A/N: Thank you everyone for your reviews. I am glad that you guys are liking the story so far. Please note that it will be AU.

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Harry woke the next morning feeling more rested than usual, having had no nightmares throughout the night; something that had not happened in a long time. He went through his normal morning ritual of taking a hot shower and brushing his teeth and his hair before getting dressed and heading down for breakfast.

Kreacher already had the table set and had disappeared somewhere. Harry had thought that the elf would remain at Hogwarts, but the elf had proven stubborn and had apparently decided that Harry needed a keeper. Harry had thought about ordering the old elf to return to Hogwarts, but the old elf had stared at him with his bulbous eyes and all Harry could think was that the elf had led an elf army into war. He deserved to do whatever he wanted now…even if that was taking care of him.

Kreacher tended to stay out of sight for the most part, only really showing up if he wanted to badger Harry into going to bed or eating something. Otherwise he was off doing his own thing and cleaning to his heart's content.

After filling up on breakfast, Harry went back to the sitting room and began to go through the trunk that held his parent's personal affects. It took him most of the day, but he went fairly slowly; taking the time to look everything over, read the letters he found and even smell the lingering sent on the clothes. Harry had been ecstatic when he found his parents wedding rings and even more happy when he found a box of photos, magical and muggle.

Harry cleaned up and had dinner before he came to a decision. He wanted to do the spell and move away. He had been thinking about moving for a while now, and this was just the perfect opportunity to disappear. The only problem was that even though he had the spell, he had no idea how to pronounce it.

It only took a little bit of time of pondering on the problem before Harry found a solution. Never having been one to wait after making a decision, he grabbed his cloak and flooed to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade.

He was thankful that the little village was so quiet at this time of day, allowing him to move though the pub and then though the village with ease. Hogwarts was almost completely rebuilt and would be opening back up in September, almost a year and half after the final battle. Harry had spent a lot of his time at Hogwarts lending a hand in the rebuilding efforts.

Out of those that had started right after the battle, Harry was the one that was most consistent with helping. Even Ron and Hermione rarely showed up anymore as they were busy being romantic and such. Harry thought it was easier to work without them around constantly trying to swallow each other's faces, but that could be just him.

Passing the gate, he walked the familiar path up to the castle doors, proud that he had been one of the ones to put the new doors in place. They looked exactly like he remembered the old doors looking, though without any scratches or dents from years of use, but that would change with time.

Just as he reached the steps, the doors opened to reveal the Headmistress waiting on him with a smile.

"Mr. Potter, I did not expect you today. There is not much left to do." Minerva McGonagall simply waved a hand to indicate Harry should enter the school.

"Actually Professor, I wanted to ask a favor of you." Harry grinned at Minerva.

"Of course, why don't you join me in my office? I have been organizing it today in the attempts to get everything ready. There is just so much to do to get everything prepared for the New Year. It will be good to have students roaming the halls again."

Harry just listened to his old professor as she talked on the way to the Headmaster's office. No longer was this the office of Albus Dumbledore or Severus Snape. As he sat in a chair in front of the desk, he could see that the office had already taken on the personality of its new owner. The Portrait of Albus Dumbledore twinkled down at Harry despite the fact that Harry refused to talk to the portrait at all and always ignored it. The portrait of Severus Snape just stared down at him as though waiting for him to do something that he could take point for.

After Minerva got situated in her overstuffed chair and biscuits had been set out with tea, she looked over at her former student.

"Alright, Mr. Potter. Tell me about this favor you need from me."

"Well Professor. I need to do a spell that my father left for me in the family vault, but it is in Scots Gaelic and I cannot pronounce it."

"I see. There are not all that many spells in Scots Gaelic anymore for just that reason. Most people have trouble with the pronunciation unless they get help. Well then, let's see this spell and we will see what we can do." Minerva took the scrap of paper Harry had copied the spell on and paled as she read over the spell. Looking back up at Harry, she whispered "Tha mi a 'tagradh mo dualchas? I claim my heritage?"

Harry bit his lip and then met her gaze head on. "I need you to make a promise that this stays between us, Professor." He waited until she nodded and made a promise on her magic to keep the conversation between them. "I told you a while ago that I was thinking about leaving, and I think I am going to do so soon. A long time ago, Sirius told me a secret that will help me with this. My father, James, was not actually my birth father." Harry ignored the gasp from his teacher and most of the portraits as well as the sputtering that came from Snape's portrait. "When he adopted me he placed glamour on me that could be removed with this spell. This spell will allow me to make a clean break and live my life the way I want to, without people clamoring for their savior to be their personal monkey on a string."

Harry waited in silence for his professor to react. He knew that his explanation was short and didn't actually explain very much, but even with the promise she had given, he would feel better if she knew as little as possible. He did not fancy starting a new life only for his old one to catch up with him.

"Oh. Oh Harry, I am so sorry you feel like you need to get away from everyone." She said nothing about Potter not being his birth father, fearing that it may be to raw of an issue for them to speak about. The only thing she could do was let him know she was there to help. "Of course I will help you with the spell pronunciation, and Harry, I you ever need to talk, please know I am here."

"Thank you Professor." Though he appreciated the effort and the help, he doubted that he would come to her for personal matters unless it dealt with transfiguration or Scots Gaelic. He would never tell her but she had been pretty useless as a Head of House. His secret to keep and all that.

It was hours later that McGonagall declared his pronunciation correct. It would not have taken so long except for the fact that the Professor kept feeding him biscuits and tea while they took a break to chat. By the time they were done and she had allowed him to use her floo to get home, he had taken to calling her 'biscuit lady' in his head. He didn't even like gingersnaps.

Arriving in the sitting room of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Harry dropped into his regular seat on the couch under the family tapestry and rubbed his temples in an effort to get rid of his headache. After a few minutes of quiet, he called Kreacher.

"Master is calling for his Kreacher?"

Harry looked at the elf for a few minutes before explaining. "Kreacher, I am going to be moving away from Britain soon, and I will probably be living in the muggle world. I currently have glamour on and will be taking that off as well as going by another name. Kreacher, I don't know that I will ever come back to Britain and I need to know what you want to do. If you want, you can go with me, but you would need to know that you would be living in the muggle world. You could also work at Hogwarts if that is your wish."

Kreacher just looked at Harry sadly before finally speaking. "Kreacher is not wanting to live in muggle world, but Kreacher is not wanting to leave his master."

Harry sighed before making a suggestion. He really did not want to make the elf sad if possible. "What if you work at Hogwarts and you just check up on me every once and a while. That way you don't have to live near the muggles and you can still keep an eye on me. You will always be able to find me anyway."

Kreacher thought about it for a while before nodding. "Kreacher will be doing it. Kreacher will works at Hogywarts and then checks on his master too." With a final nod, Kreacher popped away.

Harry just sighed again as he started moving around the house and shrinking things he wanted to take with him into his bag. He didn't take much from the actual house as he never really spread his belongings out. He had only been there for a little over a year and he was still only using a few rooms that had been cleaned.

He took every book, some had been left by the order from when they were doing research and some were from the Black Library. He didn't bother looking at what he got, figuring he could sort everything when he found somewhere to settle down.

Moving on to his room he packed all of his clothing except for clothes for tomorrow, he packed all of his treasures like his Firebolt, photo album, his dad's cloak and a few pictures including the one of the first Order. His school trunk went into the bag along with the others he had gotten from the vaults the day before. Once everything was packed he sat his bag on the bed and got ready for bed.

Once in his pajamas and after he had double checked that everything he wanted was packed, he sighed and made his way to the attic. It was still fairly empty from when Sirius had kept Buckbeak here. Moving across the room with sure feet, he knelt down in a seemingly random area and began to pull up a loose floorboard. With only a little hesitation, he pulled a small shoe-box out of the hole and made his way back to his bedroom.

This was another secret that he had never told anyone. Opening the box to check the meager contents, Harry looked down and found the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone. He thought he had gotten rid of them after the battle, but they had appeared the day after on his nightstand. He didn't bother trying to get rid of them again, but he did make sure to hide them so that no one would know where they were. Ron had been a bit to upset when he thought Harry had just tossed them away. If they could tempt someone that is supposed to be his friend, it was better that it be kept a secret.

Closing the box, Harry quickly slid it into the front pocket of his bag with his parent's things and his letter from his father.

Setting the bag aside and placing his Holly wand and glasses on the bedside table, Harry fell into bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning passed fairly quickly for Harry. He quickly got dressed and ate the breakfast that Kreacher had prepared before walking slowly though the house to make sure that there was nothing left unpacked. He had been completely honest with Kreacher when he had said that he did not know if he was ever going to return, so he wanted to make sure that nothing he needed was left behind.

Once he had his bag ready and was sure that everything he wanted and needed was packed securely, he made his way back into the sitting room. Following the directions in his father's letter carefully, Harry held his wand up so that it was pointed towards the ceiling with the tip right at eye level and spoke as carefully as he could. "Tha mi a 'tagradh mo dualchas: Winchester."

Harry watched in the large mirror over the fireplace as his features began to change. His hair darkened and lengthened a little bit, though it still looked like he had bed head, it looked as though it was on purpose now. His face didn't look much different other than his cheekbones being a bit higher and his chin more defined. He lost the rounded face that was so distinctive in the Potter line and ended up slightly edgier. His eyes remained the same bright green they always had. His body widened a little bit and grew a few inches, making Harry smile…he had always hated that he was so short and skinny…damn those Dursleys.

After everything had settled, Harry squinted his eyes to get a better look at himself…he was slightly blurry. With a start, Harry reached up and took of the round glasses he had always warn. Looking into the mirror, he could see himself clearly, and though he thought he didn't look too different…enough that he still felt like himself, he knew that no one would recognize him. They might tell him he looked a lot like the savior, but they would not think that he was actually Harry Potter.

Harry smiled as he flooed to the Leaky Cauldron without pulling his hood up. His smile turned to a smirk when the gazes of those gathered in the Leaky Cauldron just dismissed him as of no importance. It was the first time he had ever gone out in public without it feeling like the world was looking at him. This was something he would be happy to get used to.

He walked slowly so that he could enjoy the alley like everyone else and waited contently in line for a free teller. It was still early enough that the lines were short, so Harry found himself directed to an office to speak with a Senior Specialist.

"Mr. Potter, how may I assist you today?" The Goblin didn't even mention that he looked different as he spoke.

"I would like to have some documents made for the muggle world…specifically those that will be needed in America. I would also like to have my trust vault and the Potter family vault converted into an American muggle bank account. For now I will leave the Black account alone."

"Very well. What name do you want on your documents?" The Goblin pulled out a silver quill and was already making notes on a slip of parchment.

"I was told that it was possible to have a triple-barreled name and use whatever last name I wanted for different occasions, is this correct?" When the Goblin nodded he continued. "Then my full name will be Harry Potter Black Winchester." He had thought about keeping his middle name but ultimately thought that Harry James Potter Black Winchester was just too long. Hopefully people that saw his full name would think that Potter was actually his middle name.

"Very well. I will start the transfers immediately. Your Documents will include, Driver's license, Birth Certificate, Certificate of U.S. Naturalization, Passport, and muggle school records. You may pick up your new documents and bank paperwork and cards at the front tellers desk in three hours."

Harry nodded and left the office while taking note of the time. His next order of business was a bit more of a hassle as he had not spent all that much time lately in the muggle world. He was able to find a library that offered internet access fairly quickly which allowed him to purchase a plane ticket to America that afternoon.

Once he had made his purchase, he decided to kill a bit more time by getting more muggle clothing. His wardrobe mostly consisted of robes at this point. He made his way to Harrods, and after finding a perky shop clerk that was suitably sad about his loss of wardrobe in a house fire, was soon the owner of a full wardrobe. He left behind a thrilled store employee and quickly found an empty alley so that he could shrink his purchases and place them into his messenger bag.

His three hours now up; Harry quickly made his way back to Gringotts and collected his new documents. He spent another two hours wondering the alleys and making last minuet purchases, unsure of what would be available in America.

After deciding he had everything he could possibly need, he made his way to the airport and began to wait for his new life to start.

Harry's flight arrived too late to get anything done, so Harry had a taxi take him to a nice hotel near the magical district so that he could get a room for a night or two. He would have to go to the building that housed the MACUSA housed in the Woolworth Building in downtown New York City so that he could get his wand permit; something that all American Wizards had to carry.

Once he was awake and had taken advantage of room service, Harry quickly took his documents to the Woolworth Building and was processed as a new magical citizen of the United States of America. He was given his permit to carry a wand and a booklet that told him of the laws he would need to be aware of. All in all, Harry thought that MACUSA was much more efficient than the Ministry back in England.

As he was heading out to make his way to the local Gringotts, he was stopped by an official looking woman.

"Mr. Winchester?" Harry paused at being addressed by his new surname.

"Yes?"

"My name is Darla Dearlove. May I speak with you a moment? We could talk in my office."

Pausing only for a moment before giving his consent, he followed her into a small office and settled into a chair facing her cluttered desk.

"What is this about?" He was curious as to why he had been stopped.

"I was notified when you applied for your wand permit under a flagged name. I followed the events happening in England and put the pieces together, especially since you no longer look the same. While I am surprised that you have also taken on your godfather's last name, it is not for me to judge and I have no interest in letting the world know that Harry Potter his moved to America."

Harry had tensed when she began speaking but was slowly starting to relax.

"It is actually the name of Winchester that brought you to my attention as it has been flagged. I have to ask, is there a relation between you and John Winchester?"

Harry's brows rose. "He is actually my biological father. Why is his name flagged?" He knew of no reason his birth father would have to interact with the magical world…unless he had a magical child of course. James had been sure that the man was a muggle.

"Well, the thing is that he is a Hunter." When Harry just looked confused she explained. "Here in America we have our own magical creatures: the Wampus cat, Jackalopes, sasquatch and the White River Monster. Aside from the magical creatures, America also has other types of supernatural beings that are very active. Somehow the No-Mag became supernatural, No-Maj vampires and werewolves are very different than their magical counterparts. There are shapeshifters, No-Maj ghosts and poltergeist; all of which cause untold problems. Demons are still active here which means that we still have problems with the No-Maj selling their souls for power and calling themselves witches."

"For the most part we do nothing, as the No-Maj have what we call hunters. They are No-Maj that became aware of the supernatural but not the magical world; please understand that we try very hard to keep magical and supernatural very separate if possible. So we try and monitor the hunters to make sure that they are not hunting a magical creatures or beings. John Winchester and his sons, all but the youngest, are hunters."

"Ah." Harry had to take a moment to process the information he was given. Eventually he asked the first question that came to mind. "How many sons does he have?"

"Until you showed up, we only thought he had three." She opened a file that was already on her desk. "The eldest is Dean Winchester, born January twenty-fourth of seventy-nine. Of course I will update the file so that it shows you as the next eldest, and then there is Samuel Winchester, normally called Sam, who was born May second of eighty-three. The youngest is Adam Milligan who was born September twenty-ninth of nineteen ninety. I am not sure as information on hunters is very hard to come by, but I don't think Dean or Sam know about Adam, or you for that matter."

"Oh. Well, I guess that answers my questions about that. What exactly did you need from me though? I doubt you called me in here to tell me about my half-brothers."

"Well, I am not sure if you have read your law information yet, but we have a very strict policy when it comes with dealing with the No-Maj world. Practically the only people that do interact with the No-Maj are those in high position politically or those trained to speak with No-Maj parents of magicals. None of these are really great resources for finding out about a group of hunters that are exceedingly violent towards anything that they deem not normal. We cannot approach them as they would probably try and kill us, and this leaves us in a quandary."

"We have no problems staying away from the hunters, but we do feel that we should know about the creatures they hunt. We have no idea of the dangers they present, how to kill them or incapacitate them, if they are or are not useful as potions and wand ingredients. We are woefully uninformed about the supernatural side of things. About the only thing we are sure of is that it takes a demon of considerable power to possess and control the body of someone magical, but even then we have no idea what we should do with someone that is possessed."

"We have been looking for someone that could pass unnoticed in the No-Maj world and that would be safe or at least as safe as possible, that would be willing to do the research. When your name was brought to my desk, I immediately thought to see if you could do it. I know you were raised by your No-Maj relatives and you even came to America the No-Maj way. The fact that the Goblins in Britain were able to get you No-Maj paperwork is just a bonus. If anyone could keep themselves safe while doing this kind of research, I think it would probably be you with what I have heard of your adventures."

"You are offering me a job." Harry was looking at her a bit incredulously. He never expected anything like this to happen before he was really even settled.

"Well yes." She opened a drawer on her filing cabinet and pointed to the folders she had. "This is literally all of the information we have on the supernatural side of things; including information on people that we know for sure are hunters. The job may not be something you thought of before, but it is something that is needed. I could also give you a list of Magical creatures, that way if you came across any, you could harvest ingredients for extra money. It would be fairly easy to get you the paperwork to allow for it. While I am not suggesting you actually hunt, if you do, you could send in parts of whatever creature and we could have our potions and wand experts look into their usefulness."

Harry leaned back in his chair and looked at Darla Dearlove as he contemplated the offer. It was unexpected, but it would give him something to do…something that sounded at least interesting. It also provided him a roundabout way of finding out about his birth father. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted to contact him, but knowing about him would help him decide.

Making a snap decision, he leaned forward and grinned at Darla. "I will do it. Let's talk about payment."