Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or Sons of Anarchy. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am only a writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.

Note: A lot of people are commenting about how idiotic James and Lily are for not finding Harry with the compass for twenty years. To that I say, have you ever tried to use one? I mean have you really tried to navigate to certain locations by way of compass navigation? One of my reviewers pointed this out, and I can say from personal experience that he's right, that the average person has a hell of a time following a compass to a spot within ten miles, let alone a random location across the world. Imagine how much more difficult it is if you have no idea where you're supposed to be going.

-Furthermore you are assuming that Harry never went on vacation with his family. What if the crew headed back to Ireland and he went with them? Would that not jank around the arrow in a confusing fashion? Hell, Harry driving around the state of California would make that compass needle move with him, and when you're that far away, a little difference in direction can take you to an entirely different country.

-Just saying.

Note: I've also had a few questions regarding why Pansy is the pairing. There are a few reasons for that. First, I've never done that pairing before and it interested me. Second, Tonks is way too free spirited and independent to take on the role of a good Old Lady, as defined in the show. Tara is free spirited enough already and anyone who watched SOA knows how hard she took getting into the life. Third, Pansy was raised as a pureblood wife in the making. She knows how to maintain the home, look after a family, handle finances, and watch over her husband. All of these things transfer over to the skills of an Old Lady pretty well in my opinion. I think Gemma would like her.

Chapter Four - Charming, Meet The Potters

There had been an emergency at the hospital with Wendy, and since he was hoping for an update on little Abel's condition, Jax had gone to investigate. That left Harry, Clay, Tig, and Chibs to meet with the Aryans while Bobby and a few others dropped off the Niner's weapons. Last night's explosion was still fresh news, so Darby and his two associates were understandably nervous as they sat across from them in the booth of a small diner.

"Darby." Clay greeted warmly as the leader of this particular nazi chapter took a seat. "Good to see you. How's your man in the hospital?"

"He's missing his testicles and his scrotum is a burned out wreck." The bald man answered sarcastically. "How do you think he is?"

Unwilling to sit quietly on that, Harry answered, "I think he should count himself lucky to still be breathing. He sold crank to my pregnant ex-sister-in-law and induced a premature birth of my nephew as a result. We still don't know for sure if he's gonna make it. You might ask him what he wanted more, his life, or his balls?"

Darby visibly swallowed at that. "What happened to Jax's ex was not my guy's fault. He's not responsible for what people do with his product once they have it."

"Agree to disagree." Harry leveled a look at all three men that made it clear that he was equally willing to dish out the same punishment to all of them if they made a further issue out of it.

"Easy, son." Clay put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back into his seat. "We're here to maintain the current deal and make sure you understand your place in it. You deal what you want outside the Charming city limits and we don't turn you into road rash with our bikes. Your shit does not get dealt in the streets of Charming."

"We understand how our deal works."

"Then why was Wendy conked out on crank?" Harry growled.

"Again," Darby raised his hand in surrender, "she was dealt that product outside the city limits. Wayne didn't even know who she was at the time."

"Regardless," Clay broke back in, "You don't want the pain of a war with us, and we don't want to waste our time fucking up your shit when we could be doing other stuff. We good?"

Darby took a second to look over the hard people sitting across from him and visibly gulped. He was ambitious, sure, but he was also a coward. The man had no urge to sacrifice his own very limited pool of men when he could just convince the Mayans to do it for him. "Yeah, Clay, we're good."

"Excellent." Clay gave a wide grin and slid out of the booth with his guys, "Then get the fuck out of my town."

A Short Time Later

The club was enjoying a fine variety of muffins by way of Bobby and his Elvis trip. They were munching away at that late breakfast while discussing the chief issues of the day. First off, the loss of the Bluebird warehouse was a financial nightmare. It was insured through a shell corporation of course so they'd get the value of the place back, but Clay was incredibly eager to get the operation back up and running so those funds were going right back into property acquisition for a rebuild. It meant the club finances were shot for the time being. They needed more work, ASAP.

"Ah… guys?" Juice spoke up from his computer. "I just got word from my guy in City Hall. One of the judges just signed off on a search warrant for the Bluebird. It's pretty extensive too. There's no way Hale doesn't find those two girls in the hatch."

"The place is owned through over a dozen different shell corps and buried by three different lawyers in litigation. There's no way to connect it to us." Jax cut in. "Finding those bodies won't do shit for Hale." He didn't miss the nervous look Tig passed to Clay, but he decided to leave it to his adoptive dad to figure out what was up with that. Tig was always into some weird shit and he really didn't want to know about most of it.

Bobby pulled out his ledger and donned a pair of reading glasses. "We have three protection runs on the books this week and two intimidation crackdowns in neighboring towns. They should keep the bills paid until construction is done but we won't have a lot to spare after."

"I got some old contacts who are always looking for work." Piney spoke up, "I'll see if they have anything."

"Harry and I can put out some feelers too." Jax added. "We got prison contacts in other gangs that could use temporary muscle for a while."

Clay lit up a new cigar and said, "Sounds like we have some options to look into. Let's get on that and bring it up at the next meeting." He smacked his gavel on the table, "Now get to work people."

The crowd dispersed and everyone went about their tasks for the day. In the case of Harry and Jax, that meant throwing on some overall jumpsuits and getting in the shop. Club business or not they had a living to earn.

They passed their mom in the break room and Jax said, "Hey, mom, I'm gonna go see the kid later today, you wanna come? The Doc says the surgery went well and he's gonna make it."

"Sure honey, and I'm still having that dinner, I was thinking maybe tomorrow night."

"Sure mom, I'll be there."

"Me too." Harry agreed while pushing his brother into the shop ahead of him. No way was he slacking when they had a full list of repairs to get done. The shop had an image to maintain after all.

They were only two hours in however before Clay came in and pulled Harry aside. "Tig was… sampling those two Mexican girls in the warehouse."

"Shit." Harry growled, "He was fucking them?"

"To hear him say it they were mainly using their mouths."

The growl turned into a groan. "So… his DNA is in their stomachs? Dad, Tig is in the criminal database. When they run the contents of the girl's stomachs they'll be able to place them with him, which will tie our club directly to the weapons factory."

"I know. Look, those bodies need to disappear…"

"Say no more, I've got it. By tonight they'll be in the morgue at the hospital and I'll be able to take it from there. For now though, I got work that needs finishing."

Clay looked into the face of his oldest (if only by a few months) and felt nothing but pride. The young man took his work seriously, and if Clay was honest he was only a few years away from giving him full ownership of the garage. The club bar and gun business would provide a good enough income for himself and Gemma even without it. Then there was his loyalty to the MC. Harry had done four years in maximum security for the club, and he'd served that time well. He held his own and he did not rat, no matter how many times the Feds offered him a deal. He'd become their top enforcer, and half the time he didn't even need to be told what to do. He merely listened and acted.

Had he the desire, Harry could have taken over the club one day, but Clay suspected the young man believed as he did, that Jax wanted it more, and the boy would never deny his brother anything. Harry was just happy to be a part of the group, and to keep it safe. He was more about the tribe than he was personal advancement. It was nice to know he'd done at least one thing right in his life with the way he'd raised him.

Sometime later the work was done, the vehicles set for the next day's pickup by their owners, and Harry was on the job. He'd dressed in the most casual clothes he owned, a pair of jeans and a gray hoodie, and then parked his bike three blocks from the hospital entrance. Last thing he needed was someone hearing his bike pull close and taking a second look at its rider. It was bad enough being six foot-two. People tended to remember tall guys.

With his hood pulled fully up over his head to shield his features he entered the building, and for good measure he put focused summoning charms on all the cameras he passed, pulling their lenses to the floor. It would certainly look strange when the cops looked at the footage, but there'd be no sign of him at all.

Three floors of this practice brought him to the morgue, and the same spell pulled free the latch on the lab and cryo respectfully. Typical of both hospital staff and government workers, the technicians had left early on a Friday so it was deserted. A quick search only took a few minutes to find the two Jane Does, and then it was time for his particular method of evidence subversion. He placed his gloved hands on each of the corpses chests and a second later they were engulfed in brilliant, controlled, flame of the highest intensity. The sprinklers came on of course, but it only took a few seconds for the bodies to turn to ash regardless, and then he was on the move and up the stairs, following the rest of the people fleeing the scene with the toning fire alarms. By the time the fire crews arrived on the scene there wasn't even a source to find for what had happened down below. The sprinklers had washed the ash away.

Upon getting back to his bike he pulled out one of his many prepaid phones and dialed Clay's number. "Dad, that thing you asked me to do, it's been taken care of."

"That's good to hear. Come on back and I'll pour you a drink. We have a protection run tomorrow and I want you there."

"Understood. See you soon." Harry hung up the phone, and set off on his way, but when he got to the nearest stop light something stopped him short. The alarms had sent everyone outside, and what should he see on the hospital lawn, but Jax and Tara, standing very close together and smiling at each other like they did when they were still teenagers in highschool. That was bad news if he ever saw it.

Instead of heading right into the clubhouse when he rolled into the parking lot he pulled out his regular phone and called his mom.

"Harry?"

"Mom, we got a problem. Jax and Tara are getting chummy."

"Shit."

The Next Day

Harry met his mom for breakfast at their favorite diner. It was a nice place for breakfast and lunch. The owner took dinner off to take care of his mother who had Alzheimer's. The club was fond of the place, and the owner, so they made sure to frequent it and provide all the business they could for him.

Once their plates of eggs and sausage were placed before them they started talking between bites. "What did you find out?"

Gemma took a bite and said, "Tara isn't in a hurry to tell me much, even if she is always there when I go to see Able. She does still have her lower back tattoo, I confirmed that." Internally the woman smiled at how that news brought forth a growl in her son. It was nice to see at least one of her boys was thinking clearly. "Luann's federal marshall friend did some digging for me though and tracked down some info. She got her degrees in southern california, completed her residency in Chicago, and then came back here, but not before filing a restraining order against a man there."

"Who?"

"The name was redacted, but the Fed said that would only be the case if the man in question was in law enforcement. So her overzealous admirer is likely a cop of some kind."

Harry leaned back in his booth and began to munch on a piece of bacon as he thought things through. "So she goes to Chicago where she can create a great career in medicine, goes afoul of a male suitor with law connections, and then comes back here of all places… where her ex is a key member of a biker gang fond of illegal activities. This picture is… troubling."

"You think she's back here to use Jax for protection?"

"Perhaps. Or maybe she feels safer with a bigger evil around than the one she left. Either way she is using us. Even if it is a subconscious feeling. I'm not sure what to do with this information."

"What to do with it? Harry, we need to send her packing out of town."

He leaned forward and said, "And how will Jax react to that? If we send her packing we are going to need to explain why, and when we say that she is here looking for safety Jax is going to run out to bring her back, and then likely not talk to us for months."

Gemma was aghast, "So you think we should just do nothing about this?"

"Did I say that? No, I think we just need to standby and wait. If her stalker is persistent he could show up here at some point. If that happens, I will deal with him, and then her reason for staying disappears. When that reason is gone… then I guess we'll see if her clear feelings for Jax are real."

"You would trust her with him again?"

"I'd trust her to have a better idea of what she wants now, and Jax has never found true happiness with a woman after she left, no matter how many times he tried. Don't get me wrong, I still hate her guts, but the important thing is that my brother doesn't, and his is the only real opinion that matters. Last night, the two of them talking, it was the easiest I've seen him look in a while. At least that bitch Wendy won't be a problem for him anymore." Indeed that was true. Apparently the junkie had been in the midst of an OD when the fire alarms had started ringing and all the hospital staff were too busy evacuating all the other patients to help her. She'd been dead on the scene when the fire crews cleared the building.

"We'll have to agree to disagree on Tara, son." Gemma paused to take a sip of her coffee, and while the mug was held loosely against her lips she commented, "I can't help but notice you haven't found 'true happiness' with a woman either. What's the matter? Are both of my boys chronically single?"

"I've had my share of small happinesses." Harry smirked.

"That's not what I mean and you know it. Come on, you're halfway through your twenties and you haven't once had a serious relationship, let alone an old lady of your own. What's up with that?"

"I'd ask if you were in a hurry for grandchildren but Abel kinda ruins that argument."

"I'm in a hurry for my boys to be happy. I want you to have what Clay and I have." She paused for a moment and added, "Maybe you should take a break from the club for a while? Go nomad and hit the open road. I know the dating pool isn't exactly deep in Charming."

Harry sighed and shoveled another bite into his mouth. "I can't mom. The club needs me."

"Please, Jax and Clay can hold down the fort for a month or two without you. You take on too much. It's okay to care for yourself sometimes, son, instead of just everyone else."

The biker smiled at that, "It's what family does. You taught me that."

The two spent the rest of their breakfast free of tough topics and simply enjoyed each other's company. Then it was off to work. Harry spent the day tuning up motorcycles and cars, and the night working protection runs for his dad. Three were just going to neighboring towns so they were done in no time at all. The fourth was from Chief Uncer's side business, though, transporting Blu-Rays and radios. Clay had given different directions for this one.

"Dad, why are we letting one of our middle men raid the truck?" Harry asked as the aforementioned items were removed by a bunch of henchmen and placed into a set of waiting windowless vans. "Uncer is one of our longest running clients. This could get him to drop us entirely."

Beside him, Clay simply grinned on his bike. "Don't worry so much, kid. This shit is insured so he'll get his money back. And it's simply a warning for him. We need time to get back up and running without Deputy Hale breathing down our throats. Uncer was all set to retire at the end of this month, but this'll let him know what will happen to our business deal if that happens. He gives us another six months in office, and we keep his trucks secure so his insurance rates don't go through the roof to replace his losses any more than necessary."

Harry frowned, "I don't know about this, dad. We're going from a relationship based on mutual interest to one using blackmail. That isn't sustainable long term."

Clay groaned, "You're starting to sound like your brother. He's been yapping about changing our ways for almost a week now. It's driving me crazy. We aren't in a place where we can change anything right now. Maybe when we have some money built up, but not now."

"It's that manuscript he found." Harry shrugged.

"Manuscript?"

"He just told me about it last night. Apparently his dad typed it up and he found it in the storage shed. You know how he is with John's memory. He always wants to learn more. This is probably just a fad based on what's written there. Give it time and it'll pass. Jax knows what the club needs and when push comes to shove he'll do the right thing."

"I hope you're right, Harry. I really do."

"Look, the carnival is tomorrow, right? Spend some time with him there, see how he acts. You'll realize he's just the same as he ever was. Trust me."

The Next Day

James and Lily walked hand and hand through the field filled with game stalls, food carts, and rides. They'd not been expecting something like this so soon, but the moment they'd heard about the carnival they'd realized it was the perfect chance to search the crowd for any sign of Harry. They'd thought following the compass would have led them to their son within a couple years, tops, but they constantly found themselves waylaid by agents of the British government who wanted their poster boy back on English soil, Dumbledore, who wanted to try and bring the Potters back where he could influence them, and even a few pure blood supremacists who no doubt wished their little boy harm. Backtracking and escaping from all of those spies' influence had been a costly and timely endeavor. It seemed as if the entire world was trying to use them to track Harry down. What was worse, following the compass proved to be a challenge all on its own, as subtle changes in the needle's direction could take them to entirely different countries. Additionally, there had been times when the needle had turned to point them back the way they'd come, as if Harry had been traveling. This of course altered plans and moving goals as well as adding even more time to their journey.

It was a nice event. Children were smiling, adults were laughing, and the cotton candy and big pretzels were flowing like water. For such a small town there was quite a bit of effort being put into the carnival. As they walked, the couple took note of all the men in leather vest cuts featuring a reaper with a machine gun scythe. A biker gang? Well a small town with limited law enforcement would be the perfect place to set up shop.

In their travels they'd met many such groups, and their law-breaking ways didn't really bother them. They'd broken many of their own over their search, chief amongst them memory charms on adoption agency employees after making them provide access to their databases. They'd turned up nothing.

All the same, these bikers were seemingly integrating with the people very well so perhaps they didn't shit where they eat? Out of sheer curiosity they decided to pull out the compass again, and were quite surprised when for the first time since moving to Charming the needle wasn't rotating like crazy. Instead, it was moving in slow, slight, jerks as if it were following something that was meandering about.

"Lils," James whispered, "are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"Yes, James." She replied in the same tone, "let's see where it leads us."

So together they took off in the direction their magical artifact indicated. They weaved between stalls and gazed at different couples and families for traces of James' hair or a distinctive lightning bolt scar. It must have taken them eight circuits of the grounds before the needle finally stopped twitching and held still, allowing them a straight path for a while. When it eventually turned around on them they knew they'd just passed their target and they spun around to see who was present.

What they saw was a family. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. An older man with a buzzcut of graying hair stood with an arm wrapped around the waist of a thin woman in blue jeans and a leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up her arms. Beside them were a pair of young men laughing at something they'd said. The first was blond and laid back, but the other… his head was shaved but the stubble was dark enough to match James, his eyes were emerald as Lily's, and finally, he had a jagged lightning bolt scar on his forehead just above his right eye.

Lily's first instinct was to run straight to her son's side and wrap her arms around him, but she smothered it with a sheer force of will for three very important reasons. First, he was clearly with people he cared about based on the wide smile on his face and he'd certainly not appreciate a sudden interruption from his birth parents. Second, she and James had talked about ways to introduce themselves to Harry and they needed it to happen naturally. A sudden intro would only alienate him. Third, the three men were wearing reaper patches and the woman had a reaper tattooed on her bare forearm. They were all clearly part of the motorcycle gang that operated in this town which meant they needed to act carefully around them.

As they moved off to discuss this development, while keeping the family in their line of sight, one thing became readily apparent. If he was in this gang then their son, their beautiful little boy that had laughed at their silly faces when he was a toddler, was now a criminal.