Wow! I was surprised how many favorited and followed so quickly! I hope to update this at least once a week, if my schedule will allow it. This fic is not slash, sorry to those who wanted it and your welcome to those who did not, because I just can't write slash fics for the life of me – not that I've actually tried. Sure, I like several slash fics out there too, but none of mine will be slash. There is possible romance, but I don't think that it will happen for a long time.

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Harry woke to an annoying beeping noise. His magic was fully recovered, twisting and shifting in colors but dominantly Avada Kedavra green. The magic swirled in the darkness of his closed eyes. When Harry slowly opened his eyes, the colors faded mostly but he could still see the twisting lights of his magic around him. No matter how many times he saw the magic, he could not explain the depth of beauty it held and the awe it filled him with. It brushed him lovingly and when he held up his hand, curled around each finger with a ready crackle of energy.

Diagon Alley and the rest of the wizarding world was full of magic, but the magic seemed so constrained and lifeless in comparison.

Since he had died and come back, his magic and the world's ambient magic was visible to him, his vision was no longer blurry and required glasses. But he couldn't just show up without them and expect his friends to go oblivious, so he got new glasses with no prescription. Since they were no longer the circular glasses and age defined his features, he no longer looked like a copy of his father. His mother was there in his eyes of course, but also his cheekbones and the shape of his face.

A knock at the door made Harry jump, heart picking up in alarm and his magic spiking. Even from behind the door, Harry could see a small amount of magic in the person as they opened the door. Big brown eyes and heart face made Harry instantly recognize her as the nurse who had chanced upon him before he fell unconscious.

Harry studied her face for a moment after she simply stared at him, about to dismiss his hallucination before until her face rippled. Like before, her eyes nearly doubled in size and her eyebrows thinned, the bridge of her nose more pronounced. Ears turned more oval-shaped with a slight tip like an Elf's and her skin was tinted green. Stunned, Harry merely stared just like she did to him.

Since his magic didn't react negatively to the change, nor did the woman's tiny magic didn't sharpen in hostility, Harry relaxed slightly and smiled politely. Her magic gave him the sense of kindness and innocence, so she must not be dangerous. Perhaps she was a magical creature he didn't know about? He wasn't exactly an expert in magical creatures, nor did he really study much about them when he became a hermit – basically – in Grimmauld Palace.

The nurse blinked her face rippling and returning to human, and returned the smile cheerfully. Even the way she walked over vaguely reminded Harry of how a deer would walk, dancing lightly on her feet without making noise. "Hello, you look like you're feeling much better. The doctors only diagnosed exhaustion and stress, so you're free to leave whenever you're ready."

"Ah, thank you." Harry nodded in thanks, taking his folded clothes she handed him, only now noticing he was in the standard hospital clothes. She hovered next to him excitedly as if she was waiting for something, and he smiled in confusion.

"I'm Hope Patterson, nice to meet you," She held her hand out expectantly, arm shaking in her excitement. Harry wondered if she just happened to recognize him and was just another fangirl, because then at least it meant she could help him Floo back home and forget this whole incident.

"Harry Potter," He introduced, probably unnecessary considering her excitement, and shook her hand obligingly.

"It's nice to meet you, the doctors needed your name to finish the report and you will just need to sign out on the clipboard next to the front desk." He thanked her once more and ignoring her strange reluctance to leave, went to the bathroom to change.

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Harry was glad that he had started to wear his magic-shrunk trunk on a necklace. It was a family trunk he found in the Potter vault, which was connected to his Gringotts bank accounts. Though he had to compromise with the Goblins to "forgave" him. Just thinking about it made Harry tired. He returned them the Gryffindor sword and then gave them his memories of the event to prove that he had only taken the Hufflepuff Cup to get rid of Voldyshorts.

He had some muggle money in the trunk, so he took it out so he could pay the hospital bill. Since it had the Capacious extremis, the extension charm, on it, he usually held most of his possessions in there for safe keeping after placing whatever protection spells he found on it. It also had a few pairs of clothes, some simple potions he taught himself (since Snape never actually taught correctly), his broom, and just about everything he would ever need.

Really, it would seem too convenient, but Harry had long decided to be prepared because trouble always finds him.

Now fully changed back into his clothes, Harry glanced over at the mirror in the bathroom, watching his magic reflect off the mirror beautifully. A surge of affection through his magic made him smile, comforted by something that he knew would never betray him or be busy with something else. Harry frowned when he realized that sounded very pitiful, but shrugged, this was just how he was.

When he left the room, the nurse was still there. Harry paused, uncomfortable yet again in the face of an admiring stranger. Harry smiled uncertainly, wishing he could be used to these kinds of people. Finally, she jumped, blinked, and smiled apologetically for her behavior. Harry thanked God and let her lead him out to the front desk.

When she wasn't looking, he sighed in relief and relaxed more. He had no problem signing out and paying up front at the desk his charge, but then he caught sight of one of the secretaries' newspaper.

PORTLAND TRIBUNE

Why did it say that the year was 2011? Wasn't it still 1998? Harry really hoped he didn't completely defy even the laws of magic and somehow teleport himself into the future. Perhaps it's because of those rune's in the alleyway? Harry didn't have a clue, nor did have a handy time turner. Running a hand through his already messy hair, Harry sighed deeply and resisted the urge to hit his head against the counter.

"Are you alright, Mr. Potter?" Hope appeared worriedly, face immediately rippling into the now familiar doe-like creature.

"Ah, um…" What could Harry possibly say? "Yes, I just realized I haven't met with my friend yet. We had planned to meet the day when you found me, but I wasn't feeling well and you happened to find me when I collapsed." Harry hoped that sounded possible enough.

"Oh, well, you are welcome to use the hospital phone to call them." Harry mentally cheered that he didn't have to do any more awkward lies.

"Yes, thank you." Harry stared at the hospital phone, realizing the only one of his friends to actually have a phone was Hermione. Unless he was desperate enough to call the Dursleys, which he wasn't. Groaning, Harry put in her number and waited.

However, when the line connected, it was definitely not Hermione's voice that came through. For one, it was a male's voice and it couldn't have been Ron because Ron would be more likely to hex the phone in surprise rather than actually know how to answer. He hung up immediately, magic rolling and expressing his agitation the way his outward expression didn't.

Suddenly, the feeling of innocence and kindness was back. Turning around, Harry was proved right when Hope was in sight. Relaxing, since it was hard to freak out when her strange magic was rather calming in nature, Harry turned to study her instead. Her peaceful aura seemed to have the same reaction to the other patients as well, so Harry assumed it had something to do with her creature heritage.

His train of thought was interrupted when a hand curled around his and he looked down to see a young boy clutching his hand and staring up at him. The poor kid's eyes were red with strain and he looked positively ill, but it seemed to heal partially as the kid held onto him. Then the kid's face rippled just like Hope's had, though he distinctly resembled a beaver, and the change from human to the creature was more drastic than Hope's had. He grew a coat of dull golden fur, though his brown hair remained as it was, his noses became black, he grew whiskers and his front teeth grew out into buckteeth.

Much like Hope was, the kid stared wide-eyed, eyes flickering around Harry and on him. Before Harry could say anything, the kid's father ran up and apologized, pulling the kid back. He was rather short, though Harry couldn't really be one to state that since he was too, with short blond hair and his skin was a bit red. Unlike his son, the man seemed timider in nature and his face rippled into the creature form just like his son's.

The man froze in the middle of his multiple apologize and stared. Harry, quickly becoming tired of this running trend and wondering why he was suddenly running into so many people with creature heritage that made them transform like a Veela did, smiled and muttered a quick, "it's no problem," and left the hospital quickly.

Only, as he quickly walked down the streets, he swore he caught more transformations in the corners of his eyes. Pretending not to notice this time, Harry rushed away.

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Yeah, Harry has no clue what any of them are. Hope and the other Wesen doesn't realize he can see their woge either because he didn't react in horror or fear or even surprise like many other regular people might have. Harry also is not a Grimm here, so they don't see the whole depths of darkness in his eyes. Harry is a wizard, so he doesn't find it that unusual or impossible, but he is rather confused. And to confirm, yes, he is in the Grimm world, so his reputation doesn't exist but he doesn't know about that yet.

Oh, and Hope isn't – like – in love with him or something. I'm just doing something different than the rest of the Harry Potter and Grimm crossovers. You'll just have to wait and see why she was reacting like that. XD

Tell me what you think! Did I write Harry well?