Harry Charged out into an alley way, via Hermione's phone. "Thanks again for letting me come with you, Hermione, Mrs. Granger."

"It's no problem," said Emma Granger as they started walking down the street. "But, why couldn't you come with your family." Holly blinked into existence.

"They're all busy. Cindy has a business meeting with Danzo Akagi of Akagi Industries while Isabel is installing electrical equipment on the Hogwarts express for the Technomancers, Zed and Zeke are trying, once more, to build a proper hovercraft, and Cole and Harry aren't speaking."

"You and your uncle aren't speaking," asked Hermione.

"It's a long story," said Harry. "I'll explain later. For now, we have uniforms to buy and I have a wand to pick up."

"Oh right, happy birthday."

"Thanks, Hermione. I can Charge you and your parents to the company later."

"Just Hermione, dear," said Emma. "We have a few dental appointments to take care of."

"Alright. Where are we going to get our custom uniforms?"

"Me and Hermione are going to a shop I frequent. I believe there's one for men around the corner."

"Thanks again for convincing Professor Dumbledore to change the uniforms, Harry."

"Well, I figured some people would feel more comfortable in No-Mag suits and other clothing rather than robes. I mean, it seems more practical and there won't be as many people walking around with…" Harry gestured to a wizard leaving the Leaky Cauldron with a wetsuit. "I still can't believe some people think that's proper No-Mag clothing. Fucking idiots."

"Language," said the Granger women. Harry cringed, unused to anyone but his mother criticizing his choice in vocabulary.

"It's not like those words are particularly bad. The logic behind them being bad makes no sense."

"They're rude," said Hermione. "So you shouldn't use them."

"Like I care about sounding rude. I say what's on my mind."

"And how often do you have to deal with trouble because of it."

"One has correlation to the other."

"Denial," said Holly, floating beside Hermione.

"Shut up." Emma looked at him as they entered the Leaky Cauldron and made their way to the entrance to Diagon Alley.

"You don't have to buy Hermione an owl, Harry. She can message you with her phone."

"It's for magical mail and conversing with people who don't have technology yet, but you want to speak with. You shouldn't limit yourself to just being friends with me and the twins," he said to Hermione with a smile. They made their way to Gringotts and saw Goblins scrambling. 'Someone must've tried to go for the Stone already. Dumbledore must've had someone remove it discretely earlier today.'

"Excuse me," Hermione asked a goblin. "What's going on?"

"Someone tried breaking into a vault earlier today. We're trying to figure out how."

"Who would…"

"It's none of our business," said Harry. He gave Hermione a look that said 'I'll explain later' before turning to the goblin. "Excuse me. Is Coin Master Griphook available at this moment?"

"He's in a meeting with the High King."

"Then we shall wait for his meeting to finish. May your enemies drench your blade in blood." The goblin turned to him and recognized him instantly.

"Harry Potter."

"MacGrath, actually. But if your records still show me as Harry Potter, then I shall go by that."

"I shall inform Griphook of your arrival as soon as possible."

"Take your time. We're in no hurry." Harry led Hermione and Emma to a sitting area where several wizarding treats were laid out.

"Who is Griphook," asked Hermione.

"The Potter account manager." I only met him once and that was when Isabel took me here to notify the goblins about my adoption in the Mundane world. Isabel and Cindy have their own accounts in Gringotts America. I have a trust fund that I can only access once I formally become an employee at D.M.T. But I have the inheritance from my birth family as well which I can access when I come of age at 16. Until then, only a little bit is put into a small trust account for personal use during my school years."

"How much money did your parents have?"

"Considering my father was more than likely the Head of House when he died, and I was told I'm the last of the Potter Main Branch, it's practically all of the Potter fortune. Let me put it this way. The richest person in the world, currently, is Carlos Slim with a net worth of $74 billion. The Potter family fortune when converted from Magical to Mundane currency, ranges about… $9.2 million, give or take a few thousand. And that's from the Main Branch alone. The Secondary Branch, my distant relatives, have their own account that I know nothing of. If I pass away without an heir to take my place as Head of House, the $9.2 million gets added to their account and they become the main branch. At least from what Griphook told me when we first met."

"Y-you're rich?"

"My family is rich. I myself have not yet amassed a fortune of my own."

"On the contrary, Lord Potter," said a voice behind him. Harry turned around and saw two goblins. One he recognized as Griphook, the other he had never met before with what seemed like a skull shaped crown on his head. "You do have a significant amount of personal money from your investment in Daniels' Magical Technologies," said Griphook.

"Oh right, I forgot about that."

"Mr. Potter, Mrs. And Ms. Granger. Allow me to introduce the Goblin High King, Angor." Hermione and Emma bowed nervously as Harry grinned and extended his hand.

"A pleasure, truly."

"Not a formal greeting for once," said Angor. "A pleasant surprise." He shook Harry's hand before turning to the Grangers. "No need to bow before me. I don't know where you humans got that greeting for a royal, bowing."

"More than likely from rulers who thought themselves above everyone else and wanted to show it by having them bow," said Harry.

"Bah! You should always greet someone face to face. Shows you see them as equals, despite their standing, and it avoids getting your head lobbed off." Hermione shot straight up, now nervous.

"Relax, girl. You've done nothing to warrant a beheading. Now, I believe you have business with Griphook here. I shall make myself scarce. Good day."

"He's not like other goblins," Harry told Griphook.

"A fact I'm well aware of. Now, please follow me, Mr. Potter." He turned to the Grangers. "You two will have to stay here, I'm afraid. Family business is not to be shared with outsiders, unless they are Betrothed. Are you…"

"No," said Hermione quickly, a blush coloring her cheeks at the mere thought of it.

"Alright then." Harry followed him to a back room.

"Must you do that with every girl I bring? First Sakura, now Hermione."

"I'm merely seeing if your betrothal contacts need to be voided, Heir Potter, nothing else."

"By default, they should be voided already. My name is no longer Harry Potter."

"No, but you are still Harry Potter by blood and Heir to the Potter Main Branch. You have responsibilities to uphold."

"Have you contacted the Greengrass and Bones families?"

"Yes. Both families are willing to discuss the contracts at your earliest convenience."

"I still feel bad about these contracts."

"Can't be helped. James wanted a power structure within the Wizengamot that could help stop the old ways of the Dark Families with his alliance, but everything fell apart except the Betrothal Contracts which still need to be upheld unless both parties agree otherwise." Harry sighed.

"Well intentions screwing me over in the end once more."

"Once more?"

"Dumbledore stuck me with my horrible relatives after my parents were killed. His Blood Wards went wrong, and I ended up with horrible luck and an abusive uncle."

"Blood Wards? Has the man truly lost his mind?"

"He tried deciphering a prophecy, what do you think?" Griphook shook his head as he led Harry to an office.

"I trust you've gotten your monthly update on the Potter Vault?"

"Of course. Thank you once again for staying on as account manager."

"Your family has always been good business. And you especially, your weapons have proven to be very fun to for us."

"Glad to see the non-lethal tasers and sonics have been a hit."

"More than a hit. A rowdy wizard was dropped in one hit with one of those tasers, watching him writhe in agony was very rewarding."

"Good to hear. Now then, as to my visit."

"Going on a shopping spree in the Alley?"

"Just buying an owl for Hermione and getting my wand."

"Given your unique magic, I assume a unique wand is being made?"

"More unique than anything, I think."

"400 Galleons will be taken from your account then."

"Still don't know why you just won't let me build you a digital system that's compatible with magic."

"Takes the fun out of seeing stingy wizards cringe at the mention of losing money."

"And you love seeing us in misery."

"Only the worst. Will there be anything else, Mr. Potter?"

"About the silver…"

"No discussion will be held about our Wrought Silver, Mr. Potter."

"Worth a try, I guess." He shook Griphook's hand and left the office for the lobby. He found the Grangers waiting for him where he left them. "Well, where should we go first?"

"It's your money," said Emma. How about we get you your wand first then head over to Eyelop's I believe it was called?"

"Yes. Alright then, let's go." Harry walked with the Grangers to Ollivander's and saw a two people there, a girl and a woman both with red hair.

"Where did he go now," asked the woman.

"Behind us, no doubt," said Harry as he turned around and saw Ollivander searching a shelf above the door. The girl and woman jumped at Harry's voice and Ollivander smiled.

"Hello again, Mr. MacGrath. Here for your wand, I take it?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Ollivander. But it seems I've arrived at a bad time, you already have costumers waiting."

"Sorry," said the girl. "We won't be long." Harry looked at her and felt a pull on his magic slightly.

"Sorry, are you Susan Bones?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" The woman with Susan looked at him and thought he looked familiar.

"Hello," said Harry, shaking her hand. "My name is Harry MacGrath. Though, you may know me better as Harry Potter." Susan's and the woman's eyes went wide with recognition at the name.

"Is it always like that when you mention your birth name," asked Hermione.

"No, usually there's more brown nosing and praising."

"That's why you look so familiar," said the woman. "Sorry, I'm Susan's aunt, Amelia. I met your parents a few times years ago."

"You're the Amelia my birth mother wrote about? The one who was dating my godfather, Sirius Black?" At the mention of that name, Amelia's face darkened.

"That bastard," she said. "It's a good thing he's rotting in Azkaban right now. After what he did, death is too good for him."

"Except if he's innocent."

"You believe he's innocent," asked Susan.

"Well, I know he was never given a trial, ever. He's just been locked away in Azkaban since he was apprehended."

"But," said Amelia. "He had to have had a trial. He couldn't be put into Azkaban without one."

"Unless your predecessor just sent him there to save time, without any evidence, and without just cause. I take it you didn't look further into his involvement that night. The timeline doesn't match up. At the same time my family was attacked, Sirius was seen with a redheaded woman in a hotel in London…"

"Attending a charity ball for a Muggle cause…," finished Amelia. Harry looked at her.

"You were with him, weren't you?"

"We went to a charity event that night before we were supposed to head to dinner. Then, suddenly, he just leaves. I didn't know where he went."

"More than likely, his magic was alerting him to me being in danger. My birth mother wrote in her journal that Sirius and my father partook in the Godfather Ritual. If anything were to happen to my father and I was in danger, my godfather would be alerted instantly."

"He must've been responding to your distress…" Amelia paled as the realization of what had happened 10 years prior became evident. "Sweet Merlin… I left him to rot in there… I…"

"Were responding with anger in the face of apparent betrayal. Emotions were high at that time. The Light families were losing the war and losing hope. My birth mother defeating Voldemort marked the beginning of an uneasy peace. One where speedy politics can get things moving faster so things can be forgotten quicker." Harry looked at them. "This, however, leads to those with money buying their way to amnesty even though they're guilty as sin."

"I need to get Sirius a trial."

"Can we get it done in the next month," asked Hermione.

"Maybe. But it's risky. The Dark Families will not want this to happen."

"Why not," asked Harry. "Technically, this means that even they can be put in Azkaban without evidence or a trial. They'll want to get this done as quickly as possible, justified or not."

"You want me to strong arm them?"

"I find calling it, aggressively coercing, sounds softer and more acceptable."

"You sound like a businessman."

"Well, I am being groomed to take over Daniels' Magical Technologies over in America."

"I've never heard of it."

"Not surprised. Your Dark Families have been keeping the Wizarding UK stagnant, just to keep their wealth, which is controlled by the goblins anyways, fucking idiots."

"Language," said the Grangers, making him cringe again. Holly blinked into existence, startling the Bones women.

"I'm starting to think you like scaring people, Holly," said Hermione.

"Whatever gave you that assumption," asked Holly.

"Just a feeling."

"An accurate one, nonetheless. Harry, you're being rude, not making introductions."

"Right, sorry. Susan and Amelia Bones, I want you to meet my friend Hermione and her mother, Emma Granger." The women shook hands and Harry gestured to Holly. "And this is Holly. My A.I. assistant."

"A.I." asked Susan. "As in Artificial Intelligence?"

"I'm surprised you know about that."

"Susan has been learning about Muggle devices for a couple of years now," said Amelia.

"And yet has never heard of D.M.T., odd. We're only the best source of technological achievements in the world."

"Someone's humble," said Susan.

"Considering I'm technically the heir to the company, despite only being the adopted son of the CEO's assistant, I take pride in our company's work."

"And the fact that he's invented a sizable amount of their best selling devices has nothing to do with that," said Holly.

"I can't tell if she's being sarcastic about that or not," noted Hermione.

"She's half joking," said Harry.

"An A.I. with a sense of humor," said Susan. "That's a good sign. At least it won't try to take over humanity."

"Well, not yet," said Holly. Susan and Amelia blinked and stared at her, making her sigh. "That was a joke."

"One that's getting old," said Harry as Ollivander finally climbed down from the ladder he was on.

"Now then," said Ollivander. "Allow me to find a wand for Ms. Bones, and then I'll present you with yours, Mr. MacGrath." Harry nodded and sat close to the door next to Hermione and Emma. They watched as Susan tried a few wands before Ollivander found one that fit her. Hawthorne with unicorn hair, willingly given, 9 ½ inches, flexible. "Wonderful!" He received the payment for the wand before turning to Harry. "Now then. The main attraction."

"I've waited a month to see what you managed to do."

"I didn't do anything. When you mentioned that metal would better suit someone with your magic, I went to the goblins at Gringotts and found one willing to work with me on crafting metal into the wands, for a fair sum on his part of course."

"Did he use Wrought Silver?"

"Yes, actually. When I mentioned that silver has the greatest conductivity out of all metals, and that we were working with a Thunderbird Storm for a Technomancer, he insisted to test it out. He's in the back, finishing up the wand. I'll get him."

"Technomancer," asked Susan. "You're a Technomancer?"

"What is that," asked Amelia.

"A mage who's magic not only doesn't short out technology, but actively works with it."

"That's not possible."

"And yet," said Harry. "As of a month ago, there are enough Technomancers around the world for it to be recognized as an official branch of magic by the ICW."

"How is it you don't know about this, Auntie," asked Susan.

"No doubt the Wizengamot refuses to let knowledge of it spread through the community. Particularly those who's businesses depend on being in a stagnant state of technological advances. Newspaper publishers, for one. The information age has rendered their specialty pretty much useless in the Mundane World."

"Radio as well," said Susan. "I've read about televisions and how they're more entertaining than radios. If we ever modernize, it may put both out of business."

"Well, not completely for radio," said Harry. "It's still used for music, sports and occasionally news for those on the move. I've spent hours listening to songs on the radio back home. The radios also act as a last resort communication with the public. The Voice of Truth used them and television broadcasts to deliver news back in Empire City."

"Wait, that was you?"

"Me and my adoptive uncle, Cole. Yeah." Susan looked at him with a look of admiration.

"You saved all those people!"

"I'm a little lost here, Susan," said Amelia.

"I can explain it later," said Harry. "I think Mr. Ollivander is returning." Sure enough, Garrick Ollivander returned to the front of his shop, a box in his hands and a familiar looking goblin in his wake. "High King Angor?"

"Ah, should've known this would be yours, Mr. Potter. Your magic has been one we goblins have greatly enjoyed in Gringotts, both here and in America."

"Well, my inventions can be truly entertaining." He turned to Ollivander who looked like a kid in a candy shop that had just found the greatest candy in the world.

"Now then, Mr. Potter. I present to you your, wand." He opened the box and Harry ogled the wand before him. "Goblin Wrought Silver, Thunderbird Storm, Ebony handle intricately woven into the metal itself. 10 ¼ inches, extremely malleable." Gingerly, Harry took the wand and the reaction was immediate. His eyes lit up with the telltale lines of Technomancers and the wand adopted the same lines itself. Harry's magic flared and connected with the wand, electricity sparking around his body for a second before stopping.

"Give it a wave, lad," said Angor. Harry did just that and a line of light trailed behind the tip of the wand, much like the lights of a sports car at night.

"Simply amazing," said Ollivander, quietly.

"That is quite the connection," said Angor. "I see Wrought Silver truly is the greatest conductor."

"High King Angor. May I make a meeting with you at a later date? Perhaps before I leave for school."

"Sorry, I am extremely busy. However, I have a few free days during the Winter Break. We can set up a meeting then."

"Thank you," said Harry, shaking the High King's hand. Angor nodded and left the shop. Ollivander turned to harry and smiled.

"This has to be my single greatest accomplishment. Thank you, Mr. Potter for allowing me to do this."

"Of course, Mr. Ollivander. How much do I owe you?"

"275 Galleons and 12 Sickles."

Harry purchased the wand, and a holster and turned to the Grangers. "To Eyelop's then," he asked them. They nodded and he turned to the Bones women. "A pleasure to meet you both. If you wish, I can send a phone to your home so that we may stay in touch."

"$200 American," said Hermione with a grin as Harry paused, remembering Isabel's insistence on no more free phones.

"I'll… cover the charges."

"Thank you, Harry," said Susan with a smile. He said goodbye to the Bones before they left for Eyelop's Owl Emporium. Hermione picked a Eurasian Eagle Owl and named it Thoth. Harry grinned at her.

"Really? The Egyptian God of Knowledge?"

"Shut up, it fits considering I'll be in Ravenclaw."

"Confidant about that are we?"

"Of course." Harry spotted a Snowy owl and went over to it.

"Careful," said the shop owner. "She's not a people person."

"Then we'll get along splendidly, won't we?" Harry reached out and stroked the owls feathers. She flew to his shoulder and nipped at his ear lightly. Harry smiled as the shop owner gave the owl a look.

"No appreciation! I feed you and take care of you and you show a stranger more affection than me?! Fine, I see how it is." She grinned and looked at Harry. "Take care of her, kid."

"I'm not a kid. I'm a young man." Harry adjusted his tie for emphasis as he paid for the owls and cages. He turned to the Granger women. "Is there anything else we need from the Alley?"

"No," said Emma. "I believe we have everything."

"Then let's get out of here. The lack of energy is now starting to make me sick. Can't wait till we open a tech store in the Alley."

"Isn't that a long ways out," asked Emma.

"It may be sooner than we think. There've been several more Technomancers needing to be tased by the Goblins in Gringotts because they can't draw on nearby power sources, only nearby static electricity which can't sustain us for long. Hell, some of them only have a digital watch like Padma did. I can't keep letting my people go through this."

"Draco!" shouted a woman.

"Like now," groaned Harry as he ran over. "Step aside! Move!" The crowd stood apart as Harry got to a mother and her son the latter was convulsing on the ground. "Where do you live? How much electricity do you live near?"

"We only have a basic Muggle lighting system in our home!"

"How big of a house?"

"15 bedroom manor!"

"Dammit… Holly, suggestions?" She blinked into suggestion.

"Channel power through your wand. It seems to amplify your natural energy emission."

"Christ, ok. Everyone stand back!" He stood up and aimed his wand at the boy. "Hope this works…" Harry sent a stream of concentrated electricity to the boy who gasped and clutched at his chest. "Come with me. Both of you." Harry started leaving the Alley with the Grangers, the mother and son close behind. Harry led them out into London and to a tech store owned by Akagi Industries. He led them to a display showing a 70 inch plasma widescreen tv and looked at the boy. "Mimic what I do." Harry held out his hand and drained a small amount of electricity.

"How the hell do you expect me to do that, Mudblood?!"

"Oh the irony in this," grinned Harry. "News flash, dick, you almost died. I saved your life. Listen to what I have to say, if you want to keep living, got it?!" Harry ignored the looks from customers in the shop as the boy glared at him. "Those seizures will keep happening unless you do as I say." The boy glared for a few more seconds before extending his hand to the tv. Harry saw the boys blue eyes show light green circuit lines as he absorbed enough energy from the tv to shut it off. "Congratulations, you're a Technomancer, Class Alpha. You're gonna need to learn the ropes."

"What the hell is a Technomancer?!"

"It's what you and I are." Harry activated his eyes and Holly landed on his shoulder as he controlled wires from the tv to break through and aim at the boy like snakes coiled to strike. He paid the store manager for the damages and led them to a diner before turning to the Grangers. "You two can go on ahead to get your uniforms, I'll find the shop I need to go to by myself and meet you when I'm done."

"Are you sure, Harry," asked Emma.

"Yeah. I've been having to explain more people back home about what we can do. This won't be more than a few minutes." Emma nodded and they went to their next destination after giving Harry the address of where he was going to go. Harry led them into the diner and ordered a cup of coffee when the waitress came to ask them what they'd like to drink. The boy's mother ordered for him before he could even open his mouth. Harry noticed and looked at her.

"I'm familiar with Muggle establishments and food."

"I can tell. You know how to sit in a diner. Your son, on the other hand, is sitting like he runs the place. And he looks like he's ready to kill someone. You're going to be spending a lot of time in the Mundane World, Guy. I suggest you try and look like a No-Maj."

"I am not going to…"

"Draco, hush," she ordered. Draco looked at his mother before crossing his arms with a grunt. "What do you mean, Mr. …"

"MacGrath. Harry MacGrath. Technically, I'm the First Technomancer, but that title should belong to a man four years dead. And what I mean, Mrs. …"

"Malfoy."

"As in Lucius Malfoy, the Death Eater?"

"Alleged Death Eater," said Draco.

"Stop defending him. The Imperius excuse may have worked against the corrupt government body in the Wizengamot, but not the rest of the world. Getting back to the point. Technomancy is a new branch/school of magic. One where your magic can directly interface and control technology and data from computers and other devices. That being said, it has weaknesses as well as strengths that normal magic does not. One of which is that you need a constant field of electricity nearby to power your magic, the lights in your home work well enough, but I suggest you get some more devices, preferably modern ones that you can more effectively draw energy from."

"They won't work in a magical home, idiot," said Draco.

"Yes they can. Simply order devices from Akagi industries or my mentor's company, Daniels' Magical Technologies." He handed a business card to Draco's mother. "We provide technology to both the Magical and Mundane worlds in several countries around the world. And since we discovered my magic four years ago, we've been trying our best to help more and more Technomancers as they keep popping up everywhere."

"Magic controlling technology, I never thought that would ever be possible."

"Well it is. And you need to get used to it." Holly flew over to Draco and looked him in the eyes."

"Get your damn pixie away from me!"

"I'm not a pixie," said Holly. "I'm the world's first advanced A.I. and Harry's personal assistant."

"She's a computer with emotions, to put it in words your feeble brain can understand," said Harry. Draco glared at him. His mother kept him silent as the waitress came back and gave them their drinks. Harry told her they were only going to have the drinks and she walked away. "Your magic is going to cause you some control problems now that you've fully charged yourself. From now on, any bathing needs to be done with specially filtered, non-mineralized water so you don't short yourself out. At least once a day, you'll need to expunge and collect energy from electrical devices to make sure your magic works on a current. My uncle has found he needs to do the same thing. He's an Alpha Technomancer, like you. I am a Beta Technomancer."

"What's the difference," asked Mrs. Malfoy.

"His magic more directly affects energy while it can be channeled with specialized tech. Mine more directly affects machines and allows me to build, modify and enhance devices. There are also some other tricks I can teach you and the other Technomancers once we get to Hogwarts in a month."

"Teach me now, if it's so important," said Draco.

"No. Because I don't have the time, and I don't know half of the things you can do. I'd have to talk with my uncle and we're not speaking with each other right now." Harry stood up and left money for the drinks on the table. "Mrs. Malfoy, please take my words to heart. Draco needs technology nearby at all times or his magic will kill him." With that, Holly sat on his shoulder, he adjusted his tie and left the diner.

"He's charming," said Holly.

"Sure, if you think obnoxious, self-entitled, spoiled brats are charming. He's going to be a pain in the ass, I can already tell." Harry went to the address Emma gave him and walked into the shop. "Hello? Anyone in here?"

"One second," called a voice from the back. "I'll help you in a bit!" Harry looked around and nodded, liking how the suits looked. He saw a man with short brown hair walk to the front and smiled.

"Hello, sir. I find myself in need of a few new suits for the upcoming school year and was hoping to purchase some from here while I'm in London."

"Well, you won't be disappointed. Here at Kingsman, we have only the best."

"I'll hold you to that, sir." The man looked at Harry.

"You look familiar."

"Well, I've been on the news a lot in the last four years. Either fighting terrorists with my uncle or at a company press conference with my mother and mentor about our latest inventions."

"You're Harry MacGrath?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, Mr. MacGrath, my name is Harry Hart. All I need is your measurements and the school crest and I'll get your uniforms finished in the next month. I'll even provide a few personal suits for everyday use."

"Thank you, Mr. Hart." Harry went through the measurements, paid for the suits using his Isabel's credit card and smiled at the shop owner before leaving. Harry Hart watched him leave before pulling up a phone.

"Merlin. Got a special order for one Harry MacGrath."

"You mean that young lad from the States," asked Merlin on the other side of the call.

"The very same. I say we give him some Kingsman Specialties."

"He's not…"

"He fights fanatical terrorists on practically a weekly basis, Merlin. He'll need some kind of edge against them."

"Shall I include the standard weapons as well?"

"Just the watch and suits. No need to give him everything right now."

"Alright. I'll get it done. But you're taking the flak for this."

"I know, Merlin. But we can't very well let a young boy fight without some protection now can we?"

"I suppose you're right."

Harry made his way to where the Granger women were and smiled when he saw them exit their shop. "Hey. My suits are going to be delivered to the company before school starts."

"Same with mine," said Hermione. "Now, your said you were going to Charge with me to your company?"

"Yes. Padma and Parvati tried it when we were modernizing Hogwarts. Perfectly safe."

"I'm holding you to that. If something happens to Hermione, it's on you," said Emma.

"You have my word nothing will happen."

"Good. Have fun you two. I'll take Hermione's phone so you can bring her back home." Hermione called Harry's phone which was still at the company. Harry took Hermione's hand, making her blush and Charged both of them through the phone.

(Author's Notes)

I told y'all that I'd be uploading chapters for this story faster. Three in one week, and maybe a fourth as well. Depends on how quickly I can get it together. And no, Kingsman will not play a prominent part in this story other than occasionally sending Harry some 'Specialty' items to help fight the First Sons and other threats. Sorry for anyone hoping to see Harry meet Eggsy in this story. Maybe in another story... Anyway. For those wondering what the item Danzo asked Harry to make and that he's not trained at, I'll show you next chapter. We're approaching Hogwarts, everyone. If you want someone to be a Technomancer, leave it in a review about who it is and which variant you want them to be. Beta like Harry, Padma and the Mysterious Girl from last chapter, or Alpha like Cole and Draco, surprised you with that, huh? Bit of a cliche, I know. But I have some big plans for Draco in the future. Until next time, Y'all!