Chapter 01
And So It Begins Again

Harry's eyes snapped open, whereas before the trials of his life and the horrible dreams had been getting him down and thus making his eyes fade they were now they were filled with both vitality and life. Fear was replaced with fire, loss replaced with hope and innocence with knowledge. Harry had always had power to spare and now that power was also visible in the way his eyes blazed brightly.

He bounded out of bed, landing lightly, but his glasses flying off of his face but he paid them no mind. Odd things started to happen after the first millennium of Harry's life, his body had changed quite a bit because of his specific magical nature and the way it interacted with his biochemistry. His sense of smell was sharper, his eye sight was perfect. He was stronger and faster than he had been before and a host of other odd little changes that had been passed to his younger self once resolution had been acquired.

As the elder Harry had said, 'Harry junior' was not a time clone; he was in fact now a 'new' Harry with a wealth of knowledge in his head and a new aim in life. Senior had been right, it was time to live and to enjoy that life. To cast of the despair he had been feeling and get a little fun, or tail he wasn't too sure yet because either was good. His already teenaged libido was going insane at the moment, possibly because he was now healthy and before he had been malnourished, depressed and a host of other mild maladies and worries that had put a cap on his more base desires. Somewhat luckily, he had kept his current preferences and age ranges as it would've been a little tricky to be chasing around women three times his age.

He reached for his clothes, his hand pausing over the cast off items with a mild look of distaste on his face. With a wave of that hand he transfigured his pyjamas into an almost Gothic looking ensemble of black jeans, knobbly boots that reached up his shins and black silk shirt open quite a few buttons showing a toned pectoral. His hair, that had been long straggly and limp, tied itself back into a short tail and a black floor brushing coat with a high collar took shape over his clothing.

He then bounded from his room with an almost insane grin on his face and he was infused with a devil may care attitude. Well, in a manner of speaking he'd been insane and right out the other side a few times in his life. A good hundred years of incarceration will do that to you, after all Minister Fudge had literally locked him up and thrown away the key. Boy the workman had been shocked when they found him, he shook off that memory with a laugh. THAT was not happening this time around that was for damn sure. For one thing there wasn't a prison built that had a slightest likelihood of keeping him now. He was without doubt the single most dangerous being on the face of the planet at that moment in time. Knowledge was power and he had a LOT of knowledge and raw power in spades. The power he had been in possession of the night before, he just had no clue how to use it compared to the way he did now.

"WAKE UP HORESEY, WAKE UP FATTY," he yelled at the top of his voice, and then promptly dived into Dudley's room. "Hey Dud, gunna rip apart your Laptop you don't mind do ya," he asked with every outward sign of politeness.

Dudley shifted in his bed, "Hmmprh" he commented.

"Didn't think so," Harry said cheerfully and grabbed the state of the art and expensive laptop from Dudley's desk, ripping out wires and sending panelling flying as he walked down the corridor. "OI FAT FUCK, UP A DAYS" he yelled as he passed his uncle and aunts room. He was not normally the sort of man to be so rude about a persons weight, but as far as he was concerned they deserved no thought to their personal pride.

The door was torn open and a purple faced Vernon glowered at the smiling Harry, "I BEG your Pardon."

"Well, I'm afraid I can't grant it tubs," Harry said with an insane grin. "What I can do, is not turn you into something even nastier than you already are if you have the car ready in oh... 20 minutes." Then he smirked, "Who am I kidding that's not possible," He said laughing slightly, "Nothing is nastier than you are. So, how about I turn you into something more pleasant like- well just about anything really."

Vernon smiled nastily, "I'm not sure what has gotten into you boy. But you can't do magic outside of school. So I think I'll be making you pay now," he growled.

Harry smirked, "Guess what happens when you mix Martial Arts with Magic," he asked cheerfully. So cheerfully in fact that it was confusing the hell out of Vernon.

"You get a bantam weight that can do THIS..." Harry appeared to blur to Vernon and hit him so hard the large man became airborne, "...To a heavy weight" Harry said to Vernon's now flying body. As the large man landed from where his nephew had just hit him and the house virtually shook.

"Car, now, you fat fuck." Harry commented still in that scarily pleasant voice. "Oh hey where's that soldiering iron you brought for those pansy ass models you make," he asked Vernon's groaning body. "Can't you remember? Oh well, I'll think of something," Harry said sauntering off with that manic smile fixed on his face.

With that Harry walked into his room and slammed the door behind him. His aunt then ran out of the bedroom to check on her crumpled husband.

-xXx-

Harry stepped out of his room 20 minutes later to the sound of an engine running down stairs. He smiled; as he had thought, a little fear had done marvellous things to motivate his uncle. Like most bullies he was a coward at heart. Harry reached back into his room and grabbed an odd looking bracelet he had spent the intervening time making and snapped it onto his arm. Several of the laptops innards were obvious in its construction including what looked to be a tiny version of its keyboard. Harry pulled the cuff of his long leather coat down over it and meandered down the stairs as if he didn't have a care in the world. Ignoring his aunt's glares he went straight outside and to the car where his uncle sat with the motor running and for a change a white face. Normally it was purple where Harry was concerned.

"Wotcha Unc, we're going to London. Hope you've got plenty of money on you because I'm going to want some of it," Harry said, "But good news fatso, I won't be coming back with you so do this and guess what," he said with great cheer, "We'll never have to meet again. How cool is that?"

Vernon looked quite pleased at the information but as the large bruise on his jaw testified, he was unable to speak at that moment.

"Bloody Marvellous, Shall we be off then? I don't know much about cars but I understand they are supposed to move..."

-xXx-

"What happened," Dumbledore asked patiently of Tonks who appeared to be hyperventilating. She had dashed to the headquarters after Harry and his uncle had left the house. Harry had not been very quiet that morning and being his guard for the day she had heard pretty much everything of note. So as soon as she was able she had done the dash to Grimmauld Place.

"Harry, He's gone bonkers," Tonks breathed out her eyes wide. Puffing still from the mad dash and frenzied apparition she had partaken in.

"Urm - Bonkers how?" the professor asked.

"I don't really know, but he's got a weird smile on his face, and was yelling insults at his uncle. I heard him hit him as well. A little while later the bugger came down to the car with a bruise on his chin and looking like he'd just shit a Kneazle."

"Lovely image I'm sure, why on earth, in fact HOW, would Harry hit his uncle."

"I dunno," Tonks admitted. "He was also dressed," she said thoughtfully as if it would make sense to anyone but her.

"I'm sure he was, it being still quite chilly after all at this time in the morning," Dumbledore note wryly.

"No I mean," Tonks said her tone annoyed, "Like he should be. Stuff that suited him, even if it was a bit," she paused, searching for the term. "What's that Muggle term again, Goth? It looked new, too. But Harry hasn't been anywhere this summer until now. I heard him telling his uncle that they were going to London and Harry wasn't coming back."

"Oh dear," Dumbledore commented now not looking anywhere near as amused.

"I'm telling you something has gone screwy with him. Being locked up in that," she paused as she fought the urge to snarl what she really thought, "PLACE, has driven him bonkers!" Tonks said with a glare at the man that put him in that PLACE for so long.

"I doubt that Nymphadora. Harry is a well grounded young man, I am sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this."

Tonks just looked at him askance her belief in that possibility clear in her expression.

-xXx-

Harry let his uncle run away, a nasty shark like grin on his face as the large man waddled off in fear. Frankly he was never going to see that bastard again if he had any say in the matter. Oh boy did he ever have a say now.

He walked up to the nearest cash machine and looked at it with a smirk and then brought up his arm and tapped on the tiny keyboard he had shrunk on his bracelet.

The cash machine came to life showing options that normally only showed up after a card had been placed inside of it and a PIN entered. Harry then spent the next few minutes walking around the area extracting money from the cash machines. Once he had what he thought would be enough cash he walked to a nearby hotel and booked himself a room.

Once that task was out of the way he walked to the closest electronics shop and started buying various devices. Then a trip to a electronics hobbies shop followed by a trip into Diagon Alley and back to the hotel in time for his deliveries to be made. Once that was complete he disappeared into his room for the rest of the day.

-xXx-

"Any luck," Remus asked Dumbledore as he rushed into the HQ.

"Not thus far," Dumbledore said gravely. It had been a couple of days since Harry had gone into London and no one had seen him since Tonks. There had been reports of him being at various magical supply shops and then nothing; neither a sight nor sound of him. Even the elderly headmaster was starting to worry.

"What could've happened to him? I can't believe Harry has done this. You told me he was safe!"

"In the care of his aunt and Uncle he was. Harry left the warding placed there of his own free will, and thus the protections were not triggered."

"I thought you had some way of tracking him," Remus demanded to know.

"I do but it is not working properly. I feel confident that it would've told me if he was in trouble. But something is cloaking his location but not his signs of life. He is well and calm that I do know"

Remus subsided slightly, that was something at least he had to suppose. He had trusted the headmaster with Harry's care, perhaps against his own thoughts. Harry was all he had left of his old friends and he owed James and Lily enough that he thought of Harry as his own cub... child. Damn it was that time of the month again already?!

"Calm yourself Remus all will work out I am sure. Harry is a sensible young man he will come back to us shortly of that I am certain." Dumbledore told him patting him on the back, only to flinch back when Remus growled at him.

"Sorry," Remus said looking contrite.

"Ah, perhaps you should seek out Severus for your potion."

Remus nodded and walked out of the room leaving Dumbledore looking pensive.

-xXx-

Harry, a cigarette stuck out of one side of his mouth, a bottle of whisky beside him and a box marked RADIOACTIVE in front, was working on a huge looking circuit board. Around him where the remains of several household appliances, what looked to be a nuclear bomb he had, borrowed from America and part of a jet engine. It was true he hadn't been out, much lately. Certainly he hadn't been anywhere that a Wizard would look. A naval base in America wasn't the sort of place the Order of The Phoenix frequented after all.

He smirked at the thought, poured himself another drink and then finalised a bit of wiring. He nodded to himself in a satisfied way then with a wave of his hand the entire five foot long circuit board shrank to something the size of a postage stamp.

"God magic rocks," he commented and then reached behind him grabbing a blank board and began working on it. Off to one side there was a tissue box that appeared to have about 50 of the shrunken boards in it. What he was building, only Harry knew. He briefly checked a new watch that adorned his wrist. He had a the best part of a day before he had to meet with The Doctor; plenty of time to finish. He looked at the box with a bit of worry on his face, he hoped he had plenty of time to finish.

-xXx-

A day and a bit later found Harry walking calmly into the courtyard of the famous Canary Wharf tower and looking around. The Doctor was probably the most interesting person he had ever met, but that didn't mean he was punctual. The man had a knack for getting into trouble that eclipsed even his own. His smile grew when he spotted the slightly battered looking Police Box parked off right on the edge of the square in which he was standing. With no hint of a pause he strode over to it and knocked on the seemingly wooden door three times.

There was a pause, long enough that Harry worried The Doctor had indeed gotten in to trouble. Then suddenly the door was opened and a slender brown haired man looked out at him with a smile on his face. "Greetings," Harry said with a smile.

"Brilliant," he enthused, "You did it!"

"I did," Harry agreed with a wider smile.

"That smile is very nearly proof enough you have archived it but- just as a matter of interest. 100% resolution, or..."

Harry shook his head, "100% merged and resolved."

"Brilliant," The Doctor said with a big grin.

There was a pause, "Can I come in then?"

"Oh," The Doctor said with a 'doh!' face, "Of course, we've got a long way to go and lots to do."

Harry walked in saying, "How's Rose?"

-xXx-

"Oh Merlin," Ron whimpered as Hermione slithered down his body with that look in her eye that he had so come to love lately. Of course they were worried about Harry as it had been three weeks now, but this was the best way they had found to take their minds off of it.

He felt and heard his zipper sliding down and a large smile formed on his face. Merlin he loved this, and Merlin be praised for Hermione liking it too, oh and contraceptive charms. Without them of late he would've been a father several times over he reckoned.

His hand curled into Hermione's thick hair, not pulling her down. He'd quickly learned not to do that, she tended to bite. Just guiding her and riding her own motion as her lips met his shaft and heaven started to form.

BANG!

"OW, OW, OW, Fuck," he suddenly yelped.

Hermione pulled off of him, "Sorry, what the hell was that?"

"OW!" he said with a little more force.

"It made me jump," Hermione told him with an apologetic shrug.

Ron glared at her, and then looked around. They were at his family home, some way back in the small forest that surrounded his ancestral grounds.

Neither noticed that even further back someone was watching them with no expression on his face whatsoever. The bang they had heard was Harry Potter's temper flaring and exploding a nearby tree into shards of wood. He had hoped he had been wrong, or the elder him at any rate. After all, time had changed when they had merged. It was for all intents and purposes a brave new time line now.

Apparently though things hadn't changed that much yet. He ghosted the two back towards the ramshackle looking Weasley home; a place he had once thought of as a home away from home. The original home being Hogwarts, rather than his uncle's home at Privet drive. But with the things he now knew he wasn't so sure, he knew they DID care for him. That had been built on a lie, a manipulation in fact. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of that, after Harry saved Ginny for them they had been so grateful to, strangely not Harry, but Dumbledore, for some reason. They had agreed readily to do as asked, after all Ron and he were already friends, why not. Hell he had even saved their only daughter from the jaws of death itself. They had come to care for him, he was sure of that. As said already though, that was built on a manipulation from Dumbledore.

Harry had to admit they had been as manipulated as he had, still it smarted. Also, apparently, Ron wasn't quite the friend he had thought him to be, since he had mentioned to the red head his own interest in their female friend. Though, perhaps that had been too late at that point, he wasn't entirely sure when all that had happened after all. At the start of the year and some way into it he had been infatuated by Cho. That had quickly waned though, her constant crying hadn't helped at all. Hermione had entered his thoughts at that point in a way not normally associated with her.

It had taken a great deal of courage to talk to Ron about that. If he had his timing right Ron had by that point already been fooling around with Hermione, but, he was not totally sure. Still, Ron could have said he was interested as well, even if it was purely physical.

This is where he and his elder counterpart differed in opinion. Harry now knew what a purely physical relationship was, in a way he'd had a fair few of them now. He didn't think it was just sex with Ron and Hermione, as they had all been through too much together for that. There was more to it than that, there had to be.

Ron and Hermione walked hand-in-hand until they reached the edge of the forest and then broke away from each other slightly. Which was more power to Harry's theory, as shag buddies didn't tend to hold hands. Harry hung back at the edge of the forest watching, waiting until night fall, when he would make his presence known. To that end he seemed to fade into the background. He wasn't actually invisible, such methods actually stood out to a trained observer or people like Dumbledore and Moody who could see straight through most methods of invisibility. This was more along the lines of being something the eye would just slide over.

He stayed utterly still for 5 hours, until the sun was long since gone behind the horizon. Just a little skill he'd picked up somewhere that made his younger mind boggle, i.e. a different planet. Still it was a damn useful ability and vital to making the fade spell work. Then suddenly he was in the foreground again which was another useful skill, he could not only fade from sight but also pretty much become the centre of attention in much the same way.

He plastered a smile onto his face and strode towards The Burrow.

-xXx-

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

The sound of knocking made the Weasley's, who were present, look at the door in shock. Visitors generally came via Floo. The locals were Muggles and thus wouldn't even be able to see the door. This left the question of 'who on earth was knocking on their door?'

Molly took the most expedient method of discovery and walked to the door with wand in hand. Then putting one hand, her wand hand, behind her back with her husband backing her up, she pulled the door open.

"Greetings," Harry said with a bright smile as he was shown in all his glory.

Ginny, who was sat at the table, gulped aloud. Harry was sporting a very different look for Harry but god she liked it. Head to toe in black, with big boots on his feet that went almost to the knee, jeans, silk shirt over which was a ground brushing leather coat. His hair was long tied off in a slight pony tail and gone where his glasses; meaning that a positively glowing pair of emerald eyes surveyed the shocked Weasleys and one Granger.

"Harry," Molly gasped, "We have all been looking for you."

"Good for you, you found me," Harry said with a grin. "Can I come in," he asked, "I mean; I am still welcome aren't I?"

"Of course my boy," Molly said grabbing him and dragging him in through the door and going to grab him into a hug. Somehow he managed to side step her so she got an arm full of thin air. She looked a little shocked at the move, but quickly covered. "We're so pleased to see you." she enthused.

"I'm certainly glad to hear that. I was in the neighbourhood and, Well I thought I'd drop by and say Hi" Harry said cheerfully. His smile was actually a little, worrying, but no one could quite put their finger on why. "Hi," he said with a little wave. He looked around the room, spotting Hermione and Ron sat one side of the table with Ginny the other and Arthur at one end. Molly had apparently been tending to her pots but there was a place laid out for her at the end of the table opposite Mr Weasley.

"Please, join us Harry," Arthur said, pulling his wand, making Harry tense slightly. He conjured a place setting, "We were just about to eat. Doubtless Molly has plenty for another." he said jovially.

"Thank you Mr Weasley I am quite famished." Harry said and then caught Ginny's eye. He shot her a loaded smile, before taking a place next to her. Somehow he managed to suddenly be there without seeming to pass through the intervening space.

Ginny for her part blushed, but felt a certain something shift inside her at his smile. Harry looked at his two friends, "Don't I get a hello anymore?" he asked.

"Oh Harry we've been so worried." Hermione said.

Harry snorted slightly, "Apparently not. Hello Hermione, Hello Ron." he said with a trace of sarcasm.

Ginny stifled a giggle at their shocked expressions, then looked at her own personal saviour. Though he certainly didn't look like a white knight any more. For one thing, he was in black. But mostly there was something about him now that seemed to fill the space around him. Power was leaking off of him in waves for another. Harry had always had power, but it normally only showed itself when he was angry. Now it was there, just riding under the surface ready for use. For some reason Ginny felt that he knew exactly what to do with it as well.

"I must just -urh- attend to something," Arthur said, getting out of his chair.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Wow that was bad," he said with a smirk. "Go, call the Professor, but for god's sake next time think of something a little more original," he said with a joking expression on his face.

Arthur managed to look amused and contrite all at the same time, as he nodded and walked into the lounge to use the fire. "Wow your dad sucks at clandestine, doesn't he," Harry said to the still speechless Ron.

Harry scratched his arm idly as he waited for the inevitable arrival of Professor Dumbledore. Having recently installed his invention, well, it wasn't his invention actually it was fairly old tech by his standards but since he had now made it before anyone else had even conceived of it he supposed it was his invention. Either way the damn thing itched like a bitch still.

Just then a voice could be heard singing as if it was covered in cloth.

"Oh, I'm in love baby," it intoned in a tinny but musical voice.

"Oh" Harry said with a smirk, "Excuse me" he said and reached into his pocket and pulled out a top of the range Mobile phone. "Yo," he said by way of greeting.

"Uh huh," he said a moment later and then he smirked.

"Don't be like that you know I only love ya baby." he purred before then laughing.

"Sod your husband you know you want me," He listened for a few more moments and laughed again.

"Yeah right, in his dreams could he." another pause, and a frown followed it.

"Just tell that little pecker head to get it on time or I'll tear out his spine and feed it to my Rottweiler." a shocked silence surrounded him as he listened again.

"Well you know I don't have a dog and I know I don't have a dog. But he doesn't does he," he said with a grin.

He nodded for a few moments then smiled in a manner that made Hermione and Ginny take in a breath. "Of course I do my love and you know I'd never hurt you. But if Fitz doesn't deliver," he trailed off then smirked.

"Yes please be sure to pass that on to him. In the meantime payment has already been made for your services to your Cayman account." he said, "Bye luv" he said and snapped the phone shut.

"Sorry about that just a bit of a business," he told the shocked group of people around him.

"Harry," Hermione asked a hitch in her voice, she then cleared her throat and repeated herself.

"That's my name," Harry said with a odd fixed smile.

"What was that about mate," Ron asked.

"Ah, it speaks," Harry said with a mocking smile on his face. "It was as I said a little business. I do apologise but I've been waiting for that call. Normally I'd have let it go to my message service."

"Phone... how... here" Hermione managed to say.

"It is simply a matter of Sub-quantum uni-directionality theory." Harry replied honestly but he may as well have been speaking Greek. Five thousand years of not much to do other than slap down the occasional dark lord tended to allow one to learn things one might not normally.

"Sub-quantum," Hermione asked looking confused. "How can you have a SUB quantum?"

"Beautiful and intelligent, what a package," Harry said with a smirk.

She blushed, but still looked confused as hell.

"Now if you're good in bed, I may have to marry you." Harry finished bringing everyone to a stunned full stop.

"Harry, my boy how nice it is to see you safe and sound," the tones of Albus Dumbledore floated to them as he walked into the Weasley kitchen, straight from the fire. He did note the odd atmosphere of confusion, as he walked in. Not that any of that confusion was coming from Harry, who was looking at him steadily with very little expression on his face.

"Greetings," Harry said cheerfully, all smiles all of a sudden, which was quite hard work considering what he'd found out over the years. Dumbledore wasn't evil, per say, but he had dabbled far too much in Harry's life and contrary to popular belief the old man was not always correct.

"I must ask Harry: where have you been?"

"I've been sleeping with prostitutes all the way from John 'O groats to Landsend. It was quite the experience." Harry said seriously.

Dumbledore looked at him as if he could quite believe he'd heard that.

Harry cracked a grin and laughed, "Around headmaster, around." he said with a merry look on his face.

Dumbledore blinked for a moment, but decided to pretend he hadn't heard anything odd at all. "May I ask where?"

"By all means"

Dumbledore paused and Harry just looked at him with a smile on his face. His eyes seemed to glow with humour and, if Dumbledore wasn't mistaken, a large amount of just barely constrained power. "Where?"

"London," Harry answered much to the headmasters shock.

"The protections-"

Harry cut him off with a hand waved in the air. "Mean nothing if I can't call it home, which I don't. If anything I call this home, or Hogwarts, but not there. Besides I'm 16 I don't HAVE to stay with them if I don't want to. I could and have in fact, left home. Vernon was sent the paper work the day after I left and signed it with, I am sure, positive glee on his fat face. So, by British law, I am an emancipated minor. Was there something else I can help you with Headmaster?"

"I must insist..."

Harry stopped him again, gaining more shocked looks. No one had cut off Dumbledore so many times outside of politics in living memory. "It is done, live with it and move on. If you try to force me back there will be violence... I'm very good at violence Headmaster, as you well know," he said, his voice a dangerous purr at the end.

Dumbledore looked more than a little taken aback, but at that moment in time had nothing he could say. "Where are you staying then, if I may ask?"

"Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Ask; I'm not entirely certain if you asked, or asked if you could ask."

"I am asking."

"Yes, but what are you asking?" Harry said with obvious signs of enjoyment at the conversation.

"Where are you staying Harry?"

Harry shrugged, "Pretty much anywhere I feel like. Not got a hotel for the night, thought I'd take a walk into town and sleep with Luna."

Hermione, Ron and Ginny all blinked at his choice of words.

"You can stay here of course," Molly said.

"You can sleep with me Mate," Ron put in almost on top of his mother.

"You're not really my type, but thanks for the offer mate." he said smiling at his friend.

At least one person in the room was enjoying the conversation. That person was obviously Harry who was finding confusing the hell out of people to be as much fun as his elder had.

"I mean I've got a soft spot for red heads," he said tossing Ginny a wink, "But I'm into girls mate. Well given half the chance at any rate."

For the adults in the room they were having a serious problem linking their memories of the shy retiring Harry Potter with this complete nut in his place. He was being irreverent, cheeky and seemed to be having a whale of a time confusing the hell out of everyone. They weren't sure if half the stuff coming out of his mouth was a joke or something else entirely since he was delivering his lines with such conviction and honesty in his tone.

"Are you quite well Harry," Dumbledore found himself asking.

"Yes I am thanks," Harry said, "How about you sir? Feeling well I hope."

"Yes, I am thank you," he replied with a grandfatherly smile.

"I'm very pleased to hear that sir." Harry said tagging, 'Wouldn't want you ill before I make your life a living hell now would I?' in his mind just below their surface where if could be picked up if Dumbledore was scanning his thoughts. From the stunned look on the man's face, he obviously was.

"So... urm..." Molly said looking confused, "Would you like to stay here?"

"If it is not an imposition Mrs Weasley, I'm sure Luna could've fitted me in, but ..." he trailed off his meaning a mystery in point of fact. "I'm sure you're much bigger"

"Actually Luna's house is over the printing room for the Quibbler it's huge." Ginny said, trying to find a topic of conversation that wasn't confusing the hell out of everyone. Her mum was looking like she wasn't entirely sure if she was insulted or not.

"Okay, well I'll have to ring her let her know I won't be sleeping with her tonight." Harry said.

"Luna has a phone," Hermione asked. She was grasping at something in much the same way Ginny was.

"Yes, she has now I've sent her one," Harry said. "I have one for each of you guys too actually." He flipped open his phone fingers dancing on the pad as he dialled a number from memory. One would think such a long life would've made his mind a mess but thanks to some study of techniques not yet invented Harry's mind was highly organised.

"Luna," he said with a grin, "Apparently I can sleep with Ginny, so I won't be sleeping with you tonight." he said. "Yes I know but I'm sure I can make it up to you later on." he said with a smirk. "Tomorrow sounds great" he added, "Okay then, catch you later."

"I didn't know you and Miss Lovegood where so ... close." Dumbledore said.

"Did you not," Harry replied. He then slapped his thighs and stood up, "Well, If I'm to stay here I should probably go get my bike."

"Bike - as in a pedal bike," Arthur asked with a curious expression on his face.

Harry laughed, "No Mr Weasley London is a little far to be peddling all that way. It's a motorbike."

"You're not old enough to ride a motorbike" Hermione said.

"Actually no I'm not, but that only really counts if I'm caught by the Bobbies don't it?" he said walking to the door. "Won't be a mo," he said, "I left it back in the forest." he put in smirking when Ron and Hermione tensed and with that he was out the door.

A moment later the kitchen was filled with everyone talking at the same time.

"What the hell is going on," Ron asked his sort of girlfriend.

Ginny smirked, "He's changed" she noted as the adults all seemed to talk to each other at the same time.

"Yeah, he's weird" Ron said thoughtfully. "I wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about half the time he had his mouth open."

Ginny laughed, "Nor was I," she admitted.

Hermione looked thoughtful, but said, "Me either."

"Did you know he and Luna were that close?" Ron asked them both.

"No, they seemed to be getting on well at the end of the year though. She said something to him to cheer him up quite a bit. But he wouldn't say what." Hermione told him.

"Luna has a special way of looking at the world." Ginny noted, "Sometimes that's a real comfort actually."

"I'm sure" Hermione said, though she didn't sound sure.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "You just don't get her. I think Harry does and oddly enough I think Luna get's Harry."

"Well, you're the expert" Ron said teasingly.

"I am" Ginny agreed amiably. "Though I have to admit he's confusing even me at the moment. But if I know Harry at all, he was having a lot of fun at our expense just then."

Hermione nodded, if anyone knew Harry as well as she did it was Ginny. She had made a study of all things Harry during her crush years, and continued it even afterwards. Truth be told, Hermione wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. She was the resident Harry expert in her mind. It was her... duty to be. She was his best friend, perhaps even more so than Ron was. For another woman to know him so well, it felt like competition oddly enough. Now for Luna to be getting in on the action as well was making her feeling oddly jealous. She had Ron, sort of, but still...

"When did he get a bike though?" Ron wondered.

"That is just one of many questions Mr Weasley" Dumbledore said with a sigh, having taken note of the younger generation's conversation and careful note at that. This Luna problem was not something he wanted to deal with. He would prefer to have control, in some way, of all Harry's friends and Luna Lovegood was not controllable. Not one tiny bit, she was as odd as her father and as clever as her mother. This was not a good combination in his mind, not in this situation at least. He would have to find some mechanism of control for the girl; he just wasn't sure as to what that method would be. It was of the utmost import that he keep careful reign of Harry in the foreseeable future, Harry had a destiny and he needed to be directed. Luna Lovegood and by extension her father's out of whack view of the universe would not help that goal.

Just then the sound of a large engine hit them and a headlight passed the kitchen window. Almost as one body they walked out of the kitchen door. The elder present all looked at the Harry's form of transport in shock.

"Where did you find that bike Harry," Dumbledore asked sternly.

"Find, It was a gift Sir."

"That is Sirius's bike Harry," Arthur said, "I thought it lost."

Harry flashed him a smile. "Not lost, she was just misplaced. I picked her up from his vault actually."

"When did you have access to Sirius's vault Harry," Dumbledore asked.

"After he left it to me in his will," Harry said as if it were obvious. He kicked down the stand and slid off the bike backwards. "She's quite amazing, she can fly you know." he said.

"Wicked," Ron said with a smile.

"Gave Rose a hell of a shock I can tell ya" Harry said with a grin.

"Rose," Hermione stated and then asked, "a girlfriend Harry?"

Harry burst into laughter, "Oh hell NO," he said firmly. "He'd ... do nasty things to me."

"He,s" Dumbledore said.

"Oh yes, I ... bumped into a new old friend last week." Harry said with a mysterious smile. He looked at Dumbledore in interest, "A very good Doctor." then looked mildly disappointed when the reference had no effect at all on the elderly headmaster.

"A doctor of what," Hermione asked.

"Everything" Harry said further confusing them, though in this case he was being entirely accurate. "After a little chat he helped me find a few things and pick up some others." he said with the beginnings of an evil smile. "I gave Rose a ride on the bike when we got back."

"From where?"

"Hmm?"

"Back from where," Dumbledore clarified.

"From where I was," Harry said smiling.

"Where was that," Dumbledore asked.

"Not where I am now, and not where I was previous to where I was that we're talking about for sure. Perhaps it was somewhere I had been before though, it's so hard to keep track."

Dumbledore freely agreed with that assertion.

"So, did we decide who I'm sleeping with tonight?"