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POV: Harry Potter | October 1st, 1998

Harry Potter ended the connection of his Patronus, rubbing his nose as he tried to reign in his emotions. He had worked to do, and so little time. With a deep breath, Harry held out his hand, and cast a spell he'd perfected so long ago. After two minutes, a second vial of the vaccine shot into his hand, having flown from the military base sixty miles outside of the city. Tyrell had gotten it there, but all it did was push the timetable for the launch forward. He copied the vial and its contents twice, placing the two original vials into his pouch. He continued to levitate the two new vials, casting "Geminio" multiple times as new vials began to levitate. They all circled around, rising into the air. With a single wide movement of his arms, the vials all burst.

The liquid fell, before suddenly rising as it turned into a pink cloud of gas. Harry extended his arms out, sending the cloud out in every direction. He growled, holding up his second hand as he created a shield large enough to cover the entire city. The gas hit the bottom of the shield, keeping it below as well as sending it outwards, helping him get it further out. Harry pulled magic from the ley lines, strengthening the speed and diameter of the cloud as it covered the entire city. He tried to get it over Spencer Estate, pushing more magic into the spell. After a minute, the cloud covered about 37 miles around the missile drop site. Putting all of his power into the shield, Harry felt something slam into it. He couldn't see through the shield, but he didn't care.

It took everything in his power to keep the shield active. His body slacked as he let go of the gas, putting up his other hand to funnel more magic into the shield. The power of the bomb pushed Harry down to a knee. He felt more explosions pass through the barrier. Twelve. Twelve explosions. The other eleven weren't as large as the first, but it still hurt. It hurt like hell. He lowered a hand feeling his magic leaving him as he struggled to keep the shield intact, turning a pouch on his belt into a portkey. He timed it for two minutes, its destination being the safe house. Harry continued pouring his magic into the shield, gasping for breath as he kept himself up with a hand to the asphalt. The pink cloud was dissipating, and the explosions had died down.

With a final effort, Harry pushed the shield upwards, carrying the smoke and radiation as the shield curved around into a ball. The ball rose through the atmosphere, entering space as he let the contents of the ball go. After a moment, the pink faded from view. Harry slowly transformed into his first form, growling in pain as he began to slowly heal. After a few minutes, he got to his feet, stepping towards the edge of the roof, peering down. The fires had all gone out, and there were hundreds of dead bodies littered across the street. A few zombies were stumbling around the city, but they soon collapsed as well. Pulling out his wand, Harry pulled a bit more magic into himself, before casting a spell. "Cari Zombie".

There were no blue lines. Nothing. Harry smiled. It was done. He pulled a bit more magic into himself, feeling the ley line above the city collapse once more as he placed a large ward around the city. A one hundred and twenty-mile diameter around the city. If another set of missiles were to breach the ward, he would be notified and would stop it once more. With what magic he had left in his reservoir, Harry pushed it all into the ley line in the hopes of repairing the damage he had done before he was suddenly pulled away from the Hospital roof by the pull on his navel. He was sucked in through a black funnel, his feet slamming into the ground as he stumbled a bit, his eyes widening slightly at the sudden pull. Harry hadn't used a timed portkey in a long time.

Once his vision cleared, he noticed that no one had noticed his arrival. Leon was holding a crying Sherry in the corner. Carlos was speaking with Kendo. Katherine was outside with the kids. And Jill and Claire were...hugging, and emotional. They must have thought he'd died. His eyes widened, realizing that was exactly what it was. Not able to resist, Harry spoke. "God. Who died?" All eyes shot towards him, everything coming to a stop as they all questioned his existence and whether he was real. Frowning, he spoke. "Did you not watch the rest of the news feed?"

"No..." Carlos spoke.

"Didn't die. If you'd watched -" He took a deep breath, forgetting for a moment how exhausted he was. "- I created a shield. Bombs didn't touch the city. Zombies are dead. The city is clear," Harry explained.

"Wait...bombs?" Leon asked, his grip letting go on Sherry, who ran at Harry, exclaiming 'You're alive!' as he knelt to swoop her up into a hug as he gave Leon a nod. "The goddamn army heard that Raccoon could be saved, and decided they need to cover up whatever it was that was going on here. So, they dropped twelve bombs on the city. Took all of my magical reservoir and the ley line to both disperse the vaccine and keep the shield up. Do you know how hard it is to withstand the power of a nuclear bomb, eleven smaller bombs, and then lift all that nuclear fallout and smoke into space? I'm telling you, it takes a lot out of you," Harry set Sherry down, rubbing her head as the young girl smiled.

"Gotta say though. That went better than -" Harry was interrupted by a slap, one that sent his face veering to the left as a pain shot through his right cheek. "Bloody hell, Claire. Why'd you -" He was interrupted as the girl in question grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down into a kiss that held a lot of raw emotion and a bit of anger. Not quite sure what to do - especially because his last kiss was with Cho Chang - Harry just copied her movements, grabbing her waist as he'd done with Cho. He could hear coughing and footsteps moving away, but followed Claire and ignored them. After a few moments, he learned to go with the flow and was a bit disappointed when she separated from him.

"Don't die again," Claire spoke, a bit breathless while Harry frowned.

"Technically I -"

"Shut up," Claire spoke, pulling him down once more.

POV: Harry Potter

Harry, Claire, Leon, Jill, Carlos, and Robert all sat on the couch, watching the news quietly, taking in all that was being said about Raccoon City, and what people were guessing regarding how it survived twelve bombs. Harry had his arms around Claire's shoulders, her head on his shoulder as the two relaxed. Leon sat beside Claire, speaking with Carlos about Carlos leaving Umbrella and joining the new RPD, helping clean up the city and restore it for a better future. Robert was reading a book, not in the mood to listen to the news. Harry himself was trying to understand the government. Why were they so prepared to kill one hundred thousand people/zombies so quickly? To keep the outbreak from spreading? Or to hide something that involved them and Umbrella? While Harry had nothing on government involvement in the 'Umbrella Library', he could say he wouldn't be surprised. After all, he believed there were Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic. Anything was possible.

It seemed the Army understood a greater power was at play here and hadn't launched another missile at the city. Harry was prepared to return with the survivors the next day, with plans to clean up the deceased zombie bodies and work on repairing any damage done to the city itself. Leon had decided that he would help the city, getting it back in shape before going out and exploring the world. He had come close to death a lot in the past two days and wanted to see the world before his next zombie outbreak. Jill expressed her support in helping them rebuild and had stated that she would like to restart the S.T.A.R.S Program in Raccoon City, restoring it to what it was before the Spencer Mansion incident. And Carlos explained that he would return to his home in South America, living his days with his family. He'd wasted enough years working with a twisted organization like Umbrella.

The news was describing the future of Raccoon City, indicating that multiple different groups planned to enter the city and assist in cleanup. The U.S Government, Umbrella itself, as well as the Department of Health. Harry wasn't going to tell the others that that wouldn't happen. His wards kept people out and acted as an early warning system for anything that may enter that isn't human or magical. The U.S government's military base was stationed outside of the barrier, and he had already been magically warned of individuals trying to enter. The Department of Health hadn't gotten to Missouri yet. And Umbrella was no doubt going to fly under the radar, trying to get in with a squad of trusted individuals.

"What the hell is that?" Carlos asked out of the blue. Harry - who had his eyes on the news, which had nothing interesting displayed - turned to Carlos, who had his eyes on the window looking to the backyard. Harry and the others all spun towards it and found...an owl. A brown owl holding a large envelope. Harry pulled away from Claire, getting to his feet as he approached the window. He quickly opened it to let the owl out of the rain, letting it fly in onto his shoulder, its left leg held up to show off the package. Harry grabbed it and placed it on the table beside the window. "I'm sorry. I don't have any treats for you," Harry spoke, rubbing the owl's head as he sent heating charms through it. The owl let out a thrill of thanks, before hopping off of his shoulder onto the table, where their leftover food from dinner sat. The owl started picking at Harry's plate, making the wizard smile.

"Uh...what's happening?" Leon questioned.

"Owls. Witches and wizards back home used them to deliver mail. Seeing as there are a few thousand wizards here, it's believable they use owls as well. I just wonder who sent this to me," Harry replied. He tore open the envelope, carefully dumping the contents onto the coffee table. There, he was met with a ring of keys, a few cards of some sort, a small book, and a small letter. He grabbed the letter, and read it to himself. It read;

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am sure you wish to understand who I am and why I am doing this for you, but I must inform you that I am not whom you think. I am merely a man wishing to help a friend. I realize you have just returned to the land of the free. I must say I am happy for you. I have been watching you for some time and was unsure if you would ever be able to break through those barriers of yours. The point is, I have a few things to tell you.

Firstly, your name in this world is Harrison James Potter. The name difference is almost inconsequential, but it is important for what I am about to tell you.

As you may believe, the Potter family never existed here, because your family were not known criminals. However, I must regretfully inform you that that is not the case. Your great - to the tenth - grandfather was sent through the Veil of Death many generations ago and raised a family here in this world. He used his magic to gain a fortune, becoming the richest family in the primitive world he lived in. However, he was cursed by his wrong-doings, and after three generations, his grandson died with no heir. The fortune was never claimed and has resided in the family accounts ever since. This is where you come in.

I am aware you will be just fine on your own, but your use of displacing objects like food, beverages, and clothing has resulted in other corporations, companies, businesses, and families losing their belongings. And as a potential friend, I would hate for you to follow the same path as your ancestors. And thus, I've done you a favor.

In this envelope, you will find a set of keys, multiple cards, and a small book. The book is a passport. It is set in your name and will allow you to travel across the world. Without the help of Umbrella and the limitations of our magic, you are unable to apparate or portkey outside of the U.S. After all, this world is different from ours. No Leaky Cauldron. No Diagon Alley. No Hogwarts. Nothing to reference. Even Privet Drive is different. And so, if you were to travel, it would most likely be by muggle travel, which would require a Confundus Charm, Obliviation, or - if you want to do it legally - a passport.

The cards are identification. A social security card, identification card/driver's license, and a birth certificate. All will come in handy in the muggle world. Keep them with you at all times, because you do not know when you will need them.

As for the keys and card with the magnetic strip, those are your options of payment. The credit card is connected to the Potter muggle account accessible at any Bank of America. And the Potters' magical fortune can be acquired in the 'Gringotts Bank' within Washington D.C. Many clung to the past after being sent here, Harrison. Do not be one of them.

This fortune and the title that comes with it will help you make a difference in this world, Harrison. You have already done so much to save the people of Raccoon City, and will do even more to assist in its rebuilding. But this will help you make a difference past the next few months. Use it to help people. To put an end to the people that wish your friends harm. I wish you the best of luck on your future endeavors Harrison...you will need it.

P.S: Try not to collapse the ley lines TOO much. There are still magicals that rely on them. I've managed to repair the damage, but I would not be surprised if you receive some nasty complaints.

Sincerely, A Friend

Harry frowned. A member of his family had been thrown through the Veil, made a magical and muggle fortune of the course of three generations before the grandson died, and now Harry - a blood relative of the lost family - was being given the inheritance to the whole of the fortunes as well as whatever titles his ancestors held. Wouldn't someone find that suspicious? Seven generations of nothing, only for some kid to pop up and claim everything? Harry wasn't going to deny that he was already making plans for what to do with the money, but it was all a bit too convenient, even for him.

Who was this Friend? They said themselves that they weren't Sirius. Not in those words, but he understood what they meant in the first line. So who was this person? A family friend's descendant? Another magical who had known Harry in their world and had wanted to help? Harry didn't quite know. "So?" Claire drew Harry from his thoughts, his gaze falling on her and the others as he frowned. "What does it say?"

"Well...a lot," Harry replied. For such a small letter, his Friend had managed to fit in a lot. Hermione would be proud of their penmanship and tight spacing. "I...really don't want to talk about what's on it," He stuffed the letter into his pocket, before looking through the belongings. Harry conjured a simple wallet, placing the driver's license, birth certificate, social security card, and credit card within before stuffing it into his pocket. As for his pile of keys belonging to possibly six vaults...he threw them into his pouch. "Just another magical saying hello,"

"Bullshit," Jill spoke.

"Look, I just don't want to talk about it. Can we drop it?" Harry asked, getting to his feet as he moved towards the table. He called the owl to his arm, before moving into the backyard. Harry took a seat at the covered steps and sighed. "I wish you were Hedwig...I can at least understand her," Harry spoke. The owl gave out an offended hoot, but rubbed its beak against his cheek, making him smile softly. "I need to buy a broom. Fly again. It's been so long," He added. The bird let out a thrill in agreement. "I'm kind of jealous...you get to fly all the time."

Harry heard the door behind him open and close, a pair of boots stepping down before Claire sat down beside him. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Claire asked.

"Yeah...I need to figure something out first before I bring it up," Harry replied.

"It isn't...bad, is it?" She questioned.

"No...no. Nothing bad, just...it's different. It had some stuff in it I haven't told you all about yet, and that stuff would be talked about before I'm ready to talk about it because of this letter...if that makes sense,"

"Only a little," Claire replied, smiling as she took his hand. "You can trust me Harry...with anything,"

"I know...and I feel that way about you too. And I trust the others too. I just...I'm not ready to bring it up. I need to handle some things about my life first before I can get into my past," Harry explained.

"Ok...but when you're ready...let me know," Claire spoke. She placed a kiss on his cheek, before getting to her feet. She re-entered the house, leaving him be as he mulled over his thoughts. One of which was; It's going to be a long few months.