When Harry reached into the box his whole arm disappeared into it before he felt his fingers brush the cool surface of a Gallon. He pulled out around sixty gallons and placed them into a pull string bag he had transfigured from a rock. He hoped that this would be enough…. Not that he was short on money or anything…. After Voldemort was killed the Ministry gifted him a rather large sum of money. Top that off with the fortune that he inherited once he had turned seventeen he had more than enough money to last him several thousand lifetimes over. The whole black family fortune was left to him along with the Potter family vault. As it had turned out the vault he had accessed to during his school years had been a trust fund that his parents had set up for him before they died. He was only able to access the main vaults once he reached adulthood. Though for a long time during his darker years Harry never touched the money, in fact for a while he lived on the street just trying to find a way to die…..

For a while Harry simply walked around Portland taking in the sites. He was keeping an eye out for a bank but had yet to see any. After walking for what must have been another four hours Harry caved in and began to look around for a person to ask directions from. Finally he saw a person who was walking down the side of the road reading a small piece of paper. As harry got closer he began to realize that the person was in fact mumbling to himself.

"Eggs, Milk, Butter, Pasta, tomato sauce, salad, fish, ranch dressing, oregano, parsley cheese, bread….." The man continued to read things off from the list that he was holding seeming to not take any notice of Harry. "Why on earth do we need all of this stuff anyway? I could have sworn that we just bought groceries last week! I swear that there is always something that needs to be done…."

Harry seeing that the man was not going to stop quickly decided to interrupt his ramblings before they could go on. "Excuse me sir could you please tell me where the closest bank is?"

The man stopped what he was doing and quickly looked up at Harry. Harry gave the man a kind smile that is until he realized that the man had turned a sickly gray color. "Are you ok sir?" Harry thought that maybe the man was sick or having a heart attack of some sort. He took a moment to look at the man's nametag that was on his cloths. "Would you like me to call for help ?" (When Harry said call for help, he literally meant just looking and running around while yelling for help. After all he had no idea where he was and had no access to any phones. So he really hoped that this man was not about to kneel over and die. Though Harry wasn't getting any feeling of deaths presence on the man, meaning that he shouldn't be anywhere near his time of dyeing. However with the color that the man was turning Harry wasn't so sure….)

The man opened his mouth and let out a strange gurgling noise somewhere between a scream and a squeak. " maybe you should sit down." Harry reached his arm out to help stabilize the poor man.

But when his arm moved the man leaped away from him and began to stammer. "Look, I don't mean any harm! I was just walking to the grocery store I swear! I have never done anything bad! Please I have a wife and kids! I'm only a harmless Eisbiber nowhere near the top of the food chain! Please just spare my life!"(In his mind all bud could think was, 'Don't woge, Don't woge, Dot woge….')

"Uhhhh….." Harry didn't know what to say to the man who was now cowering in front of him like he was the harbinger of death. (No pun intended) "Ummmm…. Sir-"But before Harry could finish his sentence the man had begun to run in the direction that he had originally come from soon disappearing around a corner on the sidewalk. "Ok…" Harry had no idea what to say or think about what had just happened so he just opted to ignore it and continue his search for a bank. After all he had seen weirder things in his life time.

Change POV

Bud was running down the street like a mad man. There was a Grimm! A Grimm in Portland who wasn't Nick! An unknown Grimm! Once he looked up he knew that it was all over for him. The Grimm's eyes were inky black and in them he saw his very wesen soul being reflected. It was horrific….. With Nick it was somewhat bearable because he was used to him, but at times it was still more than a little unsettling. But with an unknown Grimm it was terrifying….

He sprinted not looking back until Rosalee's shop began to appear in the distance. Once he reached it he yanked open the door flew inside and slammed it shut with all his might. Feeling in a safer place he allowed himself to take a breath and faint on the floor.

Rosalee jumped when Bud ran inside like death was on his heels and slammed the door with enough force she thought that it was going to fall off of his hinges. Before she could say anything Bud had locked her door and fainted on the shop floor. Monroe had quickly appeared after hearing the commotion and began to sniff the air trying to find a threat.

Rosalee ran over to where Bud was and quickly began to look him over. "Monroe please get me the smelling salts that are on the left top shelf."

Monroe quickly grabbed the salts and ran over to Rosalee. "What happened? Is he ok?"

"I don't see any physical injuries; he fainted before he could tell me anything." Rosalee took the salts from Monroe's hand and placed them under Bud's nose. After a few seconds Bud shot up with a gasp and began looking around frantically. "Bud are you ok?" Rosalee placed her hand on buds shoulder to keep him from fainting again.

"Rosalee! Monroe! Oh thank God! I saw one! I saw one; it came right up to me and tried to touch me! I ran away before it could get me! But I almost lost my life!" Bud was speaking so fast that it took Monroe and Rosalee a moment to figure out what he was saying.

"Bud what exactly did you see?" Monroe cautiously asked Bud, he was afraid that any type of pressure might send bud into another collapsing spell.

"A GRIM!" Bud screamed.

"What!? You mean one other than Nick? You saw a Grimm that wasn't Nick?" Monroe's voice quickly became serious.

"Yes! He looked me right in the eye! I saw my very soul looking back at me!" Bud was trying to calm down to no avail. "H-He knew my name! How did he know my name!?"

Rosalee took a moment to quickly brew a calming draught while Monroe tried to calm down Bud. "Bud, your name tag is on your shirt."

Bud looked down at his shirt quickly with a surprised look on his face. "O-Oh yah of course…. Ha,Ha,Ha… How silly of me."

"Here drink this; it will help calm you down." Rosalee crouched down and handed Bud the mixture that she had made. Bud drowned it all in one gulp not even asking what the contents of the drink could be.

"This could be a real problem, an unknown Grimm hanging around Portland could cause mass chaos. I have to call Nick." Monroe was pacing back and forth mumbling to himself.

"Will he be able to do anything?" Rosalee taking the cup back from Bud looked up at Monroe.

"I'm not sure; truth is it would be easier for a wesen to locate a Grimm than another Grimm trying to locate one of its own. We can at least tell when a Grimm is present because of their eyes, but Nick has no chance of knowing unless the Grimm tells him." Monroe looked at Rosalee with worry in his eyes.

"There is one more thing." Bud was now considerably calmer. "I was able to see myself in his eyes… but I didn't woge…."

"Wait what do you mean you didn't woge and you could see yourself in his eyesBud there is no way you didn't woge, with the stress of seeing a new Grimm you must have woged." Monroe was staring at Bud in disbelief.

"That's the thing I saw myself in his eyes before I had even realized that he was a Grimm. I didn't even have time to woge or react I was so shocked!" Bud was begging Monroe to believe him with is eyes.

"That's not possible, in order for a Grimm to see a Wesen, we have to woge in some way. It doesn't have to be big but it has to be something." Rosalee studied Bud, looking for some sort of falsity.

"I don't know what to say guys, it must be possible because it just happened." Bud watched as Rosalee and Monroe froze and stared off into space comtimplating what this could mean for all of Portland's wesen. A Grimm who didn't have to wait for them to woge was a Grimm that could destroy them all…..