A/N Ok, chapter 4 is finally here. This was a little harder to write than the others, so I hope you like the way it came out. Sorry for the delay. Now, on with the story!

Harry landed in a head with a loud thud. "I really hate portkeys" He muttered as he slowly stood up. He looked around slowly and groaned "Where the bloody hell am I?"

"Smith Manor" Chase said, appearing out of thin air, still sitting on Harry's trunk. "Welcome, Potter, to New York."

Harry stared for a second. "New York?" He muttered. "WHY THE HELL AM I IN NEW YORK!?"

"Because we all agreed, that is: me, Ron, Amy, Hermione, The twins, Ginny…"

"I get it! All my friends all got together to have me sent to another country, Hell another continent!" He practically growled out. "Why?"

Chase laughed, "No, we agreed you need a vacation. Unfortunately for you, they let me pick where to take you. That way they can't rat us out to The Order, or anyone else. And, being the smart person that I am, I picked the best hiding place I know of." He waved his hand. "My house."

Harry turned quickly, his eyes wide. "That's your house!?"

"Well Amy's and mine, but as I'm the only one here…." He grinned.

They quickly made their way down the front walk to the tall door, Harry's trunk floating behind them. As they got closer, Harry's neck slowly bent back, and he realized the house was huge!

"My parents always had guests" he sighed softly, the memories flooding back. Hesitantly, Chase reached out and knocked on the door. A minute rolled by, before they slowly creaked open. Chase motioned Harry inside, glancing around before following.

With a bang, Harry's trunk crashed to the floor. His eye's widened as he turned, listening to the sound echo through the house. "Lights!" Chase yelled as he closed the door.

Harry's arm shot up to shield his eyes as the room was flooded with light. He gasped sharply as his vision cleared and he got a clear look at the room. What he thought was a small entrance hall, was actually three stories high. The ceiling above was enchanted like the great hall at Hogwarts, though it only showed the night sky. A large chandelier hung in the middle, even with the second floor. Four bronze dragons hung from it from their tails, the mouths open and casting a peaceful glow around the room. Around the walls, as if breaking through them, were bronze dragon claws holding candles. There were two indoor balconies, one for each floor, which seemed to float in the air. There were even paintings, though Harry had no idea who they were of.

'CRACK!' "Master Chase!" Harry jumped in surprise.

"Hello Sam" Chase said to the small house elf. "It's good to see you again."

The small elf was practically jumping up and down. "Welcome home Young Master, we have been waiting for your return."

"Unfortunately, we are only here to stay for the summer. Harry and I have to go back to school at the end of August."

Whether or not the elf cared, or even heard, Harry couldn't tell. The small creature whipped around so fast, his barley saw it. "Harry Potter sir!" The elf said bowing deeply, "it is an honor to meet you."

Chase laughed at Harry's bright red face. "Uh…Thanks um...Sam was it?"

The elf smiled "Yes Sam, short for Nesursamdel."

"Sam, could you take Harry's trunk to the biggest guest room? Then make us a good breakfast, we have a long day ahead of us."

The elf bowed again and, with another crack, both elf and trunk both disappeared.

"Ok Harry" Chase said, drawing his attention. "If you're gonna stay here, you got to follow some rules."

Harry's eyes widened as his face fell, 'Figures,' he thought.

Chase grinned "first, you need a fake name. Or rather a fake last name. How does Smith sound?"

'Wasn't expecting that kind of rule,' he thought. "Harry Smith, it's simple and easy to forget."

Chase nodded, "That's the idea, yes. Plus you can pose as my cousin if you have to. Ok second, since you will inevitably want to buy something, you will use this." He tossed Harry a plastic card. "It's basically a credit card, only it draws directly from your vault." Harry nodded. "Next this one isn't really a rule. I won't be here on Wednesdays, so you're free to do what you want. However, Hermione has kindly 'suggested' that you use the time to go through my library and use the training room."

Harry grinned, "Suggested?"

"Ok, so she said she'd make Voldemort look like a lost puppy." Chase said with a grin. "Name and all."

"Is that it?" Harry asked. 'She actually said Voldemort?' He thought, impressed.

"Far from it. Ok, as long as your gonna hang with me, you need to change your look."

"What's wrong with my look?"

Chase burst out laughing, "You look like a bum, only with worse clothes." He laughed harder. "Don't worry Potter, I'll take you shopping, we'll see if we can't turn you into an evil little demon, a threat to the natural order, the spawn of Satan…"

"CHASE!" Harry called, snapping his fingers. Chase had shown no sign of stopping. "What does all that mean?"

"Huh?" He looked up, "Oh right, uh basically a combination of Goth, Emo, and Punk…Basically all those 'Dark' groups." A rather dark grin crossed Chase's face, "Simply put, you will be like me….I call it Militant."

"Why?" Harry asked, confused.

"Cause it's my style and I can call it what ever the hell I want to!"

Harry grinned, "Ok, fine, fine. Now is that it?"

"Nah, couple more." He began counting on his fingers. "You can go where you want, no curfew. Just tell me or the elves first." One finger. "The house is your's to explore, but stay out of the master bedroom." Two fingers. "Since no one knows you're here, feel free to use magic as often as you need to, but try not to draw attention to us. Oh and there does a book in the library that will show you how to take the Ministries' Trace off so you can use magic with out them knowing." He grinned as a third finger popped into the air. "If you need to write to some one, use Falco, since he can't be tracked. And finally, this is a vacation! Enjoy yourself!"

They both laughed "ok, now is THAT all?" Harry asked, wanting to at least get out of the front hall.

"Yeah, let's go enjoy our breakfast before we go out and see the town." He grinned "OH!" Harry looked up as Chase's hands rose to his mouth "From the top to the bottom!"

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
(Linkin Park-Forgotten)

Harry covered his ears, thinking a bomb had just gone off. Chase laughed as the music filled the house. Harry groaned and pulled his hands away as Chase led him into the dinning room. Chase sat down, still laughing, "What's wrong Harry? Never heard this before?"

Harry shrugged, "Never been much of a music person, but this isn't bad."

"Good, means I don't have to worry bout you comin' back with any of that Pop Rock crap….Or worse." He faked a shudder.

Harry nodded as a house elf appeared with plates of bacon and eggs. "Eat up" he said with a bow.

"Thank you Jasper," Chase said as he took a plate. The elf disappeared.

"So what are we doing today?" Harry asked as he ate his breakfast.

A/N First off, the song lyrics are from Linkin Park's song Forgotten. Ok, so now we know where Chase is from, though it seams that Harry's adventures are just starting. What does the future hold for young Mr. Potter? Keep reading and find out.