they can do by controlling you, I have a feeling it'd be pointless."

Draco leveled another significant look towards Harry, and Harry knew that he was thinking about the prophecy, about how Voldemort had tried to prevent a prophecy before and only succeeded in insuring that it would happen. The Department would get the Winchesters to listen to the prophecy, and then possibly they would try to interfere with it. It would indeed be pointless, and would only succeed in frustrating the Winchesters, possibly turning them against the Wizarding World. Harry mustn't forget that they were Hunters, regardless of how nice they had been to him so far.

Sam and Dean both nodded, agreeing with Draco. Harry found himself nodding too.

"Now, I meant what I said about going home," Draco said. "It's almost breakfast in Britain and Astoria will wonder where I am."

"Right," Harry said, checking his watch. "Thanks again, Malfoy."

"Uh, Har- Potter?" Draco said, suddenly tentative. "Before I go, I was wondering if I could have a word about my son."

Harry furrowed his brow, "Scorpius, right?"

"Yes, that's his name," Draco replied rolling his eyes. He cast a slightly embarrassed look at Sam and Dean, who simultaneously caught on and started wandering slowly backwards and glancing anywhere but at Harry and Draco. Harry bit back a smile, and Draco rolled his eyes again.

"Listen, Potter," Draco said, "I'm not going to tell Scorpius about...about you and I in school."

"You aren't telling him about the War?" Harry asked, confused, "He's going to find out eventually..."

"No, I'm going to tell him about the War, idiot," Draco replied. "How else is he going to understand the looks we get when we walk down the street!" Draco snapped his mouth shut, as though he had spoken a secret, and Harry grimaced. The looks Malfoy got in Diagon Alley were no secret, and Harry didn't want to think about Draco's son getting them as well.

"What I mean is..." Draco began again, carefully, "I'm not going to badmouth you in front of my son."

"Oh," Harry said, "uh, thanks?"

Draco rolled his eyes yet again, and Harry started to wonder if it were possible for someone to roll their eyes so much that they fell out of their head. Then Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes, briefly...maybe they hurt from all the rolling.

"I'd appreciate it if you showed me the same courtesy," Draco said cautiously. Harry was confused. "I just don't want..." Draco continued, but then stopped and tried again, "I am not opposed to Scorpius choosing his own friends."

"Oh," Harry said, and this time he truly did understand. "I wouldn't...", Harry started to say, but then stopped. He wouldn't have badmouthed Malfoy anyway, and he wouldn't have turned his children against some poor kid that never did anything wrong, but he knew that's not what Malfoy wanted to hear. "You have my word, Malfoy."

Draco looked relieved, perhaps simply due to the fact that the horrendous conversation was over.

"I'll even talk to Ron for you," Harry said cheerfully, then paused, "unless you're making an exception for Weasleys...?"

"Harry, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but your children are Weasleys too," Draco replied, "so, there are no exceptions. I mean what I say - he should have the choice."

"Alright, then, I'll talk to Ron about it," Harry reiterated. "I'm not making any promises, but I know Hermione will understand, so if Ron doesn't want to sleep on the couch, he'll keep his mouth shut."

"She will?" Draco said, clearly surprised, then caught himself, "I mean, I used to call her a mud-"

"You're also talking about the girl who argued for Centuar rights even after they launched a volley of arrows at her and called her an inferior species." Harry laughed.

"Well, I always thought she was deranged, I guess I should be thankful for it," Draco chuckled.

Phil returned from the Ministry then, giving the sleeping security guard an assessing look as he ran up to them.

"Roger thinks he's fallen asleep at his desk," Phil reported. "All evidence that we were there has been erased. I ended the spell you had over the paintings. It took me a bit, because you forgot to mention that it was a clusterfuck of different cloaking charms...Sir."

"Oops, sorry about that Phil," Harry grimaced.

Draco pulled a novelty key-chain out of his pocket that had a bright red miniature double-decker bus hanging from it. It looked bizarre for Draco to be holding something so colourful with his pale hands and dark clothing.

"What?" Draco said defensively. "It was a gift." Harry laughed. "It's also my illegal international port-key," Malfoy continued with a wink.

"Well, it's certainly inconspicuous," Harry said sarcastically.

"Ha ha, Potter," Draco replied evenly. Draco turned his attention towards Phil and gave him a nod. "I'm sure the pleasure was all mine, Mr. O'Shaughnessy," and then he turned to Dean and Sam, who stood only a dozen feet away, obviously having listened to everything. "Thank you for not killing me."

"Uh, no problem?" Sam answered, while Dean laughed. Draco smiled.

"Portus," Draco said, touching the tip of his wand to bright red keychain. It glowed blue for a brief moment, and Harry heard Draco count under his breath, "Three, two-"

"See ya, Drake!" Dean waved with a bright grin.

And the brief look of shock on Draco's face before he whirled away into nothing had Harry laughing his head off.

Chapter 19

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Tags: crossover, demented'verse, fic, harry potter, season 4
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