Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.

Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.

Note 1: AU.

Note 2: May refer to Lupin as Remus when the first werewolf is not around.

Note 3: Wrote it a while ago, couldn't think of how to make it longer and more fun filled. Until next time.

FOUND

chapter fifty-three

It was the night before the day before the night of the Quidditch World Cup Finals match between Bulgaria and Ireland. The Shack was being used as the hotel for all the members of the 'Aetas Delegation'. Harry had arrived two hours before his guests, and was busily having his housemates, namely Nero, Remus, Moony, and Sirius, clean up the place and make sure that all the just created rooms had all the necessary furniture, and that the T-rex and Utahraptors were safely in their proper time period, it wouldn't do if they had to chase down or run away from the blasted things before leaving for the game. Such hassles needed to be avoided as much as possible, lest time be lost, time that Harry did not want to have to reverse, manipulate or go bonkers over.

On the outside the Shack looked the same, as dilapidated as ever, or that was what it looked like from beyond the gate and fences, as it was what the people of Hogsmeade believed it to look like. The inside of the house went through a rapidly done renovation just to be able to accomodate all the guests, from Aetas and from other places all over the world. From gods and goddesses, to regular run of the mill immortals, to world leaders, prison guards, demons, the dead, the First races, some Second races, and a bunch of other things and people that Harry had met and made in his haphazardly recorded lifetime.

The different rooms and floors had different motiffs befiting the different peoples that were to be arriving from the Vieux Ville harbor, as well as those guests that were to arrive via portkey.

Upon entering the front doors of the Shack, one would find an actual hotel lobby, complete with reception desk and area. The first floor had a few restaurants, courtesy of some of Vieux Ville's restaurant owners and vendors who wanted to expand business a bit. There was also a bar, a branch of the Choco Chugger, this one also run by an Echo, Celadon's cousin, and a Monopolian.

The second floor was where the recreational activities could be held, from single card games, to quidditch, space manipulation rocked. Third floor and above were all the rooms, the top floor or attic was Harry's room. Nero, Remus, Moony and Padfoot, as well as their families and friends were to stay at The House, which was where the control room or security headquarters could be found.

"Get a move on people!" Harry shouted as he busily worked at the reception desk, arranging the keys, cards, and whatnot in preparation for the arrival of the guests.

Harry actually split himself into his differnt personas, and aliases, like the twenty-seven year old Aetas, the seventy year old Aetas, Yori, Clement of Vieux Ville, Kosetsu, the hanyou or half-demon form of his Kyuubi persona, Yu Huang, and his normal regular fourteen year old self. The hotel needed a lot more help than he and his housemates could at the moment provide, last minute preparations and all that were difficult, and Harry had never actually run a hotel before, and was just playing everything by ear, once again forgetting that he had limitless power, potential, and knowledge.

There were a number of other people that had been hastily hired just that afternoon by one of Harry's parts to his whole.

Jason Summers, and his family had decided to help out for the time being, as did Futoi and Aburami of Koto no Akumu, as well as Yokan and Tsurara, they had been assigned as bellhops. The doormen were Marcus and Aurelius Nero's family members. The elevator guy was none other than Merlin himself, dressed for the part too. Natalie Shroud, the half-banshee from Vieux Ville, was to help out at the front desk or reception desk area, and was rumaging through the many record books that Harry had filled in with a number of information.

Pompus Mannus had been contacted and had immediately agreed to help out by being incharge of the pets and creatures of the place, his assistant being Lunetta to the chagrin of Nero and Remus, as she was their mother.

There were others of course, all of whom had decided to take up these summer jobs, though Harry was contemplating if it would be benefitial to have The Shack be a hotel all year round, an out of this world hotel.

"Aetas! I can't find my uniform!" Calum called out from the employee's locker room, he had left his Tea Shop in the hands of his trusted employees, just for the chance of working with Harry in a hotel setting.

"That's not your locker," Harry said into the intercom, "Don't shout so loud."

"Sorry, found 'em," Calum said via intercom and not shout this time.

"Nargle! Catch it!" three werewolves, who were members of security shouted as they ran after the Lovegood creature.

"Don't let it get to Merlin!" one of the vampires at their heels shouted, as Merlin did not particularly like nargles.

"Hello, Harry Potter speaking, how may I help you?" Harry said as he answered his cellphone, listened to the person on the other end of the line, "Uhuh...uhuh...mmhm...yep...gotcha...no...just do it...screw that...it...I meant it...just get it done."

"Who was that, if you don't mind me asking?" Natalie asked her companion.

"Operations Department wondering if they could run another test on all the phones, intercoms, PA systems, televisions, computers, and whatnot," Harry replied.

"But...that reminds me, how are we able to use electricity in this village?" she asked.

"Those Moleculites can do almost anything they put their minds on, and hands on. They already filed for an international patent on the technology," Harry said, "For once, I didn't need to do anything."

"How much longer will we have to wait for the guests to arrive?" she asked, as they simply had too many different clocks to be able to figure out how much time they had left to prepare.

"This is Aetas speaking," Harry said over the PA, "Guests will start showing up in three minutes! Perfection people! Perfection!"

"Yes, my Lord!" echoes throughout The Shack.

"Does that answer your question?" Harry asked his companion.

"B-But that's too short a time to prepare!" she said.

"Natalie," Harry said.

"Y-yeah?"

"God of what else am I?"

"Ahh..Ehh...Aetas?" she said, hopefully.

"Besides that."

"I dunno really, I'm normally a city tour guide, not one of the museum or library people, or tower people for that matter."

"Time."

"Oh.."

"So if I wanted them to work faster, I would say that there was only thirty seconds left before people started pouring in," Harry said, then spoke over the PA once again, "Scratch that! Furor's gonna get them here in less than a minute! Speed it up people!"

O.O – Natalie's expression.

"Don't you have a log book to look for?" Harry asked his companion as his hands darted across the keyboard of their computer checking the guest list and room assignments one last time before showtime.

"*"

"Are we there yet?" Satus whined from the last carriage.

"For the eldest of us you sure whine a lot," Metus said as he flew behind the carriage and could hear his older brother whine, then shouted out as they were flying over the clouds, "Furor, begin descent! ETA, thirty seconds!"

"Aye aye father!" Furor shouted back from the front of the caravan and began guiding the carriages down to the ground, below the clouds first.

Once below the clouds, the 'Delegation' were greeted by the sight of a village, but they couldn't see their hotel anywhere, and began to wonder where they were staying.

"Drop down outside the village! We'll enter as if from a long trip!" Metus shouted.

"Through the gate?" Furor shouted back.

"Through the gate!" Metus confirmed.

The interaction and conversation between father and son lead the passengers to believe that they would be staying at the castle beyond the village limits as it was the only structure that looked to be able to accommodate them all.

The caravan landed on the outskirts of the village and began moving at a sedate pace through the village itself, and instead of turning to go to the castle, headed to a rather deserted area, with only two houses, one plain looking one, and one dilapidated looking one.

They were headed for the dilapidated looking one.

"We're all going to stay in that dump?" one Dragon-Kin roared in shock.

"Just wait and see, you might like it Lord Marok!" Furor said loud enough for the Dragon-Kin lord to hear, along with the rest of the passengers of the carriages.

Before they could enter through the gates a booming voice that only the occupants and the two escorts could be heard.

"Welcome to The Shack! We hope you have an enjoyable experience with us!"

After the welcoming declaration, the gates of the property swung inwards, beckoning the caravan to enter. Upon entering the scenery changed to show not an unkempt yard or a dilapidated house, but an honest to goodness hotel, twenty-seven storeys high.

The passengers of the caravan also noticed that they weren't the only ones arriving, as there were a few portals dropping people out, as well as people arriving suddenly, while holding onto knicknacks. It seemed like everyone was arriving all at once, meaning that the lobby would be in for some chaos.

Once the carriages were finally parked in their designated spaces, the passengers got off, taking their l things with them, declining help, which was fine as they didn't appear to be carrying much.

Upon entering the lobby it was truly packed, truly, madly, and disturbingly packed with people, most of those from Aetas had decided to stick to their human forms as it made things easier for all parties.

At the front desk there appeared to be six tellers ready to serve the guests.

Harry at fourteen, Harry at twenty-seven, Harry at seventy, Yori minus any blades, Clement wearing an actual uniform, and Natalie.

"Please form six lines so that we can get you all settled in before the Nightmare representatives decide to start a war in the lobby," Satus said from the back of the group.

"Not another one!" Dormen, son of Dranos and King of the Nightmares, said, "We wont be starting anymore wars for a loooong time!"

"Just get in line Dormen!" Daugion, elven prince, said, "You're in the middle of two lines!"

"Grim! Get over here!" a Wight shouted out to her companion.

"Coming Elayne!" the other Wight said as he floated above the heads of the other guests to get to his wife.

"Don't you have any tact in that corpse you call a body?" she asked him, "I saw you undressing that halfling banshee with your eyes."

"Hehe...habit...sorry..." he said, and got in line behind her taking their things in his hands.

"Marok ya 'ellbat! Didn't think you'd really attend!" Gorban, another Dragon-Kin said from another line.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world ya half-cat!" Marok told his friend, "Didn't see ya on the ship, why's tha?"

"Was already 'ere, visiting some relatives," Gorban said, "Buncha actors the lot o 'em, working part-time with those lil goblies."

"Goblins? Really?"

"Pays well they says, but I don't think its work that's meant for me self," Gorban said to his friend, they talked some more as the lines moved.

"Do we really have enough for all of them?" Remus asked his brother, as they stood at one side of the lobby watching the proceedings, chaotic as it was.

"I bought out an entire section, and then some, we actually have more than enough," Nero told his brother, "Those Monopolians might be able to help with the extras."

"Scalping huh, good point," Remus said, then asked, "When're the Dementors gonna get here?"

"They're outside, discussing whether or not they should appear looking all dementor-like, or more human-like," Nero said.

"They worry about their image too? Who'da thought," Remus said.

"Hope they chose to be human," Nero said, then saw his brother's look of confusion, so he explained, "In human form, they can speak Basic."

"Ahh, the universal tongue...figuring out what they're saying when their doing their wheezing and hissing bit is a little hard and tiring to do," Remus said.

It was the noisiest gathering of individuals in all the history of Aetas, peaceful gatherings that is, due to the space, and the sheer number of representatives. The Dementors luckily entered the lobby in human form, looking more like Druids in their tattered cloaks than anything else.

"Get in line!" one of the Harrys shouted over the noise, speaking to the Dementors that couldn't decide whether to wait for the lines to disappear or to line up, "Just join a line!"

Getting all the guests to get in line, sign in, get their keys, be led to the elevators where more than just Merlin was in charge of the elevators, enter the elevators and experience a unique elevator ride that not only went up, it went down, round and round, side to side, upside down, inside out. It twisted, it turned, it passed through objects, swirled around, and finally the doors opened on the floors of the passengers, none of whom had any complaints about the ride up. Before leaving they were each handed pamphlets that contained a map of the layout of the hotel.

"I'm sure you're tired from traveling, so get some rest," Merlin said to each group that exited his elevator, then when it was finally empty after a few hours, he sat on his stool, and ate some snacks.

All in all it was a rather interesting night, since they all arrived at the same time, it took what seemed like hours to get everyone tot their rooms. Then there was the double-checking of the supplies of the Hotel, anything missing was added to by Harry.

"Phew," Harry said, once the last guest had been handed her key, "That sure was tiring."

"What do you mean tiring?" Natalie asked, she was on the floor near death due to the guests she had to speak to, "I'm practically on death's door."

"Well, I guess for a mortal, it would be tiring," Harry said, "So why don't you get some rest, the guests will be needing us in the morning."

"Alright, Boss," Natalie said, then went off to the employee's dormitory to get some rest.

"Uhm, excuse me," a Nymph said.

"Yes?" Harry said, wondering where this guest came from.

"I…I just arrived from well…there," she said, "I was wondering if there are any rooms left?"

"Name please," Harry said.

"Alexa Maroux," she said, "I originally wasn't supposed to come but some of my friends insisted that I not miss this once in a lifetime chance…so…"

"That's understandable," Harry said, "We've still got some openings, and it seems like your room was reserved after all. Here is your key to room 345, have a nice evening."

"Where…how…" she asked shyly.

"Elevators are…" he then explained how to get to the elevators, as well as which one would be best to use at this time.

"Thank you, sir," she said, then walked away, little did Harry know, that she was not going to be the last of the late arrivals. As soon as she was out of sight, the late arrivals decided to arrive one by one, in what seemed to be planned intervals.

Harry believed that some higher power was to blame for the sudden arrival of so many additional people, not all of them actually wanting to watch the game, but enjoy the hotel of a god.

It was times like these that Harry regretted making that deal, a long long time ago.