Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter or with The TV Show/Book ZOO. I make no money off this.

AN: After a long absence I am back! To all those with questions about my other stories. I'm sorry to say that I can't promise that I will be continuing them. I hope to but a few will probably be going through a massive re-write. I just really am not happy with a lot of them. So please enjoy this story as it is the new beginning for me.

AN2: If You haven't seen Zoo. I highly recommend it! and this story will no doubt have spoilers later on. I warn about what spoilers and for what episode before each chapter though!

SPOILERS FOR THIS CHAPTER: None.

Chapter one: Saying goodbye.

Today was his 21st birthday. A truly bittersweet day for the now completely legal wizard. Harry sighed as he closed the last of his suitcases. Today was the day he was supposed to be getting married to his school sweetheart. Ginny Weasley.

Thanks to a routine ritual at Gringotts to make sure Ginny was able to give birth to an heir, he now knew what a conniving bitch she was. She could get pregnant alright. She already was. With Dean Thompson child. Seems they hadn't broken it off like she said. Harry dumped that day before they even left Gringotts. She ran out in tears. He stayed so he could remove her access from his accounts. That was when he found out she had been using his money to pay for Deans rent, his bills, even his business. Harry was quick to put a stop to it and call out the loan on the shop Dean had been bragging about for the last year. Now Harry knew why he had always looked so smug.

After he left he was confronted by the Weasleys. IT seems while he had been tying up loose strings Ginny had been playing her trump card. She claimed HARRY had been the one to get her pregnant and was now refusing to marry her. Mrs. Weasley had been quick to come to her daughter's defense. Right in the middle of Diagon Alley.

Harry listened to her screech for a few minutes and when she finally stopped to breathe he simply asked that Ginny to prove it. If she could prove that the child was his he would marry her like they planned. All she had to was swear an unbreakable vow that she had been no one other than him for the last year. It didn't take very many of her excuses for the crowd that had gathered to realize that she wasn't going to. The fickle public was quick to turn on her.

It didn't help that what she was doing, claiming another's child was his, was Line Theft. An Azkaban offense for anyone, but especially for an Ancient and Noble house like the Potters, or the Blacks. Both families Harry claimed Lordship over. She and the other Weasleys, with the notable exception of the twins, left promising to prove what a deadbeat he was when the baby was born.

That was a year ago, needless to say. The baby came out looking nothing like him. They still claimed he was Harry's so Harry ordered a paternity test form St. Mungo's. Ginny and the baby never showed. Ginny kept making excuses as to why she couldn't get one done. All the while trying to guilt Harry into marrying her and claiming the baby as him. She even named the child James. All the while claiming it was his.

Harry thought for sure the papers would have a field day with his family drama. They did of course, but not in the way he thought they would. They went after Ginny with a vengeance. The more she avoided actual proof that the child was his, they more they turned on her. Last he heard was she was living with her mother at the burrow, unable to find a job. She had been so sure was going to be Lady Potter she hadn't bothered to get good grades, just enough to pass. She lost her only chance to get on the Harpies Quidditch team when she kept making the papers for Line Theft. They said she was bad for their reputation.

Harry sighed and shook himself from his thoughts. He didn't like to dwell on Ginny and her foolishness. He had left her behind when he left the Wizarding World behind. He and Hermione had gotten a flat together while they pursued their muggle education. Some thought that they were together, but a recent trip to Paris had changed that thinking quick.

It hadn't taken long for Hermione to stop dating Ron after they all left Hogwarts. Hermione wanted to continue her education in both magical and muggle subjects. Ron just wanted to play Quidditch. His constant nagging and complaints that Hermione wasn't a 'Proper' witch like his mother, had her running for the hills and right back to Victor Krum.

They had gone to Paris, France to look at some Potter property and decided to have a bit of a vacation while they were away from Ron and Ginny. They had met up with Fleur and her little sister Gabriella while shopping one day and found out that Krum was having a Quidditch game nearby the next day and so they decided to go. It was fun to watch, especially since Krum's team won by a landslide. It was after that things got really interesting.

Krum had seen them in the audience and had invited them down to meet the team. It wasn't hard to see that he and Hermione still had feelings for each other. He asked her to dinner and things have been going strong ever since.

Harry smiled at the memory, he was definitely happy for his best friend. She seemed so much happier with Krum then she had ever been with Ron. He encouraged her to pursue whatever she wanted, even helped when he could. She never missed one of his games, even if she did despise the portkeys she always had to take.

The raven haired man smile grew when he thought about the conversation he and Victor had had a few days ago. Hermione had been invited by Krum to return to Paris for the anniversary of their first date. She left by muggle means the next day. She decided against the portkey, having taken one only a few days ago. What she didn't know was that Krum was planning on proposing while there. Harry just hoped she said yes. The other man had been sweating up a storm just thinking about it.

Harry found it hilarious of course. It didn't help that Ron still claimed Hermione would come back to Him. He never could understand that others would find Hermione attractive. He still seemed to think that he was the only one who would ever want her, so she should just come back to him like a good witch. His words. It was fun watching Hermione slug him for it.

Harry still couldn't understand how Ron could still think himself such a catch. He still lived at the Burrow with Molly, Arthur and Ginny. Arthur had even tried to get him a job with the Auror Corp. But Ron's lack of motivation cost him that job within weeks. He seemed to be of the opinion that just being a hero from the Battle of Hogwarts would grant him special treatment. The problem with that was that almost all the applicants where there for the same battle. They just worked for their spots, Ron expected to be handed everything.

'Probably thought being friends with the Boy-Who Lived would grant him something to.' Harry thought as he dragged his suitcase off the bed. 'Too bad he ruined that with his slander.'

The sound of Hermione coming into his room shook him from thoughts of the past. 'No point thinking on those two any longer, I'm not likely to see them again anytime soon.'

"Ready to go?" Hermione said, looking around the room for anything he might have missed. "The shuttle to the airport is here."

Harry smiled at his friends mothering. "Yah this is the last of it." He said as his bag thanked down next to him. He thanked magic that everything he wanted to take with him fit in his magically explained bags. Otherwise he would have a lot more luggage. He didn't think that would be a good idea in the wild of Africa.

"I still can't believe you decided to go all the way to Africa. You could always do what other rich people do and just send a check." She said, grabbing the roller bag from beside him. If he was going to go so far away, he could do some heavy lifting. "Then you could join me and Victor in Paris."

Harry grinned, 'I really think Victor would hate me if I dared to show up for his big romantic weekend.'

"You know very well why I chose Africa, and after everything I found out I just want to make sure that what money I do send actually goes to the people I'm sending it to and not into some greedy CEO's pocket."

Harry hadn't been impressed when every plea for money he received after gaining his Lordships where from so called 'Charities' that put maybe one percent of the donations towards the actual problem. The rest went into their pocket.

He had been about to give up all together when a request came to his desk for aid. A doctor in Africa wanted help to build and maintain a hospital in the region. It seemed that they had been having trouble with some locals and where unable to keep anything permanent up and functioning. Harry decided to send this Dr. Oz a letter requesting permission to come down and assess the situation himself. He really didn't want it to be another so called Charity that only ever benefited the person in charge.

He had received a positive reply and made his plans to go down to Africa. He could really use the time away. Ginny just wouldn't let about the child being his. Dean wasn't really a problem anymore. After having the funds for his business removed, the boy had vanished from the wizarding world. Harry didn't care enough to bother looking for him.

"Dr. Oz seems to be genuine," Hermione said as she pulled out her tablet while they waited for the elevator. "At least every report I can find on her. Her ex-Husband seems like a bit of a fanatic though."

"Good thing he's an ex then," Harry joked.

"Actually it seems like he is dead. Died in an accident."

Harry's face flashed with guilt. "Oh."

Hermione just shook her head. "Her son, Jackson is a wilderness guide, so maybe you will get to have a safe-ish adventure."

They both burst into laughter at that. Harry was well known for finding trouble in the least likely places. Hermione sighed as the laughter died down. "It's just going to be so weird being so far away from each other." She said as they got out the elevator, pushing past the two men who were waiting for it. "We have never been so far apart for so long. Not even during the war."

Harry nodded, even during the hunt for the Horcrux's they had had each other's backs when they could.

"That's what the mirrors are for, and if you can't get me on that you can always call my cell. That I will have on me at all times."

"The flat is going to be so empty without you," she said, still trying to convince her best friend not to go. "What if I go crazy?"

Harry's smile widened, she probably wouldn't be as alone as she thought. "Why don't you get a pet? You haven't even looked since Crook passed."

Hermione just gave him a deadpan look, "You mean like you and getting a new owl."

Green-eyes filled with a bit of sadness. No matter how much time passed he would never forget Hedwig. She had been his very first friend. "Okay You have a point." He never could look at another owl after her, but he had gotten a magically bred crow. "You will look after Zeus though right?" He couldn't very well take the strange bird with him to Africa. He was a bit of an odd ball even by magical standards.

Hermione laughed, "Yes I will look after the strange thing. I swear he does half of what he does just to annoy us."

Harry just grinned, "Probably. You know, if you can't handle getting a new cat, why don't you try a dog? I'm sure there are plenty in the local shelter that could use a new friend. Just like you."

A thoughtful look came over her. "That's an idea. I'll give them a look at any rate."

They went outside of their building, saying goodbye to the night security guard. Hermione's face turned sad again. "At least promise you will stay safe. Well at least as safe as is possible for you."

Harry grinned, "I promise not to go looking for trouble at least."

"I guess that will have to do. You had better make sure to call me at least once a week to. I need to be sure my best friend is well taken care of. Merlin knows you suck at doing it yourself."

He just stuck his tongue out at her as he loaded his stuff into the waiting boot. He sighed as he walked up onto the curb. Everything was loaded up. It was time to go.

Hermione smiled sadly, "Just think, with both of us away, maybe Ron and Ginny will give up?"

Harry just gave a cynical laugh. "I'm just hoping Ginny doesn't get it into her head to try to follow me."

They looked at each other, "Naaa!"

Hermione gave Harry one last hug, "Just get in the cab and have a safe journey, call or text me the minute you land."

"Yes mom," he said with a grin, avoiding the smack she aimed at him. "You have fun with Krum, I want to hear about everything that happens. Be safe Hermione."

"I will."

Hermione watched as Harry slid his larger frame into the waiting car. He waved as the cab sped off. She waved back until she could no longer see the taxi in the rush of London traffic. With a large sigh she made her way back in. She had her own packing to do if she wanted to be on time for her flight tomorrow.