A/N: Alright ready to work!

This is the last chapter of anything involving Hogwarts for the most part. This will have many cliches and for that I'm sorry, but to progress the story I need to have a few of these.

Chapter 3

Cleaning House

The sunlight, that's what woke him up. There was a column of sunlight that came in through the window and hit Harry right in the eye. Deciding that this was a sign from the gods that he needed to get up, he attempted to only to have stiff and sore muscle answer back. Harry let out a small groan, with his eyes still shut, not knowing the flurry of activity that it set off. Upon hearing his father's sigh Harry decided now was as good a time as any to open his eyes. What he saw confused him.

Standing at the foot of his bed was his father only he was wearing a blue T-shirt and jeans with his obligatory sandals. Though the people around his father made for an interesting sight. To the left of Atticus was a handsome man in his late thirties, he had dark hair and a cleanly trimmed goatee. The man's eyes had a haunted look to them but when Harry looked at them they showed only joy and happiness. The man was wearing a dark robe over a dark shirt and slacks. The man to the right of Atticus had sandy blonde hair and at one time might have been handsome but his face now showed many scars and made him look far older than what he was. He was wearing tattered robe with a white shirt and dark slacks.

Looking around Harry saw two people sitting next to him. One was Dumbledore, wearing purple robes with stars the actually twinkled! And the other was McCoy who looked relieved and more than a bit irritated, the old man was wearing his overalls and a red and white checkered shirt. Turning back to his father he saw the look in his eye that was similar to when Harry tried super grow the herbs in the back garden and not only dried out the grass but set it on fire, or when he tried his own version of mind fusing with Oberon and nearly killed the beloved dog, needless to say Harry was in trouble.

"What in the Hell were you thinking? That ritual was way too dangerous! You could have been killed!" Atticus went on for a few minutes about how irresponsible his stunt was with a guest appearance by guilting Harry by asking him how Oberon would have handled him dying. Atticus' triade impressed the others in the room who thought that he could be related Molly Weasley for how good he was chewing out the boy. After it was over he smiled and walking over to Harry's side engulfed him in a hug, "I am so glad you're safe." Harry returned the hug and was happy to be alive.

It was then Harry remembered that they had an audience, some of whom he didn't know. "So, not to be rude but who are you guys?" he asked. This caused the men to chuckle, the one with the dark hair stepped forward and introduced himself. "My name is Sirius Black and my companion is named Remus Lupin, we were friends with your parents" he paused and let that sink in. It didn't take long. While Atticus was his father he wanted to know about the people that brought him into the world and sacrificed their lives to save him. "Could you tell me about them?" he asked hopefully. It made Atticus smile, he knew that Harry still loved him, the boy just wanted something from his parents.

After a few hours of talking and telling stories, the two older men decided to ask questions of their own about where he had been, what he had been doing and how he had learned magic like that he showed during the battle. Harry explained it all to them though he left out the bit about the White Council wizards as McCoy had told him that would be a bad idea. It seemed his thought was correct as Ebenezer jumped in from time to time explaining certain nuances. Harry then explained that the magic he learned was from some ancient texts that Atticus held. Both McCoy and Atticus also started to tell embarrassing stories about Harry much to the boy's consternation.

Pretty soon the fun had to be put aside for serious matters, Dumbledore informed the duo that the battle had eliminated what they believed to be be ninety percent of Voldemort's forces and the rest were low level nobodies that didn't have the power to be a serious threat. In short that battle had ended the war. Harry smiled, the person who murdered his parents was gone and couldn't hurt anyone anymore.

"How long will I have to stay here?" asked Harry gesturing to the hospital bed. Dumbledore looked at the teen savior over his half moon spectacles and smiled, "You should be released this afternoon, there were no physical effects from the Ley Line magic but i would hold off on doing magic for a few more days." was the old man's reply. Harry nodded his head and looked at his father, "Looks like we will start bright and early tomorrow and then be home before you know it." Atticus nodded but also saw the distressed faces of the younger men in the room.

Deciding to take pity on them the druid stated, "Tomorrow we will be transferring Harry's vault to one of the branches in America. You guys are welcome to come to our home at any time for as long as you want. As long as you don't mind being put to work from time to time" Atticus smiled at the excitement on Sirius' and Remus' faces. Knowing that America would be a great fresh start for the two men. Sirius could start working in the area and be closer to Harry and Remus could join the Tempe pack and learn to control his wolf.

Dumbledore took that moment to excuse himself as he had much to do and Ebenezer stated that he needed to return to the farm, the old wizard just wanted to make sure his pupil had survived his idiotic stunt (heavy emphasis on IDIOTIC). After the aged wizards left the four remaining men began planning their new life. Mainly it was Sirius and Remus asking Harry and Atticus questions but it was fun nonetheless.

Pretty soon the nurse cleared Harry to go home and they all went to a guest room that had been set aside for the men. They finalized the plans for the next day and after a few more stories they went to bed, the next morning was going to be busy.

They four men woke early the next morning and went to the Great Hall for breakfast, the mood was somber as almost every student had lost someone they knew in the battle. They ate quickly shook hands with the people that they had met and left the grounds using Sirius and Remus to side-along Apparate to Diagon Alley. Upon their arrival they started walking down the alley that looked like a ghost town, most of the people still thought that Voldemort was in power. However the small group of four were turning heads as they made their way down to great white marbled bank.

On their way there Sirius and Atticus were coaching the Potter heir on how to deal with the goblins and how to be most effective with them. So that when they entered the bank which already had a few people in lines, Harry knew that it was respectful to wait in the line and wait to be called on which is not what anybody did before him. After the person before Harry was done with his business Harry stood there and waited. It took a moment for the goblin to realize that there was someone waiting in the line much to the irritation of the people behind him. This was unusual but not unheard of, but relenting and so to speed things up the goblin spoke in a clear and loud tone, "Next!"

Harry stepped up and placed a small gold key, that was given to him by Dumbledore, on the counter and stated respectfully, "Good Morning Master Goblin, may your coffers ever be full" now this shocked the teller, a human waiting in line was one thing but to give a traditional greeting was a whole other story. Quickly replying with "And may your enemies fall to your might" was quickly followed with "How can Gringotts be of service today?" Harry smiled at the goblin and stated that, " I need to find out if I have an account manager and if possible to see them at their earliest convenience" another shocker but possible to work with. After picking up and examining the key the goblin was shocked that it was the Potter trust vault. Calling for a messenger the goblin had them lead the four men back to Bloodaxe, the Potter account manager.

The men were asked to wait outside while the messenger goblin announced them. After a moment they were led into a very comfortable looking office and behind the desk was a large goblin in a fine suit and smoking a cigar as he did paperwork.

"Greetings Manager Bloodaxe, my name is Harry Potter and wish to conduct business with Gringotts." Harry had stepped forward and extended his hand toward the goblin. The goblin shook the hand and gestured to the seat in front of the desk. "I would like to know what is the monetary value of my vaults as well as if I can visit a branch in America will I need an account there or will I be able to draw funds from my account here. Also if there are any books on magic down there." this was all said in a polite and businesslike tone as he put his hands in his lap.

Bloodaxe sat there for a second before he started rifling through papers, "Your current monetary value is roughly a billion galleons, which adds up to two hundred and fifty billion USD, this has grown thirty percent since I became the account manager ten years ago. Now that is before liquidating stocks and properties and such. Gringotts was given permission to make investments on behalf of a few of our more prefered clients and i would be more than happy to continue to do so." He looked at the Potter in front of him hopefully. This account had made the bank a lot of money in recent years and it only helped the Potters as well, seeing the nod from the three men behind the Potter the boy agreed to allow Gringotts to continue to invest on his behalf.

Smiling and continuing on, "As for your second questions, you need only a Gringotts account to access it at any branch however the items in there that aren't gold can only be accessed here at the specific site." Harry nodded at this, it made the job easier. "Do you happen to know of where the American branches are?" he asked. "There is one in New York, Washington DC, Miami, Houston, Kansas City, Chicago, Denver, and Los Angeles." came the instant reply.

"Finally you have several books down there dating back to the time of Merlin as well as the Potter Grimoire, as well as jewelry, paintings, furniture, and some armor and weapons. If you want we can go right now to the vaults and you can look around for as long as you like." this gotten a instant affirmation from the whole group. Placing his hand on a painting and a door opened to a private cart that the five loaded into. The trip down was a lot more sedated than a public cart ride and it was more comfortable to boot.

On the way down Bloodaxe explained that, now that Harry was of age and came into his full inheritance, his trust vault would be assimilated into his main vault. The cart eventually stopped at a large door with the symbol of a bear holding a shield, it was explained that this was the Potter family crest when the vault was first opened. Over the years each Potter head has changed the crest to match their personality. Placing Harry's hand on a knotch in the door Bloodaxe stepped back as the door opened and the first sight of the inside was literally a mountain of gold.

They walked around it as they entered the vault, looking around at all of the priceless and expensive objects in the vault. Sirius and Remus stopped at the paintings as Harry was looking at the books. Atticus on the other hand was looking at the selection of armor and weapons. After grabbing the books that caught his fancy Harry decided to place them in a nearby trunk. As he opened it he realized that it was fully expanded and was able to hold all of the books in the vault if he so chose to. Harry decided that these books were old and needed to be kept here so he just grabbed the stack he originally had and placed them in the trunk and went over to his dad and saw him looking at a leather chest piece, and by the way he was looking at it Harry knew that he was looking in the magical spectrum.

Holding up the leather armor Atticus said, "This is high quality runecrafting, it would probably stop anything short of a godly forged weapon, take this with you just in case" and with that the armor was placed in the trunk. They soon found the grieves to match the chest piece. After looking at the armor Harry then took a look at the weapons. There were axes, spears, shields, clubs, maces, and plenty of swords. Harry being partial to swords for obvious reasons started checking them out. While Sirius and Remus were checking out the decorative swords, Harry had zeroed in on a simple sword in a brown leather sheath. It had a brass hilt, brown leather wrappings, and for the pommel it was rounded off. Drawing the blade, Harry saw it was high quality steel with a bluish tint to it. The weight was perfect, featherlight and balanced. Sheathing the sword Harry looked to Atticus who nodded in approval. Harry figured he could apply some wizardry to the sword to make it even better.

Realizing it was already noon the group made their way back up to Bloodaxe's office and bid him farewell with a promise to keep in touch. They made their way to a nearby grove and shifted back to america where a new chapter was waiting to unfold.

A/N: Sorry about the long wait had to put this story into perspective. It is alot harder to cross them over and make it cohesive than we originally thought.

This completed anything to do with Hogwarts and i have officially decided on the pairing.

The next chapter is gonna start up in the Dresden files.

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