Disclaimer: Not mine

Kiza isn't a character option on ffnet, so letting you know the pairings here. Harry/Kiza and Caine/Jupiter.

Please re-read ch1, at least from where the demon wars start as something was added.

Chapter 2

Harry stood at the window, looking out at the Chicago skyline, still barely able to believe it even after two years in this world. He'd never been to America before waking in that field, but he knew it had been years since cities like this existed, he'd thought he'd been dumped back in the past until he saw the date, 2015. Far past the date when he had stepped into the portal. There was no sign of the invasion and war that had destroyed his world, so he wasn't entirely sure what had happened to him. He was a soldier with no war to fight and he was still trying to relax into civilian life.

There were no signs of magic in this world, he'd looked, researching everything he could find on magic, but it was all folklore and fantasy. The forceful merging of science and magic meant that even in a war, a lot of the things he was used to were more advanced than this future world, which was a little weird. He was thankful for that, and that everyone carried all of their belongings on them at all times, since it had allowed him to create a life for himself, with all the necessary paperwork. Landing in an English-speaking country had also been helpful, even if his implant could translate for him he preferred not to rely on it. There wasn't anything he could do about his accent, so he was still a Brit, just one that had become an American citizen as well. He had chosen to stay close to where he had appeared, in case someone, somehow came looking for him, no matter how unlikely that was. he had a nice townhouse in the suburbs of the city and no job, living off 'family money'. But what job could he do? He'd never had a job and the few he had the skills for either didn't exist here or held no interest for him.

He'd started writing a few months back, getting everything in paper, well computer. And it had hit him, he could always publish fantasy books, his life was one big soap opera after all. It was an interesting idea and one he was toying with still. He was drifting, and he knew it, he never did well without a purpose or goal. He'd had a goal at first, learning to access the internet and getting his implant to adapt to it, ensuring he had an identity here, a home, money…now? He frowned as he stared at the street, well for right now his goal would be protecting that girl from the thugs following her.

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Jupiter walked quickly, while trying not to look like she wanted to run. This was all Vladie's fault. He was the one with debts but now…the guys he played with had seen her and decided to get the money from her, not that she had any. She wished it wasn't so late, that there were others on the street…anything. And then gentle hands gripped her shoulders and she was pulled into a hug.

"Play along," an accented voice whispered in her ear and her eyes widened in shock. "I was starting to think you weren't coming tonight," he said at a normal volume. "Dinner's ready," he stepped back and offered a hand and Jupiter stared into stunning green eyes, unsure. He could be a Good Samaritan…or she could be better off with Vladie's poker buddies. He smiled softly, and Jupiter took his hand, letting him guide her up the stairs and into the townhouse where he quickly bolted the door and the peered out onto the street through the curtains. "Damn it, they're hanging around." He moved away and motioned her into another room where Jupiter found a comfortable lounge room. "Are you hurt?"

"No…"

"It's alright, I won't hurt you. Harry Potter," he offered his hand and she shook it.

"Jupiter Jones."

"So, what did you do to annoy the Russian Mob, Miss Jones?" he asked teasingly, and she scowled.

"Nothing," she muttered what she was going to do to Vladie in Russian and he laughed.

"I feel sorry for him, though not too much since he nearly got you hurt. Phone's on the table, you better call a taxi or the police."

"Thanks," she went to move past him and he backed off, sensing her unease. She picked up the phone and quickly dialled home, she couldn't afford a taxi. She spoke quickly with her uncle then hung up and glanced around for her host, finding him in the kitchen. "Guess you were telling the truth out there about dinner," she offered awkwardly, and he chuckled.

"First thing that popped into my head honestly," he shrugged. "Want some?"

"I already ate. You, ah…. live here alone?" she winced but he just laughed and shook his head.

"Other than Padfoot, don't worry he doesn't scratch."

"Wha…" and the she felt something land on her shoulder and turned her head to find herself staring at a black cat. "Oh," she slowly lifted her hand to pet him and the cat began to purr, pressing into her touch.

"He likes pouncing visitors, sorry. Hope you're not allergic," Harry finished off the soup and put the bowl in the sink.

"I'm not," she assured him, smiling at the cat. "Padfoot?"

"My Godfather's dog, he died when I was fifteen and the name seemed appropriate," Harry led her back to the living room.

"I'm sorry."

Harry just shrugged, "He was a good dog, but he had a hard life." he moved around, going back to the chores he'd been putting off in his reminiscing.

"Do you have a cleaner?" Jupiter asked as she watched him.

"No, I've been meaning to look into it, this place is a bit big to handle by myself," harry admitted, there was no shame in it.

"My uncle runs a cleaning business," Jupiter pointed out and Harry turned to face her.

"Really?"

"Yes, we clean a house next street over, that's where I was coming from, I stayed back to help with some extra things."

Well that was convenient. Harry thought it over, he could clean with magic, but he didn't like to. She had called family, not the police and obviously didn't want them involved…a lot of cleaners were illegals. That didn't make them bad people, but it did make life hard for them. And something…maybe it was his saving people thing, maybe something else. "Alright, let's see what can be arranged. Who do I need to speak with?"

"My Uncle runs it," she looked out the window and grinned. "That's his van." She waved from the window and Vassily moved up the stairs. Harry went and unlocked the door for him.

"Jupiter, are you alright?"

"I'm fine Uncle, just spooked," she smiled, and he nodded.

"Good, good. Thank you for saving her," he offered his hand to Harry who shook it.

"No problem. Jupiter tells me you're the person to talk to about house cleaning," Harry showed him into the living room and when they left an hour later it had been arranged that they would clean Harry's place before the Marks the next street over.

TBC…

Bit of a filler chap letting them meet.