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AN: Greetings my readers, how are you? I am well, thank you for asking. Now, for this snippet I am giving something a shot. I have read a few of them, and I want to try my hand at it. Probably won't be an epic, but meh, still itching to try. Might be a small smidgen of Powerful!Harry, but nothing too extreme. Anyway, on with the show.

Snippet #12: Can't Say It Was Fun

Sirius was Dead. Dead and he was not coming back. That made Harry think, it made him wonder just what was going on in his life. Not only was Sirius dead, but he was part of a Prophecy to kill Voldemort, or be killed. It was not something that was... amazingly fun to think about. Not only that, but he was once again stuck in the hellhole that was the Dursley residence. He snorted and growled heavily at this, fingers drumming on the desk next to his bed. He glared out the window, knowing that once again Dumbledore forbade his friends from contacting him. He snorted and looked to Hedwig, who was rather bored locked in her cage. He hummed softly and with a grin decided it was time for some fun.

He took out a quill and some parchment he had stashed and started writing a letter. This was an extremely important letter, and he needed to get it done and out before he went with the rest of his plan. He finished it and with a flourish rolled it up. He tied it shut and then stood up, Hedwig looking upset that he was about to use another owl, at least that's what she assumed, until he tapped the lock of her cage and it clicked open.

"Girl... this is quite possibly the most important letter you will ever deliver. Nothing I have ever written will come close to this. I need you to do everything in your power to make sure it gets to the recipient, alright?" Hedwig had hopped out once he opened the cage, and hooted with her chest puffed out. He stroked her breast fathers softly before he secured the note.

"You know who to take this to, be safe, alright?" Hedwig hooted for a second before nodding, he gave her a kiss on the head and she nipped his ear. "You come back to me, I know you'll be able to find me." He then tapped the locked window, causing it to open and sent her off. Harry went over to his door and opened it with a stroke of his fingers down the side of the locks, all of them unlocking. He was not a master at wandless magic, but the unlocking charm was a first year spell, not the hardest of magic's. That and he learned that wandless magic was not traced; the trace was on the wand. He made his way down stairs to see Petunia and Vernon on the sofa, watching the tele. He shook his head and went to his old room, the cupboard. He undid the lock and retrieved his wand, cloak, key, the map and his broom. He went to the living room and looked at his 'relatives'.

"I'll be leaving, Petunia, Vernon. I won't be coming back, either. I have what I need on my person, and you won't ever have to worry about me again." He saw Vernon go from angry to calm, smiling and nodding.

"Good! It's about time! What about the rest of your stuff, boy?" Harry flinched slightly at the name but held it in.

"You can keep it, burn it for all I care. There should be a few solid gold coins in a little pouch, it's yours." Vernon grinned even wider and started to get up, Petunia speaking.

"What... about the protection?" Harry snorted softly.

"Like you give a shit, Aunt." He said the title with acid lacing his voice, looking at her with derision. "If you really cared, this wouldn't be happening. I'd be happy and safe here. It's in the past though, I'm done. Have a good life." He snorted at the last bit and with a semi loud ~crack~ he was gone.

~CSIWF~

Harry appeared at the apparition point in Diagon Alley, and then just as he did he vanished again. This time it was under his invisibility cloak. He made his way to Gringotts and then took the cloak off, tucking it away before coming up to a teller. The goblin looked up with a sneer, it seemed to be their default expressions, and spoke in his gravelly voice.

"Yes, Wizard?" He asked, the word 'wizard' almost spat out.

"I need to get out of the country, permanently... with no tracks, no ability to be traced. I want to disappear from Britain and come back maybe when I have a few more decades under my belt." The goblin raised his eyebrow and hummed.

"I see, and are you willing to pay the... extra fees for this, wizard?" Harry nodded and placed his key on the table, the goblin picking it up and looking it over. His other brow rose. "Ah, before you go however, there is a will reading you must be privy too." Harry blinked softly, but nodded. He knew who this was for, he had to be strong.

Harry had spent the first two weeks of summer wallowing in his own misery, until he realized that Sirius was not forced to come and rescue him. Sure, he died because of it, but Sirius was not a man who liked to remain idle... doing nothing. He would miss the man; they had shared quite a bit in the little time they got to spend together.

Harry was led to a small room, more of an office really, and was sat down behind the ornate desk. Another goblin came out and placed an orb on the desk on a little stand. He tapped it a few times and then a figure appeared, as if he was watching a tele program.

"I, Sirius Orion Black, of sound mind and body do declare this my last will and Testament. If this is the public will reading, then continue from here, if it is the private, then skip to the very end." Harry nodded to the goblin and the message jumped to the end after a button was pressed.

"Pup... this last part is for you, and only for you. Well, the goblin doesn't count, he saw me record it. Anyway, I leave you everything else I have. Every last knut that wasn't given away before this, my house, my loving elf." He snorted at this. "And my copy of the Marauders map. I spent far too little time with you, pup, and I am sorry. But know this, I love you, and I do hope you know that I always have and I always will. You're my pup, and I hope that in the small time we spent together I helped show that. Do me a big favor: Do something stupid, reckless. Find all the available broom closets and have some fun." He smirked. "But no pups of your own until you're at least 25." The image of Sirius flickered for a moment and then he went on.

"There are also some papers for you to sign. Legal stuff and the like, don't worry too much. Oh! You're also the Lord Black now, because... reasons." He shrugged. "It was either you, or your pissant of a cousin Draco. Don't worry, you don't have to sit on the Wizengamot or anything, it's just a title... and well a little something extra." He winked with a smirk. "Live your life, pup... have fun. I miss you. Sirius Black, out." IT shut off and Harry sighed, wiping a gentle tear away. He looked up at the goblin that took the orb away and slid a small stack of papers closer to him along with a small, ornate ring box.

"Sign the papers before you put the ring on, Mr. Potter." Harry nodded, and much to the goblins delighted surprise, read them before he signed anything. Harry smirked softly as he read them and signed them, this was gold, pure gold. He finished the last with a small flourish and then put the ring on. It glowed a bright blue for a moment before resizing and fitting perfectly on his finger. It then shifted between the Black signet ring, and the Potter one.

"Excellent, Mr. Potter. Now, you will have a new key, or something else entirely depending on what country you wish to go to. It is completely up to you, of course." Harry nodded and then stroked his chin lightly.

"I want to go to America, the muggle way. I want to fly a plane, look over at the vast ocean, get jet lagged." He smiled and the goblin grinned an evil little grin.

"Very well, Mr. Potter. As you will be in America, our cousins the Dwarves will be taking care of your finances. It will still be Gringotts, but they do not use keys. They work closely with the muggles and have what they call debit cards. You will receive yours upon your arrival, and right as we speak your passport and other forms of identification are being processed. As an emancipated minor you shall not be hassled by the authorities. Is there anything else, Mr. Potter?" Harry put a hand on his chin and slowly nodded.

"I'd like to go in two days' time, but stay in a hotel till my flight. Can Gringotts arrange that for me? I want the whole nine yards. Best money can buy... I assume I don't have to worry about going broke anytime soon." The goblin snorted at this but nodded, making a few notes and sending them off just as quickly as he made them.

"I would suggest, Mr. Potter, that before you go you have us take a look at you. We will inoculate you for any viruses that wizards never check for, not to mention anything else you might need." Harry nodded and shrugged, why the hell not?

"Alright, full medical package. The best you've got and I can leave two days after you are done. I have a bad track record with medical stuff, so I assume I'll be here at least a day." He huffed and then goblin frowned before taking Harry out of the room and down a hallway.

~CSIWF~

Tom Marvolo Riddle, a.k.a., Lord Voldemort, sat on his large throne with confused expression. He did not like being confused, but here he was... just that. He looked down to the letter on his lap with a thoughtful frown. He ran spell tests on it when it came to him, but found nothing off about it. The magnificent snowy owl that delivered it only stayed long enough to have it removed, have a drink and then fly off. Who was sending him a letter? He had not received a letter since... before he started his movement. He picked it up, unrolled it, and began to read.

Dear Voldemort,

First, I would like to apologize for being your bothersome nemesis. I hope you know that it is not something I have exactly enjoyed doing. We just so happen to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, usually up against each other. However, this is me saying that I am done. Absolutely, 100% done. I am done with Hogwarts, done with Great Britain, done with this whole little slice of the world. I might come back when I have a few decades under my belt, but for now I am done. You want Britain? You can have it, I really don't give a shit anymore.

This isn't some elaborate ruse, or a trick to get you to drop your guard or anything. I'm not even 16 yet, I'm not that smart. I am, however, not 16 yet... so I am going to have a little rebellious fun. By the time you read this, I'll probably be on my way out of the country, so... have fun.

Truthfully, Harry James Potter.

P.S. - The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies… (Borrowed from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.)

Though you might like that, it got destroyed back at the Ministry, and well... I don't care about it, and I plan on doing nothing about it. Have a good life.

Voldemort looked at the letter, read it a few more times then laughed softly, slowly starting to go from a gentle chuckle to a full blown maniacal laugh. He grinned and looked at the letter, a full blown smirk quickly following.

"Well played, Potter... well played." He rose from his throne and went to go talk to his easily accessible Death Eaters; he had some important business to take care of.

~CSIWF~

Harry had been correct about his assumption, but he was in the goblin hospital wing for three days. They treated some badly set bones, and a nasty darkness around his scar. They didn't tell him what it was, but he didn't care. He felt damned good with it out; it had probably been from Voldemort back in June. He snorted at that but shrugged it off, he was in a good mood though. He was going to be going straight to Heathrow, and with a special goblin charm Hedwig was going to be a marble figurine that would be in his carry-on bag until he got off the plane.

With his emancipation the trace was gone from his wand, and with the help of the goblin healers his scar and need for glasses was gone. His hair was tamed as well, so he might as well have been a brand new man. It helped him hide in plain sight as he traversed muggle London for some clothes and the like before he was off to leave his motherland. He sighed softly as he leaned back in the luxurious first class seat on the plane as he waited for takeoff. This was living, and he was going to do a hell of a lot of it.

~CSIWF~

While Harry had been sitting on a plane halfway over the Atlantic, magical Britain was in a complete mess. Dumbledore and his Order were going nuts looking for Harry, and they assumed the worst. That is until they visited the Dursley's. They were told that Harry just left, and by the time the Order came to Number 4, Harry's galleons were already converted into pounds, and his trunk had been tossed out at the local dump. There was soon a nationwide search for Harry, but at the moment the ministry was not to be involved.

While the 'light' side looked for their wayward savior, the 'dark' side went about slowly taking control of the ministry and those within. They were to be subtle, as was their lords' demands, but they were to be absolute. It would be a few weeks before Dumbledore and his Order realized they had been not paying attention to what was going on at home. It was July 31st, Harry's 16th birthday, when the Order and magical Britain found out just what happened to the boy-who-lived.

As he had control of the ministry, Voldemort also had control of the prophet, and he published the letter that Harry had sent him. It left the light side crushed, and the dark side rejoicing. Almost immediately there was a public outcry for a worldwide search of Harry, to have him come back and do his duty. The ministry, controlled by Voldemort from the shadows, refused, stating there was absolutely nothing wrong.

As for Harry? Well, his 16th birthday was spent enjoying the sweet Florida beaches, getting some much needed sun, and a damned good view of the lack of robes and other covering clothing British girls wore. He wore sunglasses for their obvious purpose, but it also served good for him to enjoy the view as he sat on the beach chair he had bought earlier that day. He made a toast to Sirius as he enjoyed his day, hell, the rest of his life was going to be enjoyed if he had anything to say about it, and he did.

~CSIWF~

Sixty four year old Harry Potter took a deep breath as he stepped outside of Heathrow Airport; part of him had really missed Britain. He had stayed away though; he had better things to do at that time. He smiled and made his way to the nearest deserted parking area and vanished without a sound. He appeared in what was surprisingly a very lively Diagon Alley. He smiled and made his way down the street, enjoying the sights and sounds around. He smiled as he saw Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes open and flourishing, though he shouldn't have been surprised; there was a branch in Japan and New York. He entered and took in everything with a smile, he was happy for them, really he was.

There was no chaos in the streets, no muggleborns being strung up from their ankles, everything was... as a good Wizarding world should be. He came up to the counter, seeing a young redhead with cinnamon brown eyes looking at him. She smiled and spoke.

"Welcome to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, I am Desdemona Weasley, what can I do for you today?" Harry smiled softly; he had a feeling he knew who this girl's mother was.

"Hello, Desdemona, I was wondering if I could talk to George or Fred. I am a... old friend." The girl smiled and blinked.

"Oh! You know my dad's?" It was Harry's turn to blink, Dad's?

"Yes, yes I do. I knew them a long time ago. I hope they are not too busy. Tell them the... son of Prongs wants to speak to them." She gasped and he grinned, so they told their daughter about him. She put a hand to her mouth and then took his hand and led him to the back.

"Dad! DAD!" She called as she tugged him further into the backroom of the shop. He laughed softly as he was tugged along and then they entered a door that lead to a nice looking foyer. He had felt the magical doorway; they were no longer in London he assumed. He was brought into a little living room where three familiar faces were sitting.

George, Fred, and Hermione Weasley looked up at their oldest daughter who was tugging a man behind her. He looked amused, and as he was not bound by the ill intent wards, they did not immediately go for their wands. She let go and Hermione was the first to speak.

"Can we help you?" She glanced at Harry and he grinned a familiar, lop sided grin before bowing dramatically.

"The son of Prongs bids this branch of the Weasley family welcome and good tidings." He laughed as he was barreled over by a 65 year old, but as she was a witch, still spry Hermione with a cry of 'HARRY!'

Harry laughed softly and sat up with her, tears on his neck and shoulder as she clung to him for dear life. He smiled and returned the hug, looking at the beaming set of twins in front of him.

"Harry."

"Old bean."

"Much older bean... look at those wrinkles."

"Laugh lines dear brother, laugh lines."

"My apologies, laugh lines indeed." Fred finished as he was now smirking as Harry Potter was being beaten on the chest by a very much agitated Hermione Weasley.

"You PRAT! First you vanish without so much as by your leave, and then we find out you sent a letter to Riddle!" She huffed and hit him a few more times for good measure before standing up. "I should hex you into next week!" She growled as he got up and he frowned.

"But if you did that, how would I show you photos of my kids?" Hermione froze, gasping and he raised an eyebrow. "What? You're allowed to be married and have a kid, but I'm not?" She huffed and smiled before giving him another hug.

The four of them caught up, and Harry learned that Desdemona was their oldest at 22, with her two youngest (twin girls) Georgina and Frieda both 12 and in Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron had tried dating, but it lasted about two weeks before Hermione broke it off, it was just not going to work for them. Ginny had spent her 5th-7th years playing the field, and was currently a Quidditch star and still playing the field. Luna had moved to Australia and was a renowned beast mistress, and Neville was her publisher and husband.

He also found out that Voldemort was still minister, but as Tom Riddle, and he had brought the magical world into a TRUE utopia. There was no discrimination once Hermione and some other intelligent students of Hogwarts brought the irrefutable facts of new blood being needed. He had changed, having absorbed all of his remaining Horcrux's back into him, and he made sure everyone was happy and well cared for. Sure he still had his Death Eaters, but they were more like enforcers than actual evil henchmen. Harry bid the two of them a fond farewell, with a promise to call them (they had worked out a runic system for a phone), and left.

Harry appeared right inside the ministry Atrium and smiled again. There was no longer a derogatory statue in the middle of the atrium, but one of many races coming together peacefully. He shifted his robes to that of his status in this world, still kind of miffed they wore robes, but some things you couldn't change. He smiled as he saw an older looking Tom Riddle talking to an equally aged Lucius Malfoy. Harry cleared his throat and gave a wide grin.

"How's things, Tommy Boy?" Riddle turned to the man and blinked softly, laughing softly and extending a hand, getting a nice shake.

"Ah, long time no see, Mr. Potter. Come; let's have a drink, shall we?" Harry nodded and went into the office with his once hated rival, leaving a stunned Lucius Malfoy to make his way to the floo, could the day get any weirder?

AN: I probably could of ended it in another way, but eh... this was as far as I wanted to go. Hope everyone enjoyed this. As always, read and review!