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California Dreaming

After the next ‘splashdown’ Harry was pleased to find himself laying in a very comfortable and elegant sleigh bed. He looked around and saw beautiful hardwood floors and a stylish bedroom. He could smell the fresh ocean air wafting through the open windows that billowed the beige curtains out with every breath it took. He was also pleasantly surprised to find a head full of sandy blond hair resting on his left arm and a firm athletic female body pressed against his. He looked at the woman beside him and was amazed at her beauty.

Taking advantage of this restful time he delved into the mind of this incredibly lucky Harry. Using the mind arts he managed to learn with the first jump he found the man’s story. He looked for the point where their lives diverged, and once he found it, he reassessed the ‘lucky’ or ‘unlucky’ status of his doppelganger.

This Harry’s first year was exactly the same until they tried to protect the Philosopher’s stone. They were delayed by Filch who was patrolling the area and once Harry finally made it to Quirrell, he and Voldemort had discovered the mirrors tricks. Harry and the defense teacher began dueling and it only took mere moments for Harry to be hit with the Cruciatis and was writhing in pain on the floor. If not for the intervention of Dumbledore, who joined the duel when he arrived, Harry would have died or been committed to St. Mungo’s. The two (or if you counted Voldemort, three) wizards dueled impressively, but Quirrell was able to slip away with the stone. Within days Voldemort used the stone and his diary Horcrux to reanimate his body. It was this early ascension that made the Wizarding world go straight to hell.

Dumbledore took the trio aside and began giving them personal lessons on survival, knowledge of Tom Riddle, and powerful light magic. It was at one of these lessons that Voldemort came calling once again. This time his combined force of giants, wraiths, Death Eaters, and werewolves were more than enough to destroy the castle’s defenses. Albus had only enough time to order Fawkes to save Harry, Hermione, and Ron before the battle begun. The students were trapped and the professors were forced to defend on their own. Dumbledore, Flitwick, and McGonagal were the only professors that were able to escape. They found out later that Voldemort culled all muggleborn children and imprisoned the half bloods.

Realizing that they were in extreme danger each professor agreed to take a student far off and train them as an apprentice in the magical arts. Flitwick and Ron fled to Belgium where the dueling professional taught Ron all the tricks in the book to dueling as well as creating a master in charms. McGonagal spirited away Hermione to Ireland trained her to duel as well as perfecting other abilities. She also trained Hermione how to use her feminine qualities to her advantage. Dumbledore and Harry remained in country but were constantly on the move. Through Albus’ spy, Severus, he learned of the Horcruxes. Severus did not realize the importance of the information, but Albus and Harry began their hunt. In the meantime, Harry was trained to become a master in a wide range of magical arts as well as basic survival.

The path to the final battle entailed many twists and turns. Much of their success was due to luck and the work of Severus. They managed to find the Horcruxes in Gaunt’s house easily enough, but the trips into Gringott’s, and the cave were harrowing to say the least. It was again through luck that they happened upon an escaped convict, Sirius Black, who escaped to find and help Harry. This led to the discovery of the necklace. They happened upon the diadem when they made an excursion into the building. Sirius knew of the Room of Requirements, and thought that if the mad tosser was going to hide something in Hogwarts that the room would be the perfect place. In the process of running away from the Death Eater teachers the trio happened upon imprisoned students and freed them. Many of the half breeds scattered once they made it to safety, but some of the incarcerated stayed on. The Weasley and Patil twins both vowed their allegiance to Dumbledore, as did Neville, Susan Bones, and Seamus Finnegan.

The world was in an uproar when the next to last Horcrux was destroyed. Voldemort had finally overthrown the muggle government and began culling and enslaving the English civilians. It was time to force Voldemort’s hand. The call went out to McGonagal and Flitwick. It was time to bring all powers to bear against the madman. They reunion between the trio was one of Harry’s happiest moments of his life. They had all grown and hardened into warriors. Flitwick brought with him a contingent of European wizards that sympathized with the British plight. McGonagal brought a smaller number but still helpful force with her as well.

They assembled in the Shrieking shack and began the attack on a fog shrouded night. They needed the cover to mask their movements, it was then that they received word that Voldemort was in the castle and made their move. It was supposed to be a quick strike assassination, however, when they were spotted by a certain blond haired Slytherin it became a bloodbath. Students joined in on one side or the other as they saw just. Under the cover of the fog the attackers were able to hold their own and had actually claimed the grounds before the morning sun rose and burned through the blanket. They were surrounded and taken prisoner. Voldemort enjoyed torturing the young lad who was destined to kill the psychotic, by forcing him to watch as each person who fought with him were put through the Cruciatis until they finally sliced the offending heads off their bodies. When no other conspirators were left Harry was given his wand and forced to duel. Harry simply looked upon the bodies and knew there was nothing left to fight for. He stood rooted to the spot when the green light hit his body.

Severus examined the body, and whether it was through design or mistake Harry never found out, but the potion master proclaimed his death. Voldemort ordered him to take Harry to the Headmaster’s office for display. He laid Harry’s body on the desk and left the room. Minutes later Harry awoke. He saw Nagini lazily gliding on the floor. Harry conjured a blade and struck the reptile’s head into before sneaking under the invisibility cloak. He hid near the stairwell and waited. Near midnight his prey strode through the gargoyles. After closing the entrance he walked up the stairs to gloat over the death of the boy. It was only after he saw the destroyed body of Nagini did he see the blade slicing through the air.

Harry let the head roll down the stairs before he put the cloak back on, walked down the steps and out of the Magical World. He had lost everyone, and was ready to grieve as well as move on. He dropped by Gringott’s claimed his inheritance and converted it over to muggle money. He spent a couple of years in France and Spain knocking about and doing odd jobs before he got the bug to migrate once again. This time he landed in California. The lifestyle was right for him and he melted into the surroundings like a chameleon.

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling very loudly through the window, “Hey! Scarhead! Wake up!”

For a brief moment he thought Draco was in California, then his brain registered the voice. He opened the window to see a muscle bound and tattooed man sporting a military issue haircut. “What do you want Jarhead?”

“Mother of all surf conditions! Get your ass down here!”

Harry looked to the beautiful woman and called down, “Hold on, be there in a second.” Harry walked over to the woman trying hard to remember who she was. Finally, the name Georgia popped in his head.

She turned on her side and propped her head on her arm leaving her breasts uncovered. “So, what did Captain Jerkoff want?”

“Georgia, what else does that idiot want? He says it’s the mother of all waves out there.”

She leaned up and kissed him on the lips and said, “Well, it’s either that or beer. I’d much prefer to surf.” She ran her fingers across Harry’s back as he pulled on some trunks. “Hold on, I’ll get Lizzie up. She’ll pout all day if we don’t take her with us.”

Harry stopped for a second trying to figure out who Lizzie was. Examining the knowledge this man knew, he discovered that Georgia was a lifeguard, she wasn’t a live in girlfriend, but she spent a lot of time with him. It was in this process that he discovered his other three girlfriends securely tucked away in the doppelganger’s mind. However, none of his girlfriends were named Lizzie. Shaking off the implications, Harry walked down the stairs and toasted a bagel. He put strawberry cream cheese on both halves just as Georgia came gliding down the stairs with a black Labrador trailing behind her. “Hey Lizzie girl!” Harry called. He was rewarded with a healthy lick and tail wag before he slid the saucer down to Georgia.

She was wearing a pink bikini with black Umbro shorts over her bottoms. “What you waiting for, let’s go!” she ordered as she took a bite from her bagel. Harry followed the tight ass swinging in front of him all the way to the garage where she keyed in the security code. An awaiting Jarhead stood aside as the garage door slid open. Harry had to stop his eyes from becoming the size of saucers. He saw next year’s model of a Jeep Cherokee sitting before him with surfboards tied on top. The other side held a the newest black Mustang convertible parked beside a couple Kawasaki racing bikes. Looking at the keys in his hand and to his friend he tossed them to him.

“Feel like driving?” Harry asked, “I think I have other things to attend to.” He said while eyeing his girlfriend hungrily.

“Hell yeah! You never let me drive!” the Marine exclaimed. Harry was hit by the man’s real name from nowhere. It was Dixon.

“Is it ok for you, if I let Dixon drive?” Harry purred into her mouth before they kissed.

“Yes.” She was just as hungry for him.

Lizzie jumped in the back and curled up in her doggie carrier, Harry closed the door and joined Georgia in the middle row. The trip began innocently enough as Harry kissed and nibbled on the blonde’s ear, but as Dixon turned off the driveway and onto the main road Harry unbuckled his seat belt and kneeled at Georgia’s feet. He pulled her black umbro shorts down to her ankles and pushed the fabric of her bikini bottom to the side. Harry leaned in and began circling her swollen lips with his tongue. She began moving her hips trying her best to get him to make the move into her blessed slit. He was driving her crazy. Harry strung along his young play thing for several minutes before he finally flicked the now swollen button with his tongue. She nearly came with that action and grabbed his head with her hands bringing him further into her.

Her moans and pleas were quite distracting to Dixon and caused him to run off the side of the road, Georgia ordered, “Keep your eyes on the road you Dickhead!”

Harry was back in action and she finally came, rather loudly. When he was finished, Harry decided to have a little bit of fun with this reality. He leaned up and let his fingers casually play in her opening as he told her, “If you think that is something, wait until tonight.”

Georgia breathlessly asked, “What about Shelby Lynn? You said you were taking her out tonight.”

“I’m going to take both of you out, wine and dine both of you, then come home and fuck both of you… together.” He declared as a matter of fact.

“What if.. what iffff,” she shuddered as she came once again, “What if she does not want…”

“Then I’ll call Samantha, or Ashley. I’m sure they will join in.” he decided to play with her just a bit more and asked, “You want to do that, don’t you?” She nodded, but that was not what he wanted, “I asked you if you were wanting that. I want to hear you beg me for it.”

Georgia looked down into his shamrock green eyes and said lustfully, “I want your dick in me anyway possible, if it means I have to fuck another girl to get it, then so be it!” she pulled him up for a kiss and after biting his lip roughly added, “So, yes I want it!”

They were on the verge of all out fucking when they noticed the Jeep was no longer moving and it wasn’t until they heard Dixon clear his throat… loudly, that they even cared. After a quick slap on the ass as they got out the Jeep, the three of them got their boards and a very happy dog and headed for the beach. On the way there Dixon hung back and shook his head, “How the hell do you get a woman like that to practically beg to share you?”

“It’s a talent.” He scanned the beach and found several women sunning themselves. “I tell you what, you pick out four girls by ten, and by the end of the day, I’ll have at least one of them in your bed.”

“My bed?” Dixon sneered, “You’re the ladies man…”

“I intend on taking care of my mates.” They crashed into the water with their boards and jumped into one and started paddling.

“Ok, you’re on.” Dixon said, “But I know it won’t be easy.”

Harry looked at his watch and saw that it was eight in the morning. “You got two hours.” Harry started paddling like he saw some people do in a cheesy American television show out to the area most other surfers were stationed. He got out there and waited and watched. Finally, some decent waves kicked up and he jumped up on his board. If he was such a natural on the broom, surely this would not be a challenge. He was wrong.

Harry had not made it ten feet before he wiped out brilliantly. It was a direct face plant into the Pacific Ocean. The black haired wizard climbed back aboard the offending piece of wood (or whatever the hell it was made out of) and swam back another ten feet. Deciding to ‘cheat’ just a little he examined the man’s life and found the talents to surf. Harry copied it and absorbed it into his own lifeline. The knowledge was immediate and with the next wave he rode it almost all the way to shore. Harry had to admit that surfing was the closest muggle activity he ever came to riding a broom.

Over the next hour and a half Harry kept enjoying the time on the water until he saw Georgia wave to him. Harry rode in and nearly collapsed on the beach. He did not realize how much muscle power it took to surf. “What’s up?” Harry watched her fluff a blanket on the sand and they both sat down.

“Dixon said he wanted to tell you which women he wanted.” Georgia looked at him suspiciously, “Now, what does that mean?”

“That means I’m trying to give him a woman to worry about, so he won’t be so worried about our sex lives.”

“Ok, I can handle that.” She said as she hugged up to his arm.

“You know this means I’m probably going to have to ‘get my flirt on’ with complete strangers?” he asked with a cocked eye to the woman beside him.

“Yeah, but at least I know where you’ll be spending the night tonight.” She purred as she lay back on the cover.

It took ten more minutes for Dixon to appear from behind them, “Hey guys.” He fell face forward on the blanket beside Georgia.

Georgia looked down at him to see the former Marine looking directly at her breasts, “Getting a good look?”

“You better believe it.” He shook his head to clear the beautiful image and turned to Harry, “I found them.”

“Where are they?” Harry asked leaning up on an elbow.

Dixon pointed out a brunette with blond highlights laying on a beach with her bikini strap unclasped fifty feet to their left. There was two blondes with boards ten feet in front of them, and then there was a black haired beauty sitting by herself with a book near the cars. Harry looked at all of them and asked, “Well, I think I’ll start with the bookworm. She is probably the hardest catch of them all.” He looked over to his friend and ordered, “Well, get your arse in the water. I can’t have you screwing it up for yourself. I’ll just bring whichever one I get over here and call you home. You can do the rest… I hope.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Dixon grabbed his board and ran into the surf.

Harry in the meantime turned around and got a good picture of the woman he targeted. Drawing on his doppelganger’s knowledge of women he began talking aloud, “Book on a beach… likes reading about life instead of living it… probably wants to be daring, only needs the right outlet…Purple one piece… thinks highly of herself… and wants a man who can match it… probably very active in the community… and needs a good fuck more than anyone else on this beach.”

Georgia looked back at the girl and then to Harry, “I wonder what the hell you said about me?”

Without flinching he smiled, “I bet you would,” and got up to stalk the target. He made towards the Jeep and called for Lizzie. She galloped along and followed with him right by the woman in purple. Harry was up for a challenge and made a point to turn off his veela charms that he picked up recently. He did not even glance at her as he made his way to the Jeep. Once there he got out a toy for Lizzie and began walking back. Harry waved his hand at her and a gentle breeze caught the pages of her book. Knowing human nature as he did he knew she would look towards the horizon and directly at him…. Perfect! “So, a bit breezy up here by the gas guzzlers.” Harry looked over her shoulder and asked, “What are you reading?”

The girl shrugged, “Some book I have to read for Sociology.” She showed the cover, “It’s called Generations…”

“…By Strauss and Howe. Yeah, it’s a good read but it can be repetitive, once you learn about the generational archetypes, you are pretty much golden.”

“Not if you don’t know much about history. You have to put them in their historical times.” She argued.

“I disagree, the historical times are driven by the generations…”

“So, you’re telling me that if Thomas Jefferson was alive today,”

“… he’d probably had worked in a Starbucks, invested in a bunch of Dot coms, then ended up living in his parents house like so many others of us have. Yeah. He would.” That was the kicker. She broke into a laugh and introduced herself as Alaina. Harry could understand why Dixon liked this girl, she was beautiful. As he talked to her over the next hour, he knew that they were hardly good matches, and she clearly outclassed his jarhead friend, but he made a promise. In the end, she declined the offer to spend the day with them, but she did give Harry her number if he ever wanted to debate Sociology again. She let the idea drop that they were going on Spring Break in two weeks, maybe they could get together then.Harry could not help but to notice the subtle wink she gave him as he stood. So, being a red blooded male he did the only thing any red blooded male would do and took the number back to his Jeep for safekeeping.

He next decided to target the brunette. He began speaking to himself again, “The way she displays her body, she wants people to take notice…she likes to relax… this may even be a vacation…ahh, recently divorced…or maybe even simply wanting a one night stand…if I were to bet, she’s probably waiting for a knight in shining armor… a perfect fit for Dixon.” Where Alaina was the hardest mark, this girl would be the easiest. He simply had to wait for his opportunity. He found it within ten minutes of setting his sight on her. To her left two boys were filling buckets up with water and pouring them around their castle, when one of them noticed the lady. The two of them stalked after the brunette and were about to splash her with water to make her jump up when Harry put his hands on their shoulder, “I don’t think you want to do that.”

The sunbather looked up into the sun and was able to distinguish what was about to happen. She gave a withering look at the boys and dismissed them, “Get out of here you little pervs!”

Harry gave her a shocked look and said, “Well, ok. But, you don’t have to be rude about it, I was just trying to help.” Harry started to stalk off.

“Wait!” He hid a smile because she definitely took the bait. “Come back, I didn’t mean you.” Harry walked back to her as she clasped her top back on, “You can certainly have a seat.” Harry was right, she needed a knight in shining armor. Now it was time to replace his knighthood with that of Dixon’s.

He flopped down and introduced himself, “I’m Harry.”

She smiled a dazzling smile and replied, “I’m Kolessa.”

They talked for a quarter of an hour before he brought up his friend. She was impressed that he was a marine, and when Harry pointed him out to her, she was eager to meet him. As the conversation died down and they sat basking in the sun, Harry asked, “So, do you want to join us for the rest of the evening?”

“Who is ‘us?’” she asked looking at him oddly. “Because I’m not ready for any freaky stuff?”

Harry smiled and shook his head, “No, nothing like that. I mean would you like to join Dixon, myself, and my girl Georgia for the rest of the night?”

“Kind of like a date with Dixon?” she asked. Harry had to admit that she was slow catching on, but he knew she was still hooked.

“Yeah, you can call it that.”

She paused and looked at the marine. “Sure, count me in.”

A sudden inspiration hit him once again, “Ok, well we’ll have to pick up my other girlfriend on our way, but how would you like to go to Vegas tonight?”

“Vegas?” she asked before she thought for a second and sighed, “Sorry, I’m going through a messy divorce and I just don’t have the money right now.”

Harry shook his head, “It’s on me.”

“It’s on you?”

“Yep, I’ll take care of the rooms…”

“I think I’ll take a room of my own,” she looked to Dixon who was getting out of the surf to rest, “I’m not quite ready to do that yet.”

“At least give him a chance?” Harry pleaded.

“Ok.”

He dropped his voice low and said secretively, “But, don’t tell them where we’re going, they don’t even know!”

Kolessa giggled and gave him a hug before they got up and she picked up her blanket and walked arm in arm with Harry to his friends. He introduced them and was satisfied to see her sit beside Dixon and strike up a conversation. He looked at Georgia and began undressing her with his eyes. She smiled and nudged him with her elbow, “Stop that! That’s for later.” Georgia relaxed into his arms and asked, “So, how many numbers did you get before you got this one to join us?”

“One.” Harry admitted openly.

“Only one?” she raised up to look at him and poked at his ego, “You’re losing your touch.”

“Oooh, now you keep that up and I won’t let you in on my big secret.” Harry watched her eyes light up and put a finger to her mouth, “Don’t ask.” He kissed her and ran his tongue into her mouth lightly before he got up and told the group that he had to run some errands. He walked back to the Jeep and pulled out his cell phone, when he sat on the hot seat and cranked up the air conditioning he saw Alaina’s phone number sitting on the console. He flipped the phone closed and looked over his dashboard at the empty spot she once gracefully filled. Harry flipped it back open and called the number she gave him.

She answered on the third ring, “Hello?”

“Hey, Alaina, this is Harry, we met earlier on the beach.”

“Well, hey, you certainly don’t waste any time.”

“Not when a beautiful woman such as yourself is involved.” Harry smiled at how cheesy it sounded, but he knew that was what the girl wanted to hear.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he could tell that she was trying not to sound like he slightly melted her heart with that comment, but she failed. “So, why did you really call me?”

“Look, I’m heading to Vegas this afternoon on a trip with some friends.” He started to explain before she cut him off.

“I’ve got classes this week. Remember, I’m in college.” She sounded a bit put out at his lack of attention to detail.

“I know.” He conceded, “But, that’s why I’m calling. I’m not sure how long I’ll be out of town and I wanted to make sure that you keep your Spring Break open for me.”

“What day?” Harry could hear her flipping through a date book.

“The whole Break.” He stated matter of factly. “Friday through the next Sunday.”

“Harry, I don’t know what type of girl you think I am,” Harry smiled, he knew exactly what type of woman she was, “But, this is a bit forward.”

“Ok, well, if you aren’t up for a whirlwind trip to Europe I’ll find someone else to go.” He waited for a second to let it sink in before saying, “I’ll talk to you later.” Harry promptly hung up and waited for a second to call the Mirage in Vegas and book four rooms. He knew this Harry always booked extra rooms in case his lady friends actually wanted to have their own space. When he hung up the phone he was a bit surprised when it chirped an alarm that he had a voice mail.

Harry called the number and was unsurprised to find Alaina’s voice somewhat pleading, “Uh, Harry, I…I’m sorry that I… Aww, hell, what am I saying, If you haven’t already asked someone to join you, I’d love to go… Just no hanky panky!” Harry smiled at her struggle to keep her pants on even over the phone. Smiling to himself he muttered, “Need to get some rail passes, with sleeper cars, maybe even a stay in a hostel or two.” In his mind he was already charting out their destinations. Harry then called a number and spoke into the phone a coded password, “The bolt of lightning strikes at the close of July.”

He heard a click over the line and a goblins voice scratch through the lines, “This is GoldenWood, Mr. Potter, what do you need.”

“May your gold be plentiful.” Harry greeted before he asked, “Sir, I need about 40,000 galleons converted over into dollars and wired to my American account by this afternoon.”

“Closing password?” the ever efficient banker asked.

“The dawn of wizards begins with the fading of the lightning bolt.” Harry could tell that even though this man was living an amazing life, he carried with him some amazing baggage.

“Then it shall be done.” GoldenWood closed the connection and Harry turned his attention to his friends. They continued to play for a bit in the surf and as the sun hung low Harry began cleaning up their area.

“What you doing? There’s still plenty of sunlight left in the day.” Dixon asked shaking the water out of his ears.

“I’m getting ready to head out of here and go…” he looked at the ladies and smiled, “Somewhere.” He saw Kolessa’s eyes brighten and she giggled as she pulled up her blanket and got ready to go.

Harry and Kolessa linked arms and he called over his shoulder, “It would definitely be nice if you joined us!”

Dixon looked to Georgia who simply shrugged her shoulders, “I have no clue.”

“Yeah, but if we want to have fun, we better follow.” They gathered their belongings and boards. Lizzie jumped into her spot and they ran to Harry’s house to get their things for the trip. When he told the others they were going to Las Vegas he slipped to the backyard to make a phone call.

On the fourth ring the phone was answered, “Hello.”

“Shelby Lynne, I have a question.” Harry asked over the phone.

“Don’t tell me you’re calling our date off.” She huffed.

“Nope, I just wanted to ask what you were doing for the next couple of days.” Harry asked as he leaned against the wall in his chair. He looked over his deck to the water crashing on the small cliff below.

“Just work, Why?”

“Well, catch a cold and call in sick. I’m treating Dixon and a new friend of his to a trip to Las Vegas. I was wanting to know if you would like to go with me and Georgia.”

There was a pause before she asked, “Who’s Georgia?”

“One of my other girlfriends.” Harry stated with little emotion.

“I thought we were exclusive.” Harry could hear a bit of pain in her voice. “I mean, you said you loved me.”

“And I do, I also love Georgia, Samantha, and Ashley. Hell, I met another girl today that I would like to add to that list.” Harry paused to let the information sink in again before pushing, “Look, hon, I’ve never said we were exclusive. I’m sorry if I ever led you to believe that, but I want to know if you are up for the trip?” She said nothing and Harry waited before adding, “Shelby, I do love you. I’ve never lied when I said that, and if you can’t accept the fact that I love others as well as you, then I’d hate to say good bye.” Harry concentrated and let a small veela tune hum through the phone. Harry did not know if this was going to work but he was most certainly going to pull every trick he had up his sleeve.

He finally heard her catch her breath and say, “You’re a jerk, Harry Potter, but damn it… I can’t help but love you. Yes, I’ll go.”

Harry’s smile brightened, “Ok, call in sick and get your best dresses ready! We’ll be over in half an hour or so.”

Harry walked back into the house and found Georgia studying her closet with a scowl. She turned to him and complained, “I have nothing that says, ‘I’m here in Vegas and am trying to fuck my lover silly while having fun!’”

Harry laughed before he scooted her out of the way. Harry ran his hand along the clothes and said, “Scoot outta the way, let me look.” She stepped to the other side of the door as his hand stopped on a dress she never wore anymore and with a touch he transfigured it into a violet strapless dress that accentuated her athletic legs, and revealed just enough of her cleavage to leave men wanting her. “How about this, you haven’t wore it since I bought it last week.”

Her mouth dropped open and she lamented, “I never saw that! Damn, that’s fine!”

“So, I guess you like it?”

“Yes!” she took it from his hand and went to change. Harry followed and after a bit of showering, flirting, and foreplay they finally separated themselves long enough to dress. He put on a plain white button down under a jet black jacket. He broke out his favorite blue jeans and finished it off with a pair of well worn boots. Tipping a form fitted felt hat onto his head he nodded, “I’m ready.”

Dixon and Alaina drove back up the driveway in Harry’s borrowed jeep. They threw their bags into the Mustang’s trunk. Harry sized them up and deemed them, “Yeah, you are worthy of coming along now.” Dixon looked eagerly at the keys Harry held in his hand.

“You already drove my Jeep, and now you think you’ll get to drive the ‘stang?” Harry asked while crossing his arms and looking to his friend like he was crazy.

“Well, I was hoping.” Dixon answered.

Harry tossed him the keys and said, “As long as it gives me time with my women.” Harry jumped into the back followed closely by Georgia. “But, I’m driving back.”

They drove to Shelby Lynne’s apartment and she was waiting outside with her bags ready. Harry admired the emerald green dress that framed her hot African skin. Her hair was shoulder length and he was glad to see that she had on the perfect amount of makeup to accentuate her naturally rounded face. Harry searched the memories of this man to find that even though she would be classified as ‘cute,’ she was definitely a tigress in bed. She shook her head in amusement at the fact that she was actually joining in with this bunch. After putting her bags in the trunk Shelby Lynne climbed over the edge and fell in the back seat behind the driver. Harry leaned in and gave her a deep kiss and whispered, “Thanks. I’m glad you decided to join us.” He ran his fingers along her neck and explained, “When I had the idea for this trip you were the one I was thinking of.”

“Ok, but…”

“I know. If you get uncomfortable you’re going to another room. I’ve got four booked.” Harry conceded.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” She said with a smirk. She leaned in and whispered in his ear while her hand slithered into his pants, “I was going to say that it was fine as long as I get you alone at least once, and you fill me up with your love potion first.”

Harry tried not to let the fact that the cutest round faced woman he knew had her hand down his pants massaging his muscle while demanding that he ‘fill her up’ throw him off his game. So, he raised an eyebrow and whispered back, “I think that can be arranged.” Harry turned his attention to Georgia and whispered the message in her ear.

The blond leaned forward to pout at her mocha colored counterpart before compromising, “As long as we get to play a bit and Harry is forced to watch.” She leaned in dangerously and let her fingernail scrape along his cheek and ordered, “Absolutely no touching for you, until we say so!”

His inner Veela King kicked in and compulsion flooded the car. Many things happened at once, all of them would later be looked back upon by the others in amazement. Kolessa unzipped Dixon’s pants and began spiraling her head up and down his shaft hungrily. Dixon lost control of the car and it began spinning like a top down the California Freeway. Shelby ended up face down in Harry’s lap biting at his pants as she tried to get to his dick. Georgia had her hands on Harry’s bare chest as he was thrown into her. When the car finally came to rest on the side of the road, Dixon had lost a load in Kolessa’s mouth, Harry was staring at Georgia’s bare chest as she forced a nipple in his mouth and fingered herself from under the dress. Shelby finally got to Harry’s dick and was pumping up and down with her hands and mouth until he shot a load down her throat as the car began picking up speed again.

“Well, that’s certainly a good start to this holiday.” Dixon quipped as he watched Kolessa smile innocently and lick her lips.

During the trip he made sure to give equal amounts of loving attention to both Shelby and Georgia. The ladies cuddled up to him as the moon rose and the temperatures dropped. They made it to the casino near eight and after dropping their bags with the concierge they made their way to the casino floor. Harry slipped each of them two thousand dollars then made his way to the poker tables. Laying ten thousand even on the table Harry pulled his shades over his eyes and raked in the chips. Once the table filled they began betting. Harry used his talents to his advantage, but was careful to lose one or two pots to keep the game fun and the others from thinking there was something strange about the man with the dark glasses.

The men and woman he was playing against would have been decent gamers against muggles, but with Harry making it a point to see into their mind with every hand, they did not stand a chance. Harry raked in the pot after busting out the last chump on a three of a kind with King high. He searched the floor for the others only to find they had already gone up to the room. Deciding to spend a bit more time on the floor he took a few thousand of his winnings and stood by the Roulette tables. Seeing a pattern on one active table, Harry slipped onto a barstool and cashed in four thousand dollars. He put two thousand on red. It hit. Harry slid the winnings aside and left the original bet on red. It hit again. Harry smiled at the pretty Roulette maid, and slid his original bet over to black. It hit again. Harry looked to the board and noticed that one particular number hit twenty turns ago, he decided it was due a spin, so he slid the two thousand onto 31. Harry smiled as others began putting chips on the same number. He watched the marble bounce around the wheel until it neared the number. Harry cheated just a bit and with a move of his finger he coaxed it into the right slot.

The pit bosses thought the place was under attack from the loud explosion of cheering from the table. Harry walked up to his rooms under heavy guard. He carried two large briefcases with him that he did not own before. He thanked the men for their attention to detail as they looked into his room at the sight of the two beautiful women clad in nothing but his white button down shirts waiting for him with glasses of champagne. Harry took the briefcases and set them on the table, “So, how did all of you do?”

Shelby pouted, “I got up a thousand before I lost all but five hundred.”

Harry walked around to her and took his glass of champagne, placed his other hand on her cheek and tisked, “Aww, that’s so bad.” He nibbled her ear and said, “Maybe I can make it all better?”

She smiled and hoarsely whispered, “I think I’d like that.”

Harry looked to Georgia who sat on the bed with her leg tucked under her bottom, “And you?”

She smiled, “I doubled it!” and took a wad of money out of the shirt’s chest pocket and showed him. “The slots were kind!”

“Well, why don’t you two lay on the bed while I decide how to reward or console each of you.” Harry saw the girls look at each other oddly before shimming up the bed and lay on the pillows looking expectantly to Harry. He turned his back to them and walked to the table. They heard the briefcases open and Harry order, “Close your eyes.” They did so and they felt paper landing on them. “Now open them.” They saw hundred dollar bills after hundred dollar bills cascading down upon them. “I think I did pretty good.” Harry said as he threw the cases onto the floor and jumped at the girls. They giggled and laughed as he nibbled and bit at them. When he leaned in for a deep kiss with Georgia Shelby began taking his clothes off. Harry felt the cloth leave his body and then he unbuttoned the blond’s shirt. Kisses rained upon his back as he peppered Georgia’s breasts with kisses and nips. He rolled over and watched Georgia swing her leg around his head.

“Lick me again, like you did this morning!” she begged. Harry obliged and soon found Shelby’s pussy wrapping it’s nice warm grip around his hardened dick while his tongue was enjoying Georgia’s musky hormones driving him to penetrate deeper into her folds. Georgia leaned back and Harry could see Shelby’s dark hands roaming up and down the tanned beach bum’s body. Harry nearly lost control of the veela side of his persona when he watched the neatly manicured fingers inch slowly towards Georgia’s pussy and his mouth. Harry began battling Shelby’s fingers for the clit as the thrusts on his dick got harder and the screams and moans got louder.

Shelby’s huskier and sexier voice echoed through the room, “Fill me up you sex stud!” Harry admired her handiwork as she manipulated Georgia to climax after climax. He got the rewards from her hard work. The sensuous experience hit it’s highpoint with Georgia bucking and grinding in Harry’s face as Shelby came and nearly fainted from the high she was on. Harry decided to take control of the situation and pushed a spent and now dazed blond aside as he welcomed Shelby’s curves onto his body. They rolled over and he pulled her legs above his shoulders and began pounding into her hard and fast. Shelby’s first climax was followed quickly by the second and third. Harry could feel the massive explosion of cum ready to coat the entirety of his lovers insides. The bedside under Harry and Shelby broke with the final thrust and release. The entwined couple crashed to the ground and Georgia rolled on top of them. They were all laughing and enjoying the flesh sandwich they found themselves a part of.

“I think I can fix it.” Harry said. He got the girls to stand on the other side of the bed and when he picked it up he waved his hand and the bed righted itself better than new. “There we go.” Harry leaned up to find the girls making out. Always a gentleman he sat back to let the girls have their fun, and he loved the show. The rest of the trip was just as sex charged and erotic. Harry drove home that Wednesday with the five of them all a lot closer. He pulled into the driveway and they marched inside. After a few drinks and a lot of truth or dare, Dixon decided to call it a night and drove Kolessa home.

Shelby sidled up to his left and Georgia was on his right. “So, what is on your mind, Mr. Potter?”

Harry laughed and pulled both of the girls closer to him. They let their hands wander a bit and he suggested, “Why don’t both of you move in with me?”

This caught both of them by surprise and they looked to each other daring the other to speak first. Finally, Georgia asked, “What? Where would we sleep?”

Harry looked at them oddly and shrugged, “Look, I love both of you and would not mind if you lived here. Hell, I’ve got the room for you two and a couple more.”

Shelby looked at him skeptically. Doubt rolled off her as she pulled back from him, “In exchange we sleep in your bed every night and make out like we did in Vegas?”

Harry shook his head, “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. I’ve got plenty of bedrooms around here, and you can claim one as yours. If you want to sleep in my bed, I’m surely not going to stop you. This will simply become your new home.” He paused and said simply, “We’ll be roommates only you want have to pay for a damn thing.”

“What about the others?” Georgia asked meekly.

“You two know I’m going to fuck around. Hell, if you do too, I won’t say a word as long as the guy uses condoms.”

“I mean, will they come live here too?”

Harry paused before answering, “I promise that if I do want another to come live here, I’ll ask you two first. And as long as you promise to actually consider her coming, I’ll agree that one ‘no’ is all it takes.”

They looked at each other for a few seconds before Georgia answered, “I will if Shelby will too.”

Harry looked down to his dark skinned lover. She sighed and smiled up to him, “Damn, you know I can’t turn you down. Yes, I will.” An evil glint shined in her eyes as she said, “And just to test your will, I think we will take the downstairs bedroom tonight… without you.” She saucily rose from the bed and with a giggle took Georgia’s hand and led the way down the hall. Harry slept with a hard on all night thinking about what was going on downstairs.

Harry passed the girls’ test that night and for the next three mornings he woke up with both of his ‘room mates’ lying beside him. On Friday morning he began packing after the girls woke and went to work. He had almost packed all his belongings when he came across a nearly two foot long leather case. Harry opened it to find his wand tucked securely away. Warily, he picked the stick out of the case and held it while enjoying the familiar feeling running through his body. Sighing, Harry made a decision and stuffed it in a holster and strapped it to his arm. He disillusioned it, then finished packing. He drew upon one of his doppelgangers poetic abilities and wrote each of them a beautiful love note bidding them adieu until he returned. Just for fun, Harry took out his wand and conjured a powder blue and a light yellow envelope then sealed the letters for their recipients.

Harry called Alaina and she gave directions so he could pick her up from her dorm room. Harry drove his Mustang onto the campus and with a bit of navigating he parked it and went in to help her with her luggage. He smiled when she told him that she skipped out on her Western Civ class to finish packing. She left a note for her room mate and they took the luggage to the car without any questions. They had a very pleasant discussion on politics and such as they maneuvered their way through traffic and to the airport.

Harry flipped out his card and picked up the tickets for their flight. Sitting down beside Alaina they began playing a game. “So, what do you think that bloke’s story is?”

She giggled at his British slip and looked upon the grizzled old man in the security uniform. “Former Vietnam Vet… is working for retirement…”

Harry picked up the thread and observed, “He’s been recently remarried to his ex wife…”

“Who he caught cheating on him with…” Alaina craned her neck and found a well dressed business man who was slightly balding but still carried an air of stature about him, “That man.”

They continued like this for half an hour while they waited to board their plane. As they got their bags together Harry felt Alaina tap him on the shoulder, “What do you think about that guy?”

Harry looked up to find an aged Arthur Weasley wearily standing in the cue to get off the plane. He was dressed in a sunflower yellow golf pants and one red leather shoe on his right foot, a Reebok tennis shoe on his left, and a white dress shirt with a rubber duck tie. “He’s a right hero, that bloke is.”

“A hero? Him?” Alaina asked incredulously.

“Well, at the very least, he’s the father of a family of hero’s.” Harry answered darkly as he turned from her and hid his face from the Weasley Patriarch.

“Ok, if you say so.” Was Alaina’s last word on the matter as they marched through the line and to their seats. The flight to New York was uneventful and the two simply took their time to get to know each other. Once they were over the Atlantic the two of them settled down to rest and were wedged together tightly but comfortably. There was a bit of bumping as they neared the coast, and Alaina tightened her grip on Harry’s arm. They landed in Madrid and began exploring the city as any young couple would. They admired the state buildings and at night they spent some time in the discotheques. Neither of them really enjoyed that too much, so they found a station and traveled to Barcelona. There they enjoyed the Mediterranean climate as they took in those sights. After they left Paris the next day, they had still not progressed past holding hands and Harry was seriously considering using his Veela charm. He was getting frustrated because he was in the most romantic city in the world, and all the woman by his side wanted was to hold hands!

Harry calmed down while she was in the café getting scones and cappuccino’s. He knew that this may just end up being a friend only trip. He told her that, and he needed to honor that agreement. He was working his regular charm on her, however, and he did not realize how close he had come to cracking her shell. Once they were in Rome, Harry finally asked, “Alaina, are you interested in taking this relationship farther?”

She rocked with the motion of the train and purchased her lips before she answered, “Harry, I’m not sure I’m ready for a serious relationship.” She innocently added, “Let’s just enjoy our trip, then let’s talk about other things.” She looked to him an asked, “Ok?”

“Ok.” Harry conceded. Harry had not realized that he carried with him a bit of the darker side from his last jump until then, when he felt a twinge of viciousness towards the woman that he had to squelch. With a smile he nodded and sighed, “Well, I guess we will have to see.” He reminded himself that he was there to charm her, not use her.

As they were leaving the Coliseum an owl flew down to Harry. Alaina jumped against the wall and shrieked.

Harry looked at her and shushed her as he took the note from the owl and shooed it away. “Harry, what was that?”

“It was an owl.”

“No shit! But, what was it doing landing on you?”

“I guess it wanted to say hello. Look, it was just a bird. No harm or anything.” Harry showed that there was no damage whatsoever to his arm.

Alaina’s mind could not wrap around what just happened and she simply walked behind Harry as they walked through the town and to their hotel. Once Harry was safely in his room he opened the missive and read.

Potter,

You are being tracked and watched. If you want that pretty little girl to remain unharmed you need to send her away then come to Britain. You have much to explain.

Snape.

Harry wrote on the back of it that he was a free person that had left Britain behind for good. He warned Snape that anyone who stands in his way would meet the same end as Voldemort. Looking out the window Harry found a small brown owl in a tree. He coaxed the wild beast to the window with bread crumbs and managed to talk it into sending the message for him.

At five in the morning Harry woke to frantic knocking on his door. He quickly grabbed his sheet and wrapped it around him as he fumbled and stumbled towards the door. As soon as he opened it Alaina burst in crying and shaking. “There… there… there was a man!”

Harry moved her to the small couch sat her down and hugged her, “Shhh, it’s ok. What man?”

She gathered herself for a second and took a deep breath, “There was a man who just suddenly appeared in my room. He told me to pass along a message to you then he…” Alaina looked at Harry and her face fell as she shook her head, “You’re not going to believe me. You’ll think I’m mad or silly, or trying to pull a joke on you…”

Harry put his fingers on her lips and ordered, “Tell me what he did. I promise I’ll believe you.”

She frowned and then said dryly, “He turned into a rat and then ran out the door.”

Harry jumped out of the sheet completely disregarding the fact that he was naked and began throwing on some clothes, “Which way did he go!”

She gave him a withering look and bit, “You don’t have to humor me, Harry. I know…”

He marched over to her and took her face in his hands a bit roughly and told her, “Look. I Believe You! Now tell me which way the rat fink bastard went!”

Her eyes widened and she pointed east, “I don’t know. He went out the window and I did not try to find the direction… I just wanted to find you.” She watched him pace up and down the narrow room muttering about worms, tails, mistakes, and something that sounded like mold and warts. “Harry, what is going on?” She saw him pause and look to her before he laughed. “What’s so funny?”

“I don’t know if you’re ready for the truth. Hell, I’ve never even told any of my other girlfriends about my past,” he stalked over to her and flopped down beside her, “You thought I wouldn’t believe you?”

“You’re making no sense!” She turned her body towards him and stated fiercely, “Just tell me what the hell is going on!”

“What’s going on?” he laughed as he rocked a bit in his place debating what to say, how to say it, what not to say, how can he keep Alaina safe, why did he even come back to Europe, and so on and so on. “Damnit, I don’t even know where to begin!”

“Well, you can always start at the beginning.” She offered with a shrug.

Harry smiled at the simplistic answer. “Ok, but let me get through with my story before you interrupt… just remember I’m telling you the truth.” Harry took a calming breath and began his tale. He refused to look at her and see the distrust and disbelief in her eyes. When he finished his story he looked down to the carpet and waited for her to start her questions.

“So… so, these wizards are looking for you… and they can.. I mean, I saw one use… magic?”

“Yes.”

“And, you’re one of them?”

“Yes.” Harry pulled the drawer of his nightstand open and pulled out his wand, “I can do magic without a wand,” Harry pointed his hand over a chair and with a twitch it became a recliner, “but when I’m dueling I like to use a wand.” He flicked the wand at his bed, lifted it, and moved it to the other side of the small room. Harry looked to her for the first time since he began his story and asked, “So, what did the traitor want to tell me?”

“He said he was a friend of your parents and wanted to meet you at day break in the café down the street with the brown canopy.”

“It’s a trap.” Harry stated with out hesitation.

“What are we going to do?”

“Well, first of all, I’ve got to get you to safety.” Harry once again began pacing. He stopped after the first pass and looked at her swiftly, “You’re certainly taking this well. You believe in all this?”

“Well, Harry, I definitely can’t explain how a man can turn himself into a rat any other way!”

The black haired wizard laughed, “Ok, gotta point there.” He sighed, “I guess there’s really only one place I can take you that I know you will be safe.” Harry got his stuff together and shrunk it all before he gathered hers and did the same. He hid the luggage and the trinkets they picked up in a small bag he kept with him. “Now this is going to feel strange to say the least.” Harry knew that a jump to his ultimate destination was impossible, so he opted to break the trip into three stops. From Rome he grabbed Alaina by the arm and apparated to an alley behind a pub in Berlin. He remembered it from one of his and Dumbledore’s excursions onto the continent to find Horcruxes. They stayed just long enough to gather their breaths then apparated again to Flitwick and Ron’s hideout in Belgium. There was nothing left of the small cottage. Evidently, the enchantments died with the owners and it was eventually burned down. Harry investigated quickly and could not find any evidence of dark magic. Satisfied they apparated to the coasts of England, and finally to the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole.

“Well, we’re here.” Harry took off at a brisk walk towards the Burrow, “I can only hope it’s still standing.”

“What is?”

Harry explained what the Burrow was and who lived there. Suddenly, Harry noticed that Alaina had stopped and was turning back the other way. “Alaina!” he ran up beside her and asked, “Where are you going?”

“I think I need to get a good strong cup of coffee. I think there’s a coffee house down this street.” Then it hit Harry: muggle repelling charms. Taking her by the hand he watched her shake her head a bit as he pushed a bit of magic through his finger tips. “Where? Wait, where in the world was I going?”

“Muggle repelling charms. That means we’re getting closer.” He tightened his grip on her hand, “Just make sure you don’t let go until I say so.”

“Ok.” She said as they walked a quarter of a mile past the little town and up the lane to the Burrow. When she caught sight of the building she gasped, “How is this place staying up?”

“Magic.” Harry said with a smile. “Well, I think you’re far enough in by now. The charms will have just a little effect on you now.” He let go and saw her shake her head again like a swimmer getting water out of her ears. She followed behind him to the front door of the odd looking cottage. Harry knocked on the door and waited. He saw a light flicker on from one of the rooms. A few seconds later he heard Molly’s voice ask shakily, “Who.. who’s there?”

Harry called out, “Mrs. Weasley, it’s me. Harry Potter.”

“HARRY!” he heard her scream as she made to open the door. However, the door swung back shut before she could finish opening it. “Harry, love. I’m sorry but I’ve got to ask you… uhmm… What gift did I give you for the first Christmas I knew you?”

“A Weasley Sweater.” He answered.

The door swung open swiftly and Harry caught a red headed hugging machine in his arms. “Harry Potter! Oh my stars and garters, where have you been?” she stepped back and ran her hands over his face remembering the features of the young boy. “

“Mrs. Weasley, can we come in?” Harry asked quietly.

She looked over to the young lady beside him and said, “Of course, of course… come in.” She walked straight from the door to the oven, “Let me just fix you two up a bit of porridge and bacon.”

Alaina started to protest but was cut off by Harry whispering, “Just let her. It’s how she copes.” Turning back to Molly he noticed how empty the house felt. “Mrs. Weasley,” she turned to Harry as she cooked and his tongue felt like it rolled into his stomach as he tried to speak. After all he took from this family, how can he expect her to accommodate him. “I’m… I’m sorry to impose, but Alaina here needs a safe haven while I right some issues on the continent.”

“What sort of issues?”

Harry went through and explained the whats, whys, and hows of them appearing in country. The matron nodded along at the right times and understood their predicament. As he finished she looked up and said, “Well, she’s as safe here as any other place in England. So, she’s more than welcome. She could stay in Ginny’s old room.”

The tinge of guilt passed over him and he looked up to her family clock. There were only four hands left on what he considered the most amazing clock in the world: hers, Mr. Weasley’s, Percy’s, and Bill’s. After they finished breakfast Harry turned to Alaina, and said simply, “I want you to go on up and go to sleep. Stay here, until I come back for you.” She yawned and stretched, then simply nodded sleepily and trod up the stairs. He got up and walked over to the basin where Molly was trying not to let out the cry she was expecting to have. “Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” And he gave her a son’s hug and said quietly, “I’m sorry for all the harm I brought your family.”

Molly patted his hand and bossed him, “You don’t worry about that. You didn’t kill my family. I’m proud of our sacrifices we made to try and bring order to this world.”

“So, what is this world like now that I’ve been gone?”

Molly explained that Voldemort’s death gave everyone on the Light Side hope, and a new Civil War broke out that was still alive today. The Ministry had been swapped from side to side four times since Harry left the world and currently, the good guys had control of the government. Molly laughed about a bogus trip they sent Arthur on to find you based on some silly rumors that he was in California. Rumors ran wild about Harry and what happened to him, some were dead on but others said he ascended into the netherworld as a god, others said he didn’t kill Voldemort but was actually taking polyjuice to become someone else, and so on and so on.

“So, who took over for Voldemort?”

“Depends on who you ask. Some people think Malfoy did, others think it’s Snape. The Carrows and Lestrange are also very powerful on the Dark side.” She took a sip of her tea and shrugged, “I think everyone’s trying to be the leader.”

Harry looked out the window and saw the dawn preparing to break. “I’ve got to go, Mrs. Weasley. When Arthur gets back give him my best.”

“Of course love.” She called to him. He half expected her to try and stop him, but he guessed that she knew it was of no use. “Be careful.”

As he prepared to Apparate he smiled and said, “Of course. You know how I am.” And turned on the spot. After a few more jumps he ended back in their hotel room in Rome. He knew it was a trap and instincts told him that there would be others watching the meeting and preparing to jump Harry at the most opportune time. Harry still remembered the tricks that he and Dumbledore had devised. He got height by apparating to the top of the hotel and he began scouting the area. It took him only a few seconds to find the three cloaked men standing in the shadows around the café on this side of the meeting place. He spun on the spot and arrived a block away from the nearest man. Harry approached and silently stunned the man and bound him. He took the wand and pocketed it before he apparated him to his hotel room and locked him in the bathroom. The next guy was bound the same and ended up on the closet. Harry was beginning to think that this was going to easy when he finally got a bit of a fight out of a copper headed Death Eater wannabe. He was no match for Harry as the tutelage of Dumbledore was clearly dominant to whatever the other man received. When he finally bound and gagged that man, he took the wand and found it to be familiar. Taking a good look at the piece of wood he realized it was Draco’s wand that he had used for so long in his original timeline. Laughing he pulled the hood back and saw the familiar tuft of blond hair.

Harry apparated to a farm he saw along the coast and promptly threw the bound wizard into the pig sty before returning to Rome. He crossed the street as daylight began breaking and saw Wormtail fidgeting in his seat anxiously. Harry scouted out for a better position to see what other surprises they had in store. Once he found it, Harry spied a familiar black haired man sitting on a bench. There were other’s and he quickly neutralized them as well before he sat on the bench besides his former potion’s teacher. Using the familiar pass phrase Harry said, “It would be a beautiful day to be a phoenix.”

Snape rustled the paper and responded, “Only if you were fighting against the dark.”

Harry smiled and channeled his current character and replied, “It’s been a while, old friend.”

“Potter, let’s not kid ourselves. You and I were never on much of speaking terms.”

“I agree. So, what does old bubble butt want to talk to me about?” Harry asked inclining his head towards the back of the rat sitting in the café ahead of them.

“Well, it seems to be Lord Carrow’s opinion that we should capture you and your little girl friend to avenge the loss of the Dark Lord.”

Harry laughed, “Well, it seems he will be utterly surprised when Wormtail finds that the force that is to save his ass has been disassembled.”

“You got all of them?”

“You are the sixth.”

“You did learn a bit under Albus.” He stated dryly.

“So, what should I do with you?” Harry asked the older man.

“Well, I could always try an attack as one. You could beat both me and Wormtail and then you could find Lord Carrow and deal with him.”

“Ok, just give me a head’s up before you attack.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Snape sneered as Harry apparated beside Wormtail.

“Boo.” Harry said from behind the man. He jumped in fright and spilled the coffee on his lap. “So, besides scaring a girl I was really trying to woo silly, what other reason do you have for being on this earth?”

“I’ve come to ask for help, Harry.” He sniffed, “I’ve tried so hard to get away from these people but I can’t. They just keep dragging me back to their side.”

Harry pulled his wand and from under the table he bound the man to the chair. “Listen to me you little piss ant!” he ordered through clenched teeth. “I know of your little plan and I’ve already taken care of all five of those who were to capture me, now, explain why I should even let you live?”

Harry watched him falter and stammer something about him being your father’s friend. Harry let a bit of his medieval character shine through and with a wave of his hand over the rat’s chest he ripped the aorta. In a flurry of movement he curved his body around the table as he heard a nearly inaudible stunning spell cruise in his direction. Harry quickly returned the spell fire. He and Snape were in a full fledged duel that sent the patrons scattering. It was not until Harry used the table cloth from a nearby boot come to life and wrap itself around Severus did Harry move to take the mans wand. He leaned in and whispered, “Sorry, but it’s got to look realistic.” He left him there for the officials to figure out.

Harry now had a decision to make. He had removed the immediate threat and could hightail it back to the states, or he could try to end another Dark reign. Looking at Snape’s face he dived into the mans mind and found that Carrow’s was no more powerful than an average wizard. This angered Harry. How could the world let such a pathetic man take power like this. Someone had to step up.

Harry Apparated across the country and back to the Burrow. He mulled over the decision and shook his head. There was just no way he could fix the society in three days before he switched realities again. The responsibility was weighing heavily on his mind and he would have done anything to be a kid again as he was bade into the Burrow by the matron once again. It was painful for him to be in this place.

Molly watched him sit silently by the table. “I remember that look.”

“What look?”

“The look any young man gets when he thinks the weight of the world is on his shoulders.” Molly answered.

“But, it is, isn’t it?” Harry asked incredulously. “I mean this is what your family gave their lives wasn’t it? For a safe and peaceful society without prejudice?”

“Harry, they did. But, it doesn’t all come back to you does it?” she waited for an answer but none came. “I’ve heard rumors that there was a prophecy about you fighting and destroying Voldemort. You fulfilled that prophecy. You did your job. But, I’ve never heard anything about you having to fight this war alone.”

“He’s nothing special, Mrs. Weasley.” Harry shook his head as he watched Alaina come down from a nice rest. “Why haven’t people taken out these dark lords, or something.”

She shook her head and chuckled, “We have, several times, but they keep coming back. Harry, that is the struggle in our world. A person can not just show up and restore order, there will always be a bit of darkness waiting to expand.” She put her hand on his arm and reassured him, “Sweetie, whether or not you stay to help us with this latest ounce of darkness is not a pressing issue. We will win, the light always does.” She smiled to him and advised, “People will eventually get tired of being bossed around and take matters in their own hands.”

“Are all of you safe here?” he asked earnestly.

“Yes.”

“You know, I always wanted a family like yours.”

“I know. I’m just glad you were able to have a taste of it with us. Maybe, someday you can settle down and start your own family.”

An idea struck Harry about what he was going to do with his next reality and a smile brightened the room. “Yep, maybe I will have a chance to see what a real family is like.”

He stood up and nodded, “Well, I have a whole life back in America waiting on me. It’s a good life, and I feel no pressure to be the Boy Who Lived, a savior to a world, or anything like that.”

“It sounds like a good life.”

“It is.” He stated simply.

“Well, my advice is to go enjoy that life. Just don’t forget to enjoy a bit of magic now and then.” She got up and patted him lovingly on his back. “You have our blessing, just don’t be a stranger.”

With that Harry and Alaina bid adieu to Molly Weasley. The young lady examined the now sullen friend of hers and calmly said, “You know there’s some things you can change, others that you can’t. You just need to have the patience to deal with those you can’t.”

“Well, I say we enjoy the rest of your break somewhere stateside. Somewhere crazies aren’t trying to kill you and threaten me.” Harry said as he fought through his funk.

“Are there any magical places in America?”

“There’s magical New Orleans, an awesome coven and magical sanctuary in the mountains of Colorado, and Salem, of course.” Harry stated, “But it’s not the crazy Salem mess like you as a muggle know.”

“Well, I’d love to see it.” She bundled up close to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Let’s go.”

“Ok.” Harry spun on the spot and they were soon on a plane to Boston. She was much more open to Harry and spilled her guts about some of the bad things she went through as a child. He opened up a bit more about some of the things he went through, and a strong relationship was formed as the metal bird flew over the Atlantic. Once they landed the couple found a wizards hotel and booked one room. There they got to know each other much better physically as well.

Harry made sure to keep plenty of mental notes in his doppelganger’s mind to steer him in the right direction. He thought that this bloke was a pretty good guy, and he wished he actually could live like him at times. On the morning that the circle charm began heating against his chest Harry made a vow to himself to try and take Alaina’s advice. He had to let some things work themselves out in life on their own.

A/N: Well, I'm actually off for a Break as well. It's spring break for the school I teach and my family are heading to the midwest to visit family members. Hope you enjoyed, and as always: I didn't make up Harry Potter.