A/N: I'm BAAAACCK! Lol! I'm so sorry about my long absence, my classes started up again, and I've been working my butt off at work and babysitting my cousins (8,10 and 13, all girls, evil little things too, they like to blackmail me….) so I haven't had much time to write. I got a letter from my dear friend Fragonknight asking me when I would write again so I decided to actually put the idea I've had rolling around in my head for the last couple months onto paper…or rather, onto screen…..I don't know if my updates on this one will be quite as frequent as my last story, "stay with me" because I have more on my plate this year, but I will try to update at least once a week if not more. Since the updates will be a bit more sporadic, if you want me to send you an email telling you when I post, just leave me a review with your email in it and I'll put you on my list. This story is a Harry/Draco slash (boy/boy loving) and a semi Gravitation cross over because that is my current infatuation….so there will also be a Eiri/Shuichi pairing, but that will be getting much less attention then Harry/Draco.This will be theedited version,but if you want to read the more hot and heavy one it's on my adultfanfiction account, THEleprechaun.Alright enough babbling from me, and enjoy the story, please don't forget to review! Most of the story will be told in 3rd person with a few exceptions.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter-verse or the Gravitation-world; I am only one fan of many who likes to tinker with them. ((glomp huggles her Mr. K plushie)) I want Mr. K! The only things I own are the characters Anna, Helga, Bob and anyone else you don't recognize.
The war had finally ended and one Mr. Harry Potter had escaped from the constant attacks of the media by running away to America. During his 7th year in Hogwarts there had been an exchange student from California who he had become friends with simply to escape Ron and Hermione who were constantly attached to each other. She was also the only one who knew his "secret."
(Flash back)
"Those two remind me of RichandAmy." The girl had snickered, sitting on the arm of the chair Harry was in, trying to ignore his friends and do his homework. It wasn't working very well obviously, as the girl could see, so she had decided to come and cheer him up. "I'm Helga, the new kid." She said and held out her hand for him to shake.
He took it skeptically, thinking this was just another person who wanted to be his friend because of his damn scar. "I'm Harry…." He said, "Who is RichandAmy?" the girl dug through her faded jean backpack that was covered with pins and writing and came up with a comic book called "Zits."
She flipped through a few pages then pointed at one of the strips which showed two people, a boy and a girl, twined together completely, saying ridiculous things to each other about how they found ways to be even closer. Harry laughed as he read the comic and the girl smiled, flipped through some more pages and pointed at another one.
"Would you mind if I borrowed this?" Harry asked as he continued to read the comic strips.
"No problem, and when you're done with that one I have some other ones you might enjoy." She dug through her pack again and pulled out three smaller books, "Do you read many mangas?"
"What's a manga?" he asked, putting the "zits" book on the desk in front of him and taking the smaller book she held out to him.
"Japanese comic books," she said, "they're hilarious."
Harry thumbed through a couple pages, looking at the pictures then stopped and gasped at one particular frame of two guys making out with shirts unbuttoned and pants being unzipped, "that has to be the hottest thing I've ever seen…." He mumbled and turned his head to look a bit closer.
Helga smirked, "oh I agree, but this one's better," she flipped the page and he gasped again, blushing at the position the two men had suddenly found themselves in. "don't ya think?" Harry just nodded before he realized he had just confessed to finding two sexy males all over each other anything but wrong. He started to stutter a too-late protest but gave up when she started to giggle. "Don't worry Harry, secret's safe with me." She winked and they continued to go through the comics for the rest of the night, homework forgotten.
(End flashback)
Harry looked up at the huge building before him, it had to be at least 30 stories, and it was very modernized, all glass and steel. He stood there staring with his mouth open for a good ten minutes before the door-man finally decided to get him out of the way of oncoming traffic.
"Can I help you sir?" the man asked, dusting off his uniform and looking at Harry kindly in a "this boy must be a bit slow" way.
Harry looked down at the piece of paper he was clutching and read the address again, matching it up to the numbers on the side of the building then the street signs, and once more at the paper.
(Flashback)
"I have to get away from all these damn reporters! They won't leave me alone!" Harry shouted upon returning to the dorm a few days away from the end of school. He could hear the fat lady shouting that no one was allowed in without a password and the disappointed groans of the press.
The only one in the dorm who paid attention was Helga, and she looked up from her manga only after she had finished reading the page. She flipped her long black and purple hair over her shoulder and motioned for Harry to come sit by her. She looked around to make sure no one was listening then leaned in as if to tell him a secret.
"I have some friends in California, they can take you in and hide you from the media," she whispered conspiratorially.
"Oh great, so I'd just be stuck in another building, not able to go outside it." Harry grumbled.
"Nope, no one knows you out there, trust me, I didn't even know who you were until RonAndHermy told me a few months ago." She said and grinned. Harry also smiled at the nickname, and then she continued, "With my friend's help I can get you out of this country undetected and you can go start over in Cali. She's got a great place on the water in Long Beach, you'll love it, and if anyone finds you to bother you, Bob will kick their asses."
"Sounds great," Harry sighed, "but the order will never let me leave, even if I HAVE defeated-"
"Moldy Voldy?" Helga cut him off. "Who cares about the order, you did your bit, and they should let you alone now, if at least for a few months until the media calms down." Harry kept shaking his head though so Helga sighed, grabbed a quill and wrote and address and phone number on the corner of a piece of parchment then tore it off and handed it to him. "If you change your mind," she said and left the end hanging.
Harry stuffed the paper into his bag and hugged Helga, "thanks, but I'd better stay here."
(End flashback)
"Sir? Sir?" the door-man said, waving a hand in front of Harry's face. Harry came out of his memory and blinked at the man stupidly. "Sir? Can I help you?" the man said slowly.
"Oh! Right! Sorry!" Harry exclaimed and showed the man the slip of parchment. "Do you know where I can find someone named Anna? Or if she's not available, Bob?"
The door man took the paper and studied it for a minute then grinned, "Yes sir, right this way, she's been expecting you." He motioned for some bell boys to take Harry's luggage from the waiting cab and shouted some incomprehensible instructions at them. He led Harry into the massive place and straight through to the back where two giant stainless steel doors stood. He pressed a button and while they waited Harry looked around at all the occupants of the building.
They were all different, some were in suits with briefcases, the basic business man, but then there were others in outrageous outfits with multi colored hair like Helga's and they were talking and working right along side the businessmen. At the front desk a girl with an orange and green Mohawk wearing far too many zippers and chains sat next to a young woman with her blonde hair in a practical bun wearing a dress suit. They appeared to be deep in conversation about something and were laughing together.
Everyone was getting along together perfectly, no matter what they looked like. "What an odd place…" Harry muttered, watching a different elevator open and a young man skateboard out, maneuvering through the crowd and out into the street. "Is it always like this?" he asked the door-man when the doors slid open and he was ushered inside.
"Like what sir?" the man asked, pressing the only button in the metal box on ropes and giving Harry an odd glance.
"Well, all these people, they're so different, but they're all getting along…." Harry said, thinking about Hogwarts and the house rivalry, which of course made his mind drift to a particular rivalry between him and a certain blonde slytherin whom he hadn't seen since Dumbledore had died.
"Perhaps the madam can answer that better then I can sir," the uniformed mad said and remained silent for the rest of the quick journey to the top floor. "This is it sir, Good luck!" the man said as Harry stepped out of the elevator and closed the doors before Harry could ask what he meant by "good luck."
"What an odd, odd place." Harry muttered again and looked around for whoever it was he was supposed to be talking to. A large set of silver doors stood slightly to the left and he decided that since there wasn't anything else in sight that Anna must be behind them.
The doors opened automatically and Harry felt the definite sparkle of great magic tingling in the air. The room was lit mostly by the large window opposite Harry and it had several bouquets of fresh flowers in tall silver vases all around. The walls were draped with silver cloth and the shag carpeting was silver as well. In front of the window were a large desk and a leather chair that was facing towards the window.
"Shoes off young man!" came a feminine voice from the chair. The voice was the kind that you could tell meant business, like a drill sergeant's, so Harry hastened to comply, slipping out of his trainers and looking for a place to put them, "On the mat!" the voice commanded and Harry turned to see a mat behind him with a pair of silver combat boots already on them. He placed his shoes next to them and straightened up again, looking at the back of the chair which was slowly turning to face him.
A/N: first chapter complete! More to come later, but only if you review for me! I need reviews, I live off of them! I don't even care if it's a flame because flames are great for roasting my marshmallows! ((Holds up the super duper never ending bag of giant marshmallows))