It has been fifteen years since my younger brother was taken from us. His name was Jamie. His name was actually James but that's what we called him. He is my twin brother and is younger than me by five minutes. The day he turned eleven was the day he disappeared. Dad was devastated; we are still searching for him to this day along with the thing that killed our mom.
"What are you thinking about Dean?" Sam asked. I looked up at him and down at the gun in my hands. "Is it Jamie again?" he asked. "It's been fifteen years Sam, how do we know that he is still alive?" I asked. "Dean, there is always a chance. Who knows, maybe one of these days we will find him." Sam said. "I sure hope so, I can't take not knowing what happened to him." I said. The gun in my hand was the one that Dad had given to Jamie before he disappeared.
"What do you remember about Jamie, Sam?" I asked. "Not much, I was only seven when he vanished. But I do remember that Jamie would read me stories before bed. He always made sure that there were no monsters under the bed." Sam said. "I did that with him when we were little." I said. I put the gun back in the bag and went into the bathroom to clean up from our latest hunt. Soon I crawled into bed and fell into a light sleep.
*Halfway across the world*
It has been nine years since I was put into Azkaban for something I didn't do. Over the years I lost a lot of weight and I was now able to fit through the bars and get out of there. I stood up and I was determined to get out of there. I slipped through the bars and transformed into my secret animagus form. I can transform into a hawk and into a wolf. I flew out of the wizard prison through a window at the end of the hall and flew across the ocean.
I landed when I got to the first piece of land I could find. When I did, I then apparated to a secret location, that I hid my wand and a bunch of papers and money. The wand that the ministry took from me was not my actual wand but a spare that I bought in France. I rested in the broken down house for a while.
My dreams were scarce and filled with terrors of my past. When I woke my one true goal was to find my brothers and the one thing I had to go on was to head to Bobby's. I gathered everything I had in the backpack and apparated to Singer's Salvage.
I smiled for the first time fifteen years when I saw the familiar dump and the trash strewn yard. I stumbled towards the front and knocked on the familiar door.
I walked towards the door thinking that it was Rufus or somebody else. When I did I saw a very thin man with a backpack and very shaggy black hair and beard with striking green eyes that were very familiar. On his forehead I saw a very thin scar that was familiar as well.
"Jamie?" I asked. "Hey Bobby," he said before collapsing. I caught him and brought him inside and laid him on the couch. What surprised me more was how light he was and how pale he was. "Damn kid, what the hell did those people do to you?" I asked. I pulled out my phone and called up John.
"John, it's Bobby. I know that you are trying to do two things at once but I think I've solved one. I found Jamie. He's at my house, he looks really bad. Get your ass to my house now Winchester." I said hanging up. I sighed and rubbed my face before I called Dean.
"This is Ted," Dean said. "Dean it's Bobby." I said. "Hey Bobby what's up?" he asked. "You are not going to believe this but Jamie showed up at my doorstep." I said. "Are you sure it's him Bobby?" he asked. "You think I'm stupid boy? Yes, I'm sure. Now get your butt to my place. Your brother looks really bad." I said. "How bad?" Dean whispered. "I'm surprised that he is still alive." I said. "Right, Sam and I are on the way, did you call dad?" he asked. "Of course, I left a message for his stupid ass." I said. "Right, we're leaving now. Take care of him until we get there Bobby." Dean said. "You got it, see you soon." I said. I hung up the phone and looked at Jamie.
His clothes were extremely baggy on his form and I knew that if I took it off I would be able to count his ribs. I knew that he was probably dehydrated so I had to do something. Fortunately for Jamie I had a bag of saline and an IV. I hooked him up and waited for him to wake up or for his brothers to get here. I felt his forehead for a fever and thankfully he didn't.
"You Winchester's are going to be the death of me." I said. I noticed the bag that he had dropped on the floor. Curiosity struck me but I didn't want to invade his privacy, it was the only thing he had with him. "Come on kid, you need to wake up and tell me what's wrong." I said. Then I realized that he really isn't a kid anymore. We missed his entire teenage years; I just hope that when he wakes up that he will tell us who took him.
I knew that it would take Dean at least a day to get here so I just had to make sure that there weren't any wounds on his body. I sighed and took a pair of scissors and cut his shirt. What I saw confirmed what I feared, he was really skinny, I can't imagine what he went through. Thankfully he didn't have any wounds so I stayed up and kept watch over Jamie. Before I knew it Dean and Sam showed up and rushed to the door. I opened the door for them and they rushed in.
"Where is he, Bobby?" I asked. "He's in the living room." Bobby responded. Bobby looked like he hadn't slept all night; I figured that Jamie must be that bad for Bobby to stay up all night. Sam and I walked into the living room to see Jamie lying on the couch with a blanket draped over him. He had an IV in his left arm and he looked extremely different then from what he did when he was eleven.
"What happened to him?" Sam asked. "I don't know; he showed up at my doorstep yesterday with just that backpack. What I do know is that he is extremely skinny and very dehydrated." Bobby said. "You called dad?" I asked. "Of course, I just left a message for him." he replied.
I moved his hair from his forehead to see the familiar lightning bolt shaped scar. "It really is him." I said. "Right now all there is to do is to wait for him to wake up." Bobby said. "Waiting is the worse part of it though, Bobby." I said. Sam nodded and went to grab a couple more chairs as we sat and waited for our brother to get up.
"I'm going to make some coffee; I have a feeling that this is going to be a long night. By any chance have you boys seen your father lately?" Bobby asked. "Last we saw him we met up in Chicago after a case we worked." Sam said. "When was that?" he asked. "A couple weeks ago." I said. Bobby nodded and then he walked into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. I watched as Jamie's chest rose and fell due to his breathing. The one thing that I did see was that he looked like a skeleton and he was covered in scars.
"What do you think happened to him?" Sam asked. "It looks like he was tortured for years." I said. "Then how did he escape?" Sam asked. "I have no idea." I said. We stopped talking and watched Jamie for a while before Bobby came in with three cups of coffee.
"I didn't do much, all I could do was give him some saline, and by the way I need to give him another bag of saline." Bobby said. "Thanks Bobby, how long do you think he has been like this?" I asked. "By the looks of things years, possibly started when he was taken." Bobby said. "All those years of training and this is where it comes too. We can't even find out who did this to our brother." I said through clenched teeth.
Suddenly Jamie started to stir. "Please, don't hurt him. No! No!" Jamie moaned in his sleep. "Jamie, it's okay. It's just a dream. It's time to wake up." I said. Green eyes opened up and looked at me. "Dean, is that really you?" Jamie asked weakly. "Yeah, it's me." I said. "How do I know that this isn't just some dream? A way to escape the pain?" he asked. Sam took his hand and Jamie looked at him with wide eyes and then to Bobby and back to me.
"This is real." he said simply. Sam and I nodded and he pulled us down for a hug. We held as tight as we could without hurting him when somebody knocked on the door. "Your daddy got here fast." Bobby said and then headed for the door.
"Jamie, where is he?" dad asked. "In here dad." I called out. Sam and I let go of our brother and we helped him sit up. Dad then walked into the room and just stared at him. "Dad?" Jamie asked. Dad rushed towards him and hugged him.
"You need a haircut." Dad said with a smile. "I would have done that on the way here but I was too busy trying to escape England." Jamie said. "England?" we asked. He nodded and then we heard his stomach grumble. "When was the last time you ate anything substantial?" Sam asked. Jamie looked at him and then closed his eyes.
"Had to be a few days ago. I can't exactly remember." Jamie responded. "Right, I'll make some soup for ya. It's good to have you back." Bobby said and then walked back into the kitchen. "So, what can you tell us about the people who took you, son?" Dad asked. Sam and I looked at our brother and waited for his response.
"How much do you remember from when I disappeared?" I asked. "Everything. It was like time stood still when you had that letter and then you vanished right in front of us." Dean said. I nodded and took a deep breath. "The first thing I have to ask though, Dad, why didn't you tell me I was kidnapped once before this?" I asked. "I'm sorry Jamie, you were a year old when it happened. Your mother was in hysterics over it. We finally found you that Halloween, the people who took you were dead and you only had a scar on your head." Dad said. I nodded and then took a deeper breath.
"The people who took me, they were a couple, Lily and James Potter. I know, kind of ironic that he and I share a name. Anyway, they had a son that would be my age only thing is that he died soon after he was born. A friend of theirs was really concerned because their son was a part of a prophecy. They were wizards, apparently I am one to." I said. "What do you mean wizard?" dad asked.
"I did some research on our family, apparently on mom's side there were some wizards. I just got the short end of the stick. Anyway, when that letter came those people turned it into a portkey. It is a way to get to one place to another without flying and only takes about a second. When I came back to my senses I was in an office with an elderly man. He kept calling my Harry, every time he did I didn't answer so soon enough he called me James. He put a spell on me, it made me stay in England and forbid me from telling anyone of my being held captive. I had to smile and bear with it.
"The place that they took me to was actually a school. I made some friends but again I couldn't tell them about anything. I couldn't even write it down. It was like that for a few years. Every year that I was there I would end up facing something. After my sixth year the man died but I was still bound to England. So instead of going to school I vowed to get rid of the evil wizard that made my life turn upside down. When I did the ministry there accused me of killing my kidnapper and then put me in prison. That's where I was since I turned seventeen." I said.
Dad engulfed me in a hug and I cried. "It's alright now Jamie, you're home. There's no need to cry any more. You need to get some weight back on you. Why did you do this to yourself anyway?" dad asked. "It was the only way to escape. I had to fit through the bars and then change into my animagus form to get the hell out of there." I said.
"What's an animagus?" my brothers and dad asked at the same time. "It's a very complicated bit of magic; it is when witches or wizards can turn into an animal. And in some very rare cases two animals as well. I can change into two animals." I said. Bobby then came back in with some grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken noodle soup.
I smiled and took the bowl from Bobby and ate. "I forgot what this tasted like and what it felt to be around you guys." I said. "Just eat up little brother. You have a lot of weight to gain back from your nine year fast." Dean said. I smiled and greedily ate my soup.
"So what's in the back pack?" Bobby asked. "Open it up." I said. Sam picked up the back pack and opened it and nearly dropped it back on the floor. "Where the hell did you get all that money, Jamie?" Sam asked. "Well, everybody believed I was Lily and James' son that they let me into their vault. There's over a million dollars there, and it's all real." I said. Dean's mouth nearly fell on the floor.
"Dude, we're loaded." Dean said. Dad laughed and then I realized how different I must have looked to them. "After I eat my fill can I burrow some scissors, razor and a mirror?" I asked. "Of course, ya idjit. I kind of figured that you would get tired of that unruly hair of yours." Bobby said. My brothers and dad were staring at me as I ate.
"Can you guys not stare?" I asked in mid bite. They looked away and Dean got up to get a refill on my water. That's when I realized that I had a needle in my arm and that I really had to go to the bathroom. I set my bowl down and tried to stand up.
"Don't you dare move." Dad said. "I really have to go to the bathroom dad." I said. Then Sam helped me up and that's when I realized that he was taller than I am but not by much. My full height was 6 foot 2 inches, but I was down almost 90 pounds from what I used to be so that is what I needed to do. I need to gain enough what so I could start getting back in shape for hunting.
"What is it with my little brothers being taller than me?" Dean asked. I turned and smiled and closed the bathroom door. I looked at myself in the mirror for the first time in years. I didn't recognize myself, my eyes were sunken in and my eyes were a dull green. I finished my business and opened the door.
"I look like shit." I said. "Do you want us to help you with that mess you call hair?" Dean asked. "Yeah, but you say anything else I will curse you." I said. Sam smiled and had me sit down. Sam started on my hair and I started to shave my face.
"What are you boys doing in here?" dad asked after about an hour. "Jamie didn't like the way he looked so we decided to help him out." Dean said. I was just about done with my face. I had half of it done and I had already decided what I was going to be doing with it. "You should keep it like that; it's a good look for you." Dean said. "Shut up, Dean." I said. He gave me a smirk and I slapped him. I looked at my twin brother and my younger brother and I instantly felt at home.