Steve woke first. The man from last night was curled under his chin his body tucked against him. Bucky was laying against his side his arm thrown over the both of them. Steve let out a sigh. He could breathe. Bucky moved curling against him.

"Care to tell me what happened last night?"

Steve looked over to Bucky who'd cracked his eyes and was taking in the mop of black hair under his chin. Bucky couldn't help but grin. "Do you have something to tell me?"

Steve blushed to his feet. "No."

Bucky sat up on his elbow and looked at the man. "He told me I smelled sexy when I was carrying him in here."

Steve rolled his eyes and slapped Bucky.

"Do I smell nice Stevie?"

The man beside them moved curling up more into Steve. Steve froze as Bucky snickered.

"Must be cold." Bucky whispered. "Now seriously, what happened?"

"I stopped in an alley to catch my breath and heard someone groan. I knew by his clothes he wasn't some vagrant, but Bucky he was loosing so much blood. I somehow got him here. I carried him but I could only make it to the living room. I stitched him up and then I had an attack."

Bucky was suddenly on alert. "You sound okay."

Steve just nodded. "I only remember some of it. I passed out for a while. I woke up as he was pulling my shirt off and making me drink something. The next thing I remember, we were on the couch and he was rubbing my chest begging me not to die and I was warm for the first time since summer."

"Did he say anything else?"

"No, and I think he's British."

Harry jerked in his sleep and groaned. He opened his eyes and looked at Bucky and Steve. It took him a second to remember what happened. He shot up getting closer to Steve his hand resting on his chest. "You sound better. Hold on."

Harry stopped cursed when the cold hit him. He looked down at his pants. "I'm covered in Merlin knows what."

He dropped his pants and headed to his trunk. He dug though the contents and pulled out another vial for wizarding flu. He walked back in the room and handed it over. "Drink."

Steve took it and threw it back. They both watched the man as Steve drank. Steve took in a deep breath and still felt fire. "What is that?"

"It should help." Harry laid his hands back on Steve's chest. "You don't sound like your lungs are wet anymore."

Bucky laughed Harry turned to him. "Nice panties."

Harry looked down. He was wearing boxers. "What's wrong with my pants?'

Bucky pointed. Harry rolled his eyes and flipped around.

"They make my arse look nice." Bucky snickered white Steve blushed. "I know this seems like a really strange question but where am I?"

"I pulled you out of an alley."

Harry nodded. "But, where are we?"

"New York."

Harry's mouth fell open.

"Where did you think you were?"

Harry grinned, lying it was. "I don't remember. I must have hit my head."

Steve sat up looking at him. "What is the last thing you remember?"

"I planned on getting away for a year. I…" Harry stopped talking. How could he lie and not lie. Sirius always told him lie with the truth. "My family is very insane and I wanted to escape for a while."

Bucky looked at him. "You're not trying to get away from the war?"

Harry's eyes popped open. Where they wizards? If they were they could know him and send him back. "War?"

Bucky's mouth fell open. "Nazis."

Harry's mouth fell open, oh bullocks. "No, I'm not running from the war."

Steve and Bucky watched him. "Where are you going to stay?"

Harry laughed. He had his money bag but it was all wizard money. He would need to find Gringotts America and switch funds. He should have enough to find a room but he knew nothing about this time period. How the fuck was he supposed to get back to the future. If he made it to Hogwarts, they could probably send him back. He could lie about his name so no one would know it was him. If Dumbledore found out what he was planning, he would try to stop him. He didn't know how much Dumbledore was willing to do. He'd controlled every aspect of his life he couldn't let that happen. As long as the ministry here didn't find out he was here, he could stay safe until he was seventeen and he could maybe live through this shite. Bucky and Steve were watching his face as he ran through his thoughts.

"Do you have somewhere to go?"

Harry shook his head. "I'll have to find a place. I plan to stay for eight months."

"Stay here." Bucky said shrugging.

Harry looked at him confused. "Why would you help me?"

"You saved Steve, he saved you." He shrugged again.

Harry sat down on the bed. He shouldn't he would have too many chances to fuck up and say something that could expose him. He didn't want to be alone. He felt alone since Sirius.

"Okay."

They both smiled making Harry smile. Harry grinned. "Stay here a second. I have a surprise."

Both men watched him curiously as he headed back to his trunk. Harry pulled out the bag Dobby gave him. Bless Dobby, Harry looked at the spells Dobby gave him for replicating food. He pulled out a warm cinnamon bun and began replicating them after he transfigure a piece of old newspapers to a huge bowl. He piled them up until the bowl was full. They were still warm with sticky icing. He walked back in the room and watched both men's mouth fall open.

"Where did you get these?"

"My butler packed them."

Bucky grabbed one and moaned as he ate it. Harry laughed.

"Yeah, you should stay. I don't think I've ever eaten anything this good."

"I know he is my hero when it comes to food."

"You have a butler?" Steve asked confused. "Why…" He shook his head. "Doesn't matter you can stay."

Harry gave Bucky the bowl. "Harry."

"Bucky and Steve."

Harry crawled back under the covers. "It's bloody freezing."

Bucky snorted eating another bun. "Winter."

Harry just squished farther down in the blankets.

Steve laughed. "I need to head to work."

"No, you need to relax. Your lungs will need to heal."

Steve huffed. "It's warm where I work."

Bucky and Harry looked at each other. "If you go, I want you to take my scarf and keep it on your mouth all day."

He nodded and got out of bed. Harry stayed as he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Bucky had leaned up and was still eating. "You have to work today too?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to head to the city today, is that okay?"

"Yea."

Harry strode out of the bed and headed for his trunk. He pushed it out of the way so no one would trip over it and pulled out a pair of school slacks and white shirt. Most of his normal clothes wouldn't work now. He was going to have to shop to fit in. This was going to be a nightmare. Harry waited until Steve and Bucky were both dressed and leaving to join them. He walked with them most of the way. The scarf, he'd given warming and dry charms was wrapped around Steve's face.

They split and Harry walked to Grand Central Station. The entrance to the wizard community was there. New York's wizarding community was crowded most men and women wore clothes for the period. Harry walked past them to the streets beyond and the bank. He walked inside and almost sighed, it felt familiar. He moved to the counter and waited for a goblin to help him. It took several minutes but he didn't mind waiting.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I need to convert coins to American dollars."

"How much?"

Harry pulled out the money bag Dobby gave him from the goblins. The goblins face changed comically. Oh shite, Harry though. What now?

"Would you care to wait for a second?"

Harry shook his head. The goblin moved out of sight and then came back several minutes later with another goblin in tow.

"Is something wrong?"

"Where did you get that bag?"

Harry raised it putting it on the counter. "My friend went to the bank for me while I was in school. He took everything from my school vault and came back with it."

"Is your friend on your account?"

Harry was getting worried. "I don't think so. He said it wasn't a problem. House elves could do banking with the permission of the bank holder."

"You have a friend that is a house elf?"

Harry smiled and couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, yes."

They both stared at him not commenting. "Can you pull a coin from the bag for us?"

Harry stuck his hand inside and pulled out a handful of galleons and put them on the counter. That seemed to confuse the goblins more.

"You look upset."

The goblin hummed. "The bag is a privilege for large account holders. Each bag is made and known by all goblins. We have no record of this one."

"I was told by the person I got it from goblins could keep secrets and were under no obligations under the ministries. You have your loyalty to your customers and each other. Is that correct?"

They nodded

"Do you have an office and I can explain more."

They moved motioning Harry around to the back. He followed them quietly until he was led to an office. They sat down and Harry began to ring his hands.

"I ask that what I tell you stay between us three. Hopefully by the end, you will understand why but I need to make sure my presence here stays undetected."

"Are you on the run from the ministry?"

"In a sense, but not for the reason most people would think."

Harry hoped Dobby was right and he could trust them. Harry told them his story and how he'd gotten here. They sat listening to him without interruption. He left out names because he didn't want the mess up the future and just spoke of everything else. When he was finished, the goblin stood and walked from the room. Harry waited not knowing what his fate would be. The goblin returned and sat a parchment down in front of him.

"Will you please drop several drops of blood in each circle?"

He held up a knife and Harry did as he was asked. He waited as the goblin walked behind the desk and sat looking at the parchment.

"Goblin magic is like house elf magic. It's very different from wizarding magic. Our parchments tell us what your accounts are from your blood. Time is not a factor. It will let us know if your story is true." Harry nodded.

It took several minutes as they sat in silence. The goblins read over the parchment and they both looked at him stunned.

"Is something wrong?"

"Where you ever told what accounts you inherited?"

"Yeah, my school vault."

"Is that all?"

"I have only gone to the bank before start of term every year. I was led to my school vault and then that was it. I've never been told anything different."

The goblin made a hissing noise and handed over the parchment to Harry.

Harry James Potter, 16 vaults Potter, Black, Evans, Magical heir to Salazar Slytherin and all vaults left by Salazar.

"What?"

"There has never been an heir to the Slytherin vault that we know of."

"Are you serious?"

"The stories from the goblins at the time were Salazar made it so only someone with his blood who could open his chamber could become his magical heir."

"I don't have his blood."

The goblins studied him. One of the goblins whipped out another parchment. Harry automatically cut himself and let the blood drop into the circle. This one was faster.

Harry James Potter magical level 312% Merlin scale, creature inheritance several diluted should not inherit but power from blood, horcrux one- Tom Marvolo Riddle. Love potions Ginerva Weasley, diluted, obedience potions Albus Dumbledore, half strength diluting.

Harry made a sound at the back of his throat.

"If you survived, if Riddle had become the magical heir, his powers passed to you when his horcrux attached itself to you. You became his magical heir. Once given, it cannot be taken away. You are the true heir to Salazar Slytherin."

Harry felt like crying. "This is why he didn't train me and kept me hidden and subjugated. He plans for me to die. Voldemort can't be killed while I live."

The goblins just watched him as Harry leaned back in the chair and let this information sink in. It made sense. Dumbledore would want him to be dependant on him and keeping him powerless and ignorant would have him walk straight to his death.

"Do you know of a way to kill the horcrux without killing me?"

They both shook their heads.

"You have the most recorded power in history. Most wizards range from forty to sixty percent."

"It won't help me in the end. Either way, I will have to die."

"Are you planning on going back?"

"I planned to run away long enough to turn seventeen. At least then, I won't be under the ministry's thumb. I just need eight months." They turned to each other.

"We will keep your secret."

Harry released a breath."

"Do you want to see the Salazar Slytherin vaults?"

Harry shook his head no. "Is it possible that one of you could check to see if he has any spell books or potion books?"

"Yes, we charge a fee, but that can be done."

Harry pulled out the bag and handed it over. "Can I have this converted and you can pull the fee from there also."

The goblin nodded and took the bag. He stood and left the room. Harry waited while the other goblin watched him. Harry hated the quiet.

"Is there something I can do to thank you?"

The goblin smiled it looked very threatening. "No, Master Potter."

Harry nodded. The other goblin returned and handed Harry his bag.

"Do you need to count it?"

Harry laughed. "I trust you. You've been more honest to me about myself than the people who are supposed to protect me." Harry bowed. "I thank you and will not forget this."

"You are a very strange wizard, Mr. Potter."

"Who wants to be like most of those prejudice dicks?"

He stuffed the bag into his pocket. "I'll be staying with some muggles I met. I'll come back after a couple of weeks and see if you found any books."

They both nodded and Harry turned to leave. He put his head down and walked out of the bank and headed back out to the street. Harry looked around for any clothing shops. He wanted to laugh. He had no idea what he was doing. He pulled out his money bag and looked inside. There was a huge roll of twenties and there were still galleons inside. He trusted the goblins to know they probably converted as much as he needed.

He started walking back and saw a shop with suits inside. Harry took a deep breath and prepared to lie. He walked inside and looked around. A man immediately walked to him. Harry smiled and thickened his accent.

"I need your help. Please forgive me but I just arrived today from London. The ship I traveled on had a small accident and two of my trunks were destroyed. My clothes were damaged. My third trunk had mostly dinner attire and they won't be able to get to them for a few days. I'm wearing the clothes I relax in."

Harry put on his most angelic apologetic smile. "My butler buys and dresses me. He feels my ability to pick my own clothes and dress myself is highly amusing. I don't even know my correct sizes."

"I need clothes that are workable to walk around and tour the sights. I'm going to have to buy for our estates holdings. I will be eternally grateful. I need shirts, boots, pants, jumpers and everything in between. I need seven changes until the rest of my party arrives and I have my other trunks arrive."

The man was shaking his head completely applaud by Harry's story. "Sir, I will be more than happy to help."

Harry smiled. He thanked Fred and George for helping him lie a little better and the fact it seemed people trusted each other more in this time. Thank Merlin. Harry was led to the back and measured. The man looked at Harry's trainers and Harry looked down at him apologetically.

"That is why I'm not aloud to dress myself."

The man snickered. He was given a set of clothes to try on. He put on the thick slacks, shirt, and boots. He walked out and felt more like he belonged here and much warmer. He was given six more sets of clothes. He refused the huge pants that he knew he wouldn't wear. He preferred his 'panties' as Bucky called them. He got thick socks and added them to the pile. He had the man get him three more changes of clothes two sizes smaller and bigger. He explained for the men he worked with whose trunks were also damaged. His total came to around two hundred.

He paid and took the brown bags and boxes his clothes came in. He apologized and flattered the man promising to visit again if he needed anything else. Harry left walking around the corner and shrunk everything to fit all in one bag. He headed back out and stopped by the pharmacy for supplies, which was amusing then stopped and bought them all dinner on the way home.

They were wrapped in newspaper. He made it back and only got lost like five or six times that he would admit too. He finally made it back and walked inside with the hidden key. He dropped the food on the small table and headed to his trunk.

No one was home yet so he unshrunk the clothes and put them in his trunk and laid out the clothes he'd bought for Bucky and Steve and placed them on the couch. He dumped the bag he got from the pharmacy. He'd bought bathroom products. Harry pulled open one of the sandwich and chips packs and started to eat.

He pulled out his school clothes from earlier and shrunk them and put them at the bottom of the trunk. He was still munching when Bucky walked in the door. He was covered in what looked like dust. He saw the food and pounced on the food. Harry just smirked.

"Good?"

"Um." Bucky kept eating as he strode to the bedroom stripping.

He was in the bathroom when Steve walked in. Harry smiled and pushed the newspaper to him. Steve opened the paper and ate pulling a seat out and joining Harry. Harry looked around the living room. There was a small fireplace. He took his wrapper and walked over throwing wood in and made a fire. He used his magic to start it.

"Is there no heat in the flat?"

"The boiler hasn't worked all winter."

Harry sat down in the floor watching the fire. Steve walked into the bedroom after he finished eating. Harry's thoughts were still unsettled from what he heard earlier. Everyone had been lying to him. He had to accept the fact he would be going back to the future to his time to die. He began to flick his fingers and make heating spells. The room began to heat up as he sat. Steve dropped down beside him. Harry jumped and laughed.

"Did you get everything you needed done?"

"Yeah, went to the bank and went and got some jumpers. I got you guys some too. I hope they fit."

Steve turned around as Harry pointed to the couch. "You didn't have to do that."

"I was already there and thought I could help you guys out. You did it for me."

Bucky dropped down beside them. They sat in silence all looking at the fire. Harry added more wood before getting up and grabbing pajamas and changing in the bedroom. He walked out pushing the clothes off the couch and laid down. Harry listened to Bucky and Steve's voice as they talked.

"It looks like the paper has put my job on hold for the next couple of months.

"Steve, we will be fire."

Steve looked upset. Harry stood took half the bills out of his bag and dropped them on the floor between them.

"That should help."

They both stared at him shocked. Bucky picked up the cash.

"We can't take this."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I would have to pay rent if I was staying anywhere else. Why can't I pay you?"

"Harry, there is 1500.0 dollars here it would pay rent for years."

"Then you owe me some biscuits."

Bucky just laughed.

"You have a date tonight Bucky?" Steve asked.

"I'm supposed to meet some of the boys from work tonight."

Bucky got up stuffing the bills in a large can in the kitchen. Harry and Steve sat quietly as he got ready. Harry whistled as Bucky walked out. Bucky turned sideways and strutted to the door. Harry snickered as he turned back and smiled.

"Why don't you guys join me?"

Harry shook his head. Bucky nodded his head and walked out the door. Harry snickered.

"Is he always like that?"

"Yeah."

Harry looked to Steve. Steve was staring down at the fire his hand going to his chest. Harry looked to Steve. Harry moved sitting with him again. The room had warmed up.

"Is your chest hurting?"

Steve laughed. "Opposite, I haven't felt this good in years."

"Where do you want me to sleep?"

Steve grinned. "Bucky can sleep on the couch. He'll probably be to drunk to notice."

Harry moved pulling Steve up and headed for the bedroom. "Could we drag the bed to the living room and stay warm?"

They hauled the mattress to the living room floor and curled up in the blankets watching the fire. Harry felt safe for the first time in months. Harry felt Bucky push him over into Steve during the night but barely woke. He curled into the warmth and fell back asleep.