+Hi everyone! Sorry that this is taking so long. Don't give up hope just yet. It might take me a while to get going on these, but I'm far too stubborn to abandon my stories. They will be completed! +

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Summary: The story starts after Harry's fifth year. Voldemort is dead; Harry killed him when he possessed Harry. Sirius is still dead. Petunia sent him a package with signed guardianship papers. He decides to go live with his uncle in the States. Once there, he finally gets the family he always wanted.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognize. I am not making any money off of this.

Warnings: there will be some slash and sexual situations. This means that if you don't like boy on boy action you need to not read this. No likey, no readey.

"Blah" – speaking

Blah – thoughts/flashbacks

Blah – random things that Author throws in

Blah – Parseltongue

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Harry was slow to awake the next morning. The overwhelming feeling of comfort was one that he didn't want to leave. However, the overwhelming scent of lion pulled him from the realms of sleep into the land of the awake. It took a moment for his memories to reinsert themselves, but he smiled as they did.

He was finally free of the Dursleys and Voldemort forever. Life was good at the moment. The white-haired boy stretched and got out of bed. He took a leisurely shower before dressing in a pair of dark jeans and a dark green T-shirt. A pair of black dragon-hide boots completed the look. He decided to see of there was any sort of breakfast available in the main lobby when his stomach growled at him. Pausing to pull out a folder from his bag, he let the lion scent linger as he walked out of his room.

Once safely in the elevator, the emerald-eyed boy removed the lion scent and allowed his own to flow freely again. When the elevator doors open, he stepped out into the elegant lobby. Glancing around, Harry spotted a cafe off to his left. He entered and was quickly seated near a window facing out into the lobby. After placing his order, he set about people-watching.

This was a pass time that he rarely indulged in anymore. He had started doing it back when he was about four years old. His relatives were his main 'victims' of his boredom. Locked in his cupboard as continuously as he was, he had a lot of time to just watch them through the grate. He watched them as they spent time as a family. A family that he wasn't apart of.

As he watched the other patrons of the hotel hurried to their destinations, he spotted the older male lion from the night before walking through the lobby. The man paused, scenting about discretely. When he turned toward the cafe, Harry knew that the golden haired man had caught the younger male's scent. Relaxing back into his chair, Harry tracked the older predator as he strolled his way from the door of the cafe to his table.

"You know, you caused my brother and his mate quite a bit of irritation last night with that disappearing act of yours," the man said, amusement showing plainly in his eyes as he came to stand next to the chair across from Harry. The emerald-eyed teen smiled up at him. "It happens," he shrugged, before standing. The white-hair boy held out his hand. "My name is Harry James Potter-Black. Pleasure to meet you."

The golden-haired man grasped the small out-stretched hand. "I'm Brendon Shaw, part-owner of this hotel. It's nice to meet you." He smiled. Harry grinned.

Harry gestured for the man to take a seat. Sitting down again, the young hybrid waited as the waiter came back with his order and Shaw placed his order. Taking a sip of his chai, Harry gazed at the owner of the expensive hotel that he had picked. "So how can I help you, Mr. Shaw?"

"I don't really have anything that you can help me with. I will admit to some concern as you are much . . . smaller than you should be," Shaw said slowly. "My brother was on the police force and his mate is a She-wolf . Pups and cubs are to be protected and not left on their own. The fact that you are worries us." The man shrugged large shoulders.

Harry studied him for a few minutes. The man was well muscled. Like all lions, he was gold in color. From his hair-mane down to his skin. Everything but his clothes had a gold tint. The suit that he was wearing was Armani. Blue in color, it was of the highest quality that money could buy. Clearly the man was doing well for himself.

Harry smiled slightly at the lion. "I'm smaller due to differences in opinions between my relatives and myself. I understand their concern, but it's not necessary. Not any longer and, truthfully, no one did before. I mean they noticed. Got up worked up and made a big fuss. But all that happened was that my relatives got angry and the people that noticed decided not to anymore." He shrugged.

Shaw leaned back slowly into his chair. "I see."

The older man chewed on that for a few minutes. While he did that, Harry turned to look out the window. He smiled when he saw the couple from last night staring at the young man and the golden-haired male in shock. He inclined his head in greeting. The two of them moved, entering the cafe. He watched with great amusement as they made their way over to his table.

"We look for him all night and when we finally find him, he's having breakfast with you," the younger male lion complained. He did look tired, as did the She-wolf. Harry arched an eyebrow at the two of them.

"I don't recall asking you to look for me. In fact, I made it quite clear that I didn't want you to come after me," he said, leaning back into his chair lazily. "I"m not part of your Pack or your Pride, so I'm not really any of your concern. I do, however, thank you for it." Harry smiled softly when he added the last part.

The two of them scowled at him irritably. He gave a short laugh as the waiter followed by two others walked up with far more food then either of them ordered. Clearly, it was quite normal the two male lions to eat there together. The staff had anticipated the arrival of the younger lion and gotten more than enough food ready for two of them prepared.

As they ate, the younger male and She-Wolf tried to get more information from the white-haired teen. The answers they got were vague and ambiguous at best. By the time they were done eating, they didn't know any more then when they started with. Harry idly sipped on his chai as he watch their disgruntled faces. He couldn't help but smile in amusement.

"I'm not going to tell you anything, so you might as well save yourselves the headache," he informed them. "However, I do have an appointment this morning at my bank. So this is where I will leave you." Standing, Harry placed enough money to pay for his breakfast plus tip. He gave a casual wave good-bye, grabbed his folder from the table and walked away while they were scrabbling for something to keep him there.

Exiting the lobby, Harry haled a cab. Giving the address that the Goblins had given him, he sat back to enjoy the ride. He gazed out the window as they drove past people and buildings. While not a stranger to big cities, the white-hair hybrid hadn't been very far into London by himself. He never really had the chance to explore or to site-see. Everything had always been in Diagon Alley. He was going to play tourist at some point this summer.

Fifteen minutes later, the cab pulled in front of a large gray colored building. Harry paid and tipped the cabbie and got out. Upon entering the lobby, he walked to the secretary desk. "Hello, I'm Harry Potter-Black. I have an appointment with Mr. Gangle," the emerald-eyed teen said, using the name that Grimwort had given him. The lady behind the desk smiled at him.

"Take the elevator two floors down. Someone will direct you from there." She pointed to one of the double doors that marked the elevators. Thanking her, he headed to the doors. Pushing the down button, Harry waited for the doors to open. He stepped into the lift and pressed the correct number for his floor.

The ride down was short and uneventful. When the doors opened, Harry was greeted with a familiar site. It was like he had walked into the Gringotts in Diagon Alley. Goblins going back and forth, working. Customers talking with tellers. It was somewhat relaxing, it was like being back home. Harry smiled slightly as he walked to an available teller.

As he waited for the goblin to acknowledge him, he looked around. Noticing a couple trying to calm their child's crying while trying to talk to the goblin that was helping them, he watched them discreetly with increasing amusement. Five minutes later, when his goblin finally glanced at him, he turned from from the now screaming child and his very embarrassed parents to deal with the clearly ticked, and less clearly, impressed male.

"Can I help you?" the goblin asked, his nameplate saying Measlesnout. "Yes, I would like to talk to a . . . um . . . Mr? . . .Wortmurk, if he has time. My name is Harry James Potter-Black," Harry said hesitantly, unsure what the proper title for the goblin would be.

Measlesnout's eyes widen slightly. "Of course. I'll see if he is available," he said, already moving away. Harry nodded, watching the male walk away. The white-haired teen was somewhat worried. Goblins never hurried like that for a wizard. Unless something was wrong with an account, and even then, if it wasn't losing them money, they didn't go out of their way to correct it quickly.

Shrugging, Harry turned back to discreetly watching the young couple as they had given up on talking to the goblin and had turned to trying to calming their child. He chuckled softly before walking over to them.

"Here, let me try," he said, giving the frazzled parents a smile. Harry knelt down and softly nudged the young boy's arm. "What's wrong little one, hmm?" asked the white-haired teen as the boy looked at him. Tears falling from his brown eyes, the child pouted.

"I hafta potty," he said softly, voice hoarse from screaming. The young one couldn't have been more than five. "I tried to tell Mommy and Daddy. No lisen." Harry glance up at the boy's red-cheeked parents.

"Well, I think they're listening now," he smiled as he stood up. "I'll let you get back to what you were doing." With soft thank yous from the couple echoing in his ears, Harry stepped back to his teller. The male had return while he was over with the trio. Harry inclined his head in greeting.

"Thank you for waiting for me. I didn't think anyone wanted to deal with a screaming child," Harry explained softly, making the conversation between the two of them. Nodding, the goblin gestured for the sub-adult to follow.

The trip through the halls went quickly for the duo as they were the only ones going through the corridors at the time. Measlesnout stopped outside of an ornate door and knocked. Upon receiving a call to enter, he opened the door and bowed. "Lord Potter-Black here to see you Wortmurk-nur," he announced, calling the older goblin behind the desk by a title in what Harry assumed to be Gobbledygook.

Harry stepped forward, coming to stand in front of the desk. He heard the door close as he gazed at the goblin sitting before him. Much like Grimwort, he was firmly build and very much a fighter. The goblin had more gray in his hair than his counter-part but Harry knew that the male could hold his own against an opponent.

When the elder male glanced up to look at him, Harry bowed politely. "Good morning . . . um . . . Mr? Wortmurk," he said, once again stumbling over what the proper title would be that he should call the goblin. "I apologize in advance if I say something offensive to you. I'm not familiar with your culture. As such, I'm sure that I'll say or do something that will be either offensive or ignorant sounding to you." Harry gave a sheepish smile as he straighten from his bow.

Wortmurk looked over the young gentleman that stood before him. Knowing what he did about wizards at the age of fifteen, he was somewhat surprised that the white-haired youth admitted to not knowing anything about the goblin culture. He was even more surprised that he apologized for any blunders that he might make. Most young males that age seemed to believe that they knew everything, and they didn't apologize for any mistakes that they made willingly.

"It's my understanding, Lord Potter-Black, that while most humans don't try to understand those that are different, you do," the goblin replied. "You make the attempt to be polite, and try to understand others that are not of your species. I'm unlikely to take offense to something knowing this." Harry's cheeks burned at this praise.

"What title should I call you by?" the white-haired teen asked, trying to change the subject. The goblin smirked slightly at the obvious attempt of redirecting. Clearly, the child was not one to accept praise gracefully. "While most wizards will just call us mister, as is polite by your culture, the proper title that I would be called by in goblin is nur."

The word was a harsh sounding noise made deep in the goblins throat. It took Harry a couple of tries to get it right, however the faint look of pride on Wortmurk's face when Harry got it right made it worth the effort to the white- haired male.

"Now, what was it that you wished to see me about today?" Wortmurk inquired. Harry handed over the folder that he had been carrying.

"Grimwort-nur requested that I gave this to you today," he explained to the curious goblin. "I assume it's to make sure that my stay here is legal." Harry shrugged. As the older being looked over the contents of the folder, Harry gazed around the office. It wasn't as ornate as Grimwort's office, but Harry liked it none the less. It seemed more office like, less for show. Harry was sure that Grimwort's office was more for intimidation of the weaker sheepeople of the Wizarding world.

Wortmurk closed the file and placed it aside. "Those were indeed the papers making your stay legal," the goblin stated. "They will give you emancipation here in the US and will make getting you dual nationality much easier. It will take considerably less time." Harry smiled happily at the older being.

"Thank you, Wortmurk-nur," Harry bowed his head to the goblin. "You have no idea how much this helps." Wortmurk smiled toothily back. If the emerald-eyed sub-adult wasn't mistaken there was quite a lot of satisfaction in that smile. Probably at getting one over the Wizarding world.

"Now, was there something else that you required?" the older goblin asked. Harry smiled and shook his head.

"Not at the moment, thank you for your time," Harry said, standing and bowing to Wortmurk. The goblin nodded and summoned another goblin to show Harry the way out. Exiting the building, Harry hailed a cab. Giving the driver the address, Harry settled into the seat. Watching as buildings and people went by, Harry made a note of places that he would come back and see.

The cab ride took over an hour due to traffic. It was nearing noon by the time the cab pulled up in front of the apartment building that was listed as his uncle's home. Thanking and tipping the surprised driver, Harry walked up to the door. Noting that he needed to be let in, as the door was locked, he double checked the address for the apartment number and pressed the button to announce that he was here.

When the door clicked open, Harry went through and straight to the elevators. Ignoring the nosy busybodies lingering in the vestibule, Harry hit the up button and waited patiently for the doors to open. Harry did make a note of all the tall, overly muscular men and women loitering about, and he made a second note about the scent of downy in the air around them.

When the doors opened with a ding, the teen hit the 6th floor button and the close door button immediately after. He had no desire to share an enclosed space with any of the far-to-big-to-be-normal people out there. Vikings, Ravens, and Crows had a low threshold for anger management skills. Knowing his luck and mouth, Harry was willing to place money on him saying something that offended one of them. Which would lead to a fight that he had no intention of getting into.

The moment the doors opened, Harry could tell that he was going to have a headache when it was all said and done. There were more muscle-bound people standing in the hall and in front of the door that led to his uncle's apartment. Since they weren't talking or making any noise, Harry could hear the muffled argument that was taking place behind that door.

Sighing, Harry started making his way through the crowd. Right as he was nearing the door, a pair of hands grabbed him and tried to pull him away. Harry growled lowly and spun to face the person that was trying to stop him. Fangs and claws bared, he snarled at the startled Raven.

"What?!"

The man coughed a little, surprised Harry assumed. After clearing his throat, and glancing at his companions, the man focused on the white-haired teen.

"I wouldn't go in there, if I were you," the muscled man warned him. "Shifters have no business in our dealings." Harry rolled his eyes at the man rather pathetic attempt at being stern.

"They do when they are blood related with one of the people fighting," the hybrid growled at him. "Since that is the case here, I am going to go into my uncles apartment and the next person that tries to stop me is getting their eyes clawed out."

With that smoothly worded threat, Harry turned and marched right up to the door and shoved it open. And yeah, he may have purposely made it hit the people on the other side of it. He was rather petty like that. Strolling into the now quiet room, Harry took stock of who all was there. Standing in the middle if the room was his uncle, two men; one of which, if he had to guess, was his team leader, two women that had to be Crows, and a girl that, while dress like one of the Crows, looked like a strong breeze could knock her over. While they were the only humans in the room, there were two more beings in the room. Two, suddenly very nervous, very specific Gods to be exact. Nervous, because they were the ones Harry focused his, now very cat-like, eyes on.

"Why, hello Odin," he purred at the very pale Viking god. Flicking his eyes over to the equally pale female god, "Skuld. How nice to see you again." While he had retracted his fangs and claws after threatening the idiots outside of the apartment, he brought them back out now. Eight inch claws, and two inch fangs, when human was nothing to scoff at. "It saves me from having to look for you."

Without anything further, the green-eyed teen leaped at them. Claws first, he aimed right for their faces. They barely dodged out of the way. Scrambling, they ran and hid behind the only ones actually willing to protect them. The two Ravens and the two Crows. His uncle didn't do anything to help at all. In fact, the only thing he did was laugh.

"I told you two that he would never forgive you," he smirked, crossing his arms. "Now that he's here and more than willing to maim, there's so much shock. 'He's still angry about that.' Of course he's still angry about that. He's from Viking decent. We are not known for our forgiveness. Something you, yourself, encouraged within us, Odin."

"I didn't think it would get turned on me," the seven foot entity cried out, still trying to not get maimed by the five foot one inch Shifter that was doing one hell of a job of attacking the two Gods while avoiding the four sets of hands trying to catch him. At this point, both sets of protectors had bloody claw marks on them and some stab wounds.

The other Crows and Ravens from the hallway were in the open door watching at this point. The politics involving Shifters made this fight something that they couldn't get in. Harry finally managed to get to the two gods by changing tactics. Retracting his fangs and claws, he slipped down under a set of arms and up behind a back. Grabbing another arm, he pulled the owner to him and then over him. Throwing the Crow into the others, he finally had a clear shot at the two he wanted to hurt.

Forgoing claws, Harry pulled his fist back and punched Odin in the face hard enough that the seven foot man went flying back into the wall six feet behind him. Then, while everyone was still gawking at that, he turned and open-handed smacked Skuld hard enough that she joined her fellow god.

"Six months," Harry snarled at them, freezing everyone in their place. "It took six months for me to be able to stand up straight. It was a full year before I was completely healed. All because your dumb asses can not get it through your heads that just because your gods, it doesn't mean that people are going to do what you say. My relatives are not ones to listen to anything that doesn't fit into their definition of normal. I promise you that having some Gods tell them to leave their Shifter nephew alone is not anywhere in that definition!"

Harry was breathing hard at the end of his rant. Neither Odin or Skuld would look him in the eye. The Crows and Ravens kept glancing between them and Harry. The four that had been trying to protect the gods were cleaning up their wounds with the first aid kit that was brought to them by one of their fellow winged companions. Harry's uncle continued to look on, both smug and furious in turns. Smug because he had been right about Harry's lack forgiving. Furious at the people that he refused to claim as family. He wouldn't even talk about them if he had a choice.

Finally, he sighed. "Odin, Skuld, I think that it's best if you leave. You guys, too." This was directed to the now patched up would-be protectors. One of them had a stubborn look on his face when he looked up. "I'll call you later, okay?"

The man still had a scowl on his face, but he nodded. The two entities had already vanished. Harry was very appreciative of the fact that when his uncle wanted to, he could make people move. In no time at all, apartment was empty of all but the two of them. Harry looked up at the man that, while not actually his uncle, was a better one then Vernon was.

"Sorry, Uncle Mike," he sighed out. " I didn't mean to have it out with them in your living-room."

Mike laughed and wrapped his arms around the small teen in a hug. "It's all good, Harry. It was funny to me. The fact that you had two Gods hiding from your wrath will forever make my day." Harry smiled and relaxed into the hug.

"Come on, let's eat and you can tell me what's been up with you," Mike said, pulling away, but leaving an arm draped over Harry's shoulders. Steering the younger male into the kitchen, Mike Milouski smiled at his young second-cousin once removed. He gently pushed the white-haired teen to the table and started pulling sandwich makings from the fridge.

After whipping up a couple of sandwiches and putting down some chips, Mike settled down to listen to Harry explain what he's been up to for the past few years. Listening to Harry explain home and his school adventures as hard and made him want to beat the hell out of both the Dursleys and Harry's teachers. Hearing that the young hybrid's godfather died broke his heart for the teen. Holding him tight, Mike just let him cry and when the tears ran out dried his eyes. When Harry handed the guardianship papers over, the older man didn't even hesitate to grab a pen and signed them. Harry put them back in his bag to hand over to Wortmurk later.

Deciding that they need to relax, Mike pulled Harry back into the living-room and settled the two of them on the couch. He turned on the TV, an old action movie just starting. After twenty minutes, Mike glanced at the white haired head that just landed on his shoulder. Smiling at the sight of Harry sleeping, Mike allowed himself to relax further. Dozing off himself, he vowed to make sure that the young male was never put into anymore dangerous situations again.

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+Thank you to everyone for your support during my dad's passing. I'm sorry that this took so long to get posted. I had most of it finished when he passed, so it didn't become a priority for me at the time. I'm doing better now, so hopefully I'll be able to post quicker.+