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Summary: Harry takes a break during a lull in the War and meets the most interesting people in the most mundane of places. HP/SPN/Buffy(eventually)

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Chapter One: Displaced



Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, Buffy or Harry Potter.



WARNING: Will eventually contain Slash (M/M). This will not be explicit for the most part and explicit chapters will be clearly marked. Read at your own risk!


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“Hey, um sorry, that’s my seat,”

Sam looked up to see a tiny looking British guy smiling at them apologetically.

“Oh, um...yeah, sorry, it’s my brother he’s kind of...” Sam looked at Dean who was glaring at him despite the fact he’d gone pale and was breaking out into a cold sweat.

“A nervous flier?” suggested the Brit with a wry smile hoisting his back pack into the overhead storage bin.

“Yeah, you could say that, do you mind taking the window?”

“Not at all,”

“Great,” breathed Sam relieved as the teen grabbed a book and slipped deftly past them into the window seat buckling his seat belt.

“So, you’re coming from England?” asked Sam trying to make polite conversation.

“Yeah, I’m taking some time off before college,” he said.

“Cool, I’m Sam by the way, and that’s Dean,”

“Hey,” Dean mumbled fastening his seatbelt and examining the safety pamphlet with frightening intensity.

“I’m Jamie, Jamie Black, nice to meet you,”

“Flight Attendants please check your part of the cabin before our departure,” said the Pilot over the intercom.

Jamie buckled his seatbelt and tightened it, flashing a smile at the stewardess. He then buried his nose in the book while the flight attendants went over safety procedures and the plane moved onto its runway.

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to this stuff!” Dean snapped at him, “The plane could crash and you could die!”

“Dude, try to relax,” Sam said.

“Dude, try to shut up,” Dean barked.

“Listen to your brother; the chances of a plane crashing are incredibly slim, especially compared to the chances of getting in a car crash. Besides even if something goes wrong and the engines stop working or we run out of fuel or something all the pilots nowadays are trained to glide their aircraft to a safe landing,” the teen said trying to be reassuring.

“You sound as if you’ve got that memorized,” Sam pointed out to cover up Dean’s slightly hysterical chuckle.

“My friend Hermione is a nervous flier too, we had to take a plane to Romania last Christmas and she told me to keep repeating it to her, it didn’t really help her, but hey I figured I’d give it a shot,” shrugged Jamie.

“Your friend is a smart girl,” Dean retorted.

“The brightest girl of her age,” the teen agreed quietly.

The plane took off and Jamie stared out the window watching as the lights of the runway disappeared far below them. Dean kept a white knuckled grip on the arms of his seat until the plane levelled out. Sam tried not to smirk at his brother’s discomfort. It wasn’t very nice.

“Are you humming Metallica?” Sam asked Dean incredulously a little while later.

“It calms me down!” snapped Dean continuing his humming.

“Look man, I get that you’re nervous but you’ve got to stay focussed,” Sam said quietly.

“Your right,”

“We’ve got 32 minutes and counting, so you’ve got to take it step by step,”

“Actually the flight is another hour and a bit,” Jamie corrected absently.

“Yeah, and were on a crowded plane,” Dean muttered darkly glaring at the back of their seat mate’s head.

“We’ve got to find out who it is, and get rid of it before anything happens,” Sam whispered leaning in close to his brother.

“It’s Amanda’s first flight after the last crash,” suggested Dean with raised brows.

“Right,” Sam agreed remembering the lore he’d read on demons.

To make the possession easier they usually chose a victim with a chink in their mental armour some kind of trauma or addiction, someone with a weakness.

“Excuse me are you Amanda?” asked Dean touching the arm of the blond stewardess who passed him.

“No I’m not,” she said with the perpetual fake cheer of someone who does not like their job.

Dean leaned around his seat to look back at the bathroom area.

“That must be her,” he said.

Sam craned his neck and caught a glimpse of the pretty young blond and nodded his agreement.

“I’ll go get a read on her mental status then,” Dean sighed.

“What if...” Sam let the question hang.

“There are ways,” Dean said holding up a beat up container of holy water.

“We can go more subtle,” Sam said shoving the water bottle back in the duffel.

“What?”

“Christo,” Sam said.

“Christo?”

“It’s the name of God, in Latin,”

“Dude, I know I’m not an idiot! What will she do?” he clarified.

“Oh, if she’s the one she’ll flinch,” Sam said sheepishly.

Dean nodded and got up making his way towards the back of the plane.

“What are you guys up to?” asked Jamie casually, not looking up from his book.

“We’re trying to help this girl, she was in a plane crash, and her doctor doesn’t think she’s mentally ready to fly yet, Dean’s just gonna make sure she’s okay,” Sam lied through his teeth glad that the teen wasn’t bothering to look at him.

“That is really weird, and kind of creepy,” the teen said frowning.

“Yeah, we’re just doing the Doc a favour, he’s really concerned,” Sam said shrugging uncomfortably.

“You must owe him big time to get Dean on a plane,”

“Yeah, he helped us out of a real jam a few years ago,” Sam said vaguely.

Dean flopped back down into his seat.

“Alright, while she’s got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet,” Dean grumbled refastening his seatbelt.

The plane shook.

“Aw come on that can’t be normal!” Dean exclaimed.

“Hey, hey, it’s just a little turbulence,” Sam said soothingly.

“Sam, this plane is going to crash so quit treating me like I’m friggin’ four!” Dean hissed angrily.

“You need to calm down,”

“Well I’m sorry, I can’t!”

“Yes you can,”

Dean looked at him.

“Dude, stow the touchy feely, self-help, yoga crap and...”

“Listen to me, you will do as I say because right now you are wide open to demonic possession, you need to calm down right now,”

“Demonic possession?” queried Jamie interestedly raising a brow.

“It’s a psychology term,” Sam said quickly.

“Uh huh,” said Jamie inching further into the corner.

“Great and now he thinks we’re crazy!”

“Dean!” Sam warned.

Reluctantly Dean took a few deep breaths, letting the tension out of himself grudgingly.

“Look I found something in here that will work but we have to find the thing first,” Sam whispered.

So Dean got out his walkman turned demon detection device and began slowly prowling the aisle even poking his nose into First Class undetected. There was nothing. No EVP and barely any static. When Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder he jumped fearfully.

“Dude, don’t do that!”

“Anything?”

“Nothing, how much time do we got left?”

“Fifteen minutes,” Sam said.

“I don’t know Sam I’ve been everywhere, maybe it’s not on the plane,” Dean suggested.

“Do you really believe that?” asked Sam.

“I will if you will,”

Then Dean’s walkman began to sound the proverbial alarm and Dean stared in abject horror at the co-pilot.

“Dean, Dean what is it?”

“Christo,” Dean said.

The co-pilot flinched and turned around to stare right at them, his eyes were as black as night. It then proceeded into the cockpit and Sam and Dean couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lock sliding into place.

“She’s not gonna believe us,” Sam said.

“Dude, twelve minutes!” Dean returned.

Together the brothers made their way back into the bathroom area where Amanda was putting away a few things.

“Hey, flight not to bumpy for you I hope,” she said smiling at Dean.

“Actually that’s kind of what we wanted to talk to you about,” Dean said as Sam drew the privacy curtain closed on their conversation.

“Look this is gonna sound nuts but...there really isn’t time for the whole the truth is out there speech so...”

“We know you were on flight 2485,”

“Who are you guys?”

“Now we’ve spoken to some of the other survivors, we know something brought down that plane and it wasn’t mechanical failure,”

“We need your help to stop it from happening again, here now,” Dean added.

“I’m sorry; I have to go back,”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I’m not gonna hurt you okay,” Dean said soothingly while stopping the frightened stewardess from leaving.

“Look, listen to me, the pilot from 2485, Chuck Lambert, he’s dead,”

“Wait what? Chuck is dead?”

“He died in a plane crash, now that’s two plane crashes in two months, that doesn’t strike you as strange?”

“Look there was something wrong with 2485, maybe you sensed it maybe you didn’t, but there’s something wrong with this flight too,”

“Amanda you have to believe us,” Dean said intensely.

Faced with the stares of the two brothers Amanda caved and told the brothers.

“On 2485 there was this man, he had these eyes...”

“Yes! That’s exactly what we’re talking about!” Sam said.

“Well I don’t understand, what are you asking me to do?” snapped Amanda.

“Okay the co-pilot we need you to bring him back here,” Dean said.

“Why? What does he have to do with anything?”

“No time to explain, we just need to talk to him,”

“Well how am I supposed to just go into the cockpit and get the co-pilot...”

“Whatever it takes, do whatever it takes, tell him there’s something broken back here, whatever you need to say to get him out of that
cockpit,” Sam said.

“Do you know that I can lose my job if I...”

“Well we all can lose a lot more than that if you don’t help us out!” Dean hissed.

“Alright,” Amanda agreed.

She pulled back the curtain resolutely only to reveal Jamie Black standing with his hands on his hips.

“Are these two bothering you, Miss?” he asked raising an eyebrow at Sam’s guilty expression.

“Not at all, sir, please return to your seat, I’m just helping these gentlemen,” Amanda said smoothly slipping past him and going towards
the cockpit.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Jamie demanded of the brothers.

Sam and Dean traded exasperated and halfway desperate looks.

“We think something’s wrong with the plane, and we’re just trying to talk to the co-pilot,” Dean said firmly.

“Uh huh, well I guess you won’t mind if I wait with you and listen in,” Jamie said stubbornly leaning against the wall as if he belonged there.

Dean sighed and Sam opened his mouth to try and shoo away their audience but there was no time. Dean reached into his inner pocket and
handed Sam their Dad’s journal and Sam flipped immediately to the appropriate page.

“Now what seems to be the problem,” asked the co-pilot poking his head in only to be punched in the face by Dean.

Sam pinned the much smaller Jamie against the wall as Dean slammed the co-pilot against the floor and slapped a piece of duct tape over his mouth.

“What are you doing you said you were just going to talk to him!” exclaimed Amanda.

“Get off me Sam you psycho prick!” growled Jamie.

Sam gasped in pain when he got a knee to the butt from the tiny British teen.

“We are going to talk to him!” Dean replied pouring the holy water all over the co-pilot’s chest.

The man began to struggle and burn the water eating through him like acid.

“What do I do? What is...”

“Look we need you calm, we need you outside, don’t let anybody in, can you do that?”

“I...”

“Can you do that? Amanda?”

“Okay, okay!” she agreed slipping out of the alcove.

“And you stop squirming!” Sam added putting more force onto Jamie.

“Hurry up Sammy!” Dean growled beating on the co-pilot.

Sam began to chant in Latin, he barely got through four lines when the Demon knocked the holy water out of Dean’s grip and sent Dean flying into a wall. He crushed Sam and Jamie up against their wall with inhuman force and Jamie choked on a pained whimper.

Dean pulled the Demon away and Sam and Jamie both collapsed into sitting positions, Sam moved closer to the book and started reading again. The lights flickered and the co-pilot ripped the tape off his mouth and pulled Sam close by the front of his shirt.

“I know what happened to your girlfriend,” it taunted, its voice strange and echoey from the mouth of the co-pilot, “She must have died screaming, even now she burns!”

“Ungh!” Dean grunted slamming his fist into the Demon’s face once more.

“Sam!” Dean exclaimed when Sam continued to stare at the Demon’s face in shock.

Sam began to read the exorcism again but was forced to drop the book and help his brother hold onto the writhing demon. The demon kicked the book straight out of the alcove and into the aisle.

Jamie staggered to his feet and trying to be calm he grabbed the book Sam had been reading from and slipped back inside in time to see the co-pilot collapse unconscious and the black smoke flee out of the his mouth and into the air vent.

“Bloody hell,” he whispered wide eyed.

“Where did it go?” asked Sam.

“Into the plane, hurry up we’ve got to finish it!” Dean exclaimed.

“Here, Sam!” Jamie said handing Sam the book.

The lights started flickering wildly and the plane lost altitude dropping fast. People began screaming and the three boys were rolled around the alcove pretty good. Dean braced himself in a corner screaming bloody murder while Jamie curled up in a ball at his feet bracing his sneakers against the wall in an attempt to keep himself from being tossed around.

Sam picked up the book from where it had fallen flipped madly for a second and began shouting in Latin to be heard over the screaming of the people. There was a great crashing sound and then the plane levelled out and the lights stopped flickering. The screaming stopped and the entire plane began cheering as people turned to their neighbours to make sure they were alright.

“Hey, kid, you okay?” Dean said addressing his feet shakily.

“I think you might be right about planes,” breathed Jamie heavily rolling onto his back.

Dean laughed and helped the teen to his feet.

“What was that thing? Some kind of curse?” asked Jamie examining the body of the co-pilot.

He was unconscious but breathing steadily and although there were burnt holes in his shirt the flesh underneath was intact.

“Curse, what? How?” Dean said furrowing his brow.

“How am I not freaking out or in denial?” suggested Jamie.

“Uh, yeah, okay that works,” said Dean.

“I’m a wizard,”

“A what?”

“A wizard, you know, wands, brooms, cauldrons, pointy hats...a wizard,” Jamie shrugged slipping out of the alcove and heading back to
their seats.

“Okay...I’ll examine that statement later, but that was a Demon possessing the co-pilot,” Dean said sliding into the middle seat.

“Dean?”

“He knows about the supernatural,” Dean explained shortly.

“Oh...”

“Yeah, sorry, I called you a psycho prick, it seems kind of rude considering the fact you were trying to save my ass,” Jamie grinned ruefully.

“No problem,”

“So how did you guys know there was a demon on the plane?”

“Well we’re Hunters, it’s kind of our job, um...a friend our Dad helped out with a nasty poltergeist called us and said there was something
fishy about the way the plane Amanda was on, flight 2485, crashed. He found some EVP that said ‘no survivors,’ once we figured out that it was a demon who was trying to finish what he’d started we called all the survivors and found out that Amanda was the only one scheduled to fly for awhile, we figured the demon would try and get to her in the air, since that was its MO,” Sam explained.

“And they say America is a good place to get away from it all,” said Jamie shaking his head.

“What about you? Where were you headed?”

“New York, I figured it’s got plenty of hustle and bustle and touristy type things to keep me occupied until I have to head back,” shrugged Jamie.

“So you’re a wizard, what exactly can you do?” asked Dean curiously.

“Right now? Very little, I’m working on next to nothing, magic wise, that is. Usually though, I can do pretty much anything if I have my wand. I can levitate things, and turn matchsticks into pins, um...I can fly really well to, on a broom, not by myself,” Jamie said modestly.

“Cool, um...there’s not really any delicate way to put this so I’m just going to say it, do you eat little kids, or suck out people souls or any of that other witchy mumbo jumbo,” Dean asked.

“No! How can you ask that?”

“It’s just all the different legends...”

“Not to mention the things we’ve come across that call themselves witches,”

“Well, they’re not very nice,” Sam finished lamely.

“I don’t suck souls, or eat kids, though I’ve been on the receiving end of both,” Jamie said, “Not every witch or wizard is nice, but the same can be said of all humans, besides America has no real magical community, that’s why I came here,” Jamie explained.

“Sorry, like we said it’s kind of our job to make sure nothing supernatural is snacking on the general populous,” Dean said bluntly.

“Tell you what; I’ll prove it to you,”

“That’s not necessary...” Sam started.

“How?” Dean asked.

“Take me with you, you’ve derailed all my other plans, this way I get my vacation and you get to monitor me twenty four seven to make
sure I’m not dangerous,”

“Look Hunting isn’t a vacation, it’s dangerous, you could get hurt or killed,” Sam said glaring at his brother.

“Story of my life,” Jamie shrugged.

“Dean back me up here,” Sam ordered.

“I don’t know Sammy,”

“Come on you can’t seriously think that Jamie is a danger,”

“I don’t want innocent lives on my hands! If he wants to come Hunting, it’s his choice, I’ll be glad to keep an eye on him,”

“Good, then it’s settled,” nodded Jamie firmly turning back to his book.

Sam looked at Dean, who was busy reviewing the safety procedures again, and made a resigned, disapproving noise in the back of his throat. He glared moodily at an entry about demons in his father’s journal for the rest of the forty or so minute flight back to the airport where the plane could be thoroughly tested for mechanical damage.

Sam and Dean took a minute to say goodbye to Amanda and accept her gratitude before they returned to the Impala.

“Wow, that is enough to make me wish I knew how to drive,” said Jamie upon getting his first glimpse of the shiny black muscle car that was Dean’s baby.

“All the sweet talk in the world isn’t gonna change my mind,” Dean warned him not quite able to keep his lips from lifting into a proud grin.
Sam rolled his eyes as Jamie and his beat up looking ruck-sack slid into the back seat.

“Come on Sammy, we don’t have all night,” Dean called.

“It’s SAM!”

“Whatever, Bitch,”

“Jerk,”


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AN: Here’s the first chapter of a story I’ve been meaning to post for awhile now. Hope you enjoyed.

Please Note:
-The year is 2006 and Harry is 25 turning 26, a few months younger than Dean.
-Voldemort is still alive and kicking and the Harry Potter storyline is AU after the events of Book Five. Therefore this story will not adhere to canon pairings in any way shape or form.
-Harry is using the name Jamie Black in case Voldie decides to put his name under geas.
-This will eventually be a Buffy crossover but not for awhile yet.

Also since I don’t have pairings worked out yet feel free to make suggestions, I’m going to want a pretty even mix of het and slash (m/m) pairings, and the only thing I don’t want is Harry/Ginny, Ginny/Draco or Sam/Dean.
So in conclusion please review and let me know what you think.

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