A/N: The timeline is officially shot. The season 7 finale where Anubis is defeated above Earth won't happen, in part because the repository was found much earlier. Besides, his forces will be busy battling the Ori Priors coming to the Milky Way. I don't even know if he still intends to use the Ancient Weapon at Dakara.


"What's going on?" was the first thing Harry asked after apparating into the SGC briefing area. The gate room below was a hive of activity. People dressed in formfitting gray and blue jumpsuits moved to and fro, chatting with enough volume to permeate the thick glass of the observation window he stood behind. Muggle gear was sprinkled amongst them, but it was the sheer quantity of it that surprised Harry. Carter appeared from the circular metal staircase and greeted him with a nod.

"That's the Atlantis Expedition. They're set to depart in an hour."

Harry raised a curious eyebrow. "Atlantis? As in the city-ship?"

That caught Carter's attention.

"It's a ship? We assumed the translated texts Daniel found were exaggerating."

The Wizard turned to face her. "Of course. The Ancients had a number of them. Three in Pegasus if I recall correctly, though one was more like Vegas than anything else."

Sam didn't really know what to say to that.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

Harry looked amused. "Why didn't you tell me about the expedition?" he gestured to the gate room.

"Touche."

Harry followed her down to the control room. So the muggles want to lay claim to the Lost City? Well, Harry really didn't have any interest in a structure as large as Atlantis. But simply letting the foolhardy Tau'ri do as they damn well pleased was not in his best interest. There was a reason that city was 'lost'.

Pegasus held all sorts of nasty surprises, the biggest of which was the Wraith. The Wizard paused halfway down the stairs. Odd, up until a minute ago he had no previous recollection of all this. It was like his brain was compartmentalizing the Repositories information and accessing portions when his thought process determined the data to be relevant. Quite useful, but it also made him feel like his own subconscious was hiding things from him.

The thought was concerning.

But, the fact of the matter was that he couldn't let the muggles go unsupervised. But neither could he spend all of his time babysitting them.

Harry groaned, pulling his right hand over his face. Why hadn't O'Neill informed him sooner? Well, he doubted they'd stop just because of his (rather justified) warning. Hmm, maybe he should Fidelius the gate?

No, probably not the best idea. O'Neill might sic Frasier on him. Well, if he couldn't stop them, he might as well join them, right? With a very rough idea of what to do, he announced his leave.

"Ok Carter, I'll be right back in a jiffy. Just have to go get something."

He apparated to the Spee, not even giving the blonde Air Force Officer time to reply. Once there he rummaged through a storage room that rivaled the room of Requirement back in Hogwarts in both size and amount of crap contained within. The expansion charms layered on the inside of the ship came close to having the square footage of the San Diego Convention center. As a result, Harry had begun to amass a wealth of…stuff.

Ok, so he was a borderline hoarder. I mean, who really needs a room the size of a quidditch stadium filled to the brim with colorful plastic balls, a fifty-foot diving board, rope swing, and slide? I just isn't healthy.

Right, back to the reason for his foray into this part of the ship. Somewhere in this multi-hectare space was a pair of vanishing cabinets. He actually had a room full of them, but that was a story for another day. These latest two he'd nicked from a shady-looking dark artifact mover in Honduras, back when Jackson decided to play hostage with that imbecile Lee. Harry threw them in here as he'd no need for them at the time.

"Ahh, here we go." The tacky brown furniture pieces were shrunk down and collected. He dropped one of them off in the originally named 'Vanishing Cabinet Room' and stuck a post-it note to the front door that simply said 'Atlantis' in his barely legible scrawl. It sat next to 'Orilla', 'Io base', and 'The North Pole'

Back in Cheyanne Mountain several hundred men and women were clogging the hallways of Sub-level twenty-eight, each clutching a crate or piece of equipment. All wore heavy rucksacks.

Weir was giving a speech when the young Wizard appeared on the ramp next to her, nearly shoving her off in the process.

"Pardon me," he stated cordially. The woman looked put out by the casual display of magic, as did most of the others. The gate SF's knew better, as did the General. O'Neill just shook his head and gestured the expedition commander to continue. The speech wrapped up and the gate began churning away. Harry, for all intents and purposes, looked like he was waiting to catch a transit bus.

"Harry-," The newly minted General stated in a calm tone that hid his troubled thoughts. He'd recently been promoted after Hammond finally retired. For real this time!

"-what are you doing?" The fact that he was using the intercom to ask this made the conversation very public.

The Wizard shrugged. "Just a quick round trip to Pegasus I guess. I'll be back in a few minutes." Potter retorted nonchalantly.

O'Neill and SG-1 looked very skeptical.

"You do know this is a one-way trip." Jack pursed his lips. Harry simply dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

The Gate activated with its signature ka-woosh and the recon MALP rolled through.

Out of sheer petty childishness, the Wizard ran through the event horizon a few seconds after the device reported back, shouting "First!" as he did so.

It was a typically Harry thing to do. Or so everyone that knew him thought. It also imensely annoyed Weir and the marine colonel who was in charge of security.

Once on the other side, however, he quickly raised the hidden floor control dais and accessed the cities power plant controls. The ZPM's, he noted, were nearly spent. The last still held a sliver of power, but the subspace pocket it drew from was virtually devoid of energy. Using the shield for ten millennia would do that though. Honestly, he was shocked the generators hadn't burned themselves out by now.

Without ever having set foot inside this place Harry made a beeline to the closet transporter, selecting the power generation section on the map display. Lights popped on as he ran through the deserted hallways. The additional power drawn from them on the overall system was minimal but made him cringe nonetheless. It was a miracle the city wasn't completely flooded already.

After several confusing lefts and rights, the central power room finally came into view. He quickly removed the two depleted modules from his enchanted pouch and slotted in fresh ones he'd brought along. With a few commands into the crystal console, the city started to draw power from the new modules. He then replaced the third.

Satisfied, Harry apparated back to the gate room.

"You!" the dark-haired Brunette pointed at him, flanked by several marines, all of which had their guns trained on him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Who, moi?" he asked in a condescending tone. "Oh, I don't know? Saving all of your lives, perhaps? You're bloody lucky I decided to stop by the SGC today, otherwise, you'd all be dead very soon."

Weir went from angry to looking confused. "Excuse me?"

The Wizard crossed his arms, looking at the woman like she was an ignorant child.

"Do you even know why the Ancients abandoned this place? Or why no one has found it since?"

The Wizard pointed to the stained glass windows and several dozen heads swiveled in response.

"Is that…?"

"Water. And judging by the amount of light filtering in from above, I'd say we're pretty far down. I just swapped the nearly depleted Zero point modules for new ones. You know, the ones powering the shield and holding the ocean at bay?"

It wasn't often that Harry got snippy with people, but the sheer stupidity of these particular muggles boggled the mind. Granted, they couldn't possibly have known about the cities current whereabouts, so perhaps his anger was better vented on Jackson and O'Neill, aka the pilloks who deciphered the gate address and approved the mission to go there, respectively. But he was mad regardless, and this 'Expedition Leader' was currently pushing his buttons in all the wrong ways.

Thankfully it was dawning on them just how close they'd gotten to imploding like a submarine. Weir paled, watching as members of her expedition stepped into the Gate room's adjacent spaces, activating lights and life support systems.

The muggles lowered their guns, not that they were a threat to him anyway. Bullet deflection charms had been around since the war with Grindelwald over sixty years ago, though in recent years they'd fallen out of style amongst most of his peers.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed, fully intending to cut to the chase.

"Look, I brought along a device. A magical device." The vanishing cabinet emerged from his expandable pouch and expanded to its normal size. The McKay fellow with the big mouth tried to interrupt but Harry wouldn't let him.

"Magic is real. If you argue with me I'll turn you into a bidet for a month." He warned the Canadian. The two French members within earshot looked aghast. "For those of you that don't know, it's an Arse rinser."

That seemed to do the trick.

"Anyway, it allows me to travel here without using the gate. I'm going to check up on you fools every once in a while, and teach you how to use the systems in this place properly."

Weir went from angry out to looking grateful. But the Wizard wasn't done and held up a finger. Call it a weird habit he'd picked up from Thor.

"Had I known about this plan earlier I'd have shut you all down before this little group ever got assembled. You have no idea what's out there." He gestured to the still active gate, still spewing people and equipment.

"And don't think I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. This city is valuable, and I won't have a bunch of primitive muggles like yourselves destroy it out of ignorance."

The angry look returned to Weir's face, and most of the other people listening. Being called stupid was never nice, especially when most of these people held multiple doctorates. But hey, if the shoe fit.

"Get settled in, and for Merlin's sake don't go off-world until I've briefed you."

Harry eyed the serious-looking Marine with the hat that wore a permanent scowl on his face, making sure he understood Harry loud and clear. With that last bit of advice, he entered the cabinet and vanished. A muggle repelling ward on the threshold would prevent any of the Atlantis members from following, and more importantly accessing the Graf Spee.

Not fifteen minutes after leaving Harry apparated into Cheyanne Mountain for the third time that morning, shocking the members of the expeditions still queueing to pass through the gate to Atlantis. Jack on the other hand wasn't really surprised. It was time to 'chat' with O'Neill and Jackson in regards to their poor decision-making.

oOo

Dobby was confused. His captors had stopped their horrid interrogation days ago. In that time he'd been mostly left alone, with the door to his cell only opening for food and water. The strange disk-shaped machine hanging from the ceiling was the only illumination. The spinning blue light was hypnotic in a way, and the Elf found himself spending much of his time staring at it.

His ankle was still shackled with the strange metal, and unlocking it using Elf magic hadn't worked thus far. Being tethered to his cell apparating wouldn't work either. In fact, Dobby's magic felt oddly muffled. Tears began to well in his eyes. No one had ever been able to imprison Dobby like this. His master needed him. And worse yet punish him for his absence. Every day spent in here assured Dobby that his master might not stop at a few broken bones.

Looking around one would expect his conditions to be that of squalor, but being a house-elf cleaning was hardwired into them. The household spells still worked, though he exhausted himself greatly performing them. Despite the dark and cold, the walls, floor and ceiling were spotless. The only dirty thing in sight was the tattered tunic Dobby wore.

With a loud grinding noise, the heavy metal door swung open, allowing glaring bright light to shine inside. The emancipated creature used his hands to shield his extremely large eyes. Three human muggles entered. One holding a sort of ceramic vessel.

Even against the painfully white background though Dobby could clearly see their eyes glow.

oOo

After ripping O'Neill and Jackson a new one things turned frosty between the SGC and Potter. Nothing serious mind you, everyone just needed some time to cool their heels. The Atlantis expedition had crammed the vanishing cabinet into a small space with the door facing a wall, probably in response to Harry's warm introduction.

It had been a blast getting back out, especially considering he couldn't apparate inside the magical artifact. In retaliation he chose to place it in Weir's new office with a permanent sticking charm, robbing her of the nice view of the gate room she'd otherwise enjoy. It seemed like the proper response.

Thankfully the Woman had heeded his warning and not given in to the urge to explore, both within the city or outside of it. Instead, they'd dialed Earth and received more supplies and people. Potter walked over the short catwalk overlooking the larger chamber, pausing to look at what the on-duty control room crew was doing, out the window, then back at them.

"So, do you blokes like keeping the city parked underwater or something?"

McKay glared at him from one of the consoles in the control area. "We haven't been able to lift the city…yet."

Harry snorted. "Well, good luck doing it from here."

In reality, he'd already linked his neural interface with the city. It was older, and a bit different from the Asgard systems he was used to on the Spee. But the Lantian city accepted his virtual handshake with something akin to excitement; as if happy someone was finally living within its towers and spires again. It wasen't sentience by any means, but something like Hogwarts. Old places tended to aqauire these traits. It certainly explained some of the haunted places on earth.

Having riled up the Canadian sufficiently the Wizard headed to the briefing room, leaving the civilian to ponder his words. At least until he got up and followed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" the scientist nearly shouted. McKay, he found, was a very angry man.

Weir, Sheppard, and several others were already in the spacious room. His new friend followed behind, ranting about the unfairness of it all. Harry settled into one of the chairs and kicked things off.

"All right, I'm sure General O'Neill has briefed you all in regards to who, and more specifically, what, I am. My presence here is as a consultant only, or as a failsafe, in case you people royally screw the pooch and need me to bail you out."

Harry looked around, none of his usual goofiness to be found anywhere. I'd prefer it if that didn't happen. Earth is currently locked in a war with not one but two very powerful Alien races. Adding a third to the mix is a very bad idea."

Sumner, the marine with the inability to laugh, leaned forward, picking up on what Potter was insinuating. Though he didn't like the younger man's attitude, his abilities and combat skills were well known, even in the Corps. General O'Neill, for a flyboy at least was a man that had seen more action than even Sumner himself. The man had vouched for this punk, and that was good enough for him.

"You're saying there's a powerful potential threat to humanity in this Galaxy?" His rough voice cut through the annoying bickering between Mc Kay and a Czech man with round glasses.

Instead of answering Harry activated the Holo emitters in the room using the neural interface and pulled up an example of a Wraith. The people around him leaned back, concerned, but Harry reassured them by waving his arm through the projection.

Weir for the moment ignored the strange humanoid creature and focused on Harry.

"How are you doing that?" Weir asked, sounding excited

The Wizard leaned back in his chair and tapped his temple. "Neural interface. I have complete access to the cities systems."

He paused, looking at Sumner before adding; "Including weapons and shields." The marines got all hot and bothered over that, but Harry guided them back on topic.

"This is a Wraith." He gestured at the ethereal-looking creature. Under the bright lights, its platinum hair almost glowed.

"It's a humanoid insectoid hybrid that is physically more powerful, faster, and generally more durable than your average homo sapien. They are cunning, ruthless, and ultimately the reason this city now lies at the bottom on the ocean."

The group looked pensive, and the lecturing Wizard took it as a cue to continue.

"The Ancients waged war with the Wraith but were far outnumbered in both ships and foot soldiers. Ten millennia ago the city was their last bastion. During the final battle, the Lantians abandoned the Pegasus Galaxy for good and returned to the Milky Way via the Stargate, sinking the city in the process."

It was a very quick and dirty summary of the events that happened in Pegasus. Honestly, Harry could have talked for hours, not that he'd want to.

Elizabeth leaned back, eyes closed.

"Is that all?" she tried to say lightly. Harry tapped the sturdy metal table with a finger.

"Pretty much. Oh, and they can literally suck the life force out of a human."

Sheppard leaned forward, still coming to terms with the whole life in the galaxy thing. A month ago the Lieutenant was ferrying around the brass like a glorified chauffeur.

"Like a Space Vampire?" he whispered.

Harry smirked. "Basically. Though they don't bite you. At least not with their teeth."

A very old Holo video he found in the cities databanks began playing, showing a Silver Haired 'Wraith' planting its hand on a male human. Within a minute the young brown-haired man had prematurely aged to look like a hundred.

The team looked nauseous, which wasn't helped by the fact that the room had excellent speakers, allowing everyone to hear the screaming and sucking noises as if it were actually happing.

"This is what you're up against if you're not careful," he said somberly.

Over the next hour, the Wizard explained Wraith tactics, methods, and most importantly of all, the culling of human populations using the gate or via Hive ships. No doubt Weir would summarize these things in her report and hand it over to O'Neill, who in turn would forward it to the American Joint Chiefs. If the Muggles knew what's good for them they'll pull the plug right then and there.

If not? Well, sooner or later they would pick a fight with the Wraith. If that happened, they'd figure out pretty quick where these new humans had come from. While Harry was reasonably certain the Hives couldn't cross the huge distance between Pegasus and the Milky Way, Atlantis was a different story. The city would likely be their first target.

If the Tau'ri really did wake the Wraith, Harry would fly the ship back to the Milky Way.

Potter left, promising to be back in three days. His general mood by that point was foul. It was yet another complication, and though far away, it had the potential to spiral out of control very quickly indeed.

He just hoped these people had heard to the saying; 'Let sleeping dogs lie.'

oOo

Something was very wrong. Very, very wrong. The muggles had done something to him. Dobby could feel it. He remembered when they entered his cell, then nothing. But they had freed him sometime after. His head felt as though he'd hit himself with the solid metal candle holder in the formal dining room a few too many times.

In the brief moments of lucidity, Dobby had apparated back to his Master's home and curled up in an unused room. For some strange reason, his old sleeping area was gone. A fog was setting in, clouding his mind. J-just like before, when…

The look of fear and confusion morphed into a cold, uncaring mask. He slowly rose, testing 'his' balance and examining his hands and arms. With an experimental flick of the wrist, an ornate dresser sitting on the far wall leaped into the air and crashed against a large mirror. A truly maniacal grin graced the Elf's face as it gazed down at its own reflection from a large mirror shard. Dobby's enormous eyes glowed brightly.

oOo

Contrary to what most people who knew Harry thought, he wasn't predisposed to use only Wands. He would regularly use muggle guns, alien energy weapons, and just about anything useful he could get his grubby mitts on. The key was bringing to bear something the enemy was ill-fit to deal with. Across most of the universe that was his trusty eleven-inch Phoenix and Holly, or when things got dicey the Elder Wand.

Right here and now, crouched inside a cramped broom closet in Malfoy manor his weapon of choice was a rugged and magically tweaked P-90. Voldemort, or what passed for this worlds Voldemort was sitting at the head of a table of Death Eaters, feeling pretty good about himself. He'd just personally come back from a raid that went rather well for him. He was poised to take the ministry soon. Wasn't that nice?

Or so he thought! With the Horcruxes gone and his pet snake set to blow in just under thirty seconds, things were about to go south for the pale noiseless bastard. On cue Nagini popped like a wet balloon. Harry burst out of the closet, the sound of the door opening masked by falling bits of snake and angry Dark Lord.

A few saw the door open, but the would-be assassin didn't give them time to contemplate the severity of the situation. He took aim and pulled the trigger. Nine hundred rounds a minute, or fifteen a second sounds pretty darn impressive. With an unlimited magazine and projectiles that engorged themselves after leaving the barrel, it was like having a 20mm Vulcan canon at his disposal. The rounds were explosive-tipped for added entertainment.

Voldemort, who was wailing over the loss of Nagini was cut in half instantly, being the primary recipient of the first 50 or so of the projectiles. The anti-recoil runes kept the weapon steady as Harry mowed down every single one of the twenty-plus enemy combatants in the room in a matter of seconds. A few managed to get off spells, but with his body disillusioned and clad in Kull armor they never even got close.

As quickly as the violence started it stopped again. Brass shell casings clinked on the polished dark hardwood floor, creating a very visual color contrast. There was a small pile of the things around his feet. Harry must have held the trigger longer than he thought. Whips of smoke rose from the rifled SMG, covering the various foul odors wafting from the fresh corpses. One groaned, and another showed faint signs of life. He finished both with short bursts.

The previously immaculate room was in shambles. The rounds that had missed detonated on impact with the surroundings, blowing watermelon-sized holes in the plaster walls. Talcum dust hung in the air like a thick fog, and a light dusting already covered his armor.

Harry picked up Riddle's wand as proof that the deed was done. Albus would be happy…he hoped. Satisfied that he was done, the wizard tossed one of his Naquadah enhanced grenades into the mangled pile of bodies and apparated away. To be honest it felt like a big anticlimax.

Godric's Hollow was just another quiet sleepy village this fine evening. The same could not be said for a certain cottage. James Potter just received word that the newly rebuilt Malfoy Manor simply ceased to exist. The head of the Potter house was hard-pressed to keep a straight face when Madam Bones fire called him with the news. If word got out that his 'son' was behind the string of events happening over the last few months he'd be sacked and most likely banished from England, if he was lucky.

"Lily, where are my boots?" the senior Auror hollered, dressed for battle and sporting some stylish checkered socks. A knock on the door momentarily put his search on hiatus.

"Harry!" the middle-aged wizard embraced his almost son with the force of a thousand car compactors. It wasn't meant to be endearing.

"Hiya old man." Harry wheezed. "How's life?"

James eased up. "To be honest you've caught me at a bad time," he stated, feigning ignorance. "Some strange report about the Malfoy family mansion being destroyed. You wouldn't happen to be involved, would you?"

Harry had to suppress a grin. "What terrible news! I'm shocked to my very core!" he said with an even voice. The Auror ground his teeth, suppressing the sudden urge to strangle the young man at his door.

Next Lily thundered down the stairs, closely followed by Sara.

"Hey guys, one at a -ufff" The young wizard was tackled by the horde of redheaded Potter women and nearly knocked to the ground.

"Uncle, un…cle" Tapping didn't work either. Finally, after what felt like an eternity the pressure eased. "Harry, where in Merlin's name have you been?" Lily was cupping his cheek, which made Harry slightly uncomfortable. The whole family affection thing was ok and all, but Lily was generally a very touchy-feely person. It didn't help that he had a thing for redheads.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Things back in my world haven't been going too hot lately. I finally got some shore leave and came here as soon as I could."

That was a lie. Harry did as he damn well pleased. In reality, he'd told Hammond and O'Neill five minutes before actually leaving about his plans to take a few days off. His surrogate family proceeded to riddle the young man with questions about Vala and what he was doing.

"Does she know you're married to Tonks?" Sara blurted, sounding scandalized. Harry hadn't seen her since her birthday. Or Nym for that matter.

Truth be told the latest Ori offensive had delayed the timetable for his anti-Voldemort campaign somewhat. With the Horcruxes gone and Riddle aware of this he'd needed to finish the job quickly, hence the reason for being on this side of the Mirror tonight.

Well, thankfully it was over now. Even if Tom had managed to make another(which was highly unlikely), there was simply no one left to perform the ritual for the scaly bastard. But the best thing about his well-executed demise was that Harry didn't have to worry about his new Families' safety any longer.

One thing was odd though. How had the Malfoys managed to; a. rebuild their Mansion so quickly? And b. convinced Riddle they weren't the guilty party after the Gringotts raid?

It would have taken some serious groveling on their part to pull it off. While he pondered those things the boy who lived to cause people grief cranked up the pity to max.

"She doesn't." he sniffed. "Vala left me for a muggle who likes to dig in the dirt for a living."

Lily looked smug, no longer caring that he was dating a Black, even though she was technically an extended family member. Sara hugged him compassionately, and he brushed a crocodile tear from his left eye. Lily joined in soon after.

"Well, isn't this touching?" James said sarcastically, not buying it for a second. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to work." He glared at Harry. "No thanks to you!"

The wizard raised his hands, the girls still hanging off him. "Hey now, I just took down the Dark Lord….again. A little thanks would be nice."

The Auror opened the front door and shook his head.

"Oh by the way 'dad', can you tell your Ddaughterin law to come over once her shift is done?" And as if he could read his dad's mind he added; "And don't force her to do overtime!" James grumbled as he left.

oOo

"Hey, Stranger." He greeted her from the couch. Tonks shook off her wet coat in the small foyer and moved to make way for her boss, who was equally drenched. It was really coming down out there. Harry shot a wandless heating and drying charm at the pair, never even looking up from the paper he was reading.

"How big was the hole this time?" It was a rhetorical question. He'd tested the powerful grenades and found they had an effective blast radius of over a mile. Of course with backfilled material from the last hole, it might have been exaggerated further. For some reason, the Manor was exactly where it had been before. Well, had been.

"This isn't the first time you blew up Malfoy Manor?" It seemed Tonks hadn't heard everything that night in the DMLE evidence lock-up. She smoothed over her inner shirt. Drying charms always left the material feeling rough and scratchy. She didn't like it much.

"Officially no, but let's not kid ourselves." Harry had similarly denied any involvement when this world's SGC had rung over the communications mirror not an hour ago. They'd inquired as to why their new ship had picked up a large Naquadah powered explosion in the UK.

Harry didn't even know about another muggle ship sitting in orbit, else he'd have kept the Ha'tak for storage or something. He put the paper away and gave the dirt-smudged Metamorph a peck on the cheek on the way by.

"Interested in some tea? You two look miserable."

Lily joined them shortly after, hair wrapped in a towel. "Welcome back, Honey."

James flashed her a brief, but tired smile.

"All right Harry, explain yourself." He figured they'd want answers, hence why he'd brought the Penesive along, now sitting next the muggle electric oven. The relatively short strand of memory hung on his wand before he flicked it into the basin.

Five minutes later…

"Merlin's Beard, Harry! I thought you were pulling my leg!" the senior Auror muttered. Harry, sipping his second cup of Earl Gray, shrugged.

"Does Dumbledore know?"

The younger Potter shook his head.

"Not yet. He disapproves of my methods, and this one involved quite a bit of killing. I doubt he'll be happy." The china clinked as he set it down on the coaster. "I'll inform him tomorrow. With lots of bystanders around of course."

Harry looked at James then.

"By the way, did you notice who else was sitting around that table?"

The Auror didn't look pleased. Sure enough almost all the individuals Harry and James had handed over to the Ministry from the Gringotts skirmish had been present. They'd been busted out of the holding cells before any of them even set foot on Azkaban. The incident had cost Fudge his job, and Bones had been given free rein over her department, along with nearly unlimited funds. A blank cheque so to speak.

James grunted a less than pleased affirmative.

"So, where's Sara?" James asked in an attempt to steer the conversation away from his mass-murdering son.

"She spending the night at a friend's." Well, what's left of the night anyway. Lily glanced at the clock. It was almost one in the morning.

"Harry, why don't you and Tonks spend the night." She suggested. "JP is visiting tomorrow. I'm sure he'd like to see you."

The 'couple' made eye contact. "I don't know, Lily. Nym looks in desperate need of a shower and your husband already called dibs."

"Nonsense dear, James can simply use the ensuite."

Darn, he didn't know they had one of those. Harry gave the Pink haired Witch a look that said; 'I tried'

"B-But Mrs. Potter, I don't have a change of clothes." Tonks tried to apply the brakes. Things were rapidly spiraling out of control, and that mad twinkle in Harry's eye was concerning, to say the least.

"I'm sure Sara won't mind lending you some." Her 'Mother in Law' herded the mud-covered younger woman up the stairs, leaving James and Harry alone.

"Having second thoughts there, son?" James had picked up on their hesitation.

Harry snorted before finishing his cup. "Please, I don't know the meaning of the phrase." He patted his old man on the back and left the kitchen, presumably to head upstairs.

Things were about to get awkward.

oOo

The rain had managed to fill up the new depression in the earth about a third by the time the Aurors had left. Thousands of ringlets rippled over the surface as the heavy droplets of water fell from the heavens.

Suddenly a mud-covered pale gray hand shot from the dirty surface, a ribbon device securely wrapped around the limb. The rail-thin and battered House elf dragged itself ashore, panting hard. It's eyes though. They didn't look tired. Instead, an unholy fire burned within them, fueled by vengeance and anger.

"Bad Harry Potter", the magical being spat, sounding every bit as disgusted as its now deceased master. "Dobby will make you pay for your crimes." Lightning stuck in the background, illuminating the two-foot creature fully for a brief second.

oOo

She stumbled into the room wearing a tight Weird Sisters T-shirt and some Hippogriff pajamas. Harry lounged on the bed, still fully dressed.

"Looking good Nymphe-"a shoe came dangerously close to hitting him in the face.

"Don't call me that." She tussled her bubblegum-colored hair with the towel a bit, attempting to wrestle some more moisture out of it before sitting down. She didn't like drying charms. They made her Hhairfrizzy.

"So, Mr. Potter." She asked playfully. "What are your intentions tonight?" Tonks had a few moments to collect herself whilst in the shower. The prospect of sleeping over at her boss's house had thrown her off her game a bit, especially considering she was to share a bed with someone she barely knew. But she was nothing if not bold.

Harry propped his head up with an elbow, watching the way her hair clung to the nape of her neck. To be honest he hadn't expected that question from her.

"Hmm, quite honestly I didn't foresee this. I wonder if my mother has any ulterior motives involving Grandchildren."

Tonks laughed at that, dismissing the idea. She had plenty of years before even wanting to consider the possibility. But a little practice never hurt, especially with someone as fine-looking as Harry. Years of fighting evil forces across the Galaxy had really done wonders for his physique, and thanks to some Asgard Wizardry of their own he now rose to almost six foot even. As she joined him on the edge of the bed though her aching shoulders were making their presence known.

"Well, considering you're directly responsible for me wading through a muddy pit all night I feel the least you could do is…" she tapped her lip, pondering what to ask. "give me a massage?"

She turned her head coyly, watching him out of the corner of her eye. Harry though rolled over, giving her the cold shoulder.

"Harry, you prat!" she lightly swatted his shoulder.

"No, not interested." Was the muffled reply.

"Ah, too bad. And here I was thinking a deep tissue, full-body no exception mineral oil massage."

He practically fell off the bed trying to get up.

"Huh?"

"But, since you declined…"she continued without missing a beat.

Harry growled. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing, woman. That's just evil."

She wore a completely innocent expression as she faced him.

"Is it?" The already tight shirt stretched audibly as her bust increased twofold.

Potter gulped. What had he gotten himself mixed up in?

The goofy grin on both their faces the next morning said it all. James on the other hand had large dark rings under his eyes and didn't look anywhere near as happy as those two. Madam Bones had personally tasked him with finding out who was behind the repeated destruction of Malfoy Manor.

Just like before there wasn't much left to sift through, and only James and Tonks knew that most of the Ancient and most noble pureblood heads of house were dead.

The next few weeks were going to be very interesting. Well, at least the Dark Lord was dead. Not in a million years did he think that would be a silver lining. Leave it to Harry to cause a bureaucratic nightmare worse than the last war.


A/N: Alas, poor Dobby got taken host by a Goa'uld thanks to the compromised Trust. So sad. Well, with Voldemort gone someone had to take his place. Personally, I think house-elves would make great Hok'tars. It will take some time for the Symbiote to adapt to a house elf's magic, hence why Dobby still has moments of self-control.

On a side note, I've been laid off recently, so for the foreseeable future, I'll be writing resumes and not fan fiction. This little nugget is everyone's Easter gift.