The beginning of this crossover doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Dark Dragen, and is from his HP fanfic "HP and the Slaves "Betrayal". The characters from the Dresden Files, and Harry Potter do not belong to me they belong to Jim Butcher and J.K Rowling respectively.

"Oh Harry, I would love to be your girlfriend!" I heard as I was walking past the English school yard. Hearing my name I spun towards the voice and saw two elementary school students sitting on the playground. I smiled; at least someone was having a good day. As I continued to walk down the street hands buried in my pockets I turned and saw the two children walking down an alley. As I looked on a man stepped out in front of them, he was very old by the looks of things as he had a long white beard. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak, and high heeled, buckled boots.

"Hello Harry, Miss Granger nice to meet you."

""Sir," The other Harry said wearily, ready to run with his friend if they had to. "I don't know who you are or how you know our names, but could you excuse us, as Hermione meant to be home soon." I began to feel wary of the old man.

"I'm sorry my boy, my name is Albus Dumbledore, although it won't matter to you shortly," said 'Albus,' "But I'm sorry to say young man, I can't let you go just yet. You see that it has came to my attention that young Miss Granger here has got her parents to call the Social Workers on the Dursleys, I'm sorry to say that I can't have that. Just like I can't have you and Miss. Granger seeing each other."

At that I walked forward. "And what, may I ask, allows you any say in the matter old man?" I asked harshly as I stepped in between him and the children.

"This is none of your concern American!" The old man, 'Albus' replied.

I watched his fingers twitch, normally a sign of imminent movement, so I pushed the children out of the way and jumped aside.

"Petrificus Totalus!" A stream of energy rushed past me and somehow still struck the kids. They froze and fell over. I pushed myself up and darted forward throwing my fist out at the man. It connected hard with his jaw and knocked him over. He reached for a stick, that I can bet was a wand, and began to stand again; he was calm and collected even though a nasty bruise was forming on his jaw.

"American, you need to leave or you will regret it." I was amazed; I had never met a wand toting English wizard before. I had heard the rumors that they were ten times as powerful as an American wizard but I hadn't been able to confirm it with my own eyes until now.

Then I saw his wand…I was still within arms reach so I wrenched his wand from his hand. His eyes seared with hatred as I snapped it in two. Yelling two words I'd never heard before a green jet of light streaked out of his hand and towards me. I dove away and watched the ground puff as it absorbed the magic.

This time he looked a little fatigued. That was when I realized that he was only as powerful as his wand. "Fuego!" A jet of flame shot towards the old man who was now no where to be seen. I turned to the children and saw that the boy, Harry was standing up, however the girl whose name I remembered as Hermione was still lying still.

I picked her up and felt the magic around her, she would be a powerful sorceress one day, but right now she had magic binding her arms and legs together. I broke the hold and put her down.

"Alright children," I said with a smile, "You are going to need to come with me, for your protection."

Little Harry looked into my eyes, and I thought the soul gaze would begin. It didn't, so I looked into Hermione's eyes, and was instantly pulled into a soul gaze.

Now a soul gaze is something that only happens to modern wizards, not the ones who still use the old ways, things like wands with focus crystals and power cores. It lets you see a person's true self. A lot of times they don't even know themselves as well as the people they've soul gazed.

Anyway, I saw the little girl standing with her back to me looking down at something, something that was moving, writhing. I was spooked to say the least until she turned to me and I saw what she was looking at. Herself. I grimaced when I saw that the one on the ground was shaking and crying. I'd only seen someone like this once, it had been a girl I'd met a year ago, and her parents had abused her in all ways possible.

The soul gaze ended and I found tears in my eyes. Hermione collapsed and little Harry caught her. "Harry, that man is our friend," was the last words out of her mouth before she fainted.

"Okay… sir? Can you help me?" I walked forward and picked up the fragile little form.

"Follow me Harry," I said. I walked to the rental car that was parked down the street after I put the remains of the broken wand into my duster pocket. I got them into the car and strapped them in. I turned the keys in the ignition and the car started, good luck, but I wasn't thinking about that, I was thinking about these two young magic users that I had stumbled across on my way home from the trial for the death of my uncle, Justin Morningway…