Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Harry didn't drink much. And gambling had never appealed to him since his reasonable fortune. (increased since his coma) Nor was he the sort of man to leer at women. So back in the isles no one even considered Vegas. The first Harry-less month passed for friends and admires with little worry.

They had noted the random burst of 'accidental magic' such as lightning bolts to offending tea that had cooled or drawing the shadows in around him in an EXTREMELY creepy way. Wandless magic brought on by something as simple as Hermione tripping to find herself paused and righted. At one point Neville could have sworn he saw puppy ears sticking out of Harry's dark hair but a quick snap caught his attention and he realized he was staring and he (of course) had human ears and on each side of his head. No one knew what to make of the name miscalling. Ron just took offense to have been called Gwaine, Thantos or and definitely definitely strangest Espino. Hermione on the other hand deduced that he was just overly tired from the nightmares which were observed also. They ranged from the usual Voldemort and war terrors to random shouting of Ancient Japanese and Greek, to Latin or the occasional Parseltounge hissing. Overall no one found it weird that Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived ran on Christmas Eve. In fact those closest to him (and Malfoy) approved of it thinking it would do him good.

After one month everyone missed him but few worried. He had suffered hard from a war and then gone into a coma, it was normal and acceptable to take a Vacation. He might even be going through therapy for PTSD. At least that was the general conscious of the British wizarding world.

Six months gone and the worry is there but a search deemed unnessicery. He was famous sure but talented, he could beat anything short of a new Dark Lord and no guaranteed No's there. But his friends had tried reaching him to no avail.

A year with no sign of Harry Potter brought feelings of great betrayal. He wasn't dead and he wasn't with them so he must have left!

Five years without Harry and the search is on as it has been since the third anniversary of the war. No one even considers Vegas. It seems an insult to his even memory that they think he would leave them to go to a party town across the pond.

Ten years and Harry Potter is missed but not expected. Most believe that it's better this way, that he remain more than a man, a legend to wizarding world. A hero they can remember when their petty problems get to them rather than having this ruined by doing something like becoming middle aged. His friends don't agree that it was good he disappeared. They know something happened but don't let it overwhelm them. They had their own lives but still help that faint hope that he would come back and their children could meet the fabled Uncle Harry.

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It was with sleepy mind that Harry disembarked the plane in America. He didn't have have any luggage so he stumbled out rather quickly. In fact he stumbled at a surprisingly fast pace and in short time found himself in front of a hotel that seemed very promising. It was called the Lotus hotel and Harry figured that it look as good a place of any. He walked in received a room key and casino card, not even conscious enough to register that he didn't pay went to his room and passed out on his bed.

Disclaimer: see chapter 1

THIS PLACE IS AWESOME! It makes me hate the Dursley's that much more just to know that I was missing stuff like this. I've only been here four days and I've beaten the high score on the local COD leader board. Maybe I will go into the Auror Corps. this is really fun!

Level 47 and 5,000 head shots later the game's over. I look around and see a bunch of games I don't really recognize growing up outside of technology. Screens flashing everywhere its really quite disorienting. Some kids are clustered around another shooting game. And a over there is some flashy dance game some dude in full out disco clothes is bumping to "Can't touch this" on. Then I see something hilarious. The muggle's have a WIZARDING game! There's this short kid with emo hair playing half of it. I shrug and grab the other controller.

"No! NO! theres an minotaur that way. Ctrl+5, CTRL+5!" This game is so much cooler than soldiers, I swear when I go home I'm asking Hermione if there is such thing as an Orc in wizarding Britain. I've been playing with this kid for three days straight! Though I can't say I regret it. Nico as it turns out is pretty cool for a kid. He's good at this game to even if it is about the Greek God's instead wizards. They actually look a little bit like they do in real life. "I got it, I got it but watch out a Medusa is on your trail." Suddenly this lawyer dude walks up and taps Nico on the shoulder, I look over and see that sulky little girl, with the "fashion" sense that brought us food that one time there. Suit says something I can't hear and Nico nods. "Hey dude, I'm checkin out, nice meeting ya, bye." I turn and shake his hand "It was a pleasure playing with you kid, Constant Vigilance." He smiles and leaves with the creepy lawyer dude. I turn to go back to the game only to find...I have been eaten by a griffin. Ironic. I consider starting the game again but I'm kinda tired I'll just turn in and see about a plane tomorrow.

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I can't believe I let my guard down this much! Its called the freaking Lotus hotel! Of course America would be the new west, I probably would have been killed by monsters in the Forest of Dean if it had still been the West. I burst into the hot Las Vegas air doors swinging behind me with a panicked look on my face. Wait, hot? I sprint up the street looking for a newspaper or something. Two blocks and nothing, can't be a good sign. Finally I see a cabby and figure the airport must have something, along with a plane back to britain.

I hail the dude and say "Closest airport please and oh can you tell me the date? Preferable with the year." The dude looks at me weird for a second and then just says "July 22, 2010" I'm stunned but manage to choke out "I thought so, thanks dude." I sink back into my seat and just think stunned about what I just learned. I've been gone for 11 years. My friends are THIRTY! I wonder if Hermione and Ron got married? What about Luna or Ginny? Did Neville get his Herbology major? I wonder briefly how Nico reacted to this. Probably punched creepy lawyer dude. That brings a smile on my face before I'm brought back to reality. I just spent the last eleven years in stasis. I think I may have gone onto shock because before I know it, I'm at the airport giving the guy the green card in my hand and walking into air conditioned doors.