As the jet landed, Harry and Isabel got off with Harry yawning. "Why am I so tired?"

"Jet lag, Kid. Don't worry, your sleeping schedule will balance itself out soon. Come on. I'll drive us to my company."

"Why drive? You said on the jet that you could basically teleport with magic."

"I prefer traveling. Besides, my head of security doesn't like it when I magic myself in. She says it makes keeping track of me more difficult even with her magic. Yes, she's a witch as well. She's worked with me for ten years, and still needs to realize I'm going to do what I want."

"So, that knocks your twenties off the list." Harry had been trying to guess Isabel's age for the past 2 hours, much to her annoyance. "You slipped up there."

"I will drop you from a building."

"Then you lose your new 'sidekick'." Isabel turned on him, jabbing a finger in his direction before huffing and heading back to her car.

"Come on!"

"I'm coming," he said as he ran to the passenger seat. She stopped him before he could open the door.

"Sorry, Kid. No kids under 13 in my front seat. Get in the back."

"Oh, come on!"

"Relax. Thanks to magic, it's basically a stretch limo back there. Knock yourself out."

"Can I…"

"Don't. Touch. A. Thing. No one touches my baby but me. When you're old enough, you can get and mod your own car. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good. Now get in, and don't touch anything!"

"I won't!" She climbed into the driver's seat as he climbed into the back seat and looked around at the interior. "It's like the TARDIS!"

"Doctor Who fan, huh?"

"Yeah. I've seen the old episodes."

"What about the newer ones?"

"I've only seen one episode. I think it was called 'Blink'."

"Ooh. The Weeping Angels. Did you manage to sleep?"

"Yeah, but I avoided graveyards after that." Isabel chuckled as she started her car and took off down the road. "Thank god they're only fictional."

"Until you meet a boggart that is."

"I'm going to regret asking this but, what is a boggart?"

"A magical creature with a unique defense mechanism. It can turn into your worst fear."

"Crap baskets."

"Relax. They avoid cities and stick to forests. When we get to the office, which also acts as housing for me and my security staff, you can catch up with the newer episodes, from the first reboot episode to the most recent."

"Thanks."

"I'm surprised you're so outspoken."

"When my cousin died, things changed around the house. I think if he were still alive, all of Vernon's anger would've been taken out on me, and he'd find some excuse to beat me, including getting better grades than Dudley. But he blamed everyone but himself for his death, even though it was his own reckless driving that caused the accident. Then his anger was divided between me and Petunia. I was able to be myself outside of the house. Then I started working on the tech at school and around the house shortly after starting primary. Course Vernon beat me when the teachers had to report my actions to them. This caused him to break one of my recent works and upset me. I started fighting back, well, as much as a kid can."

"You should've caused one of his new toys to malfunction when he was showing it off."

"Tried that. Couldn't get the timing right. Always was off by a few minutes."

"You needed a remote detonator."

"Yeah, like I'd know how to make one without seeing what it would look like."

"Didn't you say your uncle had a computer?"

"Like I was going to use that thing. I don't know what he used it for, but there were more viruses on that thing than in a CDC database. No way was I going to risk using that thing without it crashing on me."

"Your Uncle must've had a lot of down time."

"I guess. What the hell is 'Viagra'?"

"Uh… something adult men use when they… need to… You know what? I'm not telling you. You'll learn when you're older."

"Oh, not that old line. With the little amount of TV I've seen when Vernon has been gone, I've heard that line used a lot towards children."

"That's because certain things shouldn't be heard until you're old enough to need to understand them. So certain things are better left unsaid until your reach a certain age. When you get closer to hitting puberty, I'll tell you."

"Is most of growing up like that?"

"Pretty much. We're here. Daniels' Magical Technologies." Harry looked at the building and saw it was a massive 20 story building.

"Whoa. Impressive."

"Wait till we get inside." She brought the Impala to the parking garage below the building and to the executive parking spot. Harry felt the ground move and looked out the window. He saw they were being lifted up towards the ceiling as a panel retracted.

"Really?"

"What can I say? I like flashy." Soon, the Impala was in the top floor penthouse amidst a collection of other vehicles with a door leading out of the personal garage. Harry saw a couple of people standing at the door.

"Who're they?"

"My assistant, Cindy, and head of security, Sam. And they look upset…"

"Do they have reason to be upset?"

"…Maybe…"

"You didn't tell them you were leaving, is that right?"

"Shut up, Kid. Come on." They got out of the car and headed to the two women. "Hey guys!"

"Ms. Daniels," said the shorter woman. She was about Isabel's height with brown hair held back in a ponytail, thin rimmed glasses in front of grey eyes, and wearing a smart black suit. "If you're going to shirk your duties, please let me know ahead of time so I can maneuver your schedule." She adjusted her glasses as she looked at Harry. "And who's this? A child you gave away after a fling a few years ago?"

"Do I look like I came from her?"

"Well, your attitude is similar enough."

"Geniuses need to stick together," said Isabel with a grin. "This is Harry. My new protégé."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," said Harry. Sam, the taller woman, standing at about 5'6" to Cindy's and Isabel's 5'2", with a pale complexion, dark green eyes, and short spiky red hair and wearing a black uniform with the company logo on the shoulder, sidled up to her boss.

"Cradle robbing, Isabel? That desperate for a man, huh?"

"Shut up! It's not like that you idiot!" She huffed and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "He's magical. Like us. Only his magic is a bit… unique."

"There's nothing unique about magic, Boss. It's all the same."

"Says the woman who saw, first hand, Eli's unique magic in the Marines."

"…Touché."

"And what makes…" said Cindy, indicating Harry.

"My name is Harry, ma'am."

"…Harry's magic unique?"

"Harry," said Isabel. "Would you kindly demonstrate your magic for us?"

"I don't know if I can control it. I think I need a piece of technology nearby."

"Sam, hand harry your radio and flashlight."

"Alright, I'll bite." She handed the young boy handed the young boy her equipment and watched him. Cindy and Sam watched with stunned expressions as Harry's eyes adopted the blue digital lines and he started taking apart both pieces of equipment "What's up with his eyes?"

"Not sure. But when they get like that, he can see blueprints and understand how to construct and improve technology." She held up the smartphone Harry built on the jet. "And this thing is even better than Apple's iPhone. Faster download speed, less lag time between commands. Less power consumption. More memory space. Hell, I don't know what else he put in this thing."

"Do you have a workshop up here," asked Harry. Isabel snapped and a hidden door opened. He brought the two dismantled devices into the room and started working. Sam and Cindy watched him as Isabel stood nearby, grinning at their shocked expressions. Harry tested out the reconstructed flashlight and set the light to multiple settings. "Your flashlight now has four settings. Normal," he shined the light showing a normal amount of light for a standard flashlight, "black," he flicked the switch changing the light into a black light, "strobe," one more flick and the light changed back to normal before flashing in rapid succession, "And UV." One last flick and the flashing stopped before the light shined brighter than before, blinding them slightly from it reflecting off of some scrap metal.

"Turn it off, please," said Cindy. Harry flicked off the light as the women blinked their vision back to normal. "Thank you."

"Sorry. Didn't think about reflections."

"It's fine, Kid. Just give us more of a warning next time."

"And my radio," asked Sam.

"Can receive and broadcast at a wider radius. Without using the broadcast function, it can be used in tandem with the strobe setting on your flashlight for audio and visual disorientation on any intruders." He pressed a button and sounded a deafening noise for a couple of seconds before turning it off."

"Damn. Make me some more of these things, kid. My team's tired of the old stuff. Compared to this, they fucking suck."

"Watch your language around children, Samantha," said Cindy, adjusting her glasses. "And the same goes to you, Isabel."

"He's gonna learn this language eventually," said Isabel.

"That's not the point! It's inappropriate!"

"Alright, alright. We'll cut back on the cursing."

"Try to, at least," said Sam as she took her upgraded equipment from Harry. That's when she noticed the scar. "Whoa! You're Harry Potter?!" Cindy turned around and looked at him, spotting the scar. Isabel looked at them.

"Would you both calm down? He only just learned about his fame, and the fact his parents were magical, and that magic is real."

"Seriously," asked Sam as she leaned in close to him to see the scar. "Why the hell is that?"

"His relatives hated anything to do with magic, and by the sounds of it, Harry was forced on them. Though, why that is remains to be seen. Back to his magic, observing, improving and constructing aren't the only things he can do." She grabbed a wrench and saw a few exposed cables close to Cindy. She grinned. "Cindy, catch!" She tossed the wrench at her. Cindy saw the wrench coming and shrieked, trying to cover her head. Harry pictured the wires reaching out and catching the wrench. The wires shot out, catching the wrench just before they could hit Cindy. Sam noticed something about the wires and looked at them closely.

"Hey, they've got the same lines as Harry's eyes. Check it out." Isabel got close as Cindy glanced up, feeling nothing hit her.

"How did I miss that before," asked Isabel as Cindy glared at her.

"Miss Daniels! I've told you countless times! I am not a test dummy!"

"You're fine, aren't you? Besides, I knew Harry could react fast enough. He did the same thing when his bastard uncle threw a picture frame at me before he died of a heart attack."

"And what did you do to warrant him throwing something at you?"

"Cast a silence spell on him when he yelled at me after I released Harry from the cupboard they, get this, forced him to use as a bedroom. Come to think of it, did they even feed you," she asked as she turned to Harry, finally noticing how short and skinny he was.

"Barely anything. At least I got decent meals at school."

"Bastard took everything mainly for himself, huh?"

"What do you think?" Isabel sighed before turning to Sam.

"Can you make sure Harry gets a proper diet and exercise? The latter isn't my forte, being a dhampir and all."

"Yes, yes, you've been lording your superior physical attributes for years. Damn you and your cheating biology for the thousandth time. Some of us have to work to look this good, you know?"

"You still can't compare to me." She grinned as Cindy pinched the bridge between her eyes.

"Miss Daniels, please stop. We have a schedule to keep up. You have a meeting with your R&D head, he wants to up his budget for a new project he wants to get pushed through."

"Please don't tell me it's that hovercraft thing again."

"It's the hovercraft. He wants to get it off the ground, no pun intended, before 2015."

"And that's what I get for hiring a man obsessed with Back to the Future." She sighed as Harry yawned again. "Harry, you should find a spare room to call your own and try to get some sleep."

"I'm fine. Besides, I want to see the R&D department."

"You're going to keep trucking on just to play with new toys, huh?"

"I am 7."

"You're too smart and mature for your age. Alright, come on. Cindy, tell Walter to get some tea ready for later, I think Harry's gonna need it when he's calmed down after seeing R&D."

"On it, and remember not to get too carried away in R&D this time."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Could you be serious for once?!"

"No, this is me, deal with it, Cindy."

"I do 'deal with it', I'm asking if you can turn it off for one moment."

"Can you remove the stick from up your…"

"Child present, boss," said Sam.

"I know she was going to say arse," said Harry. "It was one of Vernon's favorite words to use."

"You must've learned a colorful vocabulary, then," said Sam.

"I'd quote it, but I think Cindy would wash my mouth out with soap."

"She would," said Isabel. "Trust me, I know. She's done it to me a few times since I hired her."

"A lady should not use the kind of vocabulary," said Cindy, adjusting her glasses as the rode an elevator down a few floors. "It's vulgar and rude. The same reason goes for why you should not use such language, Harry"

"At least around Cindy," said Isabel with a smirk. Harry snickered as Cindy glared at her boss.

"Better get used to that, Harry. This is them on a good day," said Sam, walking beside him and messing with her upgraded flashlight.

"You two have known Isabel longer than I have, can you tell me why she has a folder filled with naked pictures of herself on her phone?" The women stopped as Harry kept walking. They turned to their boss who was blushing darkly.

"Isabel…" said Cindy, glaring slightly. Sam grinned.

"Not a word, either of you…" said Isabel. Harry noticed they'd stopped and turned around.

"What's wrong?"

"Why did he see pictures of you naked," asked Cindy in a hushed tone.

"Kid managed to charge my iPhone, which had died, using a car battery, and started looking through it as I waited for the ambulance to check up on his aunt. That's how he found them."

"How did he unlock the phone?"

"I think his magic did it for him."

"Your password was 1234," said Harry, two feet in front of them. They jumped and Cindy and Sam glared at Isabel.

"Come on, Boss," said Sam. "You're probably the smartest woman of your generation, and you pick that password? That's not safe."

"I needed something easy for me to remember!"

"There's easy to remember," said Cindy. "And there's reckless."

"Everyone just shut up and keep walking, Kid…"

"Can't ground me, not a legal guardian yet."

"He's got you there," said Sam.

"Shut up," she said, annoyed. Sam grinned as Cindy shook her head. They made it to the R&D department and ducked as something flew at them.

"Heads up," shouted a man wearing goggles and a lab coat over an outfit that looked like Marty McFly's. He stood at 6'4" with dark skin and dark brown eyes. Harry watched as it crashed into a wall. "Dammit," said the man. "There goes another one."

"Zed…," said Isabel. "How many does that make now?"

"Uh… 3…"

"Zed…"

"400." Isabel sighed.

"Can't you just move on from this?"

"No. We will have the same tech as the movie by 2015!"

"You may develop it, but mass distribution won't happen for years. At most you'd get, 3,000 distributed when your design is revealed. Why try to catch up to the movie?"

"Because! It was an amazing advancement in cinema history and paved the way to what science can do in the future!"

"You just want to recreate scenes from Back to the Future Part 2 without magic, don't you?"

"Oh, so much." Harry chuckled at his desperate look. "Uh… who's the kid? Isabel's long lost love child?"

"Watch it, Zed. I can cut your funding."

"I'm too important for you to do that."

"And you may be replaced by Harry," said Sam.

"Really? What can a kid do that I can't?"

"This." She switched her flashlight to UV and shined it in his eyes.

"Gah! Not cool!" He blinked his eyes back to normal before taking the light from her. "What the hell?"

"Kid's good," said Isabel. "His magic helped with that."

"Weren't you the one who told me magic generally shorts out anything electrical that's not properly shielded?"

"Don't believe me? Harry, would you kindly show Zed here what you can do?" Zed gave her a skeptical look but said nothing as he showed Harry to a workbench with some random tools on it. Harry looked around and spotted a design for a prosthetic arm and gathered the pieces he needed for it. Zed watched as he walked around the room, gathering equipment and spare parts from his workers.

"Wow," said Zed. "So inspiring."

"Shut up and watch, Nerd," said Sam with a smile.

"I resent that term. I'm more of a geek, than a nerd." Harry's movements had attracted the attention of the rest of R&D.

"Hey Zed," said one of his coworkers. "Who let the kid in here?"

"Our boss did. Apparently, he's almost as good at building things as I am."

"Better," said Sam. Cindy stayed silent but nodded in agreement as the three women watched Harry.

"Please," said the man. "As if there's anyone who can… beat… Zed…" He trailed off as he watched Harry start replicating the design from the blueprints perfectly and without even glancing at the blueprints again.

"What the hell…" said Zed.

"I'm calling bullshit on this," said a woman behind Zed. "There's no way a child can assemble an advanced piece of tech like that."

"Not just assembling," said Isabel. "See his eyes? Notice the light blue lines along his irises? That's him using his magic. He can see blueprints and replicate, modify, and/or improve the design from just a glance. Not only that, he seems to be able to control technology without a remote or a direct connection to it."

"I've never heard of magic doing that," said Zed.

"And until a few hours ago, neither did I." Harry paused in his work before looking at the robotic limb and shaking his head. He wandered around the lab and checked several pieces of tech before selecting one and bringing back to the workbench. After 30 minutes of working on it, the mechanical prosthetic arm was finished. Harry brought a device he crafted over to Zed.

"Put this on your head and wave." Zed looked at it and saw it was a small head device shaped like a tiara with sensors to be attached at the temples.

"Did you have to make it look like a tiara?"

"Made it specifically for you." Isabel snickered as Sam chortled. Cindy shook her head but didn't hide her amused smile.

"Oh, so that's how it is. I'll remember this, kid." He placed the device on his head and waved. The prosthetic moved at the same time. "Whoa…" The rest of the R&D department watched the display and gaped. Harry frowned as Sam and Isabel smiled at him.

"Dang it. There's some lag."

"What," asked Zed. "It looks fine. It's moving at the same time as I am."

"My magic says otherwise. I tried limiting the amount of lag time between the prosthetic and the device by using a different wiring medium, but it's still not enough."

"Harry," said Isabel. "It's fine. You just did something none of us could ever do even after years of study and practice. Good work, kid!" Harry smiled slightly at the praise.

"Thank you."

"How did you do that," asked Zed.

"I don't know. I just do it."

"That's not all he can do," said Isabel. "He can directly control technology with his thoughts, read, decipher, and write computer code in less than a minute. And apparently know how something operates and if there's something wrong with it. I think it's only the tip of the iceberg. We were going to run some tests and see what else Harry can do. Interested?"

"Magic that can manipulate technology? Sign me up!"

"One condition, though."

"Uh oh."

"No more working on hover technology."

"What?!"

"You nearly took our heads off with whatever you were working on before we got here!"

"It was a minor setback."

"Losing power with an insufficient power source is a minor setback," said the woman behind him. She stood at 5'6", had long brown hair and tanned skin, and light blue eyes. "Almost decapitating the boss, and losing the only prototype is a bit more serious."

"Thank you, Sasha. It's nice to see you talk some sense into your husband."

"Someone has to. Otherwise we'd never get any other projects done."

"That hurts, Sasha…" said Zed.

"You know I love you, Zachery. But you can be a bit obsessive about hovercrafts. It gets annoying to those who don't know you."

"Sorry…"

"Whipped," coughed Sam.

"Samantha…" said Cindy.

"Yes?"

"Make yourself useful and take Harry to the penthouse. He looks like he's about to collapse. Isabel, remember, after this we need to meet with Danzo Akagi of Akagi Industries. I believe he's bringing his wife and niece over as well."

"Oh, I forgot they were coming."

"I thought that was the case. They will be in the usual meeting room."

"That's fine. First, I want to see what else is on the chopping block and how fast they can recreate Harry's prosthetic."

"Come on, Harry," said Sam. "Let's head back up."

"Alright, Sam," said Harry. He took one step before he almost collapsed. Sam caught him and sighed.

"Poor kid." She picked him up. "If that bastard wasn't already dead, I'd kill him myself. Who the hell beats up a kid?!"

"Vernon Dursley, apparently. I did some research on him during the flight over here. An unremarkable man, responsible for a car crash that killed his only son, Dudley, and blamed everyone but himself, if what Harry told me is anything to go by. Worked for Grunnings, a drill company that has subpar equipment. Was sacked a few years ago as the company was bought out and replaced some of its workers. He'd been living off unemployment and whatever he got from his only living blood relative, Marge. She's a dog breeder and known for raising vicious and aggressive purebreds. I noticed a scar on Harry's leg when we were on the jet. Looked like a dog bite, a few years old."

"Your kidding," said Zed as he and Sasha stepped closer to them, the rest of the workers.

"Wish I was. Look at him, Zed. Doesn't he seem a bit short for his age? And look at how scrawny he is. When I got there, they were keeping him in the cupboard they forced him to sleep in. I checked out the house. Three bedrooms. One of them was the master bedroom. Harry said Dudley, his late cousin, had both of the other rooms for himself and when he died, they didn't touch either and kept him in the cupboard. The more I learned of Vernon and his family, the more I was glad he died at my feet."

"Did Harry see it," asked Cindy.

"No. Before Vernon stopped moving, he checked up on his aunt, so he didn't actually see the death, just what led to it."

"He was still there for it. It has to be traumatizing to have witnessed someone dying."

"He seemed calm. I think he didn't care what happened to the bastard. He was just relieved not to be beaten for the simplest things. Who in their right mind thought they'd be the right people raise Harry is either stupid or senile."

"Well," said Zed. "He's under better care now."

"You gonna adopt him," asked Sasha. Isabel faltered slightly and hesitated to answer.

"I… I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not exactly mother material. Cindy, why don't you do it?"

"Because having children was never part of my plans for the future. And he's your protégé, he's your responsibility, no one else."

"Sam?"

"No can do, Boss."

"Don't ask us either," said Sasha. "We enjoy our… private life. If a kid comes from it, then we'll raise that one. But Harry has to be your responsibility. You want him to be your protégé? You want to give him a better life? Then suck it up and adopt him. Lord knows he needs someone to act as a proper role model."

"If that's the case," said Zed. "Maybe Cindy should adopt him. She is the only one who can be a proper role model, and it's not like it'll interfere with her career." He turned to her. "You can adopt him and make sure he's raised properly. Isabel will make him into a mini-her. Sam's, well Sam. Can you honestly say either one of them would be a good mother for Harry?"

"Zachery, it's not that simple."

"How is it not simple? Harry needs a guardian and proper role model. You are the only one who can make sure he's raised properly while making sure he's taught how to be a good person."

"I really think it should be Isabel who…"

"Would you trust Isabel not to turn this little boy into a younger male version of her? You know how she is."

"I can be mature if I want." They turned to her with deadpan looks of disbelief. "You guys suck. And no vampire jokes or your getting a pay cut!" Cindy sighed.

"Alright. I'll adopt Harry." She adjusted her glasses. "It'll make for a decent change in pace, and it'll ensure Isabel doesn't do anymore permanent damage to his underaged mind."

"Meaning," asked Sasha.

"Harry got into her phone and found her nude pictures of herself," said Sam. They turned to her as she blushed.

"Really, Isabel," said Sasha.

"Shut up. I was testing the camera on the iPhone and how detailed it is."

"And you didn't delete them because…"

"Cause I look good," she grinned, only to stop when Cindy smacked her upside the head. "Ow!"

"Delete them, now."

"Alright, alright."

"How is it that Cindy isn't the boss of this company," asked Zed.

"She doesn't have the technical know how, nor does she have the money."

"So, she's mostly here to keep you in line?"

"Seems accurate," said Cindy with a smug smirk.

"Oh sure, gang up on the boss. Sam, get Harry to Cindy's room instead of the Penthouse then."

"Sure thing boss."

"Cindy, why don't you go with them, make sure your new son sleeps well."

"Are you going to remember your schedule?"

"Yes, yes. Just go." Cindy nodded before following after Sam, wondering how the next few years will be.