One Mistake Changes Everything 4/?
Title: One Mistake Changes Everything
Fandoms: Harry Potter/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: John/Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Rebecca/Orville Wood, Oliver Wood
Rating: T
Warning/Spoilers: Small amount of Domestic Violence
Disclaimer: I do not own either fandom.... aaahhhh shucks.
Summery: One life mistake that John makes will change the lives of his children and the Winchester's will get a new view on things.
January 25th 1979
It was early morning the day after Mary had given birth to her and John’s first born. They had decided to name him Dean after her mother Deanna who had died back in 1973. John had been against it at first but soon agreed with his wife. She was still extremely tired from the event but was happy it was over and couldn’t wait to see her son again.
John had gone home for the night so he should be here soon unless of course he decided to go into work instead. John had been working a lot lately, so much so that it got on Mary’s nerves.
One of the nurses came up. “You’re awake Mrs. Winchester, how was your nights sleep?”
“Alright.”
“Would you like me to bring your baby boy in?”
“Please.”
The nurse left, but soon came back with the bassinet the contained little Dean Winchester. “The Doctor says you can be released this afternoon if you have someone to pick you up.”
“Well my husband should be here at some point today,” replied Mary to the nurse.
“I hope so Mrs. Winchester,” she replied and left to leave the mother alone with her baby.
“Hey Sweetie, you’re mommy loves you, you know and so does your daddy,” she said rocking him back and forth. “You’re so precious Dean, Angels are watching over you.”
~*~*~*~ SPN ~*~*~*~
John came into the hospital room a few hours later. Dean was still in the room with Mary, but asleep in the bassinet next to Mary’s own bed. “How are my two favorite people in the world,” he exclaimed.
He leaned over the bassinet kissing the small child head and then walked over to Mary placing a soft kiss on her lips. “We’re both fine,” replied Mary. “Did you go to work today?”
“Just for a little bit, why?”
“John your son was just born, I thought you were going to be here earlier this morning.”
“I’m sorry, but I needed to do some work we need the money.”
“John you’re practically running the shop, we aren’t that bad of on money you can take the time to come here,” said Mary angrily. “The doctor said I could leave today can you go start filling out the release papers while I get changed.”
She took the bag that John had been holding with a change of clothes in them. John left the room as his wife had requested.
~*~*~*~ HP ~*~*~*~
Rebecca watched her two year old son from the kitchen as he played on the rug in the living room. Oliver was her pride and joy, she loved him so much. It made her uncomfortable though, the boy looked neither like her or her husband. The little boy had shaggy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
Rebecca wondered when Orville would be home; lately he had been coming home from work late. She turned back to the food she was preparing for dinner, continuing to listen to the sound effects her son made as he played. She got so preoccupied with prepping dinner that she was unaware that Oliver had abandoned his spot on the carpet until she felt the tug on the edge of her shirt. She looked down at her son who was looking up at her curiously. “Mummy, what you doing?”
“I’m making dinner Sweetheart.”
“Mummy?”
“What is it?”
“When Papa be home?”
Rebecca sighed and looked down at Oliver. She hesitated before answering him. “I honestly don’t Sweetheart.”
“Does Papa luv me?”
Rebecca looked at her son shocked and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. “Why would you ask that Oliver? Of course he loves you, he’s your father.”
“I sowy, I didn’ mean to make you angry.”
She bent down and scooped her son up in her arms. “Oh Sweetheart, I’m not angry,” she replied running a hand through his shaggy brown hair.
A tear spilt out of the corner of her eye, it fell into her son’s hair. In truth Orville never paid much attention to Oliver. She continued to pet him as he buried his head into the crook of her neck. He lifted his head from her shoulder a few minutes later. “Mummy, I hungry.”
“Alright, let’s finish dinner then,” she replied setting back down on the floor.
~*~*~*~ HP ~*~*~*~
It was later in the evening Rebecca stood in the frame of her son’s bedroom door as she watched him sleep. She heard the fire place crackle and took one last look at her sleeping son before heading down the hall to greet her husband.
She entered the kitchen to see Orville’s back as he got the leftovers out. “You’re home late again,” she said.
“I know, sorry,” Orville replied turning around to face her. He walked over to his wife and embraced her in a small hug. “How’d ya day go?”
She sighed. “Fine.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
“Oliver got a little upset today.”
“How so?” Orville asked.
“He doesn’t think you love him,” she replied looking up to her husband.
She watched him stiffen at the mention. She spoke up before he could say anything. “I don’t blame him for it, you neglect and ignore and never give him any attention.”
“I try, I do, but for some reason I just can’t.”
“No, you don’t try or at least you don’t try hard enough. What is wrong with you?”
“He’s nearly three years old and still hasn’t shown any signs of magic.”
“So, he’s just a late bloomer.”
“And if he’s not a late bloomer. There has never been a Squib in the Wood family line and it won’t start with my son, so tell me Rebecca is he really mine?”
“What? Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be? You’d really love your son less if he was Squib. I’m ashamed of you Orville Richard Wood, I’m ashamed to have married to you. You’re no better then You-Know-Who,” she bit out at him angrily.
In a knee jerk reaction Orville slapped his wife across the face. “Don’t ya dare compare me to that sorry sack for wizard,” yelled Orville.
He stormed away and slammed the door to their bedroom. Rebecca was in shock as she held her hand to her now red cheek. Tears spilled from her eyes, how had things gotten this way.
Oliver lay in his bed wide having heard his parents fighting because of him. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears leaked out from eyes and ran sideways down his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose.
Fandoms: Harry Potter/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: John/Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Rebecca/Orville Wood, Oliver Wood
Rating: T
Warning/Spoilers: Small amount of Domestic Violence
Disclaimer: I do not own either fandom.... aaahhhh shucks.
Summery: One life mistake that John makes will change the lives of his children and the Winchester's will get a new view on things.
January 25th 1979
It was early morning the day after Mary had given birth to her and John’s first born. They had decided to name him Dean after her mother Deanna who had died back in 1973. John had been against it at first but soon agreed with his wife. She was still extremely tired from the event but was happy it was over and couldn’t wait to see her son again.
John had gone home for the night so he should be here soon unless of course he decided to go into work instead. John had been working a lot lately, so much so that it got on Mary’s nerves.
One of the nurses came up. “You’re awake Mrs. Winchester, how was your nights sleep?”
“Alright.”
“Would you like me to bring your baby boy in?”
“Please.”
The nurse left, but soon came back with the bassinet the contained little Dean Winchester. “The Doctor says you can be released this afternoon if you have someone to pick you up.”
“Well my husband should be here at some point today,” replied Mary to the nurse.
“I hope so Mrs. Winchester,” she replied and left to leave the mother alone with her baby.
“Hey Sweetie, you’re mommy loves you, you know and so does your daddy,” she said rocking him back and forth. “You’re so precious Dean, Angels are watching over you.”
~*~*~*~ SPN ~*~*~*~
John came into the hospital room a few hours later. Dean was still in the room with Mary, but asleep in the bassinet next to Mary’s own bed. “How are my two favorite people in the world,” he exclaimed.
He leaned over the bassinet kissing the small child head and then walked over to Mary placing a soft kiss on her lips. “We’re both fine,” replied Mary. “Did you go to work today?”
“Just for a little bit, why?”
“John your son was just born, I thought you were going to be here earlier this morning.”
“I’m sorry, but I needed to do some work we need the money.”
“John you’re practically running the shop, we aren’t that bad of on money you can take the time to come here,” said Mary angrily. “The doctor said I could leave today can you go start filling out the release papers while I get changed.”
She took the bag that John had been holding with a change of clothes in them. John left the room as his wife had requested.
~*~*~*~ HP ~*~*~*~
Rebecca watched her two year old son from the kitchen as he played on the rug in the living room. Oliver was her pride and joy, she loved him so much. It made her uncomfortable though, the boy looked neither like her or her husband. The little boy had shaggy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
Rebecca wondered when Orville would be home; lately he had been coming home from work late. She turned back to the food she was preparing for dinner, continuing to listen to the sound effects her son made as he played. She got so preoccupied with prepping dinner that she was unaware that Oliver had abandoned his spot on the carpet until she felt the tug on the edge of her shirt. She looked down at her son who was looking up at her curiously. “Mummy, what you doing?”
“I’m making dinner Sweetheart.”
“Mummy?”
“What is it?”
“When Papa be home?”
Rebecca sighed and looked down at Oliver. She hesitated before answering him. “I honestly don’t Sweetheart.”
“Does Papa luv me?”
Rebecca looked at her son shocked and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. “Why would you ask that Oliver? Of course he loves you, he’s your father.”
“I sowy, I didn’ mean to make you angry.”
She bent down and scooped her son up in her arms. “Oh Sweetheart, I’m not angry,” she replied running a hand through his shaggy brown hair.
A tear spilt out of the corner of her eye, it fell into her son’s hair. In truth Orville never paid much attention to Oliver. She continued to pet him as he buried his head into the crook of her neck. He lifted his head from her shoulder a few minutes later. “Mummy, I hungry.”
“Alright, let’s finish dinner then,” she replied setting back down on the floor.
~*~*~*~ HP ~*~*~*~
It was later in the evening Rebecca stood in the frame of her son’s bedroom door as she watched him sleep. She heard the fire place crackle and took one last look at her sleeping son before heading down the hall to greet her husband.
She entered the kitchen to see Orville’s back as he got the leftovers out. “You’re home late again,” she said.
“I know, sorry,” Orville replied turning around to face her. He walked over to his wife and embraced her in a small hug. “How’d ya day go?”
She sighed. “Fine.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
“Oliver got a little upset today.”
“How so?” Orville asked.
“He doesn’t think you love him,” she replied looking up to her husband.
She watched him stiffen at the mention. She spoke up before he could say anything. “I don’t blame him for it, you neglect and ignore and never give him any attention.”
“I try, I do, but for some reason I just can’t.”
“No, you don’t try or at least you don’t try hard enough. What is wrong with you?”
“He’s nearly three years old and still hasn’t shown any signs of magic.”
“So, he’s just a late bloomer.”
“And if he’s not a late bloomer. There has never been a Squib in the Wood family line and it won’t start with my son, so tell me Rebecca is he really mine?”
“What? Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be? You’d really love your son less if he was Squib. I’m ashamed of you Orville Richard Wood, I’m ashamed to have married to you. You’re no better then You-Know-Who,” she bit out at him angrily.
In a knee jerk reaction Orville slapped his wife across the face. “Don’t ya dare compare me to that sorry sack for wizard,” yelled Orville.
He stormed away and slammed the door to their bedroom. Rebecca was in shock as she held her hand to her now red cheek. Tears spilled from her eyes, how had things gotten this way.
Oliver lay in his bed wide having heard his parents fighting because of him. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears leaked out from eyes and ran sideways down his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose.