Greetings all, I decided to try my hand at a new story, and figured I'd give Harry Potter a go. I must confess I haven't read Rowling's work in ages so there maybe inaccuracies in both the Potter facts and my basic Spanish. If you lot like it, PM me and I'll keep writing. Also, for this story I took an Animagus test and got 100% Wolf, so the protagonist is a Wolf Animagus. If you want to try it, I'll give you the link. I'd be interested to see what you lot get. I'll try to put more magic in the next chapter.

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Harry Potter is the work of J.K Rowling. I own sweet bugger all.

The air in the Red Dragon was thick with smoke and the odour of alcohol, the smell of home to an Animagus and a leprechaun sat in a secluded area of the room. Jay Archer winked at the barmaid as she brought him and his short companion a pint of Basilisk Lager, receiving a playful wink back. Seamus O'Riley, the leprechaun, tutted dramatically and took a draught of his drink. "You are a reprobate Jay Archer; now tell me why you dragged me out to a pub on an island off the Welsh Coast." Jay sniggered under his breath and drained half his drink in a single draught. "Because the Red Dragon is the finest drinking establishment outside of your beloved Ireland and because I need your help Seamus." The leprechaun raised an eyebrow questioningly and asked simply "The Ministry caught up with you again, Jay? You really should be more careful." Jay nodded curtly and smiled impishly. "They'll never catch me Seamus; I just need a safe house to lie low for a while. And a little luck wouldn't hurt either." Seamus sighed; Jay always pushed his luck too far. "Did you steal from Gringotts again?" Jay shook his head and pulled a face of mock shock. "Me? I wouldn't dare…." Seamus interrupted suddenly, "Jay, you're buying these drinks with money you pilfered from the Minister's personal vault. Don't give me that." Jay smiled brazenly "Well let's keep the rounds coming then! Barmaid, again if you please!"

A week later the quiet night of Zaragoza, capital of the Aragon region of Spain was suddenly split by the crack of an illegal Apparition as Jay Archer appeared outside the house of his friend and associate Herman Cortez, a black magic market dealer. He caught his reflection in Cortez's window; dark leather jacket, black jeans and a dark green bandana the same colour as his eyes which obscured his dark brown hair to try and keep himself incognito. After vainly admiring his reflection, he smiled and knocked on Cortez's door. He was answered by a short man with a thick black moustache, thinning hair and a simple brown shirt. "Ah, Jay, I was wondering when you would arrive a mi casa. Maria has retired for the evening so it's just us amigo. You say you need a safe house Jay? Una casa seguro?" Jay smiled warmly "Si, Herman, for a while. I've got another job soon. Trust fund's running low. Is my room as I left it?" Cortez nodded and gestured to the roaring fireplace. Jay dipped his head in gratitude and grabbed a handful of silvery powder. Throwing the powder into the fire and shouting "Jay's room", the fire turned bright emerald-green and Jay Archer vanished into the flames.

'Jay's room' was spartan and differing from other rooms in two key aspects; the first was that it was connected to absolutely nothing except by an unregistered Floo network. The other divergence from the norm was the fact it was located about a hundred meters below ground, the air kept at a condition suitable for breathing and the walls safe from the crushing pressure of thousands of tonnes of earth by magic. There was a fireplace, a bed, a modest bookshelf and a fridge which the room's sole occupant was raiding for beer. Jay plundered a can and collapsed onto the single bed and picked a copy of the Daily Prophet from the floor. Finding nothing of particular interest, he looked back over his plans of Vault 2207. His man on the inside of Gringotts said the owner of the vault has received a massive influx of golden Galleons. Some kind of wizarding pureblood princess or something, according to his source. No name however, Jay observed with some confusion. Usually each vault had the name of the owner emblazoned somewhere, especially among the purebloods as a result of their bloated pride. Jay, being a half blood, looked up at the purebloods with a mixture of contempt and arrogant amusement. Blinded by their own avarice, they were ridiculously easy to steal from. Gringotts boasted the best magical defences in the world with a huge range of charms protecting the vaults, however Jay had found their defenses against Muggle tools to be completely non-existent. After entering Gringotts in his unregistered wolf form and posing as a new guard beast, a simple set of lockpicks had broken him into the Minister's personal vault and he hadn't even broken an anchor. That had been 3 years ago, and the money flow had only recently begun to slow. But a scoundrel had to live, and the opportunity to knock a pureblood off her pedestal and onto her arse was too good to pass up. And with his record, it was hardly an option to find honest work. His mobile phone interrupted his thoughts, a text from Seamus. "The money will be out of the vault by Sunday. Today is Tuesday if you're too drunk to remember. Be careful Jay; your luck won't last forever. Seamus." Jay chuckled and lit the fire to return to the surface.

Cortez was cooking breakfast when he arrived. "Buenos manana, Mister Archer. Care for something to eat, amigo?" Jay nodded, sat down at the table ad began to eat when suddenly a soft female voice rang out from behind him. "Ah, El Diablo returns. When can we be expecting the policia, hmm?" Cortez's wife, Maria giggled and wandered over to plant a small kiss on Jay's cheek before hugging Cortez. "Seamus said the Ministry is catching up, but I'll be long gone before they get a bead on me. I'll be out of here by the weekend." Maria tutted and wagged her finger at Jay. "You hardly ever visit, unless you're on the run from the law, at least come to church Sunday. The little ones miss you." Jay nodded, then asked "Is the 1200 still here? I'll visit the orphanage before I go. I'm sure the nuns will be pleased to see me too." Jay laughed as he walked from the kitchen to the garage, and mounted the large two-wheeled hulk of metal inside. He'd built the bike himself out of 'donations' courtesy of the Ministry. His foot smashed into the kick-start and the machine roared into life. "Drive safe mi amigo" Cortez raised his hand from the doorway and Maria waved her goodbyes before they retreated inside. Jay shut the door with a flick of his ancestral wand – a rare manticore heartstring core, inherited from his wizard father – and rode out of the garage and began to head towards the orphanage, his bike eating up the miles like a ravenous Troll.