Hello, this is my first Harry Potter fiction so I'd like to know what people think of it if you please :) On another note I have to thank my personal Beta-reader 'Angel Nat-Chan' without her I would be missing words, letters and missing little bits off lol. Thanks 'Angel Nat-Chan!'

Disclaimer – All the characters and specific places belong to J.K Rowling…or a map…the plot however belongs to me :)

Warning – This is a HarryDraco pairing…will be, and will have unsuitable stuff for minors but alas, young people don't listen, hehe, me included!

The Return of Harry Potter

Chapter One:

"I'll see you guys tomorrow!" a male voice called as he opened the front door to his expensive penthouse. He laughed as some others called back to him but once the door was closed he sagged against it smiling to himself. "Idiots," he snorted happily. "The lot of them."

The man pushed away from his front door and placed his keys on the marble countertop to his kitchen, his place was more a lush flat than a penthouse. He moved into his kitchen and with a tanned hand picked up his black kettle bringing it to the sink to fill it wanting a refreshing cup of coffee after a day out with his friends from work. He set the water to boil and walked out of his kitchen shedding his red shirt into his clothes basket since it was Saturday tomorrow the maids would be collecting it.

Sighing he flipped on his television moving onto the late night news like he usually did. The reporter was in location in London, a place that looked fairly familiar to the raven haired male so he paused to watch.

"The devastation caused was neutralised around this area here," the woman in a suit said motioning behind her to a bookstore followed by a small building and a taller one beside it. "Police are still unsure of what cause the explosion and over sixteen people have been taken into hospital, three suffered fatal wounds and were killed instantly," she went on.

Green eyes were fixed on the small building between the two larger ones and the woman, Sarah Bishop, went on with her report. It was familiar to him though he wished it wasn't, everything near there he'd given up. His kettle announced that it was done so he moved from the screen to fix his drink, bangs of both red and black falling into his eyes. He picked at his hair; he'd grown quite fond of his red streaks once Samantha, a girl who worked for him, had practically begged him to have them done.

"In other news we're brought back to an eight year old investigation concerning the escaped convicted Sirius Black," the anchor man said.

If his eyes hadn't been wide before they were now, the man almost choked on his coffee in his mad dash back into the living room where an unflattering picture of Sirius Black was being played. He could only stare at the screen his coffee mug left forgotten in his hands.

"It would seem that due to recent developments the police have been forced to see that Sirius Black may have been an innocent man," Rupert Kirk said looking directly to his audience. "Long investigations were brought into question years ago and just recently thanks to Remus Lupin, a friend of Sirius Black and school Professor," he went on. "Professor Lupin spoke to the press some days ago," he said and the screen changed.

"Remus?" the raven man asked eyebrows at his hairline as he saw Remus stood there with a crowd of people around him.

"I was a friend to Sirius and I know for a fact that he would never have hurt anyone," Remus announced to the gathered people. "I'm just glad that finally his name can be cleared, he suffered a great deal to free himself, on more than one occasion and is now fighting to become conscious," he went on. "I'll see my friend have a full pardon!"

The man of twenty-one actually dropped his coffee cup and stared blankly at the screen as Rupert Kirk came back on. Thoughts were running rampant through the male's mind, 'they're trying to clear Sirius?' he asked himself but there was a more crucial topic he wasn't willing to face. 'Sirius is…ALIVE?!'

A knock came to his door, "uh, it's open," he replied and a girl poked her head inside. "What are you doing out so late Melissa?" he asked and the girl of twelve came in.

"I lost my kitten," Melissa said looking around. "Have you seen her?" she asked.

"No, I'll help you look for her," he smiled moving over to the blonde girl, she lived down one floor, he owned this entire floor. "Where's your mum?" he asked.

"She's out on a date," Melissa shrugged. "And Caron, the old lady watching me is asleep, I hate that woman," she pointed out happy to see the man beside her smile. "What about you Harry? Shouldn't you be in bed or something?"

"I'm twenty-one Melissa, a bit of a difference from being twelve," Harry laughed as he grabbed his keys again. "Oh, hang on a second," he said and moved to his intercom and pressed the button for the lounge downstairs.

"Good evening Mr. Potter," a deep male voice answered.

"Evening Peter," Harry replied nodding though the man wasn't there to see it. "I just thought I'd inform the maids that work on my room that they have a coffee stain to tackle," he chuckled. "And also please keep the staff downstairs on the look out for a brown and white kitten."

"Yes sir, will there be anything else?" Peter asked.

"That's all thank you," Harry answered removing his finger from the button and turning to Melissa. "Let's go, kittens can get into a lot of trouble," he laughed and she giggled. "Lucky it's Saturday tomorrow, we'll be at this all night," Harry grinned as he closed his front white door only to open it again for the maids that were no doubt coming to sort out his room even so late at night.

"I'm sorry, you have work tomorrow right?" Melissa asked as she looked around for her precious kitten.

"It's alright," Harry smiled also looking for the kitten. "When you're the boss it's hard to get in trouble," he laughed happily as they went down to the next floor, the one Melissa was on, her mother didn't own the entire floor.

"What do you do anyway?" Melissa asked intrigued, everyone was interested in what the kind man on the top floor did.

"Everything," Harry smiled knowing that wasn't the answer the girl was expecting. "It's a little complicated to explain," he said to her and she nodded though still wanted to know. "Many companies, schools, stars, or other various business usually need help and that is basically what my company is, it's built to help people," he explained to her. "I have buildings all over the world and some only have the purpose of giving shelter or food."

"You must be a busy man," Melissa marvelled and Harry laughed again, she noticed that when he laughed his eyes didn't laugh along with him. Melissa had always been able to judge people based on their eyes but Harry was the hardest person she'd ever read but she'd started to break it down over the past two months, he was different, sad even.

"Usually," Harry nodded. "That's why I have many mobiles and laptops," he grinned and she smiled but a dart of white was seen. "I do believe we've stumbled upon Patch," he whispered pointing to the shaking kitten near another man with a boy. The boy seemed to be trying to catch the kitten and the man looked darkly as though the cat was a speck of dirt on his immaculate suit.

"Leave that revolting thing alone," the man said and the boy chuckled.

"But I want to tease it, you know Rufus would like a play thing," the boy replied looking up to his father before noticing the two a little down the hall. "Father," he said pointing to them.

The brunette man turned to look where his son was pointing. "Who are you?" he barked puffing out his chest. "What right do you have to stare at my son like that?" he snarled to the older man the boy glaring at the girl.

Harry cocked an eyebrow and walked forward putting out a hand which the older man did not take. "I'm Harry Potter, the owner of this hotel," Harry informed and saw the flicker of worry splash over the man as he dropped his hand. "And that kitten belongs to my friend Melissa," he said motioning for Melissa to take the scared creature. "I would very much like it if your son did not try and take her pet home as Patch has a licence and id both to its owner and to be in this building," he said. "Does Rufus have the proper licence?"

"Uh, yes sir," the boy said.

"Come along Colin," the man said putting a hand on his son's shoulder. "Good night Mr. Potter," he bowed and swept from the scene.

Harry chuckled to himself and Melissa tried to calm the kitten. "If he had robes and darker hair I'd think he was Snape," Harry snorted to himself moving to the hissing kitten and Melissa turning to let the girl onto his back. "Come on, lets get you back before your mum gets back, she'll be in a panic," he said and Melissa got onto his back, Patch calmed down.

"Thanks Harry," Melissa said smiling as her kitten rested on Harry's broad shoulders.

"Not a problem," he replied getting into the lift rather than climbing one flight of stairs. Once out he lowered Melissa to the floor before her door. "Don't go running off again, next time call downstairs and tell them to call me," he scolded though he was smiling. "We don't want you getting lost now do we?" he laughed.

"Ok, sorry Harry," she smiled opening the door. "Night Harry."

"Good night," Harry nodded turning to head upstairs.

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The water was warm as Harry dove into his roof swimming pool. He emerged from the depths brushing his hair back instead of letting it remain stuck in his eyes. Harry swam around a little, this was a normal morning routine but after the news yesterday his mind was going back to old thoughts. "That had to be the Leaky Cauldron," he muttered floating on his back through the gentle waves of the water. "The Leaky Cauldron, Sirius and Remus all in five minutes," Harry said.

He rolled over and dove under the water loving the freedom his slightly longer hair got when he was under the surface. Again he rose for air and thoughts of Sirius came to him, fifth year was so long ago, it was so long ago that Harry had seen one of the only people he truly cherished fall through the veil. Sirius had been dead, how was he alive now? Harry flipped his hair again; he knew he should get it cut soon as the back of his hair was creeping over his shoulders while the top remained as messy as ever.

Memories flashed of his summer in fifth year, where everyone was silent even though Voldemort was making no move. It had ripped Harry apart.

- Flashback -

Harry Potter lay on his bed thinking as he did all the time, he had no one to write too, no one to talk too since Hedwig was gone somewhere. He thought of Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, they'd all cut him off again, he was so annoyed with it he'd already made himself sick. The Dursley's off course didn't care, they made him do all the chores and when no one was looking Uncle Vernon would throw a punch in here and there.

"I hate this," he growled to himself his arms behind his messy raven head. "They always do this! Voldemort isn't even making a move!" he snapped at the darkening ceiling, to part of his prison. "Well fuck this," Harry declared sitting up suddenly. "I've had enough!"

With that he got up and packed his trunk before looking at his wand, silently he wrapped it in his school tie and put it on the cluttered desk. He continued packing, clothes, books, secrets, everything he wanted he put inside. He was sick and tired of being the wonderful Boy-Who-Lived, he was Harry and one day he would rejoice in being called that. He'd prove himself. He pulled out a piece of parchment and a pen and wrote on it:

'You weren't there this time.'

That was all he wrote, that was all he needed to write, no one was there this time and for once he was going to be selfish. He was going to run. He knew he'd come back and fight against Voldemort if the situation demanded it and somehow he knew Dumbledore would know it too. He dressed himself in dark clothes before he heard Hedwig tapping on his window which he opened to the snowy owl.

"Hi girl," Harry cooed stroking her feathers. "I have something I need you to do ok?" he asked and she clicked her beak in her ever intelligent sort of way. "The day after tomorrow I want you to take this," he said waving the wand, tie and letter at the bird. "And I want you to take it to Dumbledore; you can't take it before then, ok?"

The bird hooted in understanding.

"Good girl," Harry smiled before pulling free his invisibility cloak. "I'll miss you Hedwig," he said kissing her feathers. "Stay at Hogwarts ok, you'll be ok there, Hagrid will take good care of you," he smiled before opening his window, the Dursley's were going out for the weekend tomorrow morning and wouldn't disturb him.

When everything was done he cast one more look at his wand before leaving his bedroom, he lugged his stuff down the stairs much easier than he would have done last year. After Sirius died Harry had spent a long time training to get stronger and since there was no one else to be there he'd done it all day everyday until now. He got onto the street and pulled the toy wand he'd had from Dudley's room, a friend must have given it years ago and his relatives locked it up in Dudley's second bedroom. He waved the device and a few moments later the Knight Bus was parked before him.

"Ello, oh, if it isn't Harry Potter," Stanley said nodding and letting the younger wizard on. "Where you off to Mr. Potter?" he asked casually as the bus took off.

"Diagon Alley," Harry replied he features set in place. "I have some things I need to buy," he explained when Stanley looked curious. "And my relatives thought it best to come now so I did," he lied but the man took his answer.

"Diagon Alley it is then," Stanley said.

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About three hours later it was Harry's stop but luckily the Leaky Cauldron never closed for the night so once he'd bid goodbye to Stanley he pulled on his cloak. Though his trunk was heavy Harry made it through without being spotted by a drunken individual that would of course know him. He traced his fingers correctly to gain access to the mostly deserted Diagon Alley, he smiled, and most of the shops would open soon anyway.

Making his way he went to Gringotts Bank ready to take some of his fortune from the bank, they couldn't stop him. He spoke with the goblins and soon was at his vault correcting a large amount but there was still an even larger amount left, he refused to touch Sirius' vault even though everything Sirius owned was now Harry's. He went back into the main room of the bank and saw a few people moving around but he head to a desk.

"I'd like to speak with someone about the will of Sirius Black," Harry said discovering that he had quite a powerful voice. The goblin before him nodded and led him into another room, a head of the bank sat to a desk writing as Harry approached.

"What is it?" the goblin drawled not looking to the lackey.

"Uh-" the goblin began.

"I am here to speak with someone about my Godfather's will," Harry said stepping forward boldly, for some reason speaking out felt good. "And no, you may not relocate or advise me of a better time," he said before the startled creature had chance. "I have business and I intend on having it completed within the hour."

The goblin examined the boy before him for a moment then dismissed the underling. "Very well Mr. Potter," it said. "I am Brutus, Chief of Will and Testimony here at Gringotts," he announced. "Please take a seat," Brutus said and the boy followed. "Name please."

"Sirius Black," Harry answered guessing that no one asked for his name much anymore and Brutus had just said his name.

"Ah yes," Brutus said pulling a file free and moving back to his desk. "Would you care to hear the will in its entirety?" he asked.

"No thank you, I was already told that my Godfather left mostly everything to me," Harry said and Brutus nodded. "I would like to make sure nothing happens to any of his valuables until I am fit and able to take them over," he explained. "I would like Albus Dumbledore to be sent the lease to Number 12 Grimmaud Place the day after tomorrow," he cleared up and the goblin wrote it down. "As for anything else I wish for Remus Lupin to control until I take it back."

"Remus Lupin is not an able body," Brutus informed his teeth bared into a seemly overpowering smile.

"The papers and anything else to do with Sirius Black is my concern," Harry informed actually taking to talking correctly; it was like he'd been born to argue. "And therefore I choose who is an able body, I pick Remus Lupin, yes I know he is a known Werewolf before you say anything," Harry said frowning and getting to his feet. "Like Albus Dumbledore I wish for Remus to have a copy of this sent to him the day after tomorrow."

After a pause Brutus finally wrote it down knowing that the boy was not about to be swayed. "Will there be anything else?" Brutus asked.

"I need somewhere to convert some of my money into muggle money," Harry nodded. "Do I have to go to another room or could you do it yourself?" he asked staring at the creature with challenging eyes, a challenge that he won.

"How much would you like changing?" Brutus asked and Mr. Potter pulled free a loaded bag. "Our money system is different to that of the muggles," he explained. "One galleon will roughly equal one hundred pounds; one sickle equals fifty pounds and one knut equals ten pounds," he said and Mr. Potter counted his money and handed him ten galleons, ten sickles and ten knuts.

"Thank you for your help," Harry smiled taking his money and balling it together and stuffed it into his bag. "Please do not forget to send those the day after tomorrow," he said and the goblin nodded. "Good day."

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Harry spent the next few hours going through Diagon Alley buying books and the Dark Arts, books he wasn't supposed to have yet. He bought potion ingredients and high level books to challenge himself on how to make them all. He brought books on Charms and Transfiguration knowing that he wouldn't be able to practice since he'd given up his wand in hopes of freedom. He'd gone into muggle clothes shops and brought himself some knew attire. Finally he was done with that so he headed back to the Leaky Cauldron.

It was again a silent trip; he kept his head down and made it outside into muggle London. He waved down a taxi and it became his personal driver for the day as Harry had money to spend. He went to muggle shops and brought books on business, etiquette, dancing, riding, geography, history, languages, arts, music and architecture. He decided it was enough and about time he left for good, he bought some lunch before heading to London airport.

"Thank you for all your help," Harry said to the taxi driver who had helped him lug all his stuff onto a trolley, he paid the man and bid him good day. Taking a deep breath he wheeled his way to the desks and looked up to the departing board, he decided grabbed his money and went up to the lady at the desk. "One way ticket to Florida, America please."

- End Flashback -

By the time he'd pulled himself out of his memories he was showered, dressed and heading down to the lobby of Granger Hill Hotel New York. He smiled; since he was reminiscing he could think of his friends, he'd named a lot of things after them there was a Granger Hill Hotel in New York, the current one, Miami, Texas and Spain. Then there was his special brand of Weasley King Merchandise, he did it all for his friends, to remember them.

"Good afternoon Mr. Potter," Peter greeted, he was one of the hotel managers. "Will you be requiring a car today?"

"Yes, thank you," Harry replied smiling slightly. "Do I have any messages?" he asked the receptionist.

"Oh, yes Mr. Potter," the girl said warmly, with a boss like him everyday was fun. "Three," she said handing the paper over to him which he took with a smile. "Have a good day sir."

"Yes, you too," Harry said looking to the messages waving as he walked out into the bright New York City. "Thank you," he said to the boy who got his car door.

"Where to sir?" the driver asked.

"My office," Harry laughed. "Unfortunately," he added and the driver chuckled as he pulled the limo into the lines of moving cars. Harry sighed looking up from his briefcase to stare out the window, he hadn't done too badly for a fifteen year old runaway, here he was, six years later and he was one of the top business men known. "And I did it all without the Boy-Who-Lived," he muttered.

"Did you say something sir?" the driver asked looking into his rear-view mirror.

"Nothing important," Harry replied shaking his head.

"Sir, are you looking into the Sirius Black case?" the driver asked suddenly.

"Why would I do that?" Harry countered cocking an eyebrow.

"No reason sir, you just seem distracted," the driver reasoned. "Sorry sir."

"Its fine," Harry sighed resting his hands on his thighs. "What do you think about it? Do you think he's innocent?"

The driver nodded. "Any man who can escape and be free for eight years without and suspicious murders has to be innocent," he said logically. "I have this gut feeling that he's an innocent man sir," he said.

Harry smiled. "You know, maybe I will look into it," he mused. "I doubt he can afford a decent defence," he smirked thinking his Godfather could use the help.

"The police are holding all information about him sir," the driver said. "No one knows what's going on; just that it's related to the destruction in London."

Harry remained silent though his mind was spinning, maybe he could help Sirius, Sirius had sure helped Harry enough, he'd motivated a boy who lived for one thing. Nothing stopped Harry Potter business man like the boy hero himself, could Harry actually even face his past again? "Can at least look," he muttered.

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Well there's the first chapter, please tell me if you want me to continue! Hope you enjoyed the read!

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