Chapter 4: Happily, Ever After

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This fic was written ages ago as a one-shot and it was written as a HEA fic. I'm going to keep it as that. I was going to twist it, but I've already done that on many of my other ones, so this is going to stay the course.

Sorry to all those that were expecting a great smackdown of Dumbles, but he was redeemed in this fic.

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"Hey, Harry," Sirius said, about a week later, "Remus found a house a few blocks away. He couldn't find one in Little Whinging, sorry." He hoped the boy was okay with them living close enough to visit daily. Then again, he might want to move in with them. That would be better.

"That's great!" Harry said, thinking that it was a wonderful situation. "I've been thinking, I don't have to stay here. I can move there with you, and just use this as my mailing address. There has to be some magic that will forward the post to your house. I mean owls will find me no matter where I am, right? I can have Dobby get my muggle post from here. I can have my phone number changed, so that takes care of phone calls. That and cell phones are becoming a thing. Best yet, I won't need to pay Vernon anymore." He was ecstatic. He had been thinking about this since Sirius said they'd be looking for a place. He just hoped his godfather was on board.

"You're right on all fronts," the dogman stated, getting just as excited. "Besides, I never liked you paying them anyway," Sirius grumbled. It had stuck in his craw that Harry thought he had to pay for his right to stay here. He had had a talk with Vernon about that and the man understood where Sirius stood on the matter. There would be no more extortion coming from that front. He'd make the fat man pay Harry back, but the boy's sense of fair play was strong. "I like the thought of you staying with us. We can fix all those things up."

"Dobby can help. Right, Dobby?" Harry asked, getting more and more excited about it as they talked.

"Yes, I's can, and Dobby will be happy to come and scare the muggles," the elf said from his place by the window. He was taking a break from his sorting of the RoR. It was teatime and his Harry Potter, sir, made sure to invite him to tea once a week. He said it made for good relations with friends.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Sirius said, a smile stretched across his face. He didn't trust Vernon one bit. He always liked the little elf. Unlike Kreacher, Dobby was devoted to Harry and would die for him. Well, that was unfair. Kreacher was like that with Regulus. It was just Sirius he hated with a passion.

"When are you moving in?" Harry asked, sipping his tea, and picking up one of the delicate cakes Dobby liked to make. Where the elf cooked, Harry had no idea, but he put out quite the spread for tea.

"Tomorrow," Sirius said, shoving a cake in his mouth. He wasn't one for delicacy. "I'll help you pack tonight. I need to pack all my things anyway," he added, knowing it would take the swish of his wand, so not much of an ordeal.

"That is being Dobby's job," Dobby said, giving Sirius a look. There was so little for Dobby to do, that he hated it when any bit was taken from him.

"Sorry, Dobby," Sirius said, going back to his tea. If the elf wanted to work, who was he to stop him.

"Hey, Sirius, do you know where I can bank all my money. Dobby finished selling the basilisk parts and he's almost done with the Room of Requirements, and I'm now quite rich. I just don't know how to justify the money." Harry approached the subject he had been putting off. "I have too much to just keep it hidden in the floorboards. I told you about MI6, right?" He showed him his stash, and his godfather's eyes widened.

"Wow, you must be worth more than me," Sirius said, thinking hard for a moment. He didn't know much about muggle money, but what he was looking at was a lot. He knew how to forge muggle documents, but what to do was the question. He did remember the MI6, and he didn't want to tangle with them. They might be in the know about magicals. He'd have to make those some really good documents.

"It's a couple million galleons worth," Harry confessed, making Sirius whistle.

"We can say you inherited them from an uncle. He'd have to be foreign. You can say he was a hoarder," the older man stated thoughtfully, thinking of all the money the boy had. "You'd need to do something with the magical money though." There was quite the haul of that too. He was extremely impressed.

"I plan on keeping it in my bottomless bag for now," Harry confessed. Right now, he had a ton of pounds and fracs and deutsche marks. He was a multi-millionaire. He needed to get them in the bank. Not to mention the galleons galore.

"There's a dwarf bank in Switzerland that you can use, but it is magical," Sirius offered.

"I think I'll pass," Harry said, still wanting to maintain his distance from the magical world, even a foreign one.

"Okay, muggle it is. We'll get it set up after tea," Sirius said, finishing off his cake and pouring himself more tea.

They talked about nothing important for a while and then forged the documents that claimed Harry's Uncle Scott Valmik died recently in India. He was an investor that hoarded his money. The man had made his windfall selling exotic animal parts to foreign countries, which was close to the truth.

The bank bought it, and Harry had a shiny new bank account. Harry Potter was now the owner of an account that was worth over five million pounds. Sirius was his guardian on file and the only other person who could draw from the account. The Dursleys were never mentioned, nor would they ever be.

"Now that we've got that done, let's get you ready to move out of the Dursleys," Sirius said as they left the bank. "I want to leave there first thing in the morning." He was all for just skedaddling, but Remus was still setting up the house. He wouldn't even get the keys until the office opened in the morning.

"Do you need me to help with the mortgage?" Harry asked, wanting to pay his way. He was quite used to it. He paid for everything since he entered the magical world. Before that he paid with his labor.

"No, the house is a rental. That's why it was so hard to find. We didn't want to buy anything in this neighborhood," Sirius said, clapping the boy's shoulder. "We've got it. You just worry about your studies." He hated the fact that Harry felt he needed to pay his way. He was just a kid. Sure, it would help him when he was an adult, but it saddened him that his godson learned that lesson so young.

"Alright," Harry said, grinning like a loon. It was nice not to have to worry about money for a while.

They went back to the Dursleys and found that Dobby had all of Harry's things all packed and ready to go. The only thing left out was his pajamas for the night. Harry was happy enough to change into them and rest for the rest of the night.

"You know what? Let's get a hotel for the night," Sirius said, moving to get his own things. There was no need for them to stay another night here. He hated the Dursleys. They were a muggle version of his family.

Dobby snapped his fingers, and all his stuff was packed too.

"Okay," Harry said, throwing a jacket over his pajamas. He slipped on his shoes and was ready to go. He didn't feel the need to get dressed again.

Sirius just chuckled at his antics and grabbed his arm and apparated them to the alley off the Leaky Cauldron. It was the only apparation spot he knew in London. "We can walk from here," he said, moving them from the alley. They walked a couple of blocks and found a modest hotel to spend the night in.

The next morning, Remus called Sirius and yelled at him for disappearing without letting him know where they were going. Then he let him know the house was ready. The three of them went to the new house and were impressed with the three-bedroom house. It was a ranch style house that was spread out in an L shape fashion. With the living area in the front and the bedrooms in the back.

"It's nice," Harry said, looking around. There was no furniture as of yet, but they could take care of that without a problem. They had magic on their side. That and they had a Dobby, who had a ton of antique furniture that he had acquired from the RoR. "Dobby," he called, making the two men look at him inquiringly.

"Harry Potter is calling Dobby," the elf said, popping in.

"Do you think you can furnish this place?" Harry asked, waving his hand to indicate the house.

Dobby looked around and gave the house a critical eye. He started snapping his fingers and furniture started appearing. Suddenly chairs, couches, tables, lamps, pictures, rugs, desks, tapestries, and other sundries appeared and disappeared as the elf placed and removed what he thought should and shouldn't be there.

Finally, he settled on a tan couch and three brown chairs, around a stately coffee table, with two end tables. There was a large floral rug under them, and some pictures of mountains. There was a desk that was at least three hundred years old, with a matching chair. There were stained glass lamps that adorned the room. They ranged from floor lamps to table lamps. The drapes were solid deep green, and thick.

"Thanks, Dobby," Harry said, content that the elf seemed to know what he was doing. Sure, the place looked like it belonged to a museum, but it was nice.

"It is not being a problem," Dobby said, snapping his fingers and going to do the other rooms.

"Hey, I want to pick my room first," Sirius said, running to the back of the house.

"I bet he picks the largest," Harry said with a chuckle.

"No bet," Remus concurred.

"How are you, Remus?" Harry asked as he sat on the antique couch. It was actually quite comfortable.

"I'm better. I can relax now that I'm here," the werewolf said, not elaborating.

"Good," Harry said, not pressing.

"You'd better go pick your room," Remus suggested, not caring where he slept.

"Okay," Harry said, getting up and going to do just that.

The rest of the day was spent setting up house and then they settled on setting up a schedule on how to train Harry in his magical studies and keeping up with his non-magical studies. It was decided that he would continue his high school courses on to college and then practice magic at night. Sirius and Remus registered the house as a magical household, so Harry could practice his magic as long as it was with them.

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To everyone surprise, Dumbledore stayed on as Headmaster until he died at the age of 135. Where he passed silently in the night. He lived a long and fulfilled life, redeeming himself in the eyes of everyone, even Harry Potter. Though the boy never saw him again.

In that time the school became one of the top five schools worldwide. Due to the fact that Dumbledore didn't take up his political positions again after the fall of Voldemort and dedicated himself to the school.

He realized after Harry's speech that he really had let the school down and was surprised that he still had magic left, since the vow he took when he became Headmaster stated that he would watch the school and protect all that were in it. Harry had shown him how close he had come to losing his magic. The only reason he figured he hadn't was because of the many times he or Professor Snape, on Dumbledore's orders, had rescued Harry in the nick of time.

It was after that speech that Dumbledore added muggle classes such as math, English, history… for all those who wanted to keep up with their muggle education. Of course, it was open to all students, and many took advantage of it. He encouraged the purebloods to attend so they'd learn more about muggles than if they only took muggle studies, even though it had been updated. The smarter purebloods saw the writing on the wand and knew they needed to step up their game. It was a roaring success.

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The Department of Mysteries worked hard to find Voldemort's horcruxes so that he could finally be killed. They found them months after Harry left, thanks to the one that was given to them by the goblin's healer.

They did have a hard time negotiating with the goblins but with the return of many goblin-made artifacts they made it happen. It had taken talking to many purebloods into giving up their artifacts to get them as far as they did. Ragnuk was a tough negotiator. While he wanted to see the end of the war, he felt they needed to work for it. They finally got the second to last one in the Lestrange vault, they still needed to get the snake.

After a month of negotiating, they later teamed up with the muggle army and wiped out the snake along with Voldemort. When Voldemort was dying, he drew on the dark mark to keep him alive. All Death Eaters baring the mark died with him. This left purebloods down to 1/6 of the population.

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The Wizarding World took Harry's words to heart and started looking at how to hide themselves better from the muggles. To do this they had to go to the muggle world and learn just how far advanced they were. This of course shut up the wizard raised idiots, because what they found was posted in the paper and broadcasted on the Wizard Wireless. A new department was created to keep track of muggle technology. It was led by Arthur Weasley of course.

Soon enough they invented a way to hide from the cameras and the images from the satellites. They worked together with the Muggle government to find other ways to protect themselves. It was a folded space. An illusion of sorts. It would take the space above the magical areas and fold it over those areas, and the satellites would not see them.

For the cameras, they would not do magic in front of them and anyone who did would be persona no grata to the wizarding world. They would be on their own. They would be obliviated of all knowledge of who they were and where they came from. The Statute of Secrecy must be protected at all costs.

The Muggle government knew of the Statute of Secrecy and knew that the Wizarding World had to stay hidden because of an age-old treaty between the two governments. They worked at telling the new department if someone was caught. Arthur would go and see if the Statute was indeed breeched, if it was not, he would rescue the magical, if it was, he would do his duty.

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"Harry, now that it's all been taken care of, do you want to go back to the wizarding world?" Hermione asked one day. She had just got through telling him of all the improvements that had gone on. It was all over the newspapers and there was a book out about it.

"I don't know," Harry said, looking up from his textbook. He was studying for his final test. He would get his degree in mechanical engineering with this test. "I've been away for a long time." Years had passed, and he was in his final year of college. He was going on twenty-three. Maybe, it was time to see if there was something there for him now.

"I know, but there are those that still miss you," she said, picking up his paper. She looked it over and didn't understand a lick of it. She could admit he was studying something she had no clue about. It was all about engines and mechanics.

"I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I went back," Harry said, taking down a note.

"You could make a magical car," she suggested, in a teasing manner.

"There is that," he chuckled. "That would put the niffler among the bank," he said, still taking notes. "I'll think about visiting. I really should put my money in the bank. It's not doing me any good sitting in my bottomless bag," he conceded. Dobby was still selling off antiques from the RoR years later. He was still making money off that. He had over two million galleons in his bottomless bag and nothing to do with it.

"You can spend it and up the economy," she said, perking up a bit at the thought of a shopping trip.

"I do need some magical supplies," he said thoughtfully. "I usually just have Dobby get them," he said. He tapped his chin with his pencil. Maybe it was time to go back to Diagon Alley. After all, it wasn't him that killed Voldemort. Perhaps they would just treat him like a normal man now.

"We'll make a day of it," Hermione said, getting up and grabbing her phone. It was a bulky thing, but it was all the rage. "I'll call Ron and Ginny," she said, dialing her boyfriend's number. She had finally taught him how to use a cellphone and he was okay with it. Ron liked that he could get ahold of her anytime he wanted.

"Okay," Harry said, taking the last of his notes, and putting his books away. He was still living with Sirius. Remus had moved out ages ago, after he married that Tonks girl. Sirius never seriously got involved with any woman. Harry was seeing Luna Lovegood. She just kept showing up and never left. He would have to call her and take her out on a date to make up for not taking her today.

Harry and Hermione met up with Ron and Ginny and went to Diagon Alley to do some shopping, and other then a few second glances, no one bothered them. Harry found that he had a good time with them and decided to give the magical world another chance.

Luna wasn't too upset that he went without her. She made him take her shopping to make up for it though and his wallet took the hit.

In the end, all the bigotry was finally brought down because one fed up teenage wizard and the British Wizarding World thrived for hundreds of years without a Dark Lord rising. The muggles didn't find out about them until they announced themselves six hundred years later. But that's a different story.