A small man who looked to be a teenage boy with emerald green eyes was making his way down the crowded main street in a slight hurry. The small man looked around when he could and was amazed at the buildings that surrounded him, he was in slight shock to say the very least as he made his way down queen street now. He couldn't remember what had him land in New York city in the 1940's as he was just on a collect mission, easy peasy but something went wrong as he was flung back through time as he wasn't from this time. He was born in 1980's so he was no where close to his time line by a fraction.

He remembered his name, who his family was, who he grew up with, who his friends were, the war he had been in, but how could a slip of a broken time turner send him close to thirty years back in time much less to New York. So he was left wondering around New York city trying to find the magical side of the community in New York.

He would be having a lecture when he got back to his rightful time from his friend Hermione Granger but that of course had to wait until he got back. As he walked further feeling the air around him for even a whiff of magic which could lead him to the entrance of the magical world in New York. Trying to find even the faintest trace of magic was not an easy task but for him it was as simple as casting a powerful hex. He may have been infamous in his time line but here it held no title for him, he never like using it unless it was for something that needed to be used. But here and now it was useless just like his job title of Auror, he held no rank here in the American branch.

How did trying to find a broken cursed time turner end up like this as he was fiddling with the now broken time turner in his pocket as he kept walking down the street. Sure he was reckless with mist missions but he was always careful as much as he could on a mission concerning hunting down rogue death eaters from the war. He just wanted the mission to end which got him in this mess in the first place as he wanted to go home and relax. This mission should have been easy, with the next mission leading him into undercover work which was highly dangerous but no one else offered to take it.

Harry made his way to an alley way hoping to apparate to get noticed so he could get help to get back to his own time. His green eyes snapped back to reality as he heard someone getting beaten up further down the alley, following the noise he came to another alley just behind a small restaurant. Seeing a couple guys kicking a man who looked to be around the same size as himself on the ground trying to keep them from kicking his head in. "Three on one is not fair. Pick on someone your own size." booming his voice trying to sound more intimidating as he knew his figure didn't scare people much until they saw the damage he had on his body which was littered with scars. Harry stood to his full height of 5'8 as his childhood didn't allow for height growth and the healing he had done through out his childhood which showed people he was a fighter.

"Oh another pipsqueak. So how are you going to stop us?" one of the three spoke first who was on the right who stood at least a foot taller then him. Harry was not scared or intimidated at all by the show of aggression from the men infront of him as he was used to dealing with magical creatures, magical people who could kill him with two words if aimed properly. These men had nothing on the war he was leading, these men were mere muggles and bullies at that.

Harry sighed in a fake sad tone "Well sonny boy I could take you over my lap and give you a good old spanking as your mama hasn't taught you how to play nice." he gave a smirk looking directly to the man who he was speaking to. "How could you know what my mama taught me? Such big words from a bean-sprout. Right boys?" the others agreed with the speaker who seemed to be the leader of the assault. He didn't like fighting against muggles as he never used magic on them to make it a fair fight even if they never knew it, he hated that it was going to get bloody fast. They came at him fast but to his trained eyes it was slow like a bludger 'Nice but that won't help them.' He thought to himself as he dodged them by dropping to the floor and sweeping a leg underneath all of them in a single kick. Standing up and dusting off the dirt on his hands as he sat on a wooden crate pulling the leader onto his lap. "I told you I would spank you and now I won't stop until you promise to help others and play nice instead of hurting others because you yourself are hurting." He kept spanking the leader who struggled in his grip which held a fully grown man in place easily. He had the leader in tear with in two minutes with the promise he would help others instead of bullying them.

Harry let them go as he turned away from them and helped the man as he had magically ensured the safety while he was teaching the bullies a small life lesson. The man he lifted to his feet was the same size as him, maybe slightly lighter then himself and he knew he barely ate as it was even after leaving that house behind. "Sorry you had to help someone as useless as me. I can't even stand up for those who need help. I'm Steve Rogers and thank you for helping me with those bully's." The small blonde stuck out his hand with his introduction.

"Harrison Potter. I just can't believe people don't help each other as much here in New York as I thought they would have. I just arrived in America just an hour ago and found myself here which I would say its good that I did. I was on my way to a bank but haven't been able to find one as I am terrible at directions. I just couldn't walk away when someone needed some assistance as I have a terrible habit of stepping in which can lead to a foot in my mouth. So what were they beating you for? Couldn't be just for your size I'd say." Harry shook Steve's hand with his own introduction.

"Well I can help you find a bank, do you even have a place to stay yet? If you don't you can stay at my place for helping chase off those men." Steve smiled as they both exited the alleyway "You know nothing about me, I could be a murderer for all you know or a rapist. Yet your willingly offering a place for me to sleep where you live." Harry looked at the man by his side as they walked back to downtown New York. Steve was being held partly up by Harry as they continued to walk, Steve laughed "True but you seem like a good hearted person as you helped a guy like me over just passing by like everyone else. Also what's with the attire you have on? Trying to swoon the dame's around here?" Steve inquired an it was Harry's time to chuckle at that. "Sadly no, I came to America on a last minute whim before my next job assignment. I'm from England and I didn't get the chance to change my attire and for seducing dame's, I could care less really. Never cared for ladies per say, haven't found the right person yet." Harry was never one for studies but he was smart maybe just as smart as Hermione but because of his childhood he found himself not caring for school. He may have been the greatest student after graduating Hogwarts for saving it but he did leave as a great man though who was still working towards peace of the people.

But because of his background he was granted quite a few jobs after school but he himself just took up the Auror title which allowed him to have his own attire. He was wearing black denim jeans with a black tank top that was covered by a black cardigan along with his black Auror cloak. Wearing all black had its advantages but right now he stood out like a sore thumb which was not needed and he just didn't have the chance or even thought of changing his current attire. Everyone in the magical community back in his time knew he w=swung the other way after he told Ginny they were not dating and would never date as he was into blokes. He never tried dating the opposite sex ever and he never found anyone interesting since Hogwarts. The failed kiss with Cho Chang in fourth year helped him by knowing he was so not into girls what so ever, he found only a few blokes ok.

Even after his sudden inheritance he still was alone as he still needed to figure out what he was. He knew he was a hybrid but that was it as he couldn't talk to his friends as the had distanced themselves slowly from him as he knew he would still be considered a teenager in any species until he mated with someone and got children from the union. He still considered himself a teenager in alot of ways but he knew he was 25 years old an adult in muggle society any where he went. They both made their way to a small flat that Steve rented which was located just on the corner of Queen and King street. They entered Harry noticed that it was used more of a crash pad compared to a living space, he knew from his own experience as he also had a crash ad back in England in his own time frame.

Keeping the bare minimum so moving was easy, nothing to be any worth for thieves to steal, the living space was used for sleeping and eating only and maybe waiting until work started again. He sat Steve down on the couch in the small living room while they talked about Steve entering the army to help with the muggle war going on overseas. He was gathering information about the time frame he was sent to by the cursed and broken time turner, he found himself more enthralled in Steve as he kept talking about the good in people and how he wants to fight to help those in need.

Harry jumped at the sudden bang of the front door slamming into the wall which showed a man in a green military uniform entering the small flat and their eyes met and something in him sparked more then interest with two scents entering his nose. One was the man who just entered and the other was Steve who sat straighter where he sat "Stevie what have I told you, we already have to many mouths to feed right now without you bring home extra people. Where did you find this one?" the man walked in like he owned the place and its inhabitants but Harry heard the slight slurs in the man's voice as he spoke those words.

"Bucky no. Harry is a friend as he helped me back here after a squabble. We can at least house him until tomorrow when he can visit the bank can't we?" Steve spoke up to his friend Bucky as he gave a heated glare to the man. Bucky just shrugged not responding which had Steve sighing in relief falling back onto the couch. The brunette slipped his boots of with easy as if he did this often enough while in a drunken state.

Bucky staggered to one of the bedrooms in the small flat and as he made his way to the bedroom he stubbed his toes several times on the sparse furniture on his way. "He's really a good person when he is not so drunk normally. He is a childhood friend of mine. Do you happen to have any friends back in England?" Steve asked a curious question as he looked over at the small man with steel blue eyes.

Harry sighed heavily thinking back to his former friends whom were now to busy with their own lives and children to care for their friends from a war that he was still fighting. Most of his friends from school he had lost almost all contact with everyone as people's letters slowly decreased until nothing came even when he had sent letter after letter until he stopped trying. His friends had kept contact for only a few months until they vanished into their own worlds and lives after the war and downfall of the ministry of magic.

All contact to any friends were completely cut off after eight months the first year anniversary of freedom from Voldemort. He was always a grim reminder of what happened to everyone who had not survived the death claims of the war. After his eighteenth birthday things changed rapidly as he emerged himself deeply into his work to keep people away as they kept bugging him about any inheritance he could be receiving from the potter side as they were magical pure bloods. He went to Gringotts which he found out that all Potter and Black vaults were open to him and that Dumbledore had been taking a dip into them when he was alive for the order of the phoenix and personnel use.

He had been so furious with how much he had and nothing had been used on him until he got his hands on the vault for school. He spoke with the goblins and got most of his riches back through debts people owned to his dead parents and investments that still were standing tall. He had the goblins check every thing Dumbledore did which was fueling the war to continue on even after his death, he also took priceless valuables and books that sadly couldn't be traced even with the goblin's help in trying to track down the items.

He swore under his breath as some of the items which were on his list of stolen items if memory had him thinking straight which it did both his friends Hermione and Ronald had several items. He blinked and looked to Steve with a sad look "No I do not have any friends back in England as I got to enthralled with my job that I had no spare time for friends. For family, my parents died during the starting of a seven year war killed by a psychotic. My Godfather murdered by the psychotic's right hand woman. Friends died during the war, or in my heart with all their lies and deceitfulness. The themselves distanced themselves after they returned what they stole." Harry spoke simply and truly as he could which still weighed heavily on his shoulders.

"A seven year war? Where did this take place? You fought in the war? Did the murderer get justice in the end? How are you so calm about it? The only war I know about that is happening is happening over in Germany as people of different religion are getting slaughtered." Steve was curious as this small person who was the same height as himself had fought in a war. Harry smirked but it held only sadness " The war was fought under the societies nose, no one knew of it until I was in my fifth year in school. I was fifteen when the government finally started believing me that war was coming but I was deemed a dishonest. I fought this murderer for over the course of my life since I was just eight months old, this all took place in secret from people who did not believe. I eventually was able to murder this war hunger psycho hollow of a man when I was just seventeen but cannot go into further detail as that is classified information. Also I am still uncomfortable about talking about what conspired throughout my school days." Harry yawned "I think we should get to bed as I know I have an early morning." Steve yawned just after Harry which made both men giggle.

The night proved to be useless for sleep for Harry as he had hooked himself on mild doses of sleeping draught and fire whiskey also did the trick when he ran out the sleeping draught. He had neither so he wasn't able to stay asleep for long as the war plagued his dreams. He was unable to stay asleep so he stayed awake until six am in the morning which had him moving in ingrained routine since childhood as he stood in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Making a proper English breakfast for two grown men as he barely ate as he was barely used to small meager meals.

Bucky rolled into the small kitchenette with slumped shoulders as if he had a pounding hangover. Waking from a drunken stupper was always the down side of drinking the nightmares or night away. Harry placed a black cup of coffee infront of Bucky once he sat down at the small bistro table, the bigger man looked to Harry in surprise enough for him to stare curiously at the smaller man in the kitchen. "You look like a woman from this angle." Harry giggled at that comment as he knew why as Bucky took a sip of the coffee. "How'd you know I liked my coffee black and heavily brewed?" Bucky sipped again with the sweet bitterness of the coffee helping his pounding head.

Harry smiled as he knew that because he had grown his hair to his waist after the inheritance as it was easy with being the hybrid he was. "Am I striking a cord with you my good sir? Trust me when I say I am a full blooded male. I know why you would say that it's because of my hair right or my small size? Let me tell you I'm not a teenager but a twenty-five year old man." Harry smirked as he took the seat across from Bucky Barnes. "Let me formally introduce myself, I'm Harrison Potter and I heard you were Bucky and I just had a hunch that you guys took your coffee black as you don't have any sugar in stock" trying to be friendly to the person seated across from him.

"Bucky Barnes to make it easier for you. So I'm guessing the reason you have a british accent is that you grew up in Britain?" the question more was a rhetorical question as he started eating the food that was made with a hum in a delight. "I did grow up in Britain, in Surrey actually. But I moved to England closer to work, it works better when you can't be located when you work in a dangerous job like police officers. I will be going back home in about eight months as I'm on a short vacation for the moment." Harry gave a short explanation just as Steve strolled in with as smile as he gave a curt morning greeting "Stevie you picked up a good cook. I think we should keep Harry around." Bucky spoke over each bite and chewing of the amazing breakfast. Steve was happy that Bucky like Harry as he always so caring about his welfare, looking to Harry with pleading eyes to stay for a while which had Harry sighing. "Well I could stick around for a few days since I don't know m way around New York, I could help pay some bills for me staying here." Harry offered with Steve looking at Bucky with puppy dog eyes which had Harry holding back a giggle as this was serious since he actually didn't have a place to stay until after finding the magical community here in New York city.

Bucky nodded in agreement as he shoveled another forkful of eggs into his mouth, both men seemed to want him to stay and his instincts wanted him to stay with these men even though they all just met yesterday. They didn't seem to want him for his money or fame, they wanted his company and his cooking which made him happy and his hybrid side happy since it was always screaming at him to create his own family for the past several years.

A year went by in a blur and now it was November 1942 which found Harry still rooming with Steve and Bucky with the impending war in hind sight for everyone around them. They all loved being in each others company which had Harry thinking he didn't even want to return to his own time as he spent his spare time reading the books in his bank vaults. He was stumped on what he wanted to do as he entered their flat and saw Steve laying on the couch coughing as if he was going to cough up the lung itself. As November was quite chilly this year compared to the last, the cold was just settling in the night air which caused problems for Steve's breathing as the man had asthma. Harry slipped healing draughts to the man last year but he was running low and he did not trust any of the potions masters here in New York with the lives of his beloveds. Harry dropped his coat as he closed the door behind him, rushing to Steve's side who sat up to welcome him home. Rubbing his back in support as they both knew it was futile to trying to wish it away, he had tried to make a strong batch but had hardly any good ingredients in the vaults to use in this time frame. He grabbed the vial from his jean pockets and tilting Steve's head backwards after a strong coughing fit that had him hunching forward as if he would hack out the lungs within his chest.

Getting the man laying against his own chest as he poured the contents in the vial down Steve's throat as it would help with his asthma and the cold dense air. The contents of the vial tasted like flu medication to Steve but the man never thought to much on it as his chest started to settle and breath easier. He used his magic to keep them warm in the winter as they almost froze last winter with the suddenness of their water heater tank was with a horrible leak that left them cold. Harry fell asleep with Steve on top of him still laying on the couch waiting for Bucky to return from a mission that took him away for a few months and he kept near Steve when the cld hit so he could help ease him in anyway. This was how Bucky came home to see both men asleep on the couch after coming home after drinking at a bar before coming back to the flat.

The scene looked cute in his drunken mind as he heard slow labored breathing from his best friend which was a good sign as he was not coughing as it was quite cold out for mid November. He rounded around to notice that Harry was barely awake rubbing Steve's chest in hopes of relieving or even soothing his breathing. The next morning had both men waking to a warm duvet covering them and Bucky sipping a cup of coffee in his hands. A smile was plastered onto that chiseled face and they both knew what he was thinking, they told Harry a couple weeks when it was apparent that he was stating for awhile in that same sex coupling was illegal. Homosexuality was still highly frowned upon as it was not well known about, which had Harry giggling on the inside as the magical community even now had some brains for letting people love who they wanted as long as they were in the magical community. Here in America no magical person could marry a non magical person as that was illegal because the non magical could threaten to out the magical community.

The jewel eyed man had wedged himself into the lives of Steve and Bucky in that small flat, helping with rent and cooking for them for breakfast and dinner for the almost a year and a half. He kept encouraging Steve as the small man wanted to enter the military to help in the war that was happening in Germany but this was his third time getting rejected. Harry tried not to tell much of the devasting details of the war he fought, how many lives were lost to make a new peace with the world. Steve came back deflated while Harry was sitting at that tiny bistro table in the kitchen working on trying to piece together the blasted time turner.

It was broken beyond repair as he had no time turner dust to replace the lost dust, pieces were broken in half, pieces that'd didn't make sense at all even to his mind as he fiddled with some of the pieces in his hand. He wanted to know what was cast onto the time turner so he knew how to counter it but he also didn't care about returning to his own time now that he found Steve and Bucky. But that still had him asking who would curse a time turner as they were rare and hard to get a hold of, who would want him gone from his time or was it just a coincidence which was heavy on his mind.

Steve sat down watching Harry cluselessly try to repair the gadget "Still trying to fix that thing? "saying it out loud had Harry sitting back with a huff "Sadly I know that I can't fix it as the parts are broke and pieces missing. The people who could help me are all the way over the ocean in a different time. I am more fit to do heavy lifting over small meager jobs. That is sad really, I have the smarts for things like this but was brought up to do the heavy lifting." Glaring at the cceiling as if he could curse those who taught him several life times of misery for what they did. Harry brought his head back down from staring at the ceiling as he ran his fingers through his hair, one thing he was glad about after the inheritance was that his hair grew straight and long nothing like his father's messy hair that could never stay in one place.

He knew he was stuck as he had some semblance of getting back to his own time but was stuck here and was loving it as he had people who loved him for him. He thought if he could get to Hogwarts did he have a chance of returning to he original time but he was now almost two years older then when he left. Would these two year count or would they not exist when he did return to his time was playing in his mind.

He kept pushing the thoughts of going home as they dwindled to smaller whispers as he stayed by Steve and Bucky's side longer as they now considered hom part of the family they created, he had almost given up on finding a place to call home when he stumbled on to the time turner mission. Steve looked at Harry taking the other's hand into his own knowing he was about to do something that was considered forbidden in this era. Harry looked up to see Stevie with a small smile on his face trying to convey that he was there for him if he needed but Steve had no idea on how overwhelmed Harry was with the broken and cursed time turner on the table between them. Steve looked at Harry deeply but Harry knew now that what was probably going to happen now was going to affect the timeline now which could be extremely bad when or if he returned to his own time. Messing with time could really mess history and lives in the future not just the past.

His libido was getting worse the longer he stayed near either Steve or Bucky as of late with his hybrid whispering in his ear, he knew he found his mates in this time frame but he couldn't risk staying in a time that he didn't belong in even though he did find a place to call home after his parents demise when he was only just eight months old. "Steve we all know about the ..." Harry interrupted in the middle of his sentence as Steve's lips brushed his own. Harry's thoughts about keeping his mates safe flew out the window with that one kiss, what came next he had longed for so long since he had gotten his inheritance. Steve moved around the table still kissing Harry deepening it as they now had tongues down fighting for dominance, hands stripping their shirts from their bodies.

Hands caressing the chests, the skin as heat began to increase, Steve moved from Harry's lips to his chest taking in the soft pink hard nub into his mouth using his teeth to grate over the skin getting moans from the man still seated in the chair. Steve's other hand went to the other nipple which was hard in anticpation of being aroused and used for pleasure, Harry could feel the rough callouses on the hands which added more fuel to the fire under his skin making him moan rather loudly. Steve was in the heat as he moved himself lower and lower down Harry's body which brought him to nuzzling the man's crotch knowing that he had made Harry hard which got him going even further slowly taking the trousers off as his hands skimmed over Harry's rounded hips. Steve finally noticed the scars littering Harry's body but mostly his legs and that he was missing a testicle but what was hard to miss was the big throbbing penis with everything he was seeing.

Steve took Harry by the tip of his penis into his wet mouth swirling his tongue around it making Harry throw back his head. He kept on licking as if it were a delicious ice cream he was eating which caused Harry to moan out "More..ahhh" mewling in pleasure he hadn't felt in a long time. Harry pulled Steve away from his weeping cock and into a death defying kiss of undying passion that neither had felt before, Harry took Steve's cock into his hand with ghost fingers trailing the throbbing veins. Hours passed having moved from the kitchen to the couch then to the bedroom forgetting the door was open, clothes thrown into odd directions.

The front door was slammed open of their flat as someone stomped into their home which startled both men awake from their pleasant dreams of being together. They both tried to grab some semblance of clothing to dress themselves in a hurry along with Harry trying to straighten his sexed up knotted hair. They both were caught by Bucky trying to grab absently at undergarments that were left in the kitchen on the chairs. Something in Bucky's eyes showed lust but passion as he stepped further into the bedroom which had both men tremble and calling out in pleasure for the rest of the night.

The next morning came all to quickly for Harry as he was pushed off the bed which had him searching the room for intruders, relaxing quickly as he saw Bucky holding Steve in a tight embrace a foot that had probably moved him accidently to the floor. The two men were spooning so soundlessly on the small single bed which surprized him that they were all able to fit on last night with their activities. Getting up from the floor had him almost stumble back onto the floor face first if not for his magic which held him in the air as he righted himself, his legs trembling underneath him but he stood at his full height as he was used to after all that had happened so far. He found himself clothed and grabbing a quick bite to eat before his appointment at Gringotts again as he had got word from the goblins pertaining some interesting information. He gave the goblins this task over eleven months ago when he couldn't find anything he wanted to read in the first place hoping they had more luck.

Harry knew the goblins had a way for updating information if given the right tools so he had them searching his vaults, well the Potter vaults for things that could help him with time travelling back to his own time as he himself was stumped. His hybrid creature side told him it was wrong to leave his mate behind, telling him he should stay in this time with the two men down the hall but something was also nagging at the back of his mind. Taking a hand which slid through his hair, a simple mission it was supposed to be but no it had to turn into a sticky huge mess for him yet again. He never seemed to be able to get away from messy situations which had him huffing I defeat. Lifting his head as he heard shuffling which had him feeling warm arms wrap around him which made him feel loved "What's has your mind turning this early in the morning? I knew you always woke up before anyone else but it's still to early even for you to be up." Bucky's voice flitted into his ear with concern, Harry smiled that he was thought of. He smiled as he thought he could get both men to succumb to blissful pleasure of his own skillful tactics in the bedroom, he shook his head clearing his mind of sexual desire.

"I just go word from my bank that they have information on a few invoices that I need to look at. Seems like you enjoyed yourself last night with our little three some uh." Harry smirked through the coffee mug he brought to his lips as Bucky chuckled "Yeah that was some night, it was amazing but if anyone were to find out we could be arrested or worse killed." Bucky went from his usual funny self to a completely and deadly serious which slightly resembled Severus Snape with how serious Bucky could get when the situation needed it.

"Don't worry as the only people who know about us three are only us three which we are all in the same apartment." Harry grinned knowing what effect that would have on the brunette but he knew they were all safe as he put up silencing spells months ago just incase something like this did happen. "But we made quite a bit of noise last night, what would the neighbours thinking?" Bucky was spectacle about Harry's words but Harry was unable to divulge any information to a muggle even if they did complete part of the bond. He hated that he couldn't tell them about the magical world as he found out the laws for being in a coupling or grouping with non magical person(s). Harry giggled as Steve strode into the kitchen looking like a zombie from an old horror movie. Which reminded him it was around this timeframe when those films were created which got him into a laughing fit which split the rest of his coffee onto the table spilling onto the floor.

They all were laughing either at Harry for starting a giggle fir or from not having enough sleep, but with Harry it was beginning to hurt as he had little oxygen getting to his lungs. The day past as normal as any other day as Harry went to Gringotts as he now had the right equipment that could possibly take him back to his time. Something was nagging him to go see Dumbledore which thrilled him like it would excite him into a box full of magical insects that wanted to eat you from head to toe or from the inside out and other ways that they liked to use a living cadaver.

This made his skin crawl just thinking he might have to go to Britain to go see Dumbledore as he never wanted to deal with Dumbledore ever again. Things had gotten busy for the next few weeks as he studied the material he was given which also had Steve failing at entering the military for the fifth time now. Bucky going off with missions that took him far from home leaving both smaller men to wait, Harry was still trying to figure out how to send himself back to his own time even though he was quite content staying here in the small flat. He wrote a small note just incase something did happen while he was working on the blasted time turner again, he packed what he belonged in a trunk that was shrunken in his pocket.

Playing with any cursed objects could prove fatal in the good cases, the cases that were not so lucky saw the people mutated and warped beyond imagination turned into abominations that used to be human. Putting together one cursed and broken time turner with an equally cursed object of his own creation as he sat at the small bistro table in the kitchen as he slowly put pieces back into place. There was no room for any mistakes that could happen as he had braided his hair back to keep it all back away from his table and face.

Harry picked up a pair of silver tweezers and his hawthorn wand to repair the stupid tie turner that got him stuck in this time even when he didn't want to leave he knew he had to return to his time. He knew he didn't belong in the 1940's, he wished to the gods that he could stay but he knew it was coming to an end when he heard a soft click in the time turner. He loved being with his male mates which made him feel so safe and warm and loved compared to the time where he could be returning to but he knew it was time to leave more then ever. He could and was changing history where he sat and it would keep on changing to something completely different if he stayed any longer.

He hated that he wanted to stay for his own selfishness and not care about what happened to everyone else back in the future but from putting the time turner back together he had some time to process all this information that plagued his waking mind. He thought about all his missions from the time he began as an Auror, who could want him out of the way, why would someone try to kill him after saving them from Voldemort not once not twice but seven eight times. He had created the worst taboo creating a horcrux, splitting your soul into fragments which also split your mind making you more mad more unstable to live a decent life. Why would anyone want to harm the Savior of the wizarding world, was it better if he stayed here in the 1940's?

He placed the last of the pieces together as he was lost in thought when working but a pulling sensation woke him from his thoughts just like the first time he was pulled through time. Legs buckling underneath him hitting concrete not wooden floor boards had him looking up as screams were heard all around him in fear and anger. His green emerald eyes trying to lock onto what was making the people around him screaming in dispare,but this didn't have him running away from the disaster but racing towards it to see if he could help and he ran straight into danger.

Weird giant robotic like basilisks were flying around destroying buildings and were pouring from a giant black hole in the sky. He slipped his wand into his wand holster that he had strapped onto his hip as he shrugged off his winter jacket and shirt so they wouldn't be ruined. Letting out sparkling wings from his back which sparkled in the sun rays casting light onto the surrounding as he knew he needed flight if he were to kill any of these earth intruders. His wings reflected light not from the sheer whiteness of the feathers but the scales littering his body. The scales covering his torso and face like body armor not as thick as dragon scales, but thick enough to keep him from bleeding out with hexes and some curses.

He pulled his wings back then shot himself quickly into the sky above so quickly that he could almost dodge bullets if he so desired. Flying towards the creatures looking so hell bent on taking this city to the ground green eyes scanning for any weaknesses they might have when he had an idea as he lengthened his nails to sharp talons which he could slice threw most metal almost like a hot knife to butter. If the ministry of magic of any most countries found out he was a creature not a wizard they would either lock him up or kill him on sight, he knew both creatures were at the bottom of the black listed creatures but they were still black listed for a reason the ministry would say.

Taking his talons and slicing through the thick robotic armor like paper making the serpentine monster roar in pain which sounded nothing like he ever heard before. He was able to speak with snakes even though Voldemort was dead, but these creatures were not from this earth non magical and magical. They had no dialect he could hear just signals from the robotic parts that told them to attack and kill everything in sight. He heard someone ordering others to keep the aliens as close to the black hole in the sky as possible, his eyes caught something on the ground. Movement from nothing human or creature he knew of even from the books he had read in his spare time.

He needed to help minimize the damage like every other person who was helping doing, keeping the aliens close to the hole in the sky needed not just his hybrid creature side but his wizard side also.

Harry let out a skrill of a hiss trying to get any of either creatures in the area to help with keeping the aliens contained in the area. No on answered as he knew before he let out a skrill as he knew it would happen, other attempts had been futile as he had yet to meet either side for more then split seconds before they chased him off.

Soaring up to help the humans but stopped when a saw a green hulk of a man started smashing the serpentine robotic flying aliens all by himself with great ease. His hand flew up catching an arrow before he even knew it was flying at him and flinging it at another alien taking them down with the velocity that impacted more then one alien on the ground. He knew he himself looked like a dangerous and unknown threat but he knew he was helping the people escape who were to weak to fight for themselves.

He had enhanced the arrow not just with his strength but his magic making quite an explosion killing more aliens then just the two that were targeted saving several human lives. Green eyes followed to a suit of red and gold armor fly into the black hole with a muggle missile but as they waited for him to return he gathered more muggles telling them to run away when he killed a few more aliens. He watched the black hole as it started closing but before it closed the iron suit of armor fell through as the last of the black hole closed leaving no traces of its existence other then the alien corpses that littered the city streets.

Green eyes watched as the green hulk of a resemblance of a man jumped building sides to catch the iron suit from doing a deadly face plant into the concrete ground. He hovered slowly down to just a few blocks away for safety from the group as he retracted his talons and folded his wings but kept them out just in case.

He watched the aliens collapsed around them as if they were all connected to one another for life and intelligence. The wind drifted scents to him all human, all non magical but all had held some sort of power compared to regular muggles which made him hesitate but something caught his attention. A scent he had just smelt that morning before he was pulled from that small apartment to an alien war.

He slowly made his way to the group trying to find the man he knew the scent belonged to but he saw no one he was looking for, all were to big to be his lover from the 1940's. But he could smell that one of them smelt like home even though their was now power behind that scent, he was pulled from his thoughts when his green met steel blue eyes. A woman with red hair spoke up "Hey cap whose this guy?"

"Harry is that you? How could you be Harry as you have wings and scales and he would have aged by now. Harry disappeared in February of 1942 but you are wearing what he wore other then being topless. Who are you?" Steve's voice came from the man who wore a blue leather suit and a shield with the American colours painted on. It hit Harry hard hearing Steve's voice sound so saddened and angry. "Steve is that you? What happened to you? What year is this? The gods must be punishing me with hallucinations if your here. Why can't I ever live a normal life like a regular muggle or something. God I hate time turners even if they can be useful, why did I take that stupid mission before going undercover, time travel just messes my life up even further first my godfathers now my lovers. I'm the same Harry that Steve met back in the 1940's." Harry jammed his hands into his hair pulling at strands trying to make sense of anything.

"Why the hell am I still in New York, why can't anything turn out nice and simple. Nothing can turn simple because I am Harry fucking Potter. The gods must hate me." He never wanted to show how much of a freak he was to his lovers much less his scars but after the first time they had sex it was hard to hide the scars from both lovers.

He had just gotten used to magic when he was seventeen but after his inheritance it almost pushed him over the edge as it was alot to deal with. Being a magical black listed creature with no one to help him or anyone to confide in. The he was transported to a time were homosexuals had no rights at all in the muggle world while the magical community barely had any light to same sex coupling as it wasn't that common for they also followed some of the muggle ways trying to keep secret.

"Harry, Harry calm down and yes it's me Steve. What are you talking about time travelling, what are muggles? You better not be hallucinating or that would mean I could be hallucinating. What's happening right now is real I promise you. So your my Harry but how can that be possible, you disappeared back then in that small flat we shared." Steve took off his helmet showing Harry that Steve was who he claimed he was. Steve could barely try grasping that Harry was here infront of him unaged but looked like an angel with scales which gleamed in the sun light. "Did Hydra capture you by chance? Did they do this to you?" Steve asked not knowing what to say but Harry looked at Steve in confusion "What's Hydra? I was always a freak from my knowledge." who flared out his wings in agitation.

Both men were confused on how each other was unaged and changed in the here and now, both thinking that something huge happened in time the time skip for a huge change like this to happen. Opening his wings on reflex and ruffling his feathers as he felt another's presence behind him that reminded him the war was far from over and the man who tried to shoot him when he himself was helping others was behind him. Spreading his wings wide open making him seem bigger then he truly was as several arrows bounced off his scales covering his feathers. Flapping his wings in agitation at the threat "Wait Harry don't leave. We can talk about this. I mean there is alot to figure out since you left so suddenly and appearing so many years later. We could be friends in this time?" Steve looked slightly panicked with his rambling as the green eyed man took flight to catch the person who kept threatening him with arrows. Muggle arrows had no effect on him since his scales were to thick for regular metal to penetrate, he grabbed his wand from the holster with a fluid motion he stunned the archer who had knocked another arrow to the bow.

The group was silent as Harry brought back the archer safely who had fallen off the roof top he was shooting from, the bow fell from the man's hands but Harry gave no indication of fetching the weapon as it smashed into the ground below them. Steve stared in awe as Harry brought down a much larger man then himself with just a piece of wood and carrying the man with such ease it made it look so effortlessly. Harry seemed so different compared to the wallowing man of war to a warrior angel, an angel with a slight frame curves and scars showing he had been through hell and back. He had toned muscles that would have most drooling over him, the scars Steve remember Harry having was on this man infront of him, the same ones that his Harry had. No one else could be this man other then the real Harry, his Harry who was alive and well and strong.

Harry noticed as he landed that everyone was staring with mouths agape at him and he gritted his teeth. Everyone was surprised that the small man infront of them could even lift the archer much less look like he was carrying a precious doll instead. "What he shot at me and was going to do it again." Harry shrugged as he shifted the archer onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Seriously Clint you couldn't have waited until we told you orders or something? We don't need help taking down anything after what we took down." the woman spoke harshly to the archer who now had a name.

"How would I know he was going to shoot me with a some king of tazer? Signals were down after the black hole closed for five minutes how was I supposed to know he was on our side?" the man on his shoulder spat back to the red haired woman which had Harry smile. He set the archer to his feet who dusted off his uniform and glared at the woman. "That wasn't a tazer for information as it doesn't affect the nerves with electricity like muggle stun guns. Stunners are much more effective then what you muggles have and less painful really. Maybe private quarters would be better then out in the open with this kind of information." Harry smirked as everyone was confused as he spoke a language non knew. even though he spoke the common tongue. Clint tried getting the pin needle feeling out of his muscles "We could use my tower." the man in the iron suit suggested.

Steve watched Harry fly above the limo he was riding in to get back to Stark tower, not wanting to loose sight of his first love. The wings on him enhanced him in several different ways, but he was so different then when he had last seen him back in February 1942 before he actually was able to join the military with the help of a military science division. The man barely even aged two years when he stayed with them back in the 1940's. Everyone was watching the wings reflecting the light of the setting sun colours almost unimaginable reflect off those scales and feathers.

Tony and Natasha were trying to get him to answer who Harry was and what was their relationship, how was he here unaged a day past a teenagers body. Steve was unable to answer them about Harry as he didn't have those answers as he had questions himself to ask Harry before he disappeared before he turned into Captain America.

-Steve's flashback-

"Steve it's time to go to the show. Hurry or we will be late." Harry told Steve who was waiting at the door for Steve as they had reservations as a popular restaurant and show. Steve had only one pant leg on when Harry opened the bedroom door, the man giggled at the sight of Steve trying to get into the new pair of pants. Steve's attempt to rush getting ready so they could go on their date after having sex for the first time was leaving little to the imagination.

Steve always wondered how Harry got dressed so quickly no matter what he dressed in with less time then anyone he knew. They both agreed to a small date at a small theatre that also catered to their needs with high quality food. They caught a cab and arrived just in time for the show along with their private booth that held a wonderful dinner as Harry giggled to himself throughout the film. They both were in their own bubble as they drank a little to much champagne during the film.

Once getting back to the flat Harry took up the couch as he had done so in the past as he tried fiddling with the small mechanism he had with him which he didn't know what it was as it was broken into pieces. Harry told them in the first week that he was fleeing the war, and he noticed Harry watching and listening to them as if learning about everything in and around him so he could survive.

-End of Steve's flashback-

Harry let the wind carry him as he followed the muggle limousine through the streets of New York city, the buildings and streets added to he could tell he was still in New York city. So much had changed since the 1940's but alot still the same, wondering how to tell Steve about his anything about his world, where he came from, who he truly was, the year he belong to even now was distant from him as he flapped his wings carrying himself onto stronger air currents. His world had rules but he was also not a wizard anymore so could he break the rules possibly but he never read to much into politics as it was confusing and twisted.

He knew he could tell him about his creature side at the very least because he was not under wizarding laws, creature laws were different but he didn't know what else to do as he was clearly in the future with strange things happening like aliens and very large green men. Things couldn't get anymore complicated could they?

How was he supposed to break the news to Steve about time travel as it was only a theory in the muggle world when he travelled back in time. How was he supposed to tell him that he somehow found a way to fix the broken time turner sending him forward through time as he was think that he arrived back into his right timeline. Would he have to tell Steve every little detail about the magical world, did he have to explain his whole life to his mate i full?

Did he have to say anything about where he came from, the war he was in, the scars that littered his body? Did he have to explain the war, who he killed, who was killed, how many lives were lost because of some stupid prophecy. How he always was the hero who was beaten in the care of his flesh and blood family? How was he to explain that he was an Auror who got the job because he was the savior and the last Potter living.

He had way to much training and field experience for battles on the field of war, he had no tactics for things like talking as he was shown to shut up as no one cared about how he was feeling as everyone was more important then a hero having post traumatic stress but even he knew he didn't have ptsd as he was so used to blood and pain. Feeling on edge as he was still high on adrenaline from not just the war with aliens but also from time travelling once again against his will.

When they all reached Stark tower everyone was quiet in the elevator as it went up, no one moved and everyone could here each other breathing which made it even more tense. Harry kept his eyes trained to the floor but he knew everyone was either staring or taking glances at him, everyone slowly filed out of the elevator once the got to the to floor. Harry followed behind them almost mindlessly as his mind tried to catch up to what was happening in the here and now as it all was a swirling storm inside his mind like a blizzard of thoughts small and big.

Harry sat down across from Steve subconsciously not even looking up once from his hands as he spoke "So.. Uhh, well I time travelled you see where I met you Steve. Time travel is possible but not that far back unless something cursed the item that can time travel backwards. You can only go so far back also which prevents people from living multiple lives, but some how I accidentally was sent way far back in time to the 1940 actually. I was born in 1981 on July 31st so I didn't really lie about my birthday just the year, things change quickly if you mess with anything when taken back in time. I was retrieving the cursed time travel item when it broken in my hand sending me back, once I fixed it I was sent forward through time apparently having lifted the curse to take a person backwards in time. So whose hungry I know I haven't had anything since lunch and that was back in 1942. But that was just this afternoon I guess, I don't really know, it's even confusing for me. Anyone who has questions can ask after I speak with Steve which will happen after lunch or would it be dinner?" Harry looked up after speaking quickly but efficiently enough so the people in the room could probably understand.

Harry had yet to put a shirt back on as he kept his wings snug to his back leaving his torso slighty exposed to everyone. All eyes were on him with a range of emotions and intellect that he could see as they processed the new information "The little winged man seems to be speaking some truth. Let's have a feast as we vanquished evil today so we have yet another day to fight. What you say my friends?" Thor spoke first not caring one bit about time travel as the Harry proved to be good so far in the fight against the aliens.

Several stomachs growled not so quietly before anyone could argue, "Jarvis order shwarma for everyone here. While you are at it record data on our new guest for research purposes." Tony called out once Steve and Harry left to have their private talk. "Of course sir. Anything else I can get you?" a polite automatic voice was heard in the main living room who was Jarvis "That's all for now Jarvis."

"So who wants to bet this will end in a disaster for Cap as he hasn't seen anyone other then Peggy since coming out of the ice." Natasha took a seat of a leather sofa away from the men. "I'll bet that Cap had at least tapped that sweet ass, he looks like such a sweet little creature from the myths of heaven." Tony smirked as he held a tumbler with a dry whiskey inside it as he took a sip. "I bet the small man went through something similar to Cap, also I think they are just war buddies really. The man could have been fleeing the war." Bruce suggested a logical explanation with lack of details as no one knew the itty gritty details.

While the groups were making bets on what was going to happen between Harry and Steve aka Captain America, Steve was trying to keep up with Harry's explanation but it just sounded like non-sense. "Steve I'm a hybrid creature, a mix of siren and harpy but my parents were human mostly. Each creature of my hybrid, siren and harpy are rare and males are more then extremely rare is what I have read and seen. Steve I am human but also creature, I am not an alien as I was born on this earth by human parents. I know this is alot to take in after so many years apart but you deserve to know, I have no dna suggesting that I came from outer space so don't even ask. It's so weird being back here with you by myside in 2006, I'm happy that we can get another chance without worrying about changing the timeline." Harry told Steve about what he truly was and that itself was a weight off his chest now.

"Harry it's 2015 not 2006. Why are you thinking it's 2006 anyway? You left a single note that day when you just upped and disappeared not trace no goodbye even. You could have said goodbye. " Steve sounded hurt and confused but anger set in just as quickly as he looked at Harry as his words settled into his brain as he processed even more information that he himself was getting used to. Harry wanted them to get back together like nothing happened what so ever, would he allow it to last or would it be a fling. "Why would I let you in after 70 years of not knowing if you were safe, no letters, not even a phone call. I just figured you left for England or Britain after you probably got tired of us right, you went on with you life over seas after the whole war. But you suddenly show up like magic and you expect us to get back together? How would you get me to believe in you after leaving not just me but Bucky... Bucky was so saddened after you left..."Steve was seething at this point holding his hands which were balled into tight fists with them trembling from the anger but not all his anger was at Harry but also himself.

Harry was shocked to hear that he was again in the wrong year as he had now jumped almost ten years past 2006 but his attention went back to Steve and his posture. Harry finally realised that Steve was several times bigger then he was now and the anger coming off from Steve made him take several steps back until his back hit the wall. "How did you get so big?" Harry's voice almost didn't reach Steve's ears as it trembled in fear which had Steve backing up slightly to give Harry space as it looked like Harry was about to fall to his knees as they were shaking badly.

"Why does my life have to suck so much, first my parent's deaths, then the stupid war, stupid friends leaving me, then stupid cursed time turner, now way above average partner. Why can't I ever have it nice and simple, what did I do so wrong? This is what i get for being Harry fucking Potter that what. First the 1940's with finding who I needed to find then time jumping forward past my time to 2015 so pleasant. Why did I have to even tinker with that stupid time turner, reason was you gut was telling you to keep at it now look at what's happened your alone and cornered again. Cursed objects are bad you should know that by now as you used to be a bloody horcrux for the most vile man out there, a least you killed him in the end. You had to die before even killing the stupid fucking mad man, coming back to life is always just so peachy Potter. You couldn't even sit back and enjoy a simple life because everyone thrusted you into trouble so getting a job that would do that instead was such a great idea look what it's brought you. It took you back in time just for you to find your mates then have your gut tell you to fool with a blasted time turner smart Potter smart. I just had to end up with not one but two men to fall in love with then time just rips it apart like a single thread. I'm still so young only 26 years old almost 27 even with the stupid jumps, I am so going to enjoy killing who ever cursed that time turner when I found out who did it." Harry went onto a very long rant that he thought was in his head but he was muttering it loud enough for Steve to hear.

Steve was watching Harry with worry for the man as the air seemed to gain an electrical charge, he heard Harry's muttering making out only half of what he was saying about war and the time turner what ever that was and how he was only 26 still and about him dying and being brought back to life. The rant only lasted two minutes which was surprizing at how fast the small man could speak clearly for anyone to listen to. Steve was even more confused now as he waited for Harry to finish his rambling that went onto friends and betrayal and so much more but nothing made sense.

Harry made a grab for something in his pockets and threw whatever he had in his hands at the glass wall shattering not just the object but the glass with the impact. Steve noticed that the object that Harry threw was the same object he had be trying to fix in that small flat of theirs but now it was broken beyond fixing with it now in a million pieces.

Everyone was silent and everyone could feel the electrical charge in the air, Steve looked to his group of rag tag teammates as if asking if they could feel it. The walls were all glass so they could see each other and what they all witnessed was beyond what they could possibly comprehend other then Thor as he has been to many different worlds and here was considered a god in sorts.

Both Tony and Bruce shared a look as if asking the same questions as they were the two people in the building wih high iq's other then Harry but he was having such a break down that know one could tell if he would be alright. Harry was seething in his spot against the glass wall which was rippling almost like water with how much accidental magic was releasing from his body.

"Food has arrived sir." Jarvis jogged everyone back to reality which startled everyone but not as badly as Harry who opened his wings, talons and sharp teeth on show as he hissed to the intruding voice but saw no one which put him on edge. Safety was only on his mind, the man infront of him didn't resemble his lover he wished could sooth him, he was far from home far from the two people he loved because of the blasted time turner which was forever broken. Running and leaping into the air soaring away from Stark tower letting the wind guide him to any place he could take shelter in or under.

Steve snapped to when Jarvis was heard not truly recognizing what the words meant as he watched Harry's face twist from despair to that of a warrior within split seconds. He had thrown hurtful words at the smaller man as himself was still hurt by that day when Harry just vanished with out a trace for anyone to follow. The two men were in the computer lab looking at information pertaining time travel and unaging studies from new and very old tales leading back to the gods and magic.

-Harry's dream realm-

Harry was thrust into the ministry of magic back in the unite kingdom with Voldemort trying to take control of the magical world with his own body. They all were walking away from the veil as his Godfather was cursed and pushed in by his own cousin Bellatrix. He screamed at Voldemort to stop killing people but he couldn't do a thing as Voldemort was in control of his body while his mind could only watch over and over again.

Voldemort would be the greatest wizard alive as he was bringing back the old ways of magic, the old ways of how the government was runned, how they killed muggleborns for 'stealing' their magic. Voldemort turned to Harry in his mind with not his own pale snake like hand but Steve's hand that was tracing his face like a lover would. Voldemort's hand returned to normal just as he summoned Steve into the room who was now choking at the dark lord's grip. But red eyes looked contemplating before releasing Steve who was gasping for air.

"Well Harry I heard it is truly terrible for a person to die at the hands of someone they love so Steve here will kill you extremely slow and agonizing as I watch your demise. I am so happy that you are able to get this fulfill in life as I never had anyone I loved but I did have someone I truly hated and that was you. You already died once but can you die again for the good cause?" Steve took the knife that appeared in Voldemort's hand and stepped up to Harry showing him the twisted smiled that seemed so strange on his mate's face.

Steve slowly inserted the knife into his stomach then twisted the metal in his stomach before pulling out and doing it all over again. That twisted smile on his face for getting revenge for leaving him and Bucky in 1942, never letting them know he was ok and safe. this was agonizing but he knew he deserved it for what he has done.

-end of the dream realm-

Harry bolted awake trying to stop the bleeding, trying to stop the blood as all he saw was blood on his hands, on his chest, on the couch and the floor. He heard feet running towards him, his green eyes locked onto steel blue eyes which made him scream as loud as he could while he fell to the floor scrambling back away from those eyes, those hands which tried to grab at him.

He felt his wings moved to surround him to protect him as his screams died down to whimpering as he was trying to piece together what was happening, what was real and what was the nightmare. Remembering being shot with some kind of dart as he landed in a park then blackness, they shot him with a tranquilizer meant for muggles.

That would explain why he was in the place he did try to fly away from but why would they want to keep him as no human was in the park as the city was still under clean up. Tears running down his cheeks as all memories of yesterday came flooding back, he so hated muggle tranquilizers as it made him lose his mind in his sleep and when he just awoke which was always bad after his inheritance as all glass would break underneath his screams if he was surrounded or touched.

He always feared touch until he met Steve and Bucky which they made him forget that he was a freak.

Steve looked t the others not knowing what to do, Natasha and Clint went out after Harry so they could question him later. They brought the man back here after knocking him out with a strong tranquilizer as the smaller dosed tranquilizers had no effect what so ever on the man which made them want to question him even stronger.

The glass wall all but turned to dust at Harry's screams which had them covering their ears to protect their ear drums from exploding. But once Harry was in a tight wing ball and only soft whimpering sounds could be heard did they feel bad for tranquilizing him. "Let him wake up from whatever dream he had. I know it's not always pleasant coming home from being taken against your will is never fun. I should know so let him calm himself down and let him come to us." Bruce spoke to the group but more so Steve.

Everyone went about getting breakfast for themselves some cereal, others toast but nothing over the top as no one knew how to cook other then Pepper but she was out running Tony's business somewhere safe and away from the middle of the war that went on. They all had a form of eye on the wing ball in the corner, the wings sagged down to show a shell shocked Harry which made him look even younger then he was. They all could see stained blood from scratches and a tear stained face "Sorry you had to witness a mind break. Those don't happen often only if muggle medicine or technology is used on someone like me. I temporary go insane in a sense, hopefully it won't ever happen again." Harry's tone at the end was made as a clear threat if they used any sedatives on the man it would be their last time on earth possibly. "I may be a freak but I will not be one on showcase for anyone, I know things that would back you wet yourselves right now so just do not think I can handle myself."

His eyes never leaving his bloodied hands which had fear and anger in them as he had lost control over his magic again. He rarely lost control of his magic or his creature but muggle drugs always messed with his brain and more so after his inheritance. He knew he would have to leave for damaging the walls and window , he had no place here in this time as he just wanted to go back home which had fresh tears pouring down his cheeks washing some of the blood of his hands.

Harry was startled when large arms wrapped around him " I maybe still anger with the situation but you have no place to go and we have plenty of room. I dare anyone to try to take you away from me again. You aren't going anywhere with out me this time. If I have to glue you to my side I will Harry." Steve stoked Harry's feathers which had been ruffled out of place during the scramble this morning. Steve's voice was what helped calm Harry's nerves as this was his Steve not the one who murdered him. "Ok,when can we get the glue?" Harry spoke with sullenness which was hard for Steve to see even now.

They got a couple of wolf whistles from the breakfast eating team. Steve knew who whistled but he would always help Harry even though it was so confusing with everything happening all at once.