During the two years that Harry had been living in India (in exile!), he had frequently thought about how he would carry out all the tasks that he needed to do. And there were a lot of tasks that he needed to do.

Initially, the goal had been to merely let Albus know that Voldemort had made horcruxes years before Albus actually realized, and then pass on the locations of the various horcruxes, so that they could be destroyed. If the horcruxes were destroyed before Voldemort gained a new body, his wraith like existence should also be destroyed and he should pass on into the after life.

Over the two years, Harry had realized that Voldemort was not the real problem. The real problem was the bigoted wizarding society. There were a very few muggleborns joining the society of wizards every year, hence they were a miniscule minority. As such, there were not enough people who were bothered by the problems faced by the muggleborns, even some halfbloods, who did not have monetary clout. This needed to change.

Then there was the treatment of individuals like Hagrid and Remus. Although some would claim that they were the exceptions to their cultures, one could easily see that these people were not given any chance to make a difference in the society. They could give so much to the society, every individual can contribute. So, why shun the werewolves and half giants? In the past, it was understandable that people were wary of werewolves, but wolfsbane had changed that. And Harry had found the two half giants he had met (Madame Maxime was the other one) extremely amicable people.

There was also the matter of Hogwarts. The school may be the best that the wizarding world had to offer, but it was not good enough. All bigotry in the wizarding society had its roots in Hogwarts. 'All slytherins are evil'. 'All hufflepuffs are pushovers'. 'All ravenclaws are bookworms' 'All gryffindors are reckless'. What kind of school teaches its students to stereotype each other for life on the basis of how they thought at eleven years of age? There should be some alternative to the culture promoted by Hogwarts!

To bring about the changes that he wanted, he would need a lot of money. That was not a problem. The problem was that he could not come out in the open. Who would take a kid seven years old sculpting his own world away from the present establishment seriously? Moreover, Albus would immediately put him under house arrest for his own good! So, one thing was clear. Albus would not be informed that Harry had traveled through space and time to the present day to prevent the rise of Voldemort. He would do it on his own.

Once that decision had been made, Harry had planned out in excruciating detail how he would go about his plans. First of all, he needed polyjuice to move about. Since he could not just walk in to a store and buy it, and also because it was mightily difficult to brew, and that the ingredients were costly, he would have to brew it himself. So that alone put him back by almost six months.

Next was the manner in which Pettigrew was to be exposed. Should he just pass on the information to Remus that Peter was alive and tell him to take the DMLE and aurors to arrest the man.? Or should he tell Albus, and let him handle it? Or, like he had planned in his dreams sometime, should he boost Fudge's fragile ego that his predecessor had put a man in Azkaban without trial, and since he was the paragon of justice and fairness, he should ensure a public trial for the convict under veritaserum, and his people would sing his praises! The man was without doubt Voldemort's right hand man, so what did he have to lose? That should be the easiest. If that failed, he always could do the other things.

So many things to do!!

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It was a bright sunny day on 20th of June, 1987 in England. And the perfect day for a bout of shopping. So Harry went about London, to get a new wardrobe for himself, which would be kept at No. 19, not No. 4. He also had a meeting with the old goldsmith later that day.

The meeting with the goldsmith went off without a hitch. The goldsmith was ecstatic to know that Mr. Rodriguez was opening a business of gold import and export, and he would be made a minor partner with a 5 percent share in the business, and that he would have complete control over day to day running of the business. The man, Mr. Arthur Andrews, had been working under other people all his life because he did not have the capital to start his own business. This was a dream offer for him, and he very gratefully accepted his new job. Mark set him off to set up business, and not to worry about expenses.

The next thing that they set up that day was a meeting with a broker. Mark had a nephew from his sister's side who was a broker. He was doing fine in the market, so Mark decided that he would be good enough for the job that they had in mind, with him being family and all. Carl was to receive weekly instructions from Mark, and he just had to follow them. Not a difficult job.

Finances firmly in place, Harry sat down in his room at the newly christened "The nest", and started putting his plans on paper. This was one place where he could work in peace without any worries of being discovered, or being considered a freak for doing magical things. He had claimed the whole of the top floor for himself, and no one was to ever enter the floor, except him. That brought to mind another issue; he would have to hire a house elf for maintaining his floor, he could not do it himself, it was huge!

First the targets needed to be put in order. His first target was to set up Mr. Andrews in the market, so he would be providing Andrews with two million galleons to start the business. He would be melting them and through his connections built over almost forty years, he would be selling them to various establishments all over England, indeed, all over UK. By the end of the month, everyone would know whom to contact, if they wanted to buy gold! If Mr. Andrews so wanted, he could start exporting them. When Andrews was assured that he would get as many coins as he wanted, on an hours notice, his eyebrows disappeared in his hairline. But he knew better than to ask.

Next he had been planning on contacting Remus, and getting him set up with his own business. This would have the added benefit of being able to attract all the werewolves at one place, so that he could start working on their betterment. He only needed to find a business, which would employ a lot of people. Harry decided to start a meat company for Remus and his hairy friends. This company would have a second purpose; they would be supplying all sorts of meats to the goblins and taking off the pounds from their hands. If they were not saddled with a lot of pounds, they would not be worrying about the sudden increase in pound conversions to galleons!

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Remus Lupin was resigned to his fate. He had come to accept that fate did not like him. Beginning from the time that bastard had bitten him, he had known only misery. His parents had wasted all their wealth in search for non existent treatments for his lycanthropy, and the sudden illness of his father when he joined Hogwarts had finished off the family financially. When his father had passed away in his third year from his illness, and grief had claimed his mother the next year, he had become completely desolate.

The Marauders had been a silver lining to the dark cloud that had been his life, and their days spent together in Hogwarts still brought a smile to his lips. But fate could not see him happy. His new family of the marauders had been torn apart by fear of betrayal, and eventually, the worst of betrayals. The war had taken from him whatever he had garnered in his seven years at Hogwarts.

That madman, Voldemort, may he rot in hell, had killed his pack mates, James and Lily. Another pack mate, Sirius had betrayed the pack, and also killed Peter. Sirius was now lying in Azkaban, probably insane, and he, Remus John Lupin, was the last Marauder in the land of the sane and living.

After the debacle, Remus had not joined any pack. He was not used to the life the other werewolves lived, foraging in the magical jungles, in their own packs. They all lived in tattered robes which had been bartered at some time from nearby villages for some fowl, or a pheasant. He joined them on the full moons to run with them, but he could never be a part of another pack, not when they had no control over their own lives.

Control. That one word described why he hated the wolf inside himself. Yes, the pain of transformation was exquisite, but he had learned to live with it. What he had not come to accept was that he lost control of his own self on every full moon night. He would be transformed into a mindless ravaging beast!

Apparently, Remus was one of the luckier of the werewolves. Among the werewolves that he knew, he was the only one who had not been abandoned by his family. He was the only wizard werewolf that had received a magical education, and that too at Hogwarts. Among the four packs of England, and the nine packs of UK, he was a novelty. The packs would draw out lots for Remus to spend the full moon with them. Because of his magical training and his wand, whichever pack he spent his night with, went into the night of the full moon with a feast in their bellies, and another waiting for them, when the night wore off.

Any of the nine pack leaders was ready to submit to him, let him be their alpha, if he ever wanted to live with them. He had the power to change their lives, and his own, if he just wanted to settle down. But they did not know that he was plagued by guilt, by worry, by concern. They did not know that his previous pack mate had been non lycans. They did not know that he had ever had a pack, period. And they did not know that his previous pack mates had a cub, Harry! Who he should have been looking after!

Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, had put up wards around his cub's locality that did not allow any magical creatures to approach Harry, until he had either been sent by Albus himself, or had been invited by Harry, or people living in the locality. Since Harry probably had no idea about the magical world, he would never be able to visit his cub. It was only out of respect for the old wizard that he never showered profanities on the old coot.

And so it came us a pleasant surprise when he received a letter in his muggle mail box, requesting to call, because the owner had a job for him, and the return address read no. 19, PRIVET DRIVE! The same street where his cub lived!

Remus had listed himself in the unemployed directory in the national muggle list, based on the degree that Hogwarts gave to those who wanted to live in the muggle world. It showed their results as having taken their A and O level exams in chemistry (for potions), Botany (for Herbology), Biology (for magical creatures), Astronomy, and various minor credits for small project works, based on their NEWTs and OWLs. Apparently, someone had wanted to hire him for some cheap labour, which was how he survived these days, while trying again and again to be able to visit his cub.

Now he would be able to visit his cub!