Harry was walking down the main street of Diagon Alley.

As he strolled down the street, face hidden under a dark hooded cloak worn from travel and heavy use, Harry took in the sights of the renovated Diagon Alley.

He spied old shops lining the street, fully restored from their previous state of destruction, and new shops replacing old ones that have lost their owners in the war. Ollivander's wand shop was open as the old man was one of the few that was fortunate enough to survive through his captivity. Fortescue's ice cream parlour was sadly replaced by a new shop selling wizarding trinkets and a few other odds and ends. As he absent-mindedly assimilated the changes, Harry reminisced on the past few years.

It has been close to three years since the final battle at Hogwarts.

With Voldemort's downfall, the surviving populace had soon regrouped and set about restoring peace and order to wizarding Britain. Harry was hailed as the new saviour, 'The-Man-Who-Conquered', succeeding the role originally held by Albus Dumbledore. Wherever Harry went, he was laden with praise and adulation by his adoring fans. It was overwhelming for Harry, to the point that he decided a break was necessary after spending three months assisting in the post-war rebuilding of Hogwarts and the magical government.

It was about a month before Hogwarts would recommence for its new academic year. During the celebration of his eighteenth birthday, Harry had fabricated a story of having felt the shortcomings of his education and wanted to embark on a journey around the world to discover the hidden depths and mysteries of magic. He would return a better man and a more powerful wizard to lead and protect wizarding Britain. The wizarding populace had taken his words jubilantly and prayed for his safety and success.

Harry wasn't lying.

He had every intention to do exactly so, but it wasn't why he wanted to leave Britain. Harry could go back to Hogwarts for his final year of education and take his N.E.W.T.s before traipsing around the world, but he didn't. He wanted to get out as soon as was possible before he lost his patience with everyone around him. Every single moment he had spent after his victory over Voldemort, he could feel the metaphorical cage closing around him. A gilded cage, to be fair, but it was not what Harry wanted for himself. He did not want to sit around like a fucking piece of meat to be drooled over. The titles and positions the Ministry had heaped on him meant little to him. His education and upbringing left him woefully unprepared in the political arena and he did not fancy staying cooped in an office signing documents for the rest of his life.

Having made his excuse, Harry bade his friends farewell and made haste to the airport. He would start off his journey travelling the muggle way. There would be less chance of the reporters or government officials catching his trail if he stayed away from magical means of transportation during his journey.

Not everyone agreed with Harry's decision.

Ron wanted Harry to stick around. They had the public's attention and adoration whenever they went out together. Girls were tripping over themselves trying to get their attention. With Harry leaving, there would be a noticeable decline in his popularity and invitation to parties. Harry's response was a quirked eyebrow and a bland statement: "Maybe you should be paying more attention to Hermione than those birds around you, don't you think?" Ron had huffed indignantly and complained that Hermione was too busy helping with the reconstruction and preparing for the new school year.

Hermione was too busy to persuade Harry out of his sudden bout of wanderlust. She was too preoccupied with balancing multiple tasks now that the war was over. Her parents had to be retrieved from Australia, and with their memories recovered, Hermione had to spend substantial amount of time with them to pacify their anger. The rest of her time was consumed by the reconstruction of Hogwarts, public appearances alongside Harry and Ron to stabilize the magical government, preparing for the new school year, and spending time with her newly minted boyfriend. It was all a delicate balance for her. She could only make half-hearted attempts at convincing Harry to return to Hogwarts for his final year. In the end, she decided that even without her help, Ron and Ginny should be able to convince him to stay. After all, they are his best friend and girlfriend respectively.

Ginny was furious. She had expected Harry to get back together with her after the war. Ginny had convinced herself that Harry was too busy helping with the aftermath of the war to ask her out. Once everything has settled, they would go back to Hogwarts and spend a peaceful year with frequent dates in Hogsmeade, soon after planning for their life together post-graduation. Yet, three months later, Harry had surprised them with his sudden announcement that he was going to travel abroad for a yet to be determined length of time. They had held a massive celebration for Harry's eighteenth birthday alongside Neville's. Everyone who had helped out during and after the war was invited to the party, and Ginny was expecting Harry to approach her soon. Things were starting to fall in place and a semblance of normalcy has returned to their lives as the new school year approached. Unsurprisingly, Ginny did not receive the news very well. She had demanded for Harry to stay and spend the last year with her at Hogwarts. Harry had simply apologized and told her not to wait for him before packing up his belongings and making his exit post-haste. He had no desire to stick around and wait for Ginny to rally the rest of the Weasleys into a concentrated effort to tie him down.

A couple hours after his birthday celebration, Harry was seated on a flight bound for France. It was the earliest flight out of the country, and honestly the candle on his birthday cake might still be lit given how quickly he had left the party. A fair bet, since they used everlasting candles.

From there, Harry spent a year travelling across mainland Europe, picking up new skills and magic during his travels. He made an effort to keep up with his seventh year curriculum with books he had purchased beforehand and learning any new branches of magic that he came across during his journey. The year after that, Harry left the continent and entered Asia. Picking up new languages became a necessity, as the predominant languages used in the magical communities in Asia were decidedly not English. Most of the communities adhered to traditions, similar to wizarding Britain, as such they mostly communicate and cast magic in their native languages. With the aid of translation spells, crude and barely functional as they were, Harry was able to adopt quickly to the new environment. The remainder of his journey, Harry had hopped across several continents and visited numerous countries. His pace had picked up as he mastered his Apparition skills and became accustomed to travelling. Languages became easier to learn after the first few he had struggled with.

Not long after, Harry found himself on a plane flying back to London. Whilst he had not seen everything the world has to offer, Harry had missed his friends. The third anniversary for the Battle of Hogwarts was coming up and Harry was hoping to spend some time with his friends and professors.

He had kept in touch with them through the occasional postcard. But he has never given them a return address lest they track him down. His return would be a surprise to most of them. Except for Andromeda and Teddy. Harry had invited them to visit him whenever he decided to stay in a country for a longer period of time. To date, Andromeda had taken up his offer during his stay in France, Japan, and California. Teddy enjoyed the trips and had a lot of fun on the beaches along the California coastline. Andromeda would admit that the trips were relaxing and she could share the burden of raising a child alone with Harry. During those brief visitations, Harry would receive updates on the happenings in wizarding Britain and what his friends were doing during his absence.

Harry relished the opportunity to spend time with his adorable godson and Andromeda. The news she brings with her was welcomed but Harry enjoyed watching her play with Teddy much more. The little tyke was growing so fast and had enough energy to tire both him and Andromeda out. Teddy's metarmorph talents were funny and entertaining which greatly reminded Harry of 'She-who-must-not-be-named' Tonks.

Andromeda was turning forty-six this year, and despite looking a bit weary, was every bit as gorgeous as he remembered her. She had ebony black hair that curled into loose ringlets near the ends as it framed her delicate face perfectly. The delicate eyebrows and luscious red lips reminded Harry of the Lady Malfoy as she leaned in to whisper in his ears that fateful night in the Forbidden Forest. Her breath had sent his blood rushing to his ears and he could feel his cock swell in his excitement, as she questioned him with an intense look on her face. It was a bewitching moment that Harry had relived multiple times over the years.

Just remembering it was enough for Harry to feel a stirring in his nether region.

Come to think of it, her husband is in Azkaban and Draco had been sentenced to two years of community service. She must be feeling lonely. Her situation was not too dissimilar to her sister, both living what amounts to a widowed life. If Harry played it right, he could probably remind her the usefulness of having a man around.

Something to look forward to when he returned.

Andromeda can usually be seen with a beautifully crafted silver locket adorning her pale slender neck. The locket was a gift from Harry when she visited him in France. Inside the locket was the wizarding portraits of the two deceased Tonks. Harry had enlisted the help of a silversmith and a specialist in wizarding portraits when he arrived in France. When Andromeda arrived with Teddy in tow, Harry had presented the locket to her. Andromeda had hugged the life out of Harry as she cried herself to sleep that night, murmuring her gratitude in his ears.

Before long, she had asked him to call her Andi.

Travelling downwards, Andi sported a pair of large, perky breasts. From what Harry could make out, they would barely fit in his hands. On the occasions that he caught Andi wearing muggle clothes, he could tell from the silhouette that they had a hefty weight to them. Surprisingly, Andi wore bras whenever she is wearing muggle clothes. The material was too thin to hide her nipples from poking through. Witches didn't wear any undergarments for their breasts as they are usually layered in robes. They had magic to support their breasts and generally found it too cumbersome to wear. Sometimes Andi would forget to wear her bra around the house and Harry would peek at them in what he assumed was a discreet manner. Though from the hidden smirks that Andi gave him, he was probably unsuccessful.

Andi had a slim hourglass figure and despite having been through a pregnancy, her tummy was smooth and taut. Nor could Harry find any stretch marks to hint otherwise. For a forty something year old witch, she was rocking a body that any teenage boy would die for.

Standing at 5'4", Andi was slightly shorter than Tonks. When she first visited Harry in France, Harry had only barely beat her in height by an inch. After several years of travel, exercise, and an appointment with a court physician in magical China who set him on a strict diet and martial arts regime, coupled with foul medicinal herbs to 'purge the impurities from his body', Harry had grown to a respectable height of 6'2". Coincidentally, the court physician was able to fix his eyesight with the explanation that the impurities in his body placed a lot of undue pressure on his optic nerves. Harry could only hypothesize that she was talking about his recent case of possession by Horcrux. By the end of it all, Andi's hugs would land her head at around his chest height. Harry was pretty sure she could feel his erection poking her in the stomach whenever she hugged him, as she would sometimes hug him tighter before brushing slightly against his cock as she brought her hands back down.

Having returned to England, Harry made his way to 12 Grimmauld Place. Kreacher had made his way back to the manor house hidden in the muggle neighbourhood after the war ended and had turned the place over into a manor worthy of the Lord Black. During his absence, the house was primarily used by Andromeda and Teddy. Harry dropped his things in the master bedroom and took a quick look in the kitchen, seeing only Kreacher, he greeted the wrinkled house elf and made his way out towards the Leaky Cauldron. He was most likely to find a familiar face at the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Returning to the present, Harry looked up at the massive building that has taken up an entire section of the street. The colorful design had spread across several lots as business seems to have been very successful for the past few years and the need to accommodate the growing crowds resulted in a veritable expansion. The twins were doing really well for themselves after the war. Fred had a near death experience during the battle and was caught in an explosion. After clearing the rubble, Fred's unmoving body had shocked the Weasleys before they noticed the slow rise and fall of his chest. Madam Pomfrey's desperate efforts were successful in resuscitating him. Percy had changed a lot from the experience and eventually decided to help out the twins at their shop. After a great deal of soul-searching, Percy had found himself sorely disappointed in his own actions and decided to step away from a political career. From what Harry had heard from Andromeda, the shop's management level is now staffed by the three Weasley brothers and their significant others.

A gander to his left and right, Harry saw that no one has noticed his presence as of yet. He didn't mind others knowing that he was back. It wasn't something Harry could hide for long, but he wanted his first meeting to be somewhat peaceful, without getting mobbed by the rabid masses. Making sure his hood won't slip, Harry opened the door into unmitigated chaos.

Ron was crouched a few feet away from the doorway restocking products on one of the lower shelves. Hearing the bells chime as the door opened, he looked up to greet the entering customer. Instead, he was faced with a tall man hidden under a heavy cloak that made it hard to distinguish his features. Awkwardly, Ron stumbled onto his feet and tried to reach for his wand stealthily.

"C-can I help you?"

Harry smiled at Ron's actions. It was soon evident that Ron had misplaced his wand somewhere as he shifted backwards slightly to put some distance between them.

Harry's height advantage usually created an intimidating air around him without having to even raise his wand. It was something Dumbledore used to great effect with his even taller stature.

Harry gave him a slight nod.

"I would like to speak with Messrs Fred and George Weasley if they are available." Harry enunciated clearly but his words were heavily accented.

Seeing an opportunity to mess with his friends, Harry made full use of his mastery of foreign languages to affect a French accent.

Not waiting for Ron's reply, Harry made his way deeper into the shop.

"W-wait! Uh... Please wait for a moment. I'll go get them. Just wait here at the counter." Ron gesticulated wildly with his arms in an attempt to stop the stranger's encroachment.

Some of the shoppers nearby watched the ruckus with interest. A tall mysterious man would make for an exciting topic for the gossips during lunchtime. Things had steadily returned to peace and nothing much of interest had happened in the past two years. The reformation of the Ministry had been a hot topic for a while, but for the common folk, it quickly faded in favor of the latest celebrity.

Glancing back at the hooded figure to reassure himself that the man had understood his words, Ron headed up the stairs behind the counter into the back office of the WWW. Harry could just barely hear Ron shouting for the twins

Harry looked around the shop in interest as he was waiting for Ron and the twins to come back. Most of the things on display were new to him. The twins had clearly been hard at work designing new prank items. Only a few of the more popular items such as the Canary Cream, Dungbombs, and Decoy Detonators remained in stock from their original lineup of products. The Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder was one of the few that the twins had removed from their stock. The use of the item against them had been devastatingly effective during Harry's sixth year. As a result, the twins decided to keep the items that are of a 'questionable' nature or could potentially be harmful in a separate pile that are accessible only to those they trusted. The items on display now were harmless and more playful in nature. Further back in the store, Harry could make out several products that are 'adult-oriented', and he could see several witches huddled around in that corner giggling to themselves.

A few moments after his impromptu inspection, Harry could make out several footsteps coming down the stairs. Turning back to face the counter, he saw Ron returning with the Weasley twins and Angelina Johnson following closely behind.

Harry shifted slightly as he admired Angelina's body. His ex-quidditch teammate has matured nicely. Angelina hasn't changed much since their Hogwarts years with her dark skin, brown eyes, and long black hair. It looks like she still favored her old hairstyle, having opted to keep her hair braided. Her breasts have grown slightly, at a delicious B-cup, though it was obscured by the rough work robes she had on. He could tell that she had kept her body toned through frequent exercise.

Spying a pretty ring on her finger, Harry assumed that she was either engaged or married to one of the twins. She had accompanied one of them to the Yule Ball, though Harry was having difficulties trying to remember which one. He'll keep his hands off her, with respect to the twins. They have done a lot for him over the years and they were earning him a respectable sum of galleons. Though he certainly had no problem ogling her figure when they weren't looking his way.

"How may we be of help, my dear fine gentleman?" One of the twins asked cheekily.

Directing his attention back towards the twins, Harry gave them a once-over. They haven't changed much physically. The same could be said of Ron. It was easier to identify between the twins given the faint scars that Fred had acquired from the Battle of Hogwarts. Having identified the speaker as Fred, Harry bowed theatrically to him.

"I would like to request a private audience with Messrs Fred and George Weasley. I have been burdened with a solemn oath I sworn to a certain young man I met during my travels. He was certain that the two of you would be up to no good, and he has requested me to rein in your mischief. I hope that the request shall be completed soon, so I can report that everything has been managed satisfactorily and I will be relieved of my burden. Perhaps, a thousand galleons would help hasten your decision?" Harry delivered in fluent English.

Ron stared at the cloak figure in confusion as he detected no hint of any French accent.

"Weird. I thought he was a French bloke with his heavy accent. I could barely tell what he was saying" Ron mumbled to himself. He had come down the stairs armed with his recently found wand in his hand.

The twins were chuckling to the side.

Not many people would be foolish enough to attack their store in broad daylight with aurors patrolling Diagon Alley. After the Ministry was reformed, the auror forces had been bolstered and started patrolling all the magical enclaves in wizarding Britain. The patrols were due to end in two more years after the election for the next Minister, but public safety has never been higher. Several bills were put forth in the Wizengamot to maintain the patrols albeit in smaller forces. Not to mention, the twins had some of the finest and trickiest safety measures installed around the store courtesy of their ingenuity and copious amount of help from their eldest brother Bill.

Half of the Weasley brood were living upstairs including their wives. Percy had moved in with Penelope after resigning from his job in the Ministry. The twins had been living in the store since they first started the business. Angelina joined them after the war ended, and Ron was the most recent addition. So, safety and protection were something the twins had put considerable efforts into whenever they had the chance, having lived through a war.

Trust Ron to be gullible enough to believe that a random French dude has wandered into the store to start trouble. The twins knew when someone was pulling a prank. The twins had responded to Ron's shouts soon after he had come upstairs, but they had to wait for him to locate his missing wand.

Had he really been through a year of auror training before dropping out? It was a great mystery to the twins.

The twins gave Harry a grand bow in unison in response to his statement. Grinning madly, they spoke in tandem.

"Ah, yes! We have received your solemn request and would like to inform you that each and every single shiny piece of the thousand galleons we had were well spent. At the moment, we won't be needing another thousand. Now, please step this way and follow us upstairs for a meeting between like-minded fellows."

The twins scampered back up the stairs.

Angelina shook her head at their antics and followed them upstairs with Harry close behind. He was glad that the twins had understood his 'subtle' hint. As he ascended the stairs, Harry grinned to himself. Before his eyes, Angelina's shapely ass was swaying back and forth. Making sure he wasn't too close, Harry sent a wandless stinging hex at her ass and watched her jump in fright.

Spinning around to glare at the stranger, Angelina did not see any wand in his hands and he was a couple steps too far down to have reached her with his hands.

Harry stared back at her innocently though it was mostly hidden by his cloak.

"Oi, Ron! You come up as well." One the twins hollered.

Angelina and Harry resumed their ascent as Ron hurried after them.

They entered what the twins called their hidden sanctuary in the store, where all the magic happens. As Harry closed the door behind him the silencing wards and a multitude of others came up.

Turning around to face them, Harry reached up and slowly pulled the hood back.

"Hey guys, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

The twins barreled into Harry as they grabbed him in a tight hug.

"Harry! You're back!" they chorused.

Harry having braced himself for the impact, didn't move an inch from the onslaught of the twins' heavy muscular build that was developed over the years playing as the Gryffindor beaters.

"Whoa, you're like a solid block of granite!" George exclaimed.

The twins had expected Harry to fall over from their tackle, having done so repeatedly in the past. George squeezed Harry's arms and was amazed at the large bulge and what felt like coils of iron bounded together. In response to his twin's action, Fred gave Harry several light taps on his stomach.

"And you came back ripped as fuck! It feels like you have a plate of armor all over you" Fred surmised.

Harry chuckled.

"A bit of exercising whilst I was travelling. Picked up some martial arts as well when I was in China."

Harry proceeded to take off his cloak and laid it over one of the nearby chairs.

Angelina and Ron were silently staring at Harry as he removed his cloak. Their eyes bulged out comically as Harry revealed his muscular physique.

Subconsciously, Angelina's mouth was salivating at the mouth-watering piece of meat before her eyes. At some point, her mouth had gaped open slightly as she raked her eyes over Harry. She was mentally disrobing him as he stood there in his muggle clothes that was doing a poor and unnecessary job at concealing his god-like form.

Angelina swallowed the saliva that was pooling at the bottom of her mouth. Before noticing that her lips had gone dry instead. She gave them a good lick and made a show of smacking her lips together.

The twins laughed at her heartily.

"Oi, Harry mate! Don't go seducing our betrothed now. There are plenty more lining up just outside the door." The twins jabbed playfully.

"Ours?" Harry questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep! To both me and Fred." George replied.

Harry gave a slow nod as he looked over Angelina appraisingly. The ex-captain was a lot wilder than he had imagined. He could feel his motor revving itself as several lewd thoughts race across his mind unbidden. Do they take turns? Or does she take both of them at the same time? Maybe he could join for a foursome? A gangbang? One hole for each of them. Perfect.

Harry gave Angelina a salacious wink before plastering a knowing smirk on his face. He was well aware of the effects his bold display had on her.

Finally turning his attention to Ron, Harry saw him lingering at the outskirt of the group.

"What's the matter, mate? Don't recognize me anymore?"

Harry opens his arms in an inviting gesture.

Ron blinked rapidly as he snapped out of his stupor.

"Harry, mate? Is that really you? What the bloody fuck happened to you…" Ron trailed off.

Harry had changed a lot during his travels. If Harry was being honest, he could barely recognize himself in the mirror, save for his distinguishing features like his lightning bolt scar, his brilliant green eyes, and stylish but still messy jet-black hair. Beyond his physical changes though, Harry had matured in a less visibly evident way.

Over the years of travelling, Harry had cast away his shy and timid personality out of necessity. It was hard to travel alone if you are constantly being targeted by muggers and gangs as easy pickings. He would not have access to half the knowledge he had acquired if he had presented himself as a soft-spoken and insecure individual. The first few months of his journey had been eye-opening for Harry. He had learnt that even the 'good guys' would take advantage of him should he present an opening. Some of Harry's early purchases and negotiations for a place to stay had seen him charged at fifty percent more than the market price, sometimes even going as high as double or triple the listed price. Unfortunately, back then Harry was still heavily reliant on the sub-par translation spells in his negotiations with obstinate locals who refused to talk in English. As Harry progressed further in his journey, he learnt and adapted his approach. He used his growing physique to increase his intimidation factor. His ragged cloak to hide his youthful appearance. His mastery over the many languages to outwit the local merchants. He honed his cunning the old-fashioned way. The Sorting Hat would be insufferable; Harry truly would have found greatness in the house of Slytherin. The further he travelled, the more notches he gained on his belt, of both the sexual and non-sexual kind. Eventually, all his experiences and knowledge had culminated into the suave and sexy beast standing in the room as Ron stared at him uncomprehendingly.

Ron was unable to associate the two very conspicuously different figures together in his mind. After a short while struggling with himself mentally, he resorted to treating Harry just like old times.

It was honestly, not the brightest move Ron could have pulled. Harry was no longer the easy pushover he was before his journey. He won't be bullied into anything he didn't want. He also won't take any shit from anybody. He has learnt to give as good as he takes.

Blissfully unaware of the consequences of his actions, Ron would go on to spout a series of insensitive comments about Harry as he tried to wow him with his own fanciful stories and experiences.

A classic Ron move.

It appears Ron has yet to find the cure for his foot-in-mouth disease.

On the surface, Harry just nodded amiably as Ron yammered on. Internally, Harry had begun plotting his payback. Ron had brought up enough material for Harry to concoct a perfect revenge plan.

Sure, Harry had a small dick during his years in Hogwarts.

Unfortunately for Ron, he has never seen Harry erected nor after he had recovered from his stunted growth. Harry had a respectable five-incher when he was in Hogwarts, but he hasn't really discovered his libido back then. Who the fuck gets hard in the locker room or when they shower? Well, Harry knew now. He certainly didn't mind Andi joining him during bath time. A lot of fun to be had there. Harry was now rocking a solid nine-inch magnum with a 5.5" girth. Ron wouldn't be laughing if he knew.

Sure, Harry was blind to the girls throwing themselves at him back when he was in Hogwarts.

Apparently, Ron was still oblivious to the fact that Harry wasn't a fan of fan girls. He doesn't mind girls throwing themselves at him, but he really doesn't want to give the wrong impression that he was romantically interested in them. As an awkward teenage boy who was emotionally and physically stunted, he wasn't equipped with the necessary tools to proposition someone for a casual romp in the sack and its many variations. Now that he had experienced more than his fair share of the fairer sex during his travels, Harry was confident he could give his late-godfather a run for his galleons.

Oh, and what's that? Ron's been having a little fun on the side when Hermione was stuck in the library or too occupied with her new position as a researcher in the Department of Mysteries?

Any onlookers would notice the odd gleam in Harry's eyes as he indulged Ron with a polite nod. The twins and Angelina looked at each other before shrugging to themselves. Ron could certainly benefit from a nice slice of humble pie. In the months following the end of the war, he had certainly grown his ego. Strutting around whenever the interim Minister requested for the Golden Trio's presence in public. Taking advantage of the many offers from adoring fans, even after Harry had embarked on his journey. The limelight has eroded considerably with Harry's departure but he had milked it for all it was worth. Lavender Brown was one of them, though Ron had made the effort to be less obvious in his indiscretions.

It was unthinkable to the twins.

Someone had managed to top Percy in self-importance.

The twins eventually had enough of Ron's blustering and ended his rant. They sent Ron back to the ground floor to stock up the empty shelves.

Harry soon excused himself, expressing that he had yet to notify the others of his return. He gave the twins a quick hug and a small kiss on Angelina's cheeks and donned his ragged cloak once more.

Departing from the WWW, Harry set course for his new destination, the Department of Mysteries.

It was time to set his plans in motion.