Chapter 14

Title: The Opening of Auror Corp. part 2

AN: Ogremen: So, here it is, another chapter, and the third chapter out of three to help catch up to how many chapters there are in LF, lol Now, we're sorry for the wait, but we needed time to recoop our brains, as well as to deal with everyday stuff and the like. It also doesn't help that we been playing ESO, listening to music, watching Game of Thrones and stuff like that, but, hey, Fan Fiction is not an occupation -w- its a hobby :)

Oracle: Just in case anyone is still confused as to what an Omake really is. Omake (御負け, usually written おまけ) means extra in Japanese. Its primary meaning is general and widespread. It is used as an anime and manga fandom term to mean "extra or bonus."

Now then, let's get to the chapter.

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~Midgard~

Fisk watched as Trask and Kelly walked away from Harry Potter, it seemed they had been rather disappointed with their conversation. Not that it mattered much to him what they had been trying to accomplish with the boy. Anyone with connections like Fisk's knew exactly what Trask and Kelly were trying to do with the MRD and their political standings. Fisk had more important things to think about at the moment. Osborn had been a pain in his ass, but the goods that were provided under the table by him and his company, were of the best quality. However, if this boy was to be believed, it seems that such things may not be acquired from the new company. Unless Fisk could possibly, come into some blackmail material, he could use to control the boy. Fisk smiled a little to himself; teenagers are always acting out because of hormones and their belief that they know everything. There would be plenty of chances to gain something incriminating. Even with that pesky Shield agent and mutant assassin by the boy's side.

Deciding to approach the boy about a potential 'alliance', of sorts, Fisk made his way over, people naturally getting out of way when they recognised him. One does not get in the way of Wilson Fisk unless they wanted trouble.

Harry and his wives watched as the very large man known as the Kingpin of New York approached them. "Mr. Fisk," Harry greeted politely.

"Mr. Potter," Fisk greeted, "A pleasure to meet one of the new bright minds of tomorrow," he continued, "However, I find myself at a disadvantage though as you are relatively unknown till recently."

Harry gave Fisk a friendly smile. "Well you know how it is when one isn't all that comfortable in the spotlight. After all you yourself are fairly unknown to many in the city," He shrugged. "Also, you can learn a lot by letting people think you are not there," Harry added.

Fisk's smile tightened, "Yes, well, we all keep interesting company..." he said, shooting a carefully masked look at Natasha and Laura. "So, who's this?" Fisk asked as looking and turning to Matt Murdock who had come back after getting a drink.

"This is Matt Murdock," Harry said with a smile, "I would like to consider him a friend and like-minded person for having fought for the 'little guy' in court," Harry added with a smile.

Matt gave a nod in Fisk's direction. "Mr. Fisk," Mat wanted nothing more than to take down Fisk right then and there for all of his crimes, but without anything that would stick in court, Matt was forced to pretend that he knows nothing. However it did both interest and worry Matt that Harry had gone from speaking to Kelly and Trask to speaking to Fisk. While Harry had made it clear, in an overly blunt way, that Harry had no love for those who go about things like Trask, Kelly, and the MRD, Harry had so far not given anything away on his feelings for Fisk. Though, the question did remain what all did Harry know about Fisk and what he does?

"I have heard of him, vaguely," Fisk replied, "'The Blind Defender' I believe is the name that some of those I have met with gave him," he chuckled, before turning back to Harry, "As for you, I was wondering if we could arrange a meeting to discuss business between our companies," Fisk said.

Harry smiled politely. "While I would normally agree to that, but I fear there will be many people trying to get my attention in the coming days," Harry shrugged, "New company and all. The public will want answers regarding myself and what I intend to do, the press will want statements, and I am still organizing my company in a few different departments. And that is not even counting the number of new staff I am looking for," Harry explained. "Though I'm certain we can squeeze you in..." He then turned to Natasha. "Think you can find a spot sometime soon for such a meeting?" He asked her.

"We could fit him into a meeting roughly two weeks from now, otherwise, your schedule is booked with meetings, work, and personal training dear," Natasha replied.

"Someone seems to keep you busy," Fisk said with a smirk, "Anyway, I will see you in two weeks then," Fisk said, raising his glass in farewell before leaving.

"You should beware of him, Harry," Matt said, "He employs a lot of people, some of whom I have fought against in courtrooms," he added.

"I know he's dangerous, and it would be more dangerous to just refuse to meet with him outright then to make him think I'm thinking it over, meet with him, then decline," Harry spoke up, impressing Nym and Laura, and even Matt with is insight into this.

"There is a right way and a wrong way to deal with those like Fisk. Refuse him from the gate and he will do what he can to make things hard for us at the least, crush us out right at the most. However, as Harry said, by meeting with him, hearing what he has to say, and then declining him, we give Fisk the appearance that now is just not the right time for us and that we need more time to see we need someone like him on our side," Natasha explained. "This also allows for an opening for us to peek into what he is doing when we can, to build a certain level of trust with him so that we may gain more information about what it is he does. I'm sure you can see the benefit of that," Natasha smiled, even though she knew Matt couldn't 'see' it.

"Hey, should we really be talking about this with him when he's not yet on the pay roll?" Laura questioned, feeling that such a thing should be kept secret until they could be sure Matt wouldn't tell anyone.

"I assure you Laura, Mr. Murdock has little intention to tell anyone what we are planning, even if he doesn't take the job," Natasha promised her.

"I assure you, young lady," Matt said, turning to Laura, "I have no intention of revealing young Mr. Potter's secrets," he continued, "However, young Mr. Potter asked for my legal advice, and that is what I am offering now, I am advising he be careful of Fisk," he finished.

"Thank you for the advice Mr. Murdock. We shall be sure to be mindful of everything said and done around Mr. Fisk," Harry told him before turning to Natasha. "So, who do I need to speak to next?"

Natasha chuckled a little. "I think Jameson has been made to wait long enough. Keeping him waiting any longer may lead to him speaking ill of you for it," She told him.

Harry nodded. "Right," He agreed, "And I'll get to see if he's going to drop the one story about me and Tony," Harry looked around for a moment. "Speaking of Tony, where is he?"

"Somewhere around, I saw him and Pepper speaking with the Fantastic Four," Nym said shrugging as she took a sip of the imported wine from France that she grabbed off a passing tray.

Jameson meanwhile, was thinking about how to get an interview for his paper, after all, the public had a right to know certain truths, at least in Jameson's mind they did.

Deciding he was done waiting, Jameson decided to bull head it, just like he did with many things. "Mr. Potter," he said walking up to the group, with Peter Park following behind him.

Harry forced a smile to his face. "Mr. Jameson, despite my annoyance with your refusal to stop printing false stories about me I am glad you could make it," Harry greeted him. "I do hope though, that you will cease printing those stories now that I've publicly spoken out about their falsehood."

Peter wanted to open his mouth and tell Harry that he was wasting his time, but said nothing on the matter. He still had a lot to think about thanks to Spiderman's meeting with Harry last night. Best not to risk getting on Jameson's bad side and end up taking a pay cut over this.

Jameson gave a nonchalant shrug. "Nothing that gets printed in my papers is ever wrong or false, regardless of what someone says. Your denial of the story just makes it all that more possible to the readers," Jameson brushed off.

Matt thought about pointing out how wrong that statement is, and that by continuing to write the story, even after several warnings from those who are being written about, would mean that those who the story is about can press legal charges. However, Matt had no intension of warning Jameson of the grave he was clearly digging himself, not like Jameson would listen anyway.

"Then prepare to face us in court you old fart," Nym said, still holding her cup of wine from earlier.

"And you are?" Jameson asked uncaringly, as he turned to look at Nym with a bored look.

Nym smirked at him, "Nym Potter, Harry's wife." She told him, leaving out the fact that she's only one wife to see what he does with this information.

"Wha-Married, at your age?" Jameson questioned in genuine shock, "Do your parents know your married boy?!" Jameson demanded.

Harry sighed. "Mr. Jameson, I would think someone who prints the news would pay attention when people he's printing about speak," Harry began. "My parnets died when I was a child and I have been emancipated," He told Jameson in annoyance.

Nym smirked at Jameson. "Perhaps you should spend less time printing fake news and start actually learning the truth about things and people," She told him.

"And these other two women with you?" Jameson asked, he was sure there was a story as to why all three women had been hanging around him so much. He was also choosing to pointedly ignore Nym and her sarcastic personality.

Natasha gave Jameson a smile, though her eyes were cold. "Well, if you want that information now, you'll have to give us your word that we won't be seeing it in your paper anytime soon." While Harry and the girls had all agreed that there was no point in trying to keep their relationship with Harry a secret, Natasha couldn't resist having a little fun with this. And if Jameson said yes in front of Matt and printed the story anyway, they would have a legal reason to drag him to court. "So, do we have your word that this information shall not be printed in your paper?"

"Sure, it will not be reported by me," Jameson said with a gleam in his eye. This could be juicy; something the public didn't know about the kid and could probably be used to show he was up to no good.

Natasha frowned. "Mr. Jameson, we know it won't be reported by you cause you are the editor of your paper. You can just assign someone else to print this story and still not be guilty of reporting it. So do we have your word that this information will not, in any form, appear in your paper regardless who reports it?" Natasha needed to make sure the hole was nice and deep for Jameson to fall into before she could give Harry the sign that it was safe to answer. Also, the fallout for Jameson once the shit hits the fan was going to be fun once his lie to not print it is made public.

"Of course, I solemnly swear I will not print a story about you and who these women are to you," Jameson sighed, clearly eager to find out who they were to him.

Peter could see what was going to happen a mile away. Jameson was being baited and not seeing it. And if anyone were to try to warn him about it, Jameson would brush it off and tell that person they don't know what they're talking about. It made Peter wonder if he could get a job for Harry, or maybe Felicia could do with a photograph, lord knew she could afford to hire Peter now.

"Natasha and Laura," Harry said as he pointed to the two women with him, "Are also my wives." He told Jameson. "Now, I know this is strange, however I am a follower of a Pagan religion, and under this religion we are allowed to take multiple spouses. Thus, when I found and fell in love with these three wonderful women, I asked them all to be mine and for them to share me amongst themselves. To my joy they agreed," Harry explained. "So you see Mr. Jameson, my religion allows for this, and the four of us are very happy together, and here by choice," Harry finished, wondering how Jameson will try to twist this.

"Thank you for telling me Mr. Potter," Jameson replied, "However, isn't the redhead a bit...old...for you?" he asked, smiling at Natasha now.

Natasha smirked at Jameson. "Maybe I am a little old for Harry. However I think you are far older then I," She stated in amusement. "I am not too old for my husband, merely more seasoned by time and thus my look is more mature then it should be at this point in my life." A bit of a stretch, she knew, but Natasha wasn't going to stand by and let someone like Jameson attack Harry in such a way.

Seeing his pride take a hit, Jameson growled and bowed out, "Very well, I shall take my leave, come on Peter, we have an appointment to keep," he added.

Peter sighed to himself before turning to Harry. "And now I wish I had brought a resume with me tonight." He mumbled. "Please at least promise me when you take him down you'll make sure the rest of us have employment somewhere else?" He begged.

Harry chuckled. "I'll see what can be done."

Settling for that, Peter turned and chased after Jameson before he could get in trouble with his boss.

"You know, Harry, I have always wanted my own newspaper..." Nym said with a hint of seductiveness in her voice.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "A newspaper? Nym if you had your own paper I would be scared of what we would see in it." Natasha teased, chuckling when Nym stuck her tongue out at her.

"Whatever, I know Shield would love having someone with their own newspaper company in their pockets," Nym said with a shrug and a smile, knowing that Natasha couldn't deny it.

"You really think Fury would like that?" Natasha questioned. "Fury would rather spend his time sending agents to stop certain stories from being printed by all papers then he would be interested in controlling one single newspaper company." Natasha pointed out. "So unless your paper will be the only paper in the world, Shield has little interest in it."

Nym smirked, "Even if it would mean good PR?" she asked curiously.

Natasha gave her a deadpan look. "When one paper gives a group like Shield good PR, the rest attack that group. So tell me, where's the good PR when only one voice is speaking good while the others are trying to rip it apart?"

"Hmm fair point, but, I still want my own newspaper honey," Nym said, addressing both Harry and Natasha.

Harry sighed. "I'm not buying a newspaper any time soon Nym. I already have enough to do right now and that's not counting the projects I still have to get going." He told her, going over the mental check list of things he wanted/needed to do both within the company and without.

"Maybe we can revisit this idea later," Natasha told Nym before adding, "MUCH later."

Laura suddenly piped up, "Well, we should at least think about saving Peter's job, as well as some of the other reporters at the Dailey Bugle, after all, technically it will be our fault that the paper was ruined," Laura said, then she looked at Harry, "By the way, we still need to have time alone Harry, I am eager to try something Darcy told me about," she added eagerly.

Harry blushed a little, wondering just what Laura had planned for him.

Natasha sighed heavily, "Laura, I swear I am going to ban Darcy and you from ever being in the same room alone again."

"Yeah! We're supposed to be the ones corrupting you, not her!" Nym protested with a pout.

"Let's just get through the rest of the night, please?" Harry pleaded, hoping to get the topic off of corrupting people and what Darcy might have taught Laura. "I still have to speak to some people before the night is over." He reminded them.

Just as Harry finished speaking, the Fantastic Four approached with a smiling Susan Storm making the first greeting, "Greetings Mr. Potter," she greeted.

"Hello Ms. Storm," Harry greeted her. "I'm glad all of you could make it here tonight."

Reed Richards approached Harry nervously, "It's, um, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, we were wondering about maybe offering possible future joint experiments with your company in the name of science!" Reed spoke, getting more excited and less nervous as he continued speaking.

Susan bonked Reed on the head softly as she sighed, "What he's trying to say, is that we're interested in forming a partnership with your company for the mutual benefit of humanity, if you're interested that is," she said a little more eloquently.

Harry nodded. "I have been thinking of getting in touch with your group about such a partnership. However the details will have to be gone over at a later time." Harry then smiled over at Natasha. "Natasha here will see when we can find the time to properly sit down with you to talk the partnership out so that all parties are happy with things."

Johnny gave a smirk at that last part. "Oh really? Are you gonna-"

"I would not advise finishing that question Mr. Storm," Natasha cut him off. "After all, you don't want ruin things for the team, and more importantly, you don't want to offend Harry by hitting on one of his wives."

Johnny was actually taken by surprise at that, "O-one of his wives?" he asked stupefied.

"Ha!" Ben Grimm said with obvious amusement, "First time the kid's been made to look as stupid as he is!" he said eagerly.

Susan meanwhile sighed, "I am sure there is a story behind this..." she muttered exasperatedly.

Reed, on the other hand, look at all three women surrounding Harry and said, "Interesting, three women of vastly different ages and backgrounds," he said scientifically before being elbowed in the gut, hard, by Susan.

Harry smiled and gave a small chuckle. "Being a part of a Pagan religion is the story behind my marriages," He told Susan. "Mind you, the story of how we met and married is..." Harry stopped, given that most of that story involved the wizarding world, "Yeah, I'm not sure how to classify it..." He finished awkwardly. "Anyway, just leave your contact information with Natasha, she's in charge of those kind of things after all, and I'll be sure you four get a private meeting with me to speak about this partnership as soon as possible," Harry said, getting them back on the original topic.

"Maybe I should convert?" Johnny smirked before being elbowed into the gut from below by Susan for his comment.

"Thank you, we will be taking our leave before Johnny can further stick his foot in his mouth..." Susan said.

"You do know that you only get many women if you marry them all," Nym pointed out to Johnny. "And last I checked your cock shrinks at that thought of commitment." Her comment caused Johnny to balk at the thought.

"And on that note, we shall get back to mingling!" Harry said as Natasha pushed Nym away from the group, Harry and Laura following after her.

As they moved about the room, they neared the section where several employees of the Former Oscorp, now Auror Corp., were mingling around, talking to one another. As they approached, Doc Connors approached the group and greeted Harry and his wives. "Mr. Potter, I wanted to thank you for allowing me to keep my job, especially with the failures my experiments have faced of late" he said nervously.

"All experiments suffer failures before anything comes from them," Harry told him. "And while I might not fully understand everything regarding what you are working on, I can tell that it's something that hasn't been done and thus you are learning how to do it as your work progresses. You're a student of your own work as much a scientist doing that work," Harry shrugged.

"Harry understands that mistakes and failures are a part of science and is prepared to give you all the backing you need, as well as time to do your work. No deadline, no real pressure," Natasha explained.

"If you manage to get it to work, then that's great and I'm sure it will help a lot of people. But if not, well then it just means the way you were doing it wasn't the right way and thus you start fresh," Harry added.

"Thank you Mr. Potter," Conners said, smiling appreciatively, "To be honest, Norman was giving me indications he was getting ready to fire me before you took over the company," he then sighed. "To be honest, when you took over, I was worried I was going to be fired like you did to Octavius and 'Toyman'," he said, shuddering as he mentioned the 'name' given to the man Norman had hired years ago and who had a penchant for making weaponized toys.

"Octavius could have been allowed to stay, however some of his projects worried me what the fall out of failure during testing could bring about, he refused to look for other more safer means for those projects and thus I had little choice but to ask him to leave the company. And as for the 'Toyman'," Harry fought back a shiver at what he had seen in that man's 'workshop'. "I was not going to allow someone like him to remain here. The things he was working on were horror shows and a great danger to everyone. Therefore he was quickly removed from the company and everything he made was confiscated or destroyed for the sake of everyone. I can only pray no one allows him to continue his work elsewhere."

"Yes, 'Toyman' was a disturbed induvial, he once requested that I send him my dead test animals so he could perform a few 'experiments' on them for some of his research, I have no idea why, and I was honestly afraid to ask, but, now I wonder if he wasn't possibly trying to make 'living toys' at some point, and, if so, did Norman know?" Connors spoke nervously.

Natasha frowned at that. "We've not found any files to suggest such a thing. However Norman may have kept that off company files," She said in thought. "I'll contact the police and have 'Toyman' brought in for questioning. If he is making 'living toys' I'll find out myself," She promised.

"He use to talk about having 'other labs' hidden in and around the city, I really hope he hasn't gone into hiding..." Connors gulped in fear.

"We have contacts that can help in the search. He'll be found one way or another." Laura was of course speaking about both Shield and the X men. Both groups were capable of tracking down someone like 'Toyman' using different methods.

Suddenly, before anymore could be said, Gwen Stacy pulled her father over and smiled at Harry, "Hello Harry, hey Natasha," she smiled, she was very familiar with the two of them out of the family of four people cause of how much more involved Harry and Natasha had been with helping clean up Oscorp and having asked her to help them out a lot.

"Hello Gwen, Mr. Stacy," Harry greeted, "We're glad you were able to make it Mr. Stacy, I know the police in New York are very busy given the number of crimes committed each year."

"Hmp," George Stacy said with a tone of disapproval, "To be honest, its dropped a bit of late, I have to wonder if the arrest of Norman Osborn had anything to do with that," he added.

"So, what were you and Doctor Connors talking about?" Gwen asked curiously.

"'Toyman,'" Connors replied, causing Gwen to shudder visibly, getting her father's attention.

"Something wrong with this 'Toyman' guy?" George asked.

"Yeah, you could easily say that," Gwen said, "He once asked me if I would mind modeling for him so he could take some measurements for an experiment, the whole time he was looking at me with this look that said, 'I want you to die,' at least, that's the vibe I got from him," she said disgusted and fearfully.

"I fired him after learning that the only thing he was interested in was making was weaponized toys. Doctor Connors here has just informed me that Toyman had also been asking for dead animals to experiment on and that Toyman had claimed to have other labs where he could continue his work outside this company," Harry explained to George. "I was going to see about getting in touch with the police so the full nature of his work could be found out and he could be properly locked up for any and all crimes he has committed off the books."

"Hmm, I will need to see his files and papers, perhaps they could enlighten us to some of his labs whereabouts," George said, "I'll stop by with a few guys tomorrow so we can look over everything, if that's alright of course?" George asked seriously.

"Of course it is Mr. Stacy." Harry nodded. "We will make sure to have the files waiting for you in one of the boardrooms so that you and your men can look them over. Should you need anything at all, you have only to ask."

"We still have some of the original staff who may also know something that could be of use in finding him. I'll make sure they are available tomorrow for questioning," Natasha added as she ran through a mental list of who had worked for Oscorp during the time Toyman was still there. "Also I believe there is still security footage of him that you can look over."

Harry turned to Natasha in surprised. "Wow! That's a lot more stuff then I thought there was on him. I'm guessing Norman's loyal people didn't get the chance to wipe the servers?" Harry asked.

Natasha smirked. "They never got close enough to do so," She told Harry. "I have been going over the footage to turn over to the police and other departments so that those who have committed crimes for Norman could face judgement. Naturally I'll be sure to turn that over before you leave tomorrow." She said the last part to George who seemed to be equally surprised.

"Thank you mam," George said with a smile and tipping his uniforms hat, "That will be most helpful," he finished, then stopped and said, "To be honest, I still have my doubts about you, Harry," he said honestly, "But you seem to be more helpful then Norman ever was," he said, "Cheap bastard would never turn over anything to the Police if he could help it," he finished.

"Yeah well, I am not like Norman Osborn. I spent a good chunk of my life suffering while everyone around me ignored the clear signs I was being mistreated by my relatives," Harry explained. "I have no intention of being like those people, being someone who turns a blind eye when something is clearly wrong. So you can count on my support with anything that comes up involving the police," Harry promised.

George Stacy chuckled, "A real humanitarian," he said with a smile, "Planning to open any orphanages too?" he asked jokingly.

Harry smiled brightly. "Actually yes, but, I am going to do a lot more than just open orphanages. I have plans to try to bring people together and crush these petty differences that so many of us allow to get in the way of people truly being able to live in peace. Like Mutants, I am going to do everything in my power to show the world that most Mutants only seem to be monsters because that is how humans both view and treat them," Harry explained. "After all, if you spend most of your life being treated like a monster, eventually you are going to give up and decide that if the world wants to only see you as a monster then there is no point in being anything but what they seem to want you to be."

George nodded, "Hey, you wouldn't be interested in starting up a reform program that I could send mutants to, to help them get jobs and stuff would you?" he asked hopefully, after all, there were programs that were simliar for normal criminals looking for work, why not mutants too.

"It's funny you should ask that." Laura smiled. "Harry has plans to hire mutants to work for Aruror Corp and thus such a program would be great as they could start working here for a while to get use to the work, and then if they want they can go off to look for other work with Harry as a reference," She told George.

"Any mutants you come across that you think could be reformed or just need someone to take them under their wing, don't hesitate to send them to me," Harry nodded witha smile.

Doc Connors, who had been listening to all this gave a small frown. "But how will you convice them that you want to help. Or even that you truly care for them and their future?" He questioned.

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Natasha was the one to answer. "Well, it helps that Laura here is a mutant as well as married to Harry. If that doesn't show them that Harry has no ill feelings towards mutants, and that he does care for them, then I guess they just can't be convinced."

"I still don't know what to make of this pagan worship thing," George said honestly.

Gwen smiled, "So, Harry, I have been hearing you been getting buddy, buddy with Tony Stark, what's up dude?" she asked with a smirk, causing her father to sigh as he realised she was changing the subject.

Harry chuckled a little. "Well, once Tony takes interest in you, it's kinda hard to say no to him. However after I got to know him I started to look at him as a sort of older brother type. Not sure why, but he's a good guy and I'm glad I got in touch with him. He's really helped me to settle into the city more and we've even already talked about possible joint projects our two companies could do in the future, mind you, nothing is official as of yet," Harry admitted. "You might see him around some from time to time in the building should we ever get those projects off the ground."

"Tony also has experience with things like suddenly changing a company's direction and the fallout from the public eye, as well as how to handle the press and rumors. So he has given Harry some pointers on how to go about dealing with things like that," Natasha added. "Pepper Potts has also been a big help as well," Natasha had made sure that Pepper and Harry met as soon as possible once Tony came into Harry's life. After all, Natasha remembered how able and smart Pepper had been during Natasha's time undercover as a temp for Tony. Harry needed someone like Pepper in his life, it was just such a shame that Pepper was too into Tony. A woman like Pepper would have been a great addition to Harry's collection of wives.

Gwen smiled, "Well, I gotta go, I have school tomorrow, and dad's my ride home," she said sadly. "I hope you guys find Toyman, he's a dangerous man," she said as she took her leave.

Connors smiled as he too took his leave to talk to some of the other employees of Auror Corp.

"We will see you tomorrow Mr. Stacy." Harry called after George as he left with his daughter. "Alright then, who do we have left that I have to speak to before the party is over?" Harry questioned, feeling a bit better now that 'Toyman' was going to be addressed by the police. Harry also had plans to hand over copies of everything they had on 'Toyman' to both Shield and the X-men to strengthen the chances of the man being found and stopped. Harry was also happy that George Stacy was going to send any troubled mutants that cross his path to Auror Corp, as they would be able to get to work in the reform program he has been thinking about doing a lot sooner than he had originally thought he would be able to.

As they headed around the party, making small talk with people, eventually Harry and his wives met up with Xavier, Storm, and Jean Grey.

"Enjoying the party, wheels?" Nym asked with a smile.

Xavier smiled at Nym, "It has been an eventful and enlightening night." He nodded. "I am pleased to see how you handled yourself up there Harry. You've come a long way since our first meeting and I look forward to seeing where you take things in the future." Xavier then became serious. "I was hoping tonight to request your help with one of our students. A troubled youth close to your age with a past that you can partly relate to," Xavier began.

"You're not really suggesting we have Harry look after John, we can barely trust him not to pick fights on school grounds. Harry isn't capable of handling someone like him," Jean protested.

"Maybe Harry can't handle Pyro alone, but he isn't alone Jean. He's got the three of us to help him," Laura pointed out.

"I'm just saying, I'm not sure if letting John leave school grounds at this point in time is a good idea. Maybe if he settles down some in the future," Jean began, only to be cut off by Harry.

"I am willing to look over whatever file you have on him and maybe meet him in person at your school. Let the both of us get a feel for one another," Harry told Xavier. "I was, after all, just talking to George Stacy about a reform program for troubled and even criminal mutants, giving them work here at my company and helping them get a foothold in employment and a life without crime. I would be delighted if John could be the first in this program, though, only if he wants to be."

"That sounds like a brilliant idea Harry," Xavier said with a smile, "Would sometime next week work for you?" he asked hopefully.

Storm, meanwhile, smiled, "I also have a nephew, he is quite smart, just lacks motivation, perhaps you could give him a job as well," she said hopefully.

"If he wants one when I meet him, I would be more than happy to take him on. Of course first, like with John, I would have to meet your nephew and get to know him a bit, then I will offer him a job and the rest will be up to him," Harry nodded. He was pleased to already have two possible new employees for the company, as well that they are both mutants and one of them could kick off the reform program. If things turned out well with those two guys, then it could help to show other mutants that Harry really was someone they could trust to help them as well as show humans that mutants aren't that different from humans after all.

"Just let me know when the best time for Harry to meet your nephew will be and I'll make sure he has an opening at that time to sit and talk with him," Natasha told Storm before turning to Xavier, "Same with John."

"Yeah best to let Natty take care of the schedules cause she's got the better head for that sort of thing," Nym commented.

Xavier smiled, "That would be great Harry," he then smiled, "Would it be alright if we talked more another time, its late and I really must get back to the school," he said.

Harry nodded, "Of course, thank you all for taking the time to come out and show your support for the company. I will see you all again later." Harry smiled as he bid them goodnight.

As Xavier, Storm, and Jean Grey left, the Hex Girls walked up.

"Hey, this was a great idea, we loved putting on the show Harry," Thorn said with a smirk.

"Yeah, cool party," said Dusk.

Luna smirked, "It was cool meeting so many people," she admitted.

"We are honored that you three ladies could come out and perform for us tonight. It's been a great night and your music made it even better. I really hope we can call on you again to play for us at our next function." Harry said, trying hard not to laugh after the excited squeal Nym had given when she saw the Hex Girls walking over to them. "As you may have already guessed, my wife Nym is a huge fan and I can certainly understand why she's a fan of yours now," Harry laughed when Nym elbowed him in the ribs, whispering "Shut up!" before she grinned at the girls.

Thorn smirked, "How many concerts you been to?" she asked already thinking she knew the answer.

"Every single one!" Nym cheered. "I'd find ways to sneak out of school and cross the pond so I wouldn't miss a single one," She admitted.

"Sounds like something a true magical fan of ours would do," Dusk said with a grin.

"Well, let's head to the after party!" Darcy said drunkenly as she seemed to magically appear behind the group of band members.

Natasha sighed a little before turning to Harry and whispering, "I'll let her have an hour or two at the after party depending how she behaves herself. After that I will tie her to a bed and force her to sleep it off."

"Come on Natasha, Darcy's just enjoying herself and I bet there will be someone much worse than her at the after party to take attention off her." Harry had an idea who that person or persons might be, but he wouldn't say anything. He couldn't wait to see what happened when they get here. "To the after party everyone!" Harry cheered.

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Omake: The Late Brothers

As the party was winding down to a close, two men in black suits, black fedoras, and matching ties with shades on arrived. "Me thinks we're late Forge," said one of the men.

"Me thinks your right Gred," the aforementioned man named Forge agreed.

Natasha, who had been hanging back while the rest of the family headed to where the after party would be held to make sure that those not attending the after party left the building, nearly zeroed in on the two the moment they had entered the room. Silently going over to them she slipped behind them and tried to decide how to handle this. On one hand she could see about scaring them so that they don't try it again, however given that what they were wearing wasn't as bad as it could have been, she thought that might be a little overboard. On the other hand however she had learned that if you gave these two too much leeway, things could quickly go wrong. So, she settled for something that would let them know that she wasn't going to allow this sort of thing to happen again. She carefully reached up and grabbed the backs of their necks with a tired sigh. "Fred, George, what do you think you two are doing?" She asked calmly.

"Um, arriving fashionably late?" they both said in unison.

"Fashionably late is one thing," Natasha told them. "But what you are wearing is another," She growled lightly. "Now, you have two choices, if you want to wear those suits, then ditch the hats and shades, if you don't like that, then go change into something more normal or else I will inform Harry that we will not be needing your 'gift boxs' for the MRD for the next three months." She warned quitely.

Fred and George gulped. "Eh heh heh, right, we will ditch the hats Natty," Fred began. "Yeah, wouldn't want you to steam!" George added with a cheesy grin.

Natasha glared at them both. "I'm sure you two remember how scary your mother must have been when she got mad, correct?" She asked them.

Fred and George looked at one another, "Yeah?"

Natasha gave them a tight smile. "Well, your mother might have been an angry red headed witch, but she wasn't trained as an assassin from childhood and currently has access to any and all means of torture and murder at her fingertips," She told them sweetly. "Am I right boys?"

"Come on Nat," Fred began, "We're all friends, right?" George finished. "Yeah," Fred continued, "We're just trying to liven things up," George added.

"You two are going to go change right now!" She ordered. "There are only two people who could have put this look into your heads. Who was it?" She demanded.

Fred and George looked at one another before Fred said, "Darcy!" while George said "Nym!" They then looked at one another and switched answers, Fred said "Nym!" while George said "Darcy!"

Natasha growled under her breath. "Since Darcy is drunk it won't be hard to find out if it was her. However my money is on Nym." Natasha then let go of the twins. "If I see you walking around dressed like that anymore tonight, or in any way that could hurt either Harry or the company, I will take those wands of yours and show you how far I can shove them up your backsides!" She snapped. "I swear I am going to lock up every electronic thing in the house if she keeps trying to corrupt people."

"Yes mam," Fred and George said in defeat, already making plans for pranks on their pseudo family and each other.

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Flash-Back Omake: Grangers American Moving Day. Part One

Logan shivered at the memory of how he got back across the ocean to Britain. He had been told it was...'troublesome', for Hela to take passengers, as they usually threw up upon arrival when she used her forms of magical transportation to transport others across vast distances. Granted, if they were a member of her realm, i.e. dead, or like Remus was through marriage, connected to her, then they gained partial immunity, but Logan, given he was alive and not directly linked to Hela other than through an indirect family connection, well, he found himself actually feeling ill, even if it was fading fast due his healing factor.

As he wiped his mouth and washed his hands, he exited the park washroom and headed to the address in the file. As he knocked on the door, it opened to a man he recognised as Doctor Algar Granger, dentist, and loving father of Hermione Granger.

"Hello?" Algar said, "Can I help you?" he asked carefully, after all, Logan was an intimidating man.

"Algar Granger, right?" Logan asked, getting a nod in answer. "I'm Logan, thought I'd come and make sure you and everyone got safely to America. And I'm sure you all have questions for me too." Logan wasn't sure what else to say. After all he wasn't the most social person and this was his family who hadn't even known about him until recently.

"Ah, Hermione suspected you would stop by," Algar said, "Hermione!" he called as they both heard rushing footsteps from upstairs before there was a pounding akin to thunder on the staircase before a bushy haired brown missile tackled Logan, pushing Algar out of the way. Algar chuckled as Logan was taken by surprise by Hermione.

"Hello," Hermione began as she hugged Logan, "I'm Hermione, are you really Logan, I'm your great granddaughter?" she asked excitedly talking a mile a minute.

Logan stared down at the bushy mop that was his great granddaughter a little taken back. Most kids tended to keep some distance between themselves and him until they've warmed up to him. And yet here was this girl hug tackling him with not a care in the world. "Um yeah, I'm Logan. I came to make sure you and your parents got to America safely and thought I'd answer any questions you might have for me." In the back of Logan's mind he could hear Harry's warning about Hermione and her thirst for knowledge, and from the way Hermione's eyes lit up Logan wondered if maybe he should have listened to that warning a little more closely.

"That's good, sorry for hugging you like that," Hermione blushed, as she realised how uncomfortable Logan must be now. "Ahem, anyway, come inside, my mother is eager to meet you too!" Hermione finished.

Algar chuckled, and under his breath said, "Not as eager as you are my dear," he then grimaced when Hermione looked at him.

Logan chuckled a little. "While I have been hugged by a teenager before, normally it doesn't happen so fast or quickly after meeting them," Logan admitted before turning to Algar, "You all nearly done packing?" He questioned.

"Well, me and Jean are, Hermione however has been dragging her feet about it," Algar responded, shooting his daughter a smirk.

Hermione blushed, "I was getting caught up in reading that book Harry sent me," she admitted.

"Oh, you mean the one about Pagan worship still being practiced by American magicals, while not as many 'Nomajs', I think that's the term, worship them," Algar responded cheekily.

Hermione huffed, "I'm just curious about other faiths dad, sheesh, we been atheists all our lives Dad, I'm just curious what practices are followed in Magical America!"

Algar laughed at her discomfort, "Alright, alright, I will stop teasing you, ok?" he said.

"Thank you dad," Hermione replied. She had gotten a book on the religious practices of the magicals in the United States, she was eager to read up on how much the magicals there worshiped Pagan deities.

Logan shook his head at the two's antics. "Alright then," He turned to Algar. "Why don't you get things started on loading the car, I'll help Jean and Hermione here to finish Hermione's packing." He wasn't going to comment on on the conversation, or even religion in general, knowing that that is one subject he has little place speaking in as he stopped believing in gods a long time ago.

Algar nodded, "Try not to be intimidated by her book collection, ok?" he replied with a knowing smirk as he began taking bags out to the car.

Hermione meanwhile, pulled on Logan's arm, leading up the stairs to her bedroom. When they entered, it was to see that the room was full of bookcases, and each one heavily laden with books. To be honest, it was like a mini library.

"Yeah, he really had no idea just how many to expect..." Logan commented, referring to Harry and how Harry had wondered before Logan left just how much space Hermione was going to need for all of her books. "This is your whole collection?" Logan asked as a ginger cat started rubbing up against his legs, purring happily.

"Well, this is all that's yet to be boxed up, so, about half?" Hermione replied innocently. "My entire collection consists of some three thousand books in all," she finished.

"Three thousand?!" Logan was in pure shock at the number of books just one girl could have.

"Trust me, that number would be triple that if we hadn't put our foot down," Jean said as she stood up from where she had been putting books into a box. "So, you must be Logan, my grandfather. I'm Jean," She greeted him.

"Yeah, well, I just glad that Harry has a place picked out for you guys, something about how he views Hermione as the sister he never had, even if she is, now, his grandniece," Logan replied.

Hermione chuckled at that. "Yeah, I couldn't believe it when he told me about that. I might have to have some fun with it if he acts up," She told Logan.

"Less plotting more packing Hermione! We did promise to at least be on the plane to America by tonight," Jean reminded her daughter. "And you still have to crate your cat, tell me you at least got around to giving him the medicine I gave you for him, to make the trip easier on him."

"Yes mom," Hermione whined, "I already gave it to Crookshanks," she replied. She then resumed packing, "So, Logan, what is it like in New York?" she asked as they slowly started a conversation while packing.

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AN: Oracle: And that's a wrap for this chapter as well as the end of the opening of Harry's new company. What happens after this point, well you can guess on that for now and see if you got it right when the next chapter comes out. One thing is for sure, Harry's going to have a lot of work a head of him once the weekend ends.

Ogremen: And remember, me and Oracle are free to answer questions you may have that you do not want to put in a review, you just have to PM me or her, and we will get back to you as soon as we can, remember, the only reason we stopped doing review responses in the chapters is cause people complained that it 'detracted from the story' and accused us of using it to pad out the story length, where as me and her saw it as showing that we love hearing from our fans and that we cared for your thoughts and clearing up any confusion anyone had about something in the chpater. :)