Authors Note: tkawaiii2013 - I don't like him either but his presence was necessary for a plot to continue and for Harry to get one of the Hallows. I don't think that money is what they need right now.

Harry was in his room with Diggle asking him questions about the Wizarding World. It was really interesting to explain this to a Muggle especially that he once was the one that was clueless about it...
- So there is a Ministry of Magic? - asked perplexed Diggle.
- Yes, Dig - Harry answered with amusement. - There are many laws we have including Statue of Secrecy that I'm breaking right now by telling you about my world.
- Then why did you told me about this?
Harry considered answer for a moment - If we are going to work together to save this city then we have to trust each other and you couldn't trust me not knowing such big part of my past.
- True
- Also, there are some people in a wizarding world that wants me dead... People that think that muggles- non-magical folks - explained Harry at Diggle's questioning look - are beneath us.
- So they will come after you?
- I'm not sure if they even know that I'm alive right now but... yeah they will come after me.
They fell into a silence that was broken by Harry's phone ringing.
- Oliver? What's up?
- My mother... she was shot. I and Thea are at the hospital right now...
Harry felt his heart stop for a second; Ms. Queen was a nice to him he didn't want her to get hurt or worse...
- I'm on my way...
O-o-O-o

Harry arrived into a Starling General into Moira's room where Oliver and Thea were already with their mother.
- Hi - he said and Queens looked at him - I heard about what happened... Are you okay Ms. Queen?
Moira smiled at him warmly - I'm fine nothing to worry about...
- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you. - Oliver was saying - I thought you were fine.
- What did you think you were doing anyway? - she asked.
- Yeah, I wanted to get the license plate of the guy who took a shot at you. - Oliver lied. Harry could recognize it immediately.
He was trying to stop the shooter - realized Harry
- Well, that was foolish - Moira said sternly.
- Yeah. - Oliver agreed, then leaned down and hugged her.
- Get better Ms. Queen - Harry said with concern. Moira nodded.
- I will don't worry about me.
Harry, Oliver, and Thea walked out of the room a short while later.
- So did you get the license plate? - Thea asked coldly.
- No. He got away.
- Maybe you should spend a little less time trying to be a hero. You're obviously not very good at it. - She spat.
Oliver forced a grin - That's cute.
- I wasn't trying to be. - She replied instantly. She stared at him with cold, angry eyes. - You left her on the street, alone and hurt. In the street. To get a license plate?
- Thea, I'm sure Oliver had the best intentions - Harry said with firmness in his voice.
- Harry just because you are the good guy that always tries to save somebody it doesn't mean that everybody is. - She practically yelled and walked out of the room.
Oliver looked hurt so Harry gave his shoulder a squeeze.
- Hey, she didn't mean it she's just... angry at what happened.
- Yeah - Oliver replied unconvinced.
As they walked down the hall Detective Lance and Hilton appeared.
- Detectives - Oliver greeted - Do you have any leads on the shooter?
- Not yet. - Hilton said - Did you get a good look at him? - he asked. Oliver shook his head.
- No. He was wearing a helmet.
- Don't worry. We'll find him. - Hilton promised.
- My head of security is on his way. - Oliver continued - I want to make sure there are men outside my mother's door. She needs to be protected.
- Well, you know your family's at the tippy-toppy of my list of priorities - Lance said sarcastically. - but the guy she was with was connected to a mob. She wasn't the target.
That was rude - thought Harry as they walked past him.
O-o-O-o

They were back in the Lair where Oliver was taking out his frustrations on a training dummy.
- Oliver, your mom was nearly killed. - Diggle said, coming into the lair. - I think you can take a day off from training.
- Yeah, mate your mom needs you right now - added Harry.
- My mother wasn't the target. This man was - Oliver indicated a picture on the monitor. - Paul Copani. He was trying to close a deal with her when they were shot at. Copani works for Bertinelli Construction
and Frank Bertinelli.
- The mob boss? - Dig asked.
- I did some digging. - Oliver said - Copani isn't the first member of Bertinelli's crew who's been hit.
- You did some digging? - Dig asked, unbelievingly.
- Do you think it's the Triad that's attacking Bertinelli's? - Harry asked curiously.
Oliver shrugged his arms - I don't know. Bertinelli has a lot of enemies. The best way to figure out who's trying to target his organization is to get inside of it.
- Okay then let's do it - Harry said firmly.
- I think it's something that I will have to do myself - Oliver replied slightly uncomfortable - I don't think you have anything that he would have wanted from you.
Harry nodded after a moment of thinking about it.
- I think there's something else we need to talk about - Diggle said looking at Oliver - Your mother's shot at, nearly killed, and the way you process this emotionally is by going undercover with the mob.
- I'm not trying to process anything emotionally. - Oliver denied.
- Yeah, well maybe that's your problem, man. You ever thought about just being there for your family?
- I tried that today with Thea - He started - She told me I was being a bad person leaving our mother alone bleeding on the street because I can't very well explain to her that I'm fast enough to almost run down
the attacker. But what I can do is protect my family. And, Diggle, when I found out who this guy is, he's a dead man.
Before any of them could say anything else Harry's phone rang.
- Halo?
- Mr. Potter, we've got the lead on one of the items that you were looking for. Are you still interested?
- I'll be there right away.
Oliver and Diggle looked at him questionably - That was Aleksi. He's got a lead on one of the Horcruxes. - Oliver just nodded but Diggle looked confused.
- Wait what are these...?
- Horcruxes - Put in helpfully Harry
- Yeah those things
- Well, it's object in which someone has hidden a part of the soul.
Diggle raised his hands in surrender - You know what? Forget I asked... Part of the soul... Yeah right...
O-o-O-o

Harry walked to Bratva garage for the information just to see Aleksi already waiting for him with another man who had a bag on his head and was tied up.
Harry smiled at him friendly - Aleksi it's good to see you.
- So do you, Captain - Aleksi smiled back - It wasn't easy to get that information.
- If it was easy I wouldn't need Bratva's help. - Harry said with conviction and appreciation.
- Of course. We have information on a locket. - said Aleksi and Harry looked at him impatiently. - We've succeeded in capturing Anthony Dolohov. Pozhiratel' Smerti
- A Death Eater - said Harry in English - As I presume Anatoli mentioned what kind of people you were dealing with...
Leonov smiled at him - He did. Truthfully it was much easier than we thought... While he is probably skilled volshebnik ( wizard ). He wasn't good in a direct fight...
- What have you found out? - Harry asked, impatience finally was creeping into his voice.
- Mr. Dolohov said that someone named Black was asked to hide the locket at some... cave?
Harry thought back into a cave that he and Dumbledore were in. - Yes, I know what he meant.
- This is all we could find out. - Aleksi finished.
Harry nodded his head respectfully - Thank you. - Aleksi shook his head.
- We expect something in return. - At Harry's questioning look he elaborated - Mr. Dolohov did something with his... stick to one of our men. He stopped shaking 24 hours after we caught him.
Harry looked at him questionably - What do you want me to do?
Aleksi smile turned twisted as he pulled the bag from Dolohov's head. - I want you to show him how we treat our enemies in Bratva...
Harry looked at him in silence considering it. Dolohov hurt many innocent people including Ron's uncles... Plus he was in Voldemort's Inner Circle so he was valuable to him; killing him would be a huge loss at Voldemort's side.
Harry walked over to Dolohov in silence... Grabbed his head and snapped his neck...
Aleksi looked at him- twisted smile still on his face
- I'm glad to do business with you.
O-o-O-o

Harry arrived back into Queen Manor seeing Tommy leaving and Oliver getting ready to leave.
- Hi - Harry said weakly.
Oliver looked at him with concern. - Are you okay?
Harry looked into his eyes - No. Not really. - Oliver looked at him patiently - I just... killed a Death Eater not in self-defense but for... Bratva.
- You did what you had to do. He wasn't a good person. - Oliver said firmly.
- Am I?
- What do you mean?
- I don't feel like a very good person lately... I mean I know that we kill people to make sure that others won't die but...
- You feel like the worst scum in the world. - Oliver said sadly. Harry nodded. - I feel the same way sometimes... Just remember that we are better than them.
Harry nodded. - Okay... But I wanted to talk to you about something else. I'm going to Great Britain for a Horcrux.
- Okay. Do you need a jet or something?
- No. - Harry protested firmly - Constantine taught me how to apparate... I'll be fine.
- Be careful - Oliver said with concern.
- When am I not?
O-o-O-o

Harry quickly apparated to Great Britain in front of Grimmauld Place 12. Since he heard from the Bratva that Black was involved in stealing Horcrux he thought about Sirus brother who was a Death Eater.
Before anyone could notice him he opened the door and went inside. He waited a while for his eyesight to get used to the darkness.
He took one step inside but before he could do anything else suddenly a dark voice spoke:
- Severus Snape?
It was Mad-Eye Moody's voice coming from the gray haired figure that was so familiar to him.
- I'm not Snape! I didn't kill you!
The moment Harry spoke these words the figure exploded in a great cloud of dust. Portrait of Ms. Black started to scream but Harry with a confident move with his hand silenced it.
He thought about the figure that was supposed to be protected against the Snape... He felt old grief and anger rising with him. Snape that bastard betrayed Dumbledore... Did he kill this figure just as easily as he killed the real Dumbledore? Harry didn't know what to think about it but he knew one thing: he has to be careful... If Snape was able to get in here, the other Death Eaters could too...
He quickly cast a spell to check if someone was here - Homenum Revelio. - Nothing happened. He was safe at least for now.
Harry quickly moved to the stairs. He wanted to get this done as quickly as possible; he still had to help Oliver with the shooter.
He stopped in front of the doors he was looking for: 'Do Not Enter Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black'
Harry quickly took out a fake locket out of his backpack to read the message again.
R.A.B - Harry realized - Regulus Arcturus Black. Leonov was right!
He quickly opened the door by using Alohomora and walked in. The room was striven to emphasize the Slytherin. He also could see a lot of
newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged college. Harry quickly examined them; they were all about Voldemort.
Harry saw also the picture of Hogwarts Quidditch team but he had bigger concerns right now like finding this locket.
He tried to use summoning spell - Accio - but it didn't work. It didn't mean anything; the locket in the cave also was impossible to summon...
So he searched this room inch by inch but he finally had to admit that the locket wasn't here.
Harry still hasn't given up hope; he quickly left Regulus room and walked into the next room.
It was Sirius room. Harry felt excited; he never been in Sirius room before...
The room was a complete opposite of Regulus room. It seemed like Sirius wanted to make his room as Gryffindor as possible.
There were several large Gryffindor banners, many pictures of Muggle motorcycles ( Now that Harry had one he could appreciate that even more ), and also several posters of bikini-clad Muggle girls.
He could imagine young Sirius as a more mature version of pre-island Oliver Queen. Harry really enjoyed inspecting Sirius room he had to remember what he came for- Slytherin locket.
Harry looked around at the floor. There were many bits of paper books, and small objects scattered over the carpet. He couldn't see the locket though. Harry decided to examined pieces of paper; he was curious.
One was part of an old edition of A History of Magic, another as belonging to a motorcycle maintenance manual. The third was handwritten and crumpled. He smoothed it out and read it.
It turned out to be his mother's letter to Sirius thanking him for present for Harry's birthday. Sirius bought him a toy broomstick... Dumbledore borrowed his dad's Invisibility Cloak...
Wormtail visited his parents for the last time and he was sad... And the last line was curious 'it seems incredible that Dumbledore-'
Dumbledore- what? Harry decided to sit down after reading this letter. He felt strong joy and grief... He imagined the life that he could have if his parents weren't killed... He could have siblings, uncles- normal
life... He read the letter again and focused more on the handwriting; his mother made the same 'g' he did... For other, it was a small thing but it meant the world to him... He quickly brushed away the wetness from his eyes and searched for another part of the letter; he couldn't find it... He quickly pocketed the letter carefully like some incredible treasure that couldn't be damaged. He also found a photo. It showed black-haired
baby zooming in and out of the picture on a tiny broom, roaring with laughter, and a pair of legs that must have belonged to James was chasing after him.
He didn't found the locket here so he quickly left the room thinking that maybe it was worth it to search other parts of the house when he remembered something... The locket that he was looking for was thrown out with the other trash. He felt disappointment for a moment before he remembered about one person or more specifically house-elf.
- Kreacher! - Harry called out for the house elf. He showed up in the kitchen with a crack.
- Master - croaked Kreacher - I thought you were dead. - he said surprised - Unfortunately, you're not - he muttered.
Harry remained calm. - As you see I'm pretty alive. - He replied and get to the point immediately. - Two years ago there was a big gold locket in the drawing-room upstairs. We threw it out. Did you steal it back?
Kreacher opened his mouth but before he could answer Harry added - I order you to answer truthfully.
- Yes
- Where is it now? - Harry asked feeling the same excitement he always felt before the next adventure.
- Gone
- Gone? - repeated Harry - What do you mean, it's gone? Was it destroyed?
Harry looked at him patiently; while a few years ago he would have demanded the answer forcefully he knew now that being a nice person always pays up.
Kreacher finally spoke after a minute of silence - Mundungus Fletcher! He stole it all; Miss Bella's and Miss Cissy's pictures, my Mistress's gloves and- and-
- and the locket, Master Regulus locket! Kreacher did wrong, Kreacher failed in his orders!
Kreacher lunged for the poker standing in the grate but Harry quickly stopped him:
- Kreacher I forbid you from punishing yourself!
He didn't know why he felt sympathetic to house-elf that betrayed his godfather but he did. He didn't want Kreacher to hurt himself- he just wanted know about the locket.
- Kreacher, I want you to tell me about what happened. - Harry said kindly. - You can wait until you will feel that you are up to it.
Kreacher slowly got up and told him about everything: about how Regulus needed him to a task for Dark Lord, how Regulus eventually sacrificed himself to destroy this locket, how he ordered Kreacher destroying it,
how Kreacher couldn't do it...
Harry looked at him in silence wondering about everything he heard...
- Kreacher, I would like you to find Mundungus Fletcher and bring him to me... I would like to finish Regulus work and destroy the real locket... So he wouldn't die for nothing.
- You want me to bring Fletcher? - Kreacher asked with wide eyes.
- Yes, I want you to bring him to me into the America so I could finish what he started. I want you to apparate next to me only if next to me there are: Oliver Queen or John Diggle, ok?
Kreacher nodded and slowly got up when Harry came up with another idea: he opened his backpack and took out a fake locket.
- Kreacher I would like to give it to you. It belonged to Regulus and I'm sure he'd want you to have it as a token of gratitude for what you-
Before he could finish Kreacher thrown himself into a floor and started crying with gratitude for getting something that belonged to the Black's.
When Kreacher calmed down he gave a low bow to Harry and disappeared. Harry stared for a second at the place where a minute ago Kreacher was standing and then he walked out of the house and apparated back to Starling City.
O-o-O-o

Harry was back at the Foundry. He wanted to find out how close they were to find the shooter and let them know what he accomplished today. He walked in just to see frustrated Oliver pacing as Diggle sat at the computer.
- I don't understand. Why is she targeting her family? - Oliver wondered aloud.
- Um, Hi guys! - said Harry who just walked in - Who is targeting their family?
Oliver looked at him his angry expression softened a little. - Hi, Harry how was your trip?
- Well, I did find out who could possibly have the Horcrux, I made peace with house-elf that possibly caused my godfather to die, I found my mom's old letter so... to answer your question shortly: eventful...
Diggle chuckled - If you wanted to answer shortly you shouldn't talk about everything that happened...
- Oh - Harry replied blushing a little - So who is targeting their own family?
Oliver was quiet so Diggle answered - Helena Bertinelli.
Harry was shocked at that - Frank Bertinelli's daughter? Why would she target her family?
- We don't know we are trying to figure that out. - Oliver said shortly.
- Why won't we just visit her in the hoods cuff her up and get her behind the bars? - Harry asked with confusion.
- That's what I was trying to establish before you came in - Diggle replied and then turned to Oliver - So why don't you take her down?
Oliver looked at them frustrated. - She must have reasons for what she's doing. - Oliver said instead of answering.
- Reasons? - Harry repeated incredulously. - So what if she does? She still kills people with cold blood... We've got to bring her in. - Harry then looked at Oliver with something similar to understanding. - You've fallen for her, didn't you?
Oliver looked Harry into the eyes. - I know what I'm doing.
Dig scoffed. - Now We know how your family feels when you lie to them.
Harry then turned to Oliver with all seriousness he could muster. - Oliver, I'm not saying what you are trying to do is wrong... It's admirable even but... do you really think that two killers can turn someone into something better?
Oliver looked down before he looked at Harry with determination - I don't know... But I couldn't forgive myself if I had a chance to save somebody and not use it.
Harry considered him for a second - Okay... But if she will not use your second chance- we take her down. - Harry said firmly.
Oliver nodded shortly.
O-o-O-o

Harry kept distance following Oliver going to Helena at the cemetery. He still thought that it was a very bad idea but he was ready to give Helena a second chance... It didn't mean that he trusted her.
Harry observed them as they were talking for a second before a van pulled up next to the church and took them away. Harry quickly activated the tracker that was in Oliver's boot and followed them.
They stopped at the docks. Harry quickly changed into Red Arrow costume and walked in quietly. He could hear Nick Salvati talking to Helena.
- I've been wanting to do that for years. - Nick snarled - Spoiled bitch. I knew it was someone from the inside waging war against your father. I just never thought it'd be this inside. - He held out his hand, and Helena's silver cross necklace dangled from his fingers. - You dropped this at Russo's.
She is careless - thought Harry observing the scene still wanting to find out about her 'reasons' and waiting until Oliver will free himself from the cuffs.
Helena smirked up at the mobster. - You're smarter than I gave you credit for, Nicky.
- You're not. - Mobster raised his hand to hit her again so Harry aimed his bow at him.
- Hey! - Oliver yelled, getting mobster attention - You're a businessman, right? So let's talk business. - He began. - I can offer you a lot of money if you let us go.
Nick looked at him with disgust. - This isn't about money, Richie Rich. This is about loyalty.
- He's got nothing to do with any of this. - Helena argued.
She is actually defending him - thought surprised Harry - Maybe she isn't that bad.
Nick whirled to face her. - Then what the hell is it about? - he demanded.
- My father had Micheal murdered. - Helena snarled. Nick scoffed.
- Of course, he did. He didn't want you to know the truth. Your rat of a fiance was gathering evidence. He was talking to the fucking FBI! The love of your life was going to destroy your father.
- You're wrong. - Helena said.
- I found a laptop in Micheal's bag, Helena. - Nick stated. - Everything that could send your father and me to prison for the rest of our lives was on it. That computer-
- Was mine. - She declared boldly. - Micheal wasn't the one talking to the FBI I was.
Harry was shocked at the declaration and even more shocked about the sympathy he felt towards Helena... He knew exactly what is it like to accidentally kill somebody you love...
- You?
- My father is a monster. - She spat. - He doesn't care who hurts to keep his money and power, and I wanted it to stop.
Maybe we are not so different after all - realized Harry
Nick shrugged - Well, then it's your fault Micheal's dead. Not your father for ordering the hit or me for carrying it out. - He pointed at her. - Yours.
While Nick was talking Harry was considering his best option to attack.
- You shot Micheal. - She said in dawning realization.
- In the chest, so he knew it was me. - He bragged, placing the cross back around her neck. He stood and moved back slightly pulling his gun. - Just like this.
Harry quickly reacted- he shooted arrow into Salvati's hand holding the gun and quickly jumped out of the platform he was in to avoid the bullets. In the meantime, Oliver freed himself and disarmed one of the mobsters and shoot him with his gun. Helena also freed herself and fought with Nick Salvati who quickly lost.
- You're gonna burn in hell for what you've done! - Nick choked out.
- It'll be worth it. - She replied and then broke his neck.
- Helena!
- I didn't have a choice, Oliver. - She said - No one can know my secret.
Not so different after all - thought Harry with a chill running down his spine.
O-o-O-o

That night Harry has gone to sleep and he had nightmares about Helena Bertinelli until...
The dream changed.
He was sitting in an armchair, his white hands were examining his wand until he looked at the man kneeling before him.
- Is this confirmed information? - Harry asked in a cold voice.
- Y-Yes my Lord - replied Peter Pettigrew - Minister of Magic died half hour ago... We found Muggle record on his desk. It was a record of a news report from American Television... Harry Potter is currently at America with the Queen family...
- Can we get to him? - asked Voldemort
The rat looked at him in fear. - N-No My Lord... American Ministry of Magic is impenetrable... it will be impossible for us to take over it for at least 10 years... Harry Potter is safe for now.
Voldemort considered it for a second before creepy smirk showed on his face. - It doesn't matter if we can't get to him... Harry Potter will come back here I know him he will want to save his friends... It's his biggest weakness and
when he does his death won't be just assumption like the last time.
Voldemort smirk grew and slowly he started to chuckle...
Harry Potter woke up covered in sweat.