Unlike Harry who was miserable with his uncle, Elliot was bored after had nothing to do.

His ongoing plan to pressure every Wizarding World was already in progress. To him, it was easy but if he suddenly erasing everything it would make the fun less entertaining. By slowly choking them to death was his preferable method. From his estimation, it would take around years at maximum.

"Maybe I should get myself a little job." Elliot murmured.

Honestly speaking, he was unemployed. He had many stores across the globe but all of them were ran by his creations. Taking over one of them was never in his to do list. He preferred something inconspicuous, something that didn't attract attention.

Flashy jobs such as manager, supervisor, head chief or something that had to do with upper management were crossed from his list mainly because those jobs produced his mortal enemy. Paperwork!

God, he hates paperwork.

There's nothing more vile than having stacks upon stacks of paperwork piling on your desk. Give yourself an evil secretary who would bend the world just to make you do your paperwork, it was trauma for a lifetime.

Ugh... He really needed to get a life and a job.

Trainer? Pass...

Salesman? Pass...

Chef? Maybe but not interesting enough to pass time.

Firefighter? Troublesome.

Marine? Nah... He had been fighting for centuries if not millenia in the past.

Doctor? Not feeling saintly to cure people right now.

Police? Boring.

Pilot? Well, he had been piloting a Mothership a few hundred years back. Piloting a honest to out of date tech was kinda lacking.

Train conductor? Maybe not.

Singer? That was the fastest way to get popular, so no.

Painter? He was not really that artistic to begin with.

Actor? Similar reason to a singer.

Clown? Put it on the list.

Athlete? He was too old to be one. Although he knew how to tranform into a younger version of him, sports were not for him. People were too fragile if he joined heavy sports type such as boxing.

Bounty Hunter? Hmm... With his expertise, it would be too easy.

Assassin? Why would he kill some schmuck?

"Two Martini, please."

Hmm?

Elliot didn't realize someone, a woman, was sitting beside him, not that he was against it.

"You are a very hard being to find, Watcher."

"You are talking to me." Elliot blinked and was confused.

"Who else I'm talking to, Watcher?"

"Sorry, lady. Not Watcher. Name's Elliot. Elliot Scheeneider."

"He who cuts. Interesting name, Watcher. It reflects your personality."

My personality?, Elliot wondered.

"Do I know you?"

"You don't but we all know you. He who watches, The Watcher."

That's odd. He had never advertised himself. He preferred being low-key. And he was not The Watcher.

"You called me Watcher several times. You got the wrong guy. I'm not him."

The Watcher he knew... Well, at least what he could find from SIMP... The Watcher was an Almighty Being who watched the birth and the death of Universes. To be called as him was very uncomfortable. He was not that special or that powerful.

The woman whose name Elliot had yet to know stared at him with an undecipherable gaze. "Very well, Elliot." Yet, the woman seemed to reluctant when she said his name. "I'm Death."

That was... Unexpected. Elliot was expecting something milder, not a Goddess.

"A Goddess of Death? Which religion?"

There were many God or Goddess of Death. Some were from a very small religion, some were from a very huge one.

"I'm not unaffiliated with any religions nor a Goddess. I'm the Universe's expression of Death."

Great... Just what he needed. An Incarnation. Not just an ordinary Incarnation, it was a part of the Universe itself.

"So you want to kill me?"

That was what Elliot could say. He was aware that every Universe had its own rules. Sometimes it was similar but more often different in applications. He was trying to bring back Harry's parents as birthday present last year so maybe it counted as an offense.

"No nor we care about the failure of your attempt to retrieve James and Lily Potter."

Like Death said, Elliot's attempt to bring back James and Lily Potter ended with a failure. The spell activated but it failed halfway to resurrect them. Something stopped the process.

"So it's you."

"The dead should stay dead. You as The Watcher should know it better than anything that ever exist."

Elliot rolled his eyes. "You said you don't care but you do the opposite. What makes them special in your eyes?"

"Let's be honest. We both know they are worth nothing. Their only worth is because their son, Harry, is your adopted son. With your involvement, their destiny has been overwritten. Just like those who follow you."

Elliot hated people speaking riddles just to keep the talk longer. "Meaning?"

"The world's destiny has changed. This world is originally destined to head the path of darkness and ceased to exist. We don't know what to do with it once you leave."

"Why are you asking me?" Elliot didn't understand why asking his opinion. It was not like he could prevent it. Could it be because Death thought that he was The Watcher?

"We don't want you turning your wrath on us. We are just a small piece in the omniverse. Risking The Watcher's wrath is the last thing we want."

Right... The Watcher's stuff and the omniverse.

"Mam..." The bartender who couldn't help himself from eavesdropping was shaking when he put the drinks Death ordered. He was somewhere between confused and scared.

"Thank you, Brandon. Please control the things you eat. It's not good for your health."

The bartender's face changed, showing fear.

Elliot sighed. "Look at you, bullying a Human. The boy is terrified of you." He could sense the bartender wanted to get the hell out of here and possibly hid himself but couldn't.

"I'm just telling him the truth."

"No one likes to know how they are going to die."

"You are suggesting me to lie?"

"God, no. Lying in general is bad but not everything must be told. Sometimes lying can make someone feels better. Telling the boy how he is going to die won't make him feels better. It will terrify him."

"Doesn't matter. I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do."

Ugh... Cosmic Beings equal no sense of mortality.

"Fine. I don't care what will happen to the boy(Bartender) but I really like if this world can stay. Maybe after I can travel to any place I want, I will visit Harry once in a while."

In the end, Harry was just a mortal. The boy he raised would die eventually. It was sad but nothing could last forever, not even him. He was an Immortal but he could still die.

"Very well. The world will stay and we won't stop you bringing James and Lily Potter back. But let me quote a Human's saying, you owe me one. Enjoy your drink." Death disappeared after taking a sip of her drink and left him alone dealing with the mess. And he was suddenly dragged into fucking owing her a favor. Shit!!

"Sir..."

"What?"

"Am I going to die?"

"How should I know that? I'm not Death. Maybe if you follow her advice, you can live a few more seconds, hours, days, months or years. Just live your life properly without worrying how you are going to end." Instead of doing the calming effect, it only freaked the boy further. Truly the mind of mortals despite used to be one were a mystery.

"Please, Sir. Save me."

Elliot didn't know how to answer. This was Death's fault and he was the one who had to clean up her mess. What kind of shitty Incarnation letting him to take the fall?

And it was embarrassing to see a grown up man crying and they were seen by people around.

"You know what... I don't care. I don't know you, you don't know me. We are practically a stranger. I have no obligations to help you. I already owe Death a favor and I don't want to owe her more. That's a sign of my doom. Besides, you will be just fine. Stay healthy and do Death's advice." Elliot paid the drinks both him and Death ordered before leaving the crying boy. He didn't erase the memory because it was too cruel to know how he was going to die but the memory was wiped out. Very pitiful.

"I really need to get a job." He said after he was sure he was alone. Talking to yourself in this era would land you in nuthouse unlike 21st century.

"Teleportation."

Let's go back home and think what kind of job he was going to take.

~~~~~~~Line Break~~~~~~~

If there's one word that was enough to describe what Harry was feeling, it was miserable. You heard that right, miserable.

As someone who grew up with someone like dad, Wizarding World was not interesting. Harry didn't mean he hated or disliked it but it just nothing in Wizarding World that caught his interest. If he was told to choose, he was more interested in Mundane World than Wizarding World because they had more entertaining things. For example, TV.

In Wizarding World, such thing as TV was basically a stuff they rather to avoid, more so in a more backward place like Britain. The best stuff in Britain Wizarding World could have probably Radio which only had limited programs compared to a Mundane TV which if combined with things like CD Player or High-Speed Compressor Data Player dad had(Containing things that had yet produced at present time), it was more entertaining and only an idiot would choose the former. Well, those First Generations who thought Wizarding World more interesting than their original life were idiots. Sucks to be them.

It was fine to study Magic but leaving Mundane World completely, ugh, it was like comparing a fine art to a puddle of mess you called art. Unlike several Wizarding Worlds, Britain Wizarding World still stuck in 16th century and Pureblood reigned supreme which didn't allow them to get a better life. Besides, Mundane World would progress faster than Wizarding World in many areas. The things Mundane World had in the future would exceed the current progress any Wizarding World could do in a short time.

"This is boring. Can I go back now?" So, Harry decided to end this before he became more miserable than he already was.

"Not yet." Sirius, with his frustrated expression, shook his head. "We haven't visited Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and Godric's Hollow."

Harry rolled his eyes. Typical Britain's Wizards. Their last resort to show how amazing they were(Which was true for First Generations and their families) was not interesting at all except Godric's Hollow where his family's residence located or the one that had been burned to the ground. "No, thanks. I rather go to Disneyland or World Engine. It's more fun there than here."

"No... Scheeneider told me that I'm free to take you wherever I want today."

Ugh... Dear old dad... Dad really knew how to ruin his day. But Harry was not without hope. He was Harry Scheeneider. Playing with words was his bread and butter.

"But did dad say about me going?"

"No..."

"Then I'm not going."

"Why? Do you really hate us that much?"

"Hate is a strong word. I just rather spend my time with actual fun not this classical and backward life you have. Believe me, if you ask Mundane out there, 16th Century is kind of backward and lame. 21st Century on the other hand is awesome, especially with dad's toys in the mix."

Anyone who said dad's toys were not fun, they were idiot. Dad's basically the stuff of thousands of years more advanced than current years. And Harry, as someone who had played with them was addicted, not that he would admit it to dad without risking him banned by dad.

"I can be awesome. Maybe more than Scheeneider."

Harry let out a snort. The chance of Sirius being more awesome than dad, it was zero. "Sirius. You seriously need some introspection. You wear classical and backward Wizarding Clothes. People will look at you with weird stares. I live in Mundane neighborhood and if I hang out with you, I'll become the sad looking boy with someone with out of date fashion."

Although Harry didn't really care about being popular, he at least wanted to avoid disaster in the form his uncle. Plus, it would attract more attention to him than he already had in the neighborhood which would affect his future heists. Taking his fun away was the shortest path to Hell.

Unless you are Elliot Scheeneider, not even the Dark Lord or whatever things out there could stop him from rampaging.

"But we are Wizards, Harry. Wearing Wizarding Clothes is normal."

Harry sighed. Sirius really didn't see it his way. "First of all, you guys don't want Mundane to notice you yet you wear something that scream Wizards. How is that hiding, hm? I mean, I know cosplayers exist out there but at the moment, they are still rare. Second, just because we are Wizards we have to act like one. There's no mandatory rules saying that a Wizard must act like a Wizard." Some of the cool Wizards he knew in the states were not acting like one. Instead, they were like role-playing as someone else and lived like a normal person. And he loathed to call himself a Wizard. He was a Magician after all. But if he used Magician, Sirius would argue with him about this and that which was already annoying.

"That's because you live with Scheeneider. He doesn't teach you any better about living a life as a proper Wizard."

Harry rolled his eyes. Dad really didn't care about Wizarding World or whatever in it. Dad was never a Wizard to begin with. Also, while what Sirius said was true in a certain extent, it was only true if Harry didn't know dad. Fortunately for him, he was spared from that life.

"Someone's value to a certain subject is their own. But to me, being a proper Wizard is not that attractive. Look at you, look at these people. They don't know a better option. There's a big world out there, Sirius, not just a world where Wizards and Magical Creatures live. Wizarding Worlds are just a small part of the real world and your ignorance and your pride because you have magic doesn't let you see it. That is why, I never see Wizarding World like you. I only see it as a very small corner in the room where Wizards, Witches and Magical Creatures trying to compete against each for that part. It is pathetic and childish. Why compete for something small when you can have a very big room for yourself?"

In Harry's view, magic was powerful and helpful but it was not everything. What actually really matter was, it was how you lived your life. He was very content with his own. He had friends, he had dad and he had his own dreams he wanted to realize. If being a proper Wizard required him to only stay around just to get by, trying to stay alive, then he didn't want it.

And dad would never force him to be something he didn't want to. Guide him and teach him, yes, but never forcing him except that one time when his magic was out of control.

"I..."

"How about going to USA? See what I see and maybe you can understand why." Converting a rigid Wizard or a Witch was always a plus in Harry's book. "You can bring Remus if you want." And he rather to keep an eye on Remus, with dad's help of course. Dad's super but creepy sight was very helpful to watch over Remus.

Sirius hung his head low. "We don't have money."

Like Harry didn't know that. Being blasted from his family tapestry automatically blacklisted him from his inheritance. As for his personal vault, Harry didn't claim he knew how much but it was not just Sirius but also Remus. Moving to USA also means requiring them to have a house(He assumed both won't live in the same space with dad) which required regular money to use not to mention daily expenses and a job. Wizarding World's money and Mundane's money had different value. But Sirius was siriusly, pardon his pun, silly. He forgot Harry had dad who wouldn't mind throwing his money.

"Dad is super rich. His pocket is too deep and I doubt he can spend them all in several lifetimes."

Dad did try spending his money, more than anyone. He was so silly to think that he could spend them all but Harry knew better. Dad was the worst person when it comes to spending his money. What could he spend them for when the rate of his raw materials refresh time always higher than he could use and he could make them? It was even better than the original factory that produced them.

"It's not right."

Right... Pride of a man.

While Harry didn't exactly know what was all that about, he knew that nothing would be done right when pride was on the line. Look at dad, he was so shameless Harry doubted he had any pride left in him.

"But it's okay." Harry followed it with a name of a song that had yet to be invented. Whitney Houston was one of his favorite singers.

"Okay what?"

Harry groaned. "Never mind. The thing is, who will think you are inferior because of dad? Dumbledore? Your still alive family members? Or Wizarding World? Do you think those so called Ancient and Noble House can rise and survive without help? It takes a lot of luck and backdoor deals. Bloodline? That's just a bunch of people with 8th Grade Syndrome."

The world of politic was a world Harry couldn't see himself in it. It was always a headache when dad explained how politic works in their study session. Stupid dad, making his head full of nonsense schemes just to up someone's butt. But hey, it really helped him to think how to appear innocent and escape divine punishment. Kudos for that.

"8th Grade what Syndrome?"

Harry slapped his forehead for his stupidity. Wizarding World was not one to follow Mundane's development. So the translation should be lost right from the beginning.

"It's complicated." Harry really didn't want to explain. "It's better if you don't know. The point is, you don't need to feel ashamed. Dad won't think of you less because he is the most shameless person that ever walked this planet. You haven't seen him dressing up as a hippie to get a discount from a local community and his money can fill the abyss by itself."

Harry left the fact that he too also dressing up as one. He blamed himself to be so young and clueless at that time. Whenever he remembered that memory, it reminded of his shameful deeds he did during both of his and dad's stay there.

"Wow. If he is as rich as you said then why did all of that? It doesn't make sense."

"In dad's glorious words, how will you know if you don't try? There's no shame in trying. The road to success is a very hard and arduous path. If I succeed then it's my gain if I don't then I can learn from my failure. Failure is another from of success because I learn that something is wrong and only by learning and correcting my mistakes then I can turn my failure into a real success."

Harry was not convinced of course. Dad only said that to show off his cool and act all sagely but in reality, he was a shameless person.

"I don't know what to say..." Sirius was speechless. It maybe because he had seen dad and talked to him. If Sirius couldn't see that, Harry would say Sirius was a lost cause.

"See... Nothing to worry about." Except for the part if dad suddenly turned crazy and dragged you with his schemes. That part, of couse, was something Harry wouldn't tell. He didn't want to suffer alone. Misery loves company.

"Can Remus and I think about this?"

Harry nodded. "Sure."

This was something that required more consideration. Although it was about him, it was up to Sirius and Remus to choose.

Moving to USA was not all about spending their lives with Harry, it also had something to do with their identity as Wizards. He lived in Mundane neighborhood and MACUSA restricted the usage of wands. To Brtain Wizards and Witches, wands were their identity unlike American Wizards and Witches who thought wands as secondary because their practice in Potioneering.

"Meanwhile, let's continue our tour."

"But no Hogwarts!"

"Alright then."

In the end, Harry still couldn't escape his fate and went to Hogsmeade and Godric's Hollow before coming back to his friends with a miserable expression.