Disclaimer: I do not own, seek to own, or seek to infringe on the copyright of JK Rowling, or of Disney Inc. Read at your own peril, please review.

Summary: This is my take at an adult crossover between Harry Potter, post DH, and Beadknobs and Broomsticks.

"Mr. Potter, your accounts have been closed in the manner that you requested, the properties that were so enchanted have been collapsed into your, as you called it, "pocket-dimension," and all of the servants, live-stock, vegetation, and perishables have been placed under our deepest stasis wards," said the former accounts manager for the Potter Family, The Rt. Hon. Fierce and Bloodthirsty Senior Goblin Account Manager Horgreate Slashender said to the young man seated across the opulent desk from him. "A total listing of the vast fortunes, wealth, magic(s), and properties you have acquired by right of conquest, blood, and honor has been included in this envelope for your perusal at a later date. I must say Mr. Potter that your closing of these accounts is sure to throw our stability into question."

"Slashender, your bank has been in business for many centuries, and you have diversified into the muggle world in more ways than one, and I know that the two year notice that I gave was not inconsequential. I know for certain that the mighty goblins of Gringotts will have the economy back on track within a week. You've had plenty of time to count this loss, and as far as business goes, this will turn into a lucrative venture for all of Gringotts," spoke a confident and bored looking Harry Potter. "Where is the storage unit, and what else is left to sign?"

"Mr. Potter, there are only nine forms left to sign, in blood, and the closure of your accounts will be complete. The storage unit containing what we are returning to your possession is under fortification at the moment in a room behind this one. The spell-work on the cask requires the contracts be negated before the device can leave Gringotts property."

"Very well then," Harry spoke humorlessly. As he began to read the contracts which would finalize his withdrawal of a vast sum of wealth, and treasures, from Gringotts he carefully withdrew his wand, a recent acquisition made of Elder, from his robes and cast every detection, revealing, and anti-confounding charm he knew before signed anything. There was no surprise in his voice when he discovered a hidden section of the contract in microscopic print emerge which, had he not discovered would have ceded more than three quarters of his wealth back to Gringotts for their "services" performed in putting his properties in stasis.

"Goblin," Harry began with a slight tremble in his voice from a rage he was unwillingly becoming accustomed to, "your attempt to swindle me is not only pitiful, but also unworthy of the skills of a Master Goblin. The Cask is to be brought to me now, or I shall find you in violation of the pact I and your Chieftain made before this process began. I have no qualms about casting the spell on you, or cursing the very stones of this bank to rubble."

"Can you blame us for trying Mr. Potter," the goblin snapped his fingered and a section of wall sank away to reveal a small group of goblins carrying what looked to be a solid cube of iron suspended between two metal poled, inscribed with a design which Harry had specified.

"Actually, I can," Harry said as he took his wand and began a detailed examination of the cube which he has spent the better part of three years researching and a great deal of money to make. "I am satisfied that the contents have not been altered, and I am satisfied that the crystals have been fully charged as was the task set before you."

The goblin began to look relieved, but before he could begin to speak Harry pointed his wand at the gaudy desk of the goblin and with a cold stare flames shot from the end of his wand, consuming the paperwork, the desk, and all of the materials that had previously been atop it.

"What is the meaning of this! This is an attack, not only on my person, but on Gringotts as well!" The goblin has spun to berate Harry, which would have been more effective had the remnants of his eyebrows not been smoking.

"That goblin," Harry began, "was my measured reaction to the trickery that you have tried to impress upon me today. Instead of killing the goblins of Gringotts, I merely removed the offending document in order to keep the peace…and when did it become standard to request blood for account closures? No, you creatures will receive none of my blood." With that Harry swished his wand and the cube began to pulse and phase until it was translucent, then gone. "I wish you a good day Master Goblin, and I know that if I am successful in my venture you and I shall not have any future un-pleasantries…shall we?" Harry stared over the rim of his glasses as the goblin fidgeted and squirm. "No my Lord, we shall not" was the only reply that he was given.

With the discussion over, Harry left the office, and once reaching the porch of the great marble building, apparated to the site which he had been preparing for so many years hoping to set the world right from all of the wrongs of the past.

Apparating into the clearing that was heavily warded, Harry approached the site manager whom was responsible for the dig. "Mr. Smith, how are you today," Harry asked with a smile. Harry preferred being at the site, and would have loved to supervise his own projects, but time was not on his side, and neither was it in his interests to possibly corrupt the natural magic of the site that the crew of experts were carefully molding and harvesting for his project.

"All is well today Mr. Potter. As I told you last week the site has been finished, we are simply reviewing all of the detail work on the masonry that you required of us. This is going to be a beautiful garden sir," spoke Mr. Smith, who was the contractor of one of the most successful muggle contracting companies in Europe. Mr. Smith and his company had been hired to construct a very elaborate building, set into the mountain of a once prosperous fishing village, which had been almost completely abandoned after the Second World War. The hill that the palatial structure had been carved into was once the site of an ancient castle, which stood for generations protecting the coastal village from invaders. What was not known, widely, was that the castle was the site of several powerful wizarding families, whom had lorded over the feudal area, and had tied their blood, and magics to the land.

The original ruin had to be destroyed, and the new building was modeled after, and a near reproduction of, Blenheim Palace. The design was no coincidence, as the original design was created by a squib genius whom realized that the design of the palace could act as a generator of sorts for ambient magical energy and when focused by a proper wizard through a complicated ward scheme the architect designed into the "artistic" masonry, a great source of self-replenishing and growing magical energy would be able to as the architect described, "alter reality."

"Thank you Mr. Smith for completing this task. I know that my grandfather started with your company some time ago to start this project, and I have been more than happy to complete the project with you. The quality of the work you have done is nothing short of amazing. I know that it has been a trying decade and a half of labor or you and the people of your company, but the rewards for the early completion will be worth your efforts. Pending a final inspection of the premise by my experts I am comfortable in saying that the £25 million early finish bonus may surely be in your account by the end of the week."

"Thank you Mr. Potter, working for your grandfather was a wonderful experience which the company was more than pleased to undertake. When the contract was first introduced for bidding, I can honestly say I was shocked. There were very few demands for such large scale projects, and even fewer were demands for architecture in anything but the modern style. After all, my company thought that your grandfather was insane until we saw that he had the cash to back up his desires." Mr. Smith indicated that Harry should follow him to the main entrance, as had become their custom for these weekly inspections.

"As was noted before there were a few troubling tiles of marble in the entrance way, but our new shipment arrived yesterday, and as you can see the work has been completed. This is most intriguing design that you chose for the pattern Mr. Potter…what was your inspiration?"

"I saw this design in one of my family's heirloom books. The thing was practically in pieces, but on the inside cover of the book was this design, which as far as I have been able to uncover it is a modified form of the Greek Alpha and Omega. The gold outlining was done very well by your subcontractor. The detail is absolutely amazing. Mr. Smith, what else remains to be done in the house beside the furnishing? Have the inspectors been by to certify the property?"

"Mr. Potter, we have had the inspectors in at each stage of construction, and as of 12:00 pm Sunday past, your property has met the standards of His Majesty's Government for occupation, as well as residency." Mr. Smith smiled as he directed Harry to one of the stairwells leading to the second floor. "As you can see Mr. Potter the master masons included the art details you required along the cardinal points of each corridor, room, and tile, while also ensuring that the symmetry of the house was to specifications. The office that you requested above the library, is completed, and allowed a full view of the great organ." Mr. Smith led Harry past several men that were continuing to paint and install fixtures here and there, until they reached a room two flights above the library which had a glad wall allowing for views of the library, as well as the jewel of the room, the pipe organ.

"The office has been designed to the specifications you asked for, with the large fireplace here by the entrance, with two more personal and conventionally designed hearths for the second and third flanking either side of your desk." Mr. Smith indicated that Harry should sit at his desk and check the paperwork on his desk. "The supply company has already furnished this room to your specifications and standards Mr. Potter there is a complete inventory of items in the lower left hand drawer of your desk, and the files on your desk are the final reports from my office as to the status of the house, which aside from a few minor fixtures which will be completed by week's end will be ready for your furnishings and designers to be set upon."

"Thank you Mr. Smith for the keen assessment and devotion that you have given the project over the last decade and a half. Are the kitchens functional?" Harry was looking through the paperwork and only glanced up to see the nod of Mr. Smith. "Excellent then, I don't know about you but I think celebratory drinks are in order." Harry saw the smile on Mr. Smith's face, and knew that the hospitality would be appreciated.

Pulling out a high-tech cell-phone from one of the pockets of his suit, Harry hit a few buttons and almost immediately began a conversation of various orders and actions for the person on the other end of the line to carry out. "Excellent Mr. Smith, that was my chief of staff, and by 5:00 pm this Saturday a celebration will be held in the courtyard for your crew, and all of the men and women that made this project a reality. Please inform everyone that family and friends are welcome, and that the citizens of the village are more than welcome to come. A band is being acquired, and if I am reading this report correctly, your men will have completed the clean-up of the interior by 3pm so we could feasibly have tours of the house?" Harry looked up and waited for Mr. Smith to speak.

"Yes Mr. Potter, there were only two crews in the house at the moment. One was completing the artwork in the third floor master suite, and the other is finishing the plumbing in sub-basement 3A." Mr. Smith took a moment to readjust in his seat before he continued speaking. "We have everything completed Mr. Potter, and if you would like to allow your house to be opened to the public, there are no preventatives that I can think of which would require people to remain outside. By Saturday all of the interior designers should have completed their tasks."

After signing a few pages with a flourish Harry looked up with a Cheshire-Cat smile, and happily exclaimed, "Wonderful! We have a full few days ahead of us, but this is a momentous occasion." Walking over to an expanse of wall Harry intoned, "Computer," as he spoke the section of wall his hand was on lost its decorative floral patter wall-paper revealing a smooth black glass surface with an odd keypad underneath the palm of Harry's hand. "Computer, please send out a mass alert to all citizens and residents of the village as well as all members of Mr. Smith's company whom have worked on the construction of the house informing them of a party to be held on the grounds at 5pm this coming Saturday." An ethereal voice that belonged to no one in the house responded, "Affirmative. Invitations will be sent to 650 individual workers, and 500 villagers. Will confirmation be required for attendance?" Harry responded in the negative, and the voice confirmed that delivery had been made.

"I'm glad you've shown some ease of use with the new computer system Mr. Potter, your grandfather was somewhat reluctant to utilize their services in the design of the building until I finally convinced him that some form of home computer and AI was needed to maintain the building." Mr. Smith smiled and as he left his chair and went over to touch the section of wall which was part of the computer. "We had the engineers specifically design the computer and security systems to be the pinnacle of modern technology. Not since the re-engineering of the Empire State Building in New-New York has such an advanced AI or supercomputer been used in a permanently affixed structure."

"Yes Mr. Smith, there were a few entries in my grandfather's journal that told me as such." Harry smiled coyly Mr. Smith as though there were some joke that only he was keyed in to. "Mr. Smith, everything seems to be in order, it's just past 10, would you agree to lunch with me at half past one in the village? Good, I'll see you at the Oyster and Clam on High Street then. They have lovely crab cake, and garlic potato. Thank you for your hard work Mr. Smith." Harry moved from where he was to shake the hand of the gentleman. "Shall we continue with the tour now Mr. Smith? I've been eying the pip organ for the last 30 minutes. I can't wait to try her out."

Of course Mr. Potter, let's carry on." And with that, the duo left the office. A moment later the wall panel flashed, preparing to return to its camouflaged state. What was of interest was that it showed not only the keyboard and a background image of the house and the Potter Crest, but also the date. In bold lettering, which stood in stark contrast to the rest of the computer terminal, the date 12 May, 2432 AD rotated continuously, reminiscent of the computer which the home AI had evolved from.

Ms. Eglantine Price was a woman that few people in the village could find fault in. She was an active member of the Women's Union, the Daughters of the King at the Cathedral, and she was an ardent supporter of peace and harmony. She had been a young woman during the Great War and having seen the horrors that man could inflict on one another, she had resolved to stand strong for the Empire, the Crown, and for her home.

After the death of her husband, Ms. Price had been so bold as to run for the local council, as a Conservative of course, and had only lost the nomination of her party by a three percent margin. Needless to say, she was a well respected woman of the area and to have gained so much support in a man's world was simply astounding. Ms. Price could often be found courting the local MP for higher veteran's benefits, better roads, setting a standard work week, as well as calling for lower import tariffs to allow for British Companies to be more competitive in foreign, and domestic markets. Ms. Price was truly a woman that was dedicated to all that she loved, and thankfully she had a very big heart.

As the drums of war began to beet in earnest in the year 1937, it was fear and trepidation that gripped the heart of the people of the village, and the Empire. It was not so long ago that the people were exposed to the depravity and sickness that is human pride, which led to The War and the loss of so many good and decent people. Ms. Price had heard murmurs that Germany was in a state of unrest, and that was cause enough for anyone to be upset. Whatever someone would want to say about the German's, it would never be that they were not a fierce and proud people…Versailles had not been kind to the German people, and most sensible people would agree that blaming a war which everyone partook in on one people was a recipe for disaster.

These dark thoughts were brooding on the mind of Eglantine as she prepared herself for another outing to speak with the local MP. He was stubborn little bastard that had once spit-up on her as she was tending to him in the Cathedral's Nursery when he was but a lad. If she was going to get him interested in the ding to get him interested in the home armament bill that was circulating, she was going to have to use every bit of persuasive power she had over him, and resolving her thoughts Ms. Price stepped out of the door into the light of a beautiful summer day, and began a stroll down the lane to the bus stop that would comprise the beginning of the first day of her new life.

As she was locking her door to go to the general store, she looked to the old castle that set into the hill not too far from her home. She had grown up in the village and the castle had been more than a local attraction. It had been abandoned since the 1400s, when the family that owned it had died in the plague. Apparently they were a good family, as the villagers had kept the castle in relatively good repair. It was eventually taken over by the government as a strategic coastal defense in the 1700s, but by the 1890s the government had turned it back over to the village, which turned it into a museum. At the moment it only housed old suits of armor, ancient weaponry, and to those in the know a radar/sonar station in a secret dungeon that a few members of the village home guard monitored at the request of the government.

As Eglantine was walking down the path, the sky began to darken which was unusual as the almanac called for a clear, if humid, day. Out of nowhere lightning began to crisscross the sky leaving a web of afterglow from the thermal discharge, and Eglantine could feel that something was off. Suddenly, the tree in the field she was walking past was struck by a blinding flash. What followed was a deafening roar, and an explosion that was neither expected nor welcome. Needless to say, Eglantine began to run to her home.

Ms. Price continued to run to her cottage, fearing for her life, and thankfully she made it in time to safely retreat to her sitting room. It was becoming unnaturally dark, across the village, starting with the distant horizon and like a sea wave crashing to the shore, a blanked of pitch was preventing Eglantine to see anything but the old castle, which had an ethereal green and purple glow about it. The noise outside was becoming more noticeable as the seconds ticked by, and Eglantine began to fell a chill which was not present before. Suddenly rain, thick and chilling, began to pound the roof of her home and obscured her vision of the Castle.

An annoying ring startled her, and with a sigh of relief she walked into the entryway of the cottage to answer her telephone. "Price residence, Eglantine speaking. Hello Father Andrew! Yes, I was going into the village when the storm hit but I am fine now. You saw me with your looking glass you say? Yes the tree did give me quite a start. Can you see what is making the castle glow? Of course I'm not joking reverend, look for yourself! It's as plain as the nose on my face that green and purple lights are surrounding the castle, and its been getting brighter the longer this storm goes on. No I've not been drinking, I tell you the castle is glow…..Hello? Hello? Operator….Operator…." The line had gone dead after a particularly bright flash of lighting, and the lights soon followed. "Dash it all, can this day get any worse?"

Eglantine rummaged in the drawer of the table the telephone sat on, and produced a candle and matches. Quickly lighting the wick, as if experienced with the action, she began a slow walk to her sitting room where she quickly lit a fire, and a few oil lamps, so as to have a better source of light. Eglantine walked over to one of the bookshelves that sat against the wall across from the window she was observing the castle from, and with some trepidation sought out a particular knot in the self. Finding it, she pressed and an audible click brought her a sigh of relief. With the no effort at all, Eglantine pulled the bookcase toward her removed an oil lamp, and began walking down a spiraling staircase into what was undoubtedly a basement area. As she turned the corner, a soft clock, and faint glow of orange from the door once shut, was the only response the met the rhythm of her heels as she ventured down the stairway.

At the bottom of the stairs Eglantine was met with a door carved with many strange symbols and depictions, some of which would seemingly move slightly in the lull of the lamplight, others seemingly glowing as Eglantine reached for the ancient looking door latch. Inside the room Ms. Price lit the wall sconces, and another fire which had a cauldron in place as if for cooking, or other purposes.

"Book! Book! Where are you my darling?" Eglantine practically sang as she glided about the room until she came to an ornate pedestal near a painting of a woman with flowing silver robes and long blonde hair. As though it was an everyday occurrence the painting shifted its gaze from something in the distance, to Eglantine, and did the impossible…it spoke. "Eglantine, something is the matter. What is testing the defenses of the House, and disturbing the balance of magic?"

"I don't know Rominda, there is a very odd storm raging, and the castle is glowing purple and green. Does that mean anything to you?"

A pensive look came upon the figure as she relaxed into the chair that was depicted behind her. "The wards which were anchored to the castle could be the cause of the lights, but as to why they are becoming visible is a mystery. You say that this storm came from nowhere?"

"Yes, it was a beautiful day when suddenly the sky darkened and the lightning came. Then darkness literally came from the sides and cloaked our village."

"Eglantine, I want you to prepare the Sigh to Site potion, and tell key it to the village. I want to know what is going on beyond these walls. Also, if the storm is magical, which I suspect that it is, then it is best that you activate the wards around the cottage and reinforce the spells you have cast on this room with a strengthening drought to the ward crystals, and hurry. The magic has been growing thicker in the air above, and a fraction of what is happening has reached us here below. Whatever this is that is happening, we will use to our advantage. Go to the crystal room and begin allowing the crystals to absorb this ambient energy, and feed any access that they take in to the wards. We very well may need the energy that is running wild to protect us from whatever is coming." The painting of Rominda sat pensively for the next two hours as the storm outside grew steadily worse, and Eglantine's pace became frantic as the magic saturating the air made it almost impossible for her to breath.

"Eglantine, I know you are feeling sluggish now, but you have to finish my dear. I estimate that you only have another hour before the magic reaches its saturation point and whatever is to happen does…this cottage and your work must be preserved!" The painting was becoming somewhat agitated, and worried. She had a twin painting in an upstairs sitting room which looked out to the castle, and lightning had begun to strike the castle periodically, until finally the purple glow, the outer defense wards, ended. It had taken the better part of 30 minutes of complete bombardment by the lightning to bring the ward down. Whatever was directing the lighting was a force that Eglantine did not need to face alone, especially as she was nearly defenseless.

"Rominda, I have completed the tasks. I grow weaker by the minute." Waves of energy and magic were dancing wildly through the town, and with each strike of lighting to the castle, a shockwave of red energy radiated from the castle to the entirety of the village. The residents of the town, whom were all indoors avoiding the storm, were in various stages of unconsciousness as this red energy permeated every structure and caused the bodies of the residents to glow with a faint halo of light after the wave had passed. The only resident not affected by the energy wave, whose effects were unknown, was Eglantine, as she was becoming trapped in a subterranean lair which none of the villagers knew of, not if they found it would have approved of.

"Eglantine, I want you to listen to me very carefully. Go into the crystal room, lock the door, and cast a bubble head charm upon yourself so that you maintain a healthy level of oxygen. Whatever is happening across the village the air has been tainted by the battle going on at between the castle and the storm. The green ward is about to collapse, and an ungodly amount of smoke is billowing from every window, door, and opening of the castle…yet there is no fire." The painting peered at Ms. Price through the curtain of silk that was her hair, and the pensive look she had worn earlier had returned. "I can think on only one other time when anything similar to this occurred, and the results were not pleasant for the one's whom were in the vicinity of the blast zone. Wards as old and powerful as the ones on the castle will not dissipate without taking half of the village with them. If you stand a chance of surviving this Eglantine, it is in the crystal room. Go now, and save yourself while you still have the strength. I have another portrait in London that I can use to bring in help from the outside."

"Rominda, you know as well as I do that unwanted attention cannot be drawn to us, or to our research. I will go to the crystal room, but you must not warn anyone of what is going on here. If you do go, try to return first in order to see if outside intervention is needed. You know as well as I do that the Ministry would more that frown on my involvement with this community, and the extent that I have gone to protect these people. My plans cannot be interrupted, nor risked because a little wind blew in from the west!" Eglantine, clearly frustrated, left the main chamber for the crystal room, and Rominda seeing the glow of the door seal, knew that her advice had been followed. She left her current frame for the one in the sitting room upstairs, when she looked out and saw that the green dome of the castle wards were flickering, and there was a now a constant stream of electricity assaulting the castle continuously.

Marveling at the power needed to command the elements, Rominda was caught unaware when suddenly the ward collapsed, as if it were a great glass dome over the castle. The noise was indescribably horrendous to hear, but what was truly awe inspiring was the faint glow that originated from the central courtyard of the castle, and quickly spread outward to the village at an alarming rate. Rominda was not aware of it but she, the Price Cottage, and the Castle were caught in the center of a fireball which quicly spread outward destroying anything within 700 meters of the castle. Interestingly enough, only three buildings were lost on the plume of fire which raced across the open fields of the castle grounds; one being the castle itself, the second being an outlying house which was in ruins on the southern side of the castle, and Ms. Price's cottage which once stood on the northwestern most tip of the castle lawn overlooking the beach below.

However, protected by a faint blue glow, where the sitting room of Ms. Price once stood, was a stone passage leading underground to an area that while slightly shaken from the experience of the explosion, nonetheless had survived. Ms. Price would be glad to note that her paining had managed to escape to its frame in London, but she would find in the morning that changes awaited her in the village…changes that none of the other villagers seemed to notice, or see as having been made. Yes, the biggest mystery to Ms. Price would not be finding out what had happened the day prior…the biggest mystery would in finding out how in the Hell Blenheim Palace had suddenly appeared in her village, and why no one else seemed to remember the castle, or her.

This is the first attempt that I have made at a fic in quite some time. I don't know how regular I will be, or if this merits continuing.

As for the Harry's Grandfather thing, and the time in the first part, I wonder what being the Master of Death would entail…and the most obvious thing to me would be immortality, but also a cold indifference to the world.

Yes, the computer was a star-trek reference.

No…this is not going to follow Cannon of either worlds.