Chapter Eight

Day one was all about drawing a map. He couldn't remember everything, but he could remember enough that he was sure he wouldn't run into himself and cause a major deviation…but then again a Memory Charm might be able to fix such a situation.

He also thought things he had found odd in the past, the most jarring of which was the absence of protection in Odessa. He was the cause of that, he was sure of it, but he wasn't entirely sure how he had done that. The fact meant he had won against both and inflicted enough of a loss that there hadn't been reinforcements save for Hiro, Nathan and whoever the pudgy man had been.

Did that mean Nathan worked for the Company? Did it mean Hiro worked for the Company? There wasn't a lot which he knew so Harry decided that he could spend most of the day learning more about the Company.

He had followed up by leaving the apartment, putting a few spells in place to ensure it wasn't filled when he returned. The location was Montreal and it was hoping that Adam's contacts had already stock piled the place—thinking about Adam brought with it some confusion. He wasn't sure about the events of two months ahead. Why had Peter allowed Hiro to go away with Adam and do whatever?

Harry made a mental note to add that to the list of information he was gathering, finding out more about Adam Monroe.

Unfortunately the place was empty. Which made some sense. Adam must have used his contacts in the month Harry had spent recovering. Gathered everything he could on the current running of the Company, but he'd at least skimmed through the information enough that he at least knew the direction to act first.

He knew of at least three founders. Angela Petrelli, Kaito Nakamura and Victoria Pratt, two of whom it was possible might see him coming. They would be harder targets and one of whom would be killed by Adam—she he let that happen now that he knew Adam's intention weren't really benign?

It didn't matter thought because he couldn't change things too explicitly. He knew about the analogy about butterflies and he didn't want to step on any.

That made things harder. The rest of the day Harry thought it and felt that this wasn't as useful as Peter must have thought it was, there were too many restrictions that applied and the fear that he might royally mess something up.

All of which would take an amount of planning.

The day had finished with Harry moving to see the land which had held his home for a month and it was to come upon an empty and baron house.

"Suppose that's the first thing I have to do while I plan," Harry muttered. "Get this place fixed up."

He twirled his wand, a practised motion his body hadn't lost, before he started with a few incantations that would get the house in better condition, already thinking of a warding scheme to protect the surrounding property.

When next he awoke Harry had the edgings of a plan, a map set and he felt that he was compelled towards action. But first there needed to be preparations. The first of which was becoming less recognisable. It had been something he had been mulling over the night before as he tried to get to sleep on his conjured sleeping bag. Having a wand meant that he would be recognised and that might point eyes towards his younger self being his weak link.

If something changed, then it was probable that he might get intercepted and his route to the future closed off, which meant he might cease to exist…at least he thought. This meant that using a wand was out and he had to figure out another way, other weapons he could use. Which was hard since he didn't have any weapon's training except his wand.

Harry looked at the thing. Not the Holly and Phoenix feather core wand but it was one Dumbledore had owned a long time before, before a brief tenure in Draco Malfoy's hands and then moving towards his own. It seemed that whatever had happened the Elder Wand had hitched a ride onto this universe with him.

The Elder Wand. One of the fable Deathly Hollows.

Did that have something to do with why Harry was here? Harry couldn't be sure but it seemed the most likely answer; an impossible situation caused by an impossibly powerful object. But if the Elder Wand was here, the did that mean the same for the other Deathly Hollows? The Cloak of Invisibility and the Stone of Resurrection?

Harry made a mental note to start looking for them if all went well. Maybe in that time he would have thought of a way to actually finding the two objects of his world. Now though he had to work at being less recognisable, which meant enchanting objects to serve his purposes.

The ideas were already popping into his mind: enchanting his clothes with protection spells, putting a Disillusionment Charm in the mix for stealth purposes, but there would also be an offensive means. The first thought that came to his mind was a gun, but those things were dangerous. Maybe something that could stun people, but were would he even start with something like that?

While he thought on it. Harry searched for clothes to start enchanting, trying to push himself of the easy allure of stealing the stuff. Harry walked through most of London with his wand out and started summoning lost notes. It was surprising the amount of money people lost on the streets and it was enough that Harry was able to buy a few utilitarian clothes and started trying to enchant them.

His tries were not too successful, ending with most of his clothes bursting into flame. Enough of this and Harry groaned as he had to get methodical.

He got out a notebook and started drawing out the particulars of the spell, when the clothes would start burning and he found that certain materials were better at holding spells than other. This supposedly had something to do with the quality of the material but there wasn't enough deviation for it to be worthwhile.

This was before Harry had gotten something of an idea. There was something to be said about symbolism where magic was concerned, power in the abstract nature of things. It was possible that if clothes were geared towards defence then they might better store spells that enhanced that, the same maybe could be said for stealth.

Which, much to Harry's chagrin, meant he couldn't test this theory without stealing some clothes from law enforcement.

"This is to save the world," Harry muttered to himself before he layered a Disillusionment Charm over himself and entered into the local precinct; searching through their riot gear and tagging some of the clothes with a Portkey spell and having them appear back at his house.

Harry couldn't sleep that night, working under balls of conjured light that bobbed against the ceiling. He got working on spell concentrations, pushing enough power into the spell that it would be able to take a hard hit, but not enough that it would burn the clothes to a crisp. As with his hypothesis, the clothes were able to take a higher quality of spells on the defensive front but not as much on the stealth side. Using a Disillusionment Charm on the balaclava though and forcing a large field that might encompass his body seemed to work though.

Using the spells directly on his clothes was liable to cause the things to burn out.

Three days had passed before Harry had finished something of a prototype, but how far it would go in protecting him Harry wasn't entirely sure of. They were set to activate when an object would be registered to cause him harm, but that might ambiguous in the greater scheme of events and how harm might be interpreted.

Nonetheless as a hodgepodge object created in as small a time as possible. It would do. He had also had something of an idea in the days that passed and so the wizard had returned to the station and stolen two dozen extendable batons and enchanted them with Stunners.

With the measure of anonymity there would be less restrictions in how he acted and how it might be traced back to him. But there was still the problem that there were seers in this world, two of which were founders of the Company.

He pushed the thoughts back. Too long and he would overthink things. He needed to act and he needed to do something useful.

Julien Dumont, he thought. The man was supposed to be instrumental to the running of the Company. He could make clones that were fully sentient independent of the original, they could also be set with personality traits at the user's direction. Geared towards intelligence or strength. Unfortunately the original had a bad case of multiple personality disorder—which was probably beneficial to the ability.

The files Adam had owned had last put the man in a Research Facility in New York. Unfortunately Harry didn't have the slightest idea what the place's name had been or where it was located, and though the Patronus Charm was sure to be able to do the job of finding the place. It would be noteworthy.

Harry found that he already had something of an idea and he started towards it. Stealing himself a set of campuses from a hiking store and beginning to work his magic, using two spells as a framework. The Point Me spell would do the actual pointing and the Patronus Charm would work towards finding whatever a wizard wanted. It was an unfortunate implication that the spell wouldn't work for muggles but right now was not the time for such thoughts. If he chose to work further on the creation side of magic—which he might do with how exciting it was—he might fix that particular flaw.

The unfortunate side of enchanting the campus meant that he lost four more days before the thing actually worked. All of which he hadn't noticed passing so enraptured with the act of creation.

But the need for action was still there, driving him forward.

Harry donned his armour and, upon putting on the balaclava, he disappeared. But moving through New York invisible was something that took the better part of three hours to get right—in the end Harry just kept bumping into people and ignoring their confused looks, most of the chose to glare at someone in passing with the streets so crowded.

He finally found the facility, a hospital looking place which named itself to be a division of Primatech. The small fact was enough to ensure Harry that his compass was working fine. He waited until a patron—a dark skinned girl in her late to mid-teens—entered before Harry followed closely behind, entering without a sign.

"Hello," said the girl as she spoke to the receptionist. "I have an appointment with Mohinder Suresh."

Harry continued on, passing a variety of rooms which had a hospital feel to them though most were without payments. The wizard didn't let this disheartened him, though, if this place was anything like Primatech, then the fun stuff would be underground.

He walked through the facility, getting turned around a few times before he saw the elevator. He pressed a button and but there was no response from the contraption, a closer look at the button revealed it looked almost like a thin membrane.

The wizard sighed and waited left of the doors. It was inevitable that the an agent would eventually make their way down.

Harry got himself comfortable against the wall, looking at the few people who walked to and fro through the rooms of the facility, for all intents and purposes looking as though this was a hospital.