Harry wiped the sweat from his brow. Everything was set in motion so that he would be able to live the rest of his life. No one would be able to stop him now, there were too many safe guards, too many friends, too many records.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, I presume?" a young man greeted in French as Harry made his way into the beautiful and upscale hotel.

Harry smiled, the dimples in his cheeks making him look the ever innocent child. Unbeknownst to the man, Harry had just traveled to the Isle of Drear, one of the most famous and fearsome islands known to the wizarding world, and with good reason. Even being as good as he was, he still came home baring an annoying scar.

"Yes. Julian, right?" he asked, surprising the young worker. Harry giggled, unable to exude the innocence he wanted so badly and even felt he possessed somewhat whenever he was 'young' again. "I make it a point to know as many people who work for me as I can. How're you doing today, sir?"

Julian laughed and reddened slightly at the praise. Harry could hear the inward confusion at whether or not he should be pleased that a young boy who happened to be more powerful economically and politically than anyone else whom Julian knew, should be pleased by the attention. "Very well, thanks. Have your travels been going well?"

"Yeah, sure. Everywhere seems to have a different specific beauty no one else can match. It's cool. Did you guys get the informational packets I made?"

"Yes, sir. And all of the employers here have read them."

Harry nodded, but looked at him critically. "What about the house elves who work here? And the dwarves we employ?"

Julian blinked. "Well, no… I only saw to it that the witches and wizards in employment read the packets…?"

Harry sighed but waved off Julian's nerves. "Don't worry about it, Julian. There are four squibs we employ here. Have they been given copies?"

"Johnathan has, but I'm not sure whether or not the others took a look at it," he offered, pulling at his collar.

"Julian, stop worrying. I'm not mad at you. You are under new management, it is understandable that it will take a little getting used to. Please though, listen to what I am about to say.

"Everyone who works for the Potter name is treated as equals. While everyone has a different job, and some of those jobs have sway over others and what they do, we are still all equals. Whether you have magic or not, whether you have a wand or can produce magic from your fingertips, you are still employed by the Potter family or its other familial branches. Everyone is given the same respect and deserves the same respect because each Potter employee.

"I came into being an active manager of this specific business knowing that there is a slight prejudice. If you had completely read everything in the packet, as I had asked, and done further research, as I had also asked, than your name would have been written down on a piece of paper which is charmed to do just that." Julian paled slightly at the new information. "Yes, your name was not there. While you no doubt understand the new policies, you do not understand how complete the new policies extend because you did not read every single piece of information in the packet. I gave you the packet a week ago, it is only 150 pages long, and expected it to be read, marked, and studied even. You have not done this, and only four of your employees have, each of who I have heard from, either with questions, praise, or new ideas. One of these people, Rob Prewett, will be taking control of your position if he accepts the responsibility after tea with me today. Luckily, one of my other establishments will be in need of a manager soon, so you will be able to apply for that position after you completely read all of the packet. As of right now, however, you have lied and have not done what was asked of you by your direct employer, no matter my age or intelligence, and as such you are demoted to assistant manager for the time being. Thank you for your help, Julian, and if you have any questions or comments about what I have just said, only finish your packet and you will be able to contact me."

The group of employees who had been avidly watching the exchange were both happy and worried. Their boss had just been completely decimated by a child! But what did that actually mean for them?

"Hello, Harry?" a nervous blonde asked, stepping forward as Harry's eyes searched the crowd.

"Oh, you must be Miss Clarice! It is very nice to make your acquaintance, ma'am," Harry told her, taking her offered hand and kissing the back of it smoothly. "Are Gustave and Tanguy here with you?"

Two men stepped forward and Harry greeted them with handshakes. "Why don't we go to that lovely meeting room that overlooks the garden? That's where Rob is setting up our luncheon."

Harry made it easy for the three to forget how powerful he was as he asked question of all of them, pleased with their openness with him and knowledge of the land. Finally they were at the beautiful North Wing balcony, the 'meeting room' that was held in most esteem.

"Mr- Sorry, Harry! It's great to meet you," Rob enthusiastically greeted, shaking Harry's hand with extreme vigorousness.

"Hello there, Rob. I hope that you are finding things to be going better after our last correspondence?" As everyone made to sit at the table, Harry hurried over to Clarice's chair and stopped her from sitting, pulling it out for her and smiling cutely. "I like it when girls smile, ma'am," he admitted, noticing the surprise and amusement everyone was showing.

Clarice laughed, a lovely sound in the room, and Harry watched as Rob's eyes seemed to twinkle slightly behind the glasses he wore. "Thank you, then, Harry."

After Harry sat and food magically made its way to the table, Harry looked over at his dining partners. "Now, you four are here because you are special." Harry grinned cheekily at the four, who were confused and amused, emotions they were realizing must surround Harry because he was such an odd little boy.

"Out of all of the packets I provided to the staff here in the Dragon Haven of France, four were read completely and responded to, and you four were the ones to do it. While not all of the staff were given the opportunity to read the information, there were at least twenty-five of you who were, and only you seized the opportunity. So, first off, thank you."

"I found the new policies to be much needed, Harry," Rob told him, the enthusiasm catching his peers off guard. Rob was a rather tight lipped, stressed out fellow and it was different seeing him so excited about something.

Harry smiled at him. "Yes, I know. And that is why I want to offer you the position of manager, aka, Head Dog here in the Dragon Coven. Whad'ya say, Robbie?"

"Oh, oh, that would be wicked!" Rob let out, involuntarily switching his speech back to English, eyes glittering.

Harry laughed, as did the others, and allowed a few more giggles to escape him when Rob's face started to brighten, but the blush did nothing to diminish his prideful smile. "Alright then. You are directly in charge of keeping me up to date on how everything is going here, things that can be done to improve the hotel, all of that. I am also making Clarice, Tanguy, and Gustave managers, though you will be the head manager. Should any of you be against this change of status, I understand. It is a big responsibility and not everyone would be willing to take it…"

Everyone at the table quickly reassured Harry that they were more than okay with the change of pace, especially when Harry let them in that their previous Managers were becoming Assistant Managers to each of them. "Because of the size of the hotel, I also want to make a house elf manager and a dwarf manager. Squibs should not be held back from promotions and such, nor should they be treated as handicap in any way, however. I think that's everything… " Suddenly Harry's fingers snapped and he shook his head. "Excuse me, I completely forgot the economic part of the promotion. Hold on for one second, I don't want to get anything wrong."

Pulling out a deck of cards, Harry took out a file named for the five star hotel and passed the papers to the respective wizards and witch whom they were arranged for. "You will each be given stock in the company in which you will find yourself gaining money simply from how well your business here is doing. Each of you are also offered a house in Potterra, the country I am Prince of. Each week one thousand galleons will be placed into your vaults, or the equivalent in muggle currency into your bank accounts, should your paycheck be going there instead. Christmas bonus' are given, you get two weeks of paid vacation and at least two days off a week. Your hours are eight hours per day, with every hour of overtime being added to your Christmas bonus. Christmas bonus' are directly dependant on how much overtime everyone puts in, as that money is invested in Potter companies and dependant on how well the Potter companies are doing." Harry smirked at the awed expressions of his audience. "It's all connected, see?"

Rob laughed after a second. "I was surprised to hear my brother being so amazed by you, and thought that I understood what he was talking about after reading your informational packet, but I guess I didn't. You are not what I expected, Harry. Thank you."

…

Harry was having a nice time relaxing after his strenuous month. There were many multiples of him, created from an ancient type of magic few believed in or knew of. That, and all of the different time magic's he mastered and employed.

His magic was growing near constantly, and it was hard to keep it from straining. Luckily, many of his past familiars were finding him, or the other hims walking around on his behalf, and were helping his magic adapt and grow more smoothly. His cactakid, Prickles, had just joined the real him there in his new French hotel the night before when he and the new managers of the hotel had a mini party of sorts, their families showing up for the last minute celebration.

Prickles was good fun. His natural habitat was anywhere cactus grew, which meant mainly deserts and hot climates. He was about six inches tall and a viciously misunderstood species. The needles on his were each filled with a poison of his choosing, only gotten after experiencing the poison by being bitten, sprayed, or whatever from another toxic species. Prickles needles were harmless unless he thought he, or his friends, were in danger, and that's when the normal hair-like needles became sharp and stiff, ready to be shot into the danger and injected into a blood stream.

Harry had learned overnight that Prickles did not have a fun recent past. Harry's clone had actually showed up just before Prickles was about to commit sure suicide and unleash himself in the middle of a vampire war near his home in Arizona, where he planned on killing all of the young blood suckers by using all of his venom. Instead, Harry's clone walked past, looking over the land he had just laid claim to, and Prickles felt the possible connection and latched on. They were both happy with the arrangement.

So far, Prickles was one of eight familiars. Harry's clones had been made, each with enough magic to apparate ten times without diminishing into nothing, and possessing a pint of blood, enough to survive on the magic they had. Every time he had enough magic and blood, Harry would create another clone to go out and do his bidding. Because of how magical he was, things were going quite quickly. He was constantly being fed several lines of information from the twelve clones. He could give them more magical energy, though as they were a part of him, they were growing magically also.

Magic is like a muscle, something Harry realized very early on in his ever-long life. His body quickly adapted to the depletion of muscle and began to grow the more he exercised it, filling it back to the 'normal' size, whilst the magic outside of his body which was his was further exercising and expanding his magic. Basically, he was growing extremely strong, very fast. Magic was also peculiar, however, in that it grew with what it was used with. That meant that the clone of himself who was focusing on using only Transfiguration type magic's would grow so that his magic flowed more easily while using transfiguration spells. The same went for the one practicing charms, or defensive and offensive spell work, or even occlumency and legilimency. Every night Harry had to rest and relax his entire being, taking all of the new strength and knowledge from all of himselves and adapting his natural body to match everything that they had done. But, we digress.

Prickles was one of eight familiars. The first had been Hedwig, someone who was only parted from Harry in two worlds, ever. Saints, an "Ice" phoenix, followed Hedwig, acknowledging the power that Harry held and the ownership of the land she lived on. Saints was funny, though, and promised that she only joined Harry to make sure that he wasn't able to cross over to the 'dark' side and become a bad man, no matter that Harry could tell she was in love with him (motherly love) from the moment she felt his magic on her world.

The third to become a Potter familiar was Sparky, a young kitten cub. The species didn't really have a set name, as it was more mythical than anything, many scholars not believing in their existence simply because of lack of proof in recent years. Sparky could adapt her body completely to any type of magical or nonmagical feline species. This meant that she could be a tiny cute little baby lynx one second, and a moment later become a huge Bengal tiger, ready to rip anything to pieces. Unfortunately, being young, she hadn't gotten used to her powers yet and was dying, as many kitten cubs did, near the top of a mountain one of his copies was exploring. Harry saved her though, and she recognized him as hers and part of her family, and made the familiar connection.

Number four, a vinester, was actually considered to be a magical plant and not an animal. Like Sparky, Ivy could alter her appearance greatly. Harry, the same him that was found by Prickles in Arizona, stumbled upon Ivy in a muggle vineyard and offered her a place in his family of familiars, which she happily took. Now she was in France, trying to figure out which place on the world she liked best and would want to spend most of her time at. Simultaneously, however, she was producing a few different leaves for one of Harry's clones who wanted to study a few more herbs up close and personal with a futuristic microscope.

The rest of the familiars, Harry didn't really know yet. They were the quieter and newest ones, Prickles aside as he was very open to Harry. Furball was a lovable young shadow panther in India and Bur was found in the Arctic Sea, dying from a broken wing (a snow dragon). The last was an unhatched egg of what would become an extremely powerful basilisk, originally found in Africa.

"Prickles, do you think that the Wilkes family would like to come and stay here for the rest of their summer?" Harry asked as he dressed into one of his finer and most expensive outfits.

"Yes. Hedwig and Furball keep mentioning how excited they are with each letter you write. Now that you've finished everything you need to do in your natural form, why not?"

Harry smiled at Prickles and nodded, picking up his phone and dialing the now familiar number. "Hello?" a pretty English voice asked at the other end of the phone.

"Stacy!" Harry happily greeted into the phone. "It's so great to hear you. You seem to always be busy when I call."

"Harry!" she shouted into the phone. Harry could practically hear the blush that followed. "I know, it's been much too long since I've spoken to you. But your letters are lovely. How are you?"

"I'm doing very well, thanks. How're your tutoring sessions going?"

"They're crazy, Harry," she told him, sounding a bit wistful. He could hear her sit down in a comfortable chair on the other end of the line. "Sally and I are really enjoying them, though. We're just learning so much! It's incredible."

"I hoped you'd like Mr. McGuire. He's the best tutor out there. Anyway, I hate to cut this short, but is your mum around? I'd like to ask her something."

"Oh, sure, Harry. One sec."

Harry heard a muffled MUM on the other end and laughed with Prickles. "Harry?" Aunt Lisa's voice asked.

"Hey, Aunt Lisa! How're you doing today?"

"Oh, today's been very nice actually. We've just finished organizing the attic. You're calling a bit early though, aren't you? I just heard from you two days ago… is everything alright?"

"Oh, yeah! Don't worry about that, everything's wonderful, I promise. Actually, I've just finished everything I can do this summer and was wondering if Uncle Don's ready for the vacation?"

"This is surprising," she told him, though Harry could tell she was pleased. "Actually we've just finished up everything and were getting prepared to go on that vacation you promised this morning."

"Great! You guys won't be needing any of your things since I'm going to treat all of you to a shopping trip while I show Uncle Don and Scott what Quidditch is. Do you think everyone will be ready to go in an hour or so? Whatever time is best for you is fine for us."

"An hour? Err… Yes. Yes, we can be ready by then!" There was a little squeal on the other end of the phone and Harry realized, along with Aunt Lisa, that a few extras had been listening in on their conversation.

"Hey, everyone," Harry laughed. "Just tell be sure to tell Mr. McGuire that you won't be there for lessons. I'll see you all soon, and be ready to spend the rest of the night shopping! I need you ladies looking your best for where we're headed this evening."

When they all hung up, Harry was smiling and made arrangements to see the French International team play the Irish. Considering he owned the Irish International team, he wanted to meet them all and establish a relationship with what would become the strongest team ten or so years from then.

"Prickles, would you like to come with us to watch the match, or would you rather do something else?"

"I think I'd like to spend the day with the ladies, if you don't mind, Harry? Sally and Stacey sound like a lot of fun, and I'm sure that they wouldn't mind me tagging along."

Saints was happy to transport Harry's family to the French Hotel in the greeting area, allowing all who were waiting there or checking in to see the Ice Phoenix and experience her refreshing song.

"Harry!" Five girls seemed to exclaim at once, rushing to him and tackling him to the floor.

"Good to see you, son," Uncle Don exclaimed, pulling the grinning and blushing Harry into his own hug when the boy was finally free of the women. "This is Scott, Scott, this is Harry."

"It's nice to meet you finally," Scott said happily, not shy at all and stepping forward to take Harry into a hug. "Mum said that you were going to take Dad and me to a magical sport game?"

Harry grinned. "Yeah, Quidditch. And it's awesome, you'll both love it, I'm sure. Are you guys ready to go shopping, because we have to leave within five if we want to be there for the entire thing."

The squeals that answered him were more than enough to tell Harry exactly how ready they were to spend an entire day shopping. Harry met eyes with the two others carrying y chromosomes and all of them rolled their eyes. "Squeaks!" Harry called.

A teenage girl appeared, looking what might be considered to be Harry's older sister, should he have one. She had long, perfectly messy black locks with a few braids placed nicely, holding hair from her face. She was dressed in a casual tanktop and expensive looking worn jeans, high heels giving her a few extra inches of height that she would have lacked naturally. "Guys, this is Squeaks, one of my house elves. We did a little bit of magic so she looks like a witch or a muggle teenager. She's going to go with you guys and will pay for everything or anything you'd like to get while you're out. She'll also make sure you get back here safely when you're ready. Right Squeaks?"

"Right, Harry," she answered. Then she smiled prettily at the group of girls. "And I can act as a translator incase you guys don't know any French."

"Well then, you guys have somewhere to be, don't you? We can go now, right?" an eager Joy asked, obviously not wanting to waste any more time when she could be buy everything she'd ever dreamed of and then some.

At that, Harry laughed, happily taking the boys to what would become another favorite sport in the family.

…

Harry was walking inside after talking to the driver of the limo he'd rented out for the evening, leaving an especially nice tip as he knew the man's mother wasn't doing well. He suddenly stopped walking, feeling a familiar person in the area and not daring to believe his own senses. Was she really there?

Rushing into the building, Harry unconsciously tussled his hair, trying to relax. He was always a bit flushed when it came to the beautiful Frenchwoman of his past. And yet, what ease he might have gained was wiped away when he entered the entrance hall and his gaze immediately met that of a blue-eyed enchantress.

It must have looked funny to see Harry stop dead in his tracks, foot in the air and everything. His familiars sensed something odd going on and Harry heard Saints' voice sing him to an easier state of mind. He smiled, tearing his gaze from Fleur as the bird appeared in front of him and he caught her, holding out an arm for the bird. "Relax, young one. You know she'd never be mean to you, just go over there and say hello," Saints assured.

Walking one step at a time, Harry made his way over to Fleur, remembering each and every occurrence between them both, finding courage. "Hello there. I'm Harry."

"My names Fleur," she answered, blushing lightly as she held out a hand and Harry kissed it.

"That's a very pretty name. Are you visiting family, Fleur?"

Fleur shook her head and her blond locks shined in the light of the room. "My father wanted to redo some of the house and thought that we should stay at a hotel while the construction was going on. His boss recommended this hotel. It's very pretty."

"And it's only prettier now that you're here." They both blushed at the statement and Harry shuffled his feat, looking around and catching the gaze of Fleur's mother. "Oh, hello, ma'am. I'm Harry. Are you Fleur's mother?"

Harry felt her let off a large burst of veela charm, obviously testing him. "I am. Appoline Dealcour."

Harry didn't let the allure change his actions in the slightest, though he could tell that Appoline wanted him to start laughing. It was the only thing that she wanted him to do, and Harry could hear a few chuckles from men around them who were staring at the veela mother. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am. Harry Potter." He kissed the back of her hand and saw a large amount of surprise register on the veela's face as he turned his attention back to Fleur. "So, Fleur, have you seen the gardens yet? They're really beautiful at night. I was just going to show them to my friends after they changed."

"No, I haven't." She turned to her mother. "May I go with Harry to see the gardens, mother?"

"Y-yes," she stuttered, out, not sure what to do now. It was obvious that Harry was unaffected by the charm, and yet he wanted to be around Fleur. There was also the fact that he was Harry Potter, owner of the establishment they were standing in. "Don't stay out to late though, darling. And don't leave the hotel grounds."

"Yes, mother." She turned and smiled at Harry who smiled back and took her hand. "Are there any lilies?"

…

Harry's week was probably one of the highlights of his life thus far. He was able to show his new family around to many of his favorite spots in France and around the country. Fleur's father was over the top in glee that they had found Harry, especially when Don explained all that Harry had done for them after just meeting his daughter inside some shop. Fleur and Stacey, while bumping heads in the beginning slightly trying to get Harry's attention, seemed to become best friends after realizing just how much they each loved clothes, leading them to spend half of the trip with Sally who was more than happy to study the French fashion world, both magical and non.

Harry thought that Scott was awesome. He was slightly magical, too. Not enough to get into Hogwarts, as all of the witches and wizards there had to at least have the potential to pass the NEWTs in any subject offered at the school, but he could learn to do many of the spells which required finesse and not power. Scott was near tears when he learned he would be able to ride around on a broom.

Aunt Tracy was annoyed at Harry for finding another sport that they could be involved in, though she wasn't really annoyed. She was amazed at how well Harry fit into their family and how much she actually didn't mind the thought of having Harry be a future husband to her youngest daughter, who would share her title with more than a few other witches. She was already sure that Fleur would be one of the said witches, especially with the way that Harry was looking at her already, she was amazed he hadn't proposed yet. Justin-Jacques (JJ), Fleur's father, also seemed a little perturbed that Harry hadn't made a blatant request to be Fleur's future husband as he heard had happened with the mostly muggle family. Appoline couldn't help but feel that the time would come and that they shouldn't rush such things, though it was obvious they had found a diamond.

The second day Harry remembered something that allowed for his family to surpass the language barrier and made them each a ring for their finger, an earring, and a tongue ring which would give them the ability to converse in any language or write in any language. He also made each of them a special pair of glasses that would allow them to do the same thing. While Don was against the piercing of his babies, Harry was able to assure him they could become invisible and the man accepted.

Harry's 'sisters' as they had dubbed themselves, loved him all the more for being able to get them such awesome piercings which all of their friends would no doubt be envious of. It was made apparent that Harry was forever in the hearts of Joy and Lea when he gave them belly rings too. He still thought he'd be able to made a solid patronus out of the looks they gave him when he said in his most sketchy voice possible, "Talk to me when you need a tattoo…"

The French ministry wrote out that they considered Harry a citizen of their country and granted him citizenship after a good word from JJ. It was a relief for Harry as he was able to get lots of papers signed that granted him the rights to own dragons and have them live on a designated part of land hidden along the sides of the Dragon Haven Hotel. Bur flew down immediately afterward and was registered as a familiar of Harry's who's dwelling was considered to be on the Dragon Haven. Bur agreed to raise a small breed of Snow Dragons which were bred with a special type of Arctic Eagles. Because it wasn't a witch or wizard who interbred the species, and the species seemed to be able to reproduce as more than a few had been reported in the Scandinavian and North Russian areas, there was a need for them to be studied and thus Harry was allowed to keep them on the new dragon reserve, as long as he found a witch or wizard willing to study the creature. Hagrid from Hogwarts was in the process of being contacted and was being considered, along with Charlie Weasley and any suggestions of people who might want to study the new breed alongside the two.

The dragon reserve would be home to other magical creatures as well. So far Harry was in charge of caring for two fire crabs, a bejeweled species of tortoise that wouldn't mind living along the coast of the Mediterranean. Each of Harry's familiars were being legally accepted as familiars, which gave him rights to raise them where ever he had property, as well as a small number of which ever creature was his familiar to ensure that they weren't lonely and could reproduce.

There had been only one inquire by the government on what exactly Harry was doing, as he was showing a most unusual life style with a most unique disposition to animals. Said ministry official was greeted with a wonderful brunch and introduced to Harry's friends/family as well as promised that Harry had a gift when it came to animals and magical creatures.

Before long, everyone was surprised that their summers were ending. Harry was arranging for a clone to go to England with the Wilkes and meet up with Casey as well as join her brothers in whichever sports they decided on; The clone would also go and catch up with Johnny. He seemed like a nice enough man, and Harry thought thought that he would actually value any time spent with him.

Sally was packing up her things alone when Harry knocked on the door and quickly entered. "Hey, Lil' King. What's up?" she asked, smiling at him.

Harry grinned at the nickname designed by the Wilkes and jumped onto the large bed, pulling something from his pocket. "I've got something for you, Potter. You can't tell anyone though. It's technically illegal in England… Not in Potterra, though, so if you get caught with it, don't let them give you any flack."

Sally cocked her head to the side and eyed Harry's hand. "What is it?"

"Time-turner. I figured you'd like something like this to give you an edge on all that studying you have to do for the scholarship/sponsor thing." He chucked the item at her, watching with amusement as her face seemed to panic. "It's not a normal one, though, so I doubt it'd even be given a second glance. I've made a bunch of changes to it."

"You… how'd you…" she shook her head and sat on the bed, just staring at Harry. "I still can't get over how being surprised and awed at a seven year old seems normal around you."

Harry grinned. "Yup. Anyway, the watch is programmed so that if you pull the pin out, time stops. Don't touch anything living, though, or else you'll feel really tired and could possibly kill yourself if you do. No pressure, though. Turning back the time on your watch literally turns back time, which means you'll have two of you walking around. Don't just go forward in time, though… things get a little messy. Instead you can speed time up by pushing the pin down."

"Why would I ever want time to go faster?" Sally asked.

"Boring meeting, sitting in History class, I don't' know really. I just liked the feature." He hopped off the bed and put his hands in his pockets. Anyway, I'm going to check up on you like once a week or so, so don't get freaked out if I'm sitting on your bed waiting for you to come into your dorm for sleep or something."

Sally rolled her eyes but got up and gave Harry a tight hug. "You know, it's hard to remember a time when you weren't like a little brother… thank you for everything, Harry. I mean it."

Harry gave her a little extra squeeze and nodded into her bosom. "Why don't you try to find a little firsty to mentor? One like Stace and Flower?"

"Oh? You want me to find another wifey for you, bro?"

Harry rolled his eyes at her but giggled. "No, I just meant one that likes fashion. You guys still have to meet Casey, anyway. And I need more than a few wives, so I doubt it'd be that big of a deal if you actually found me one and just introduced her to people as one of my future wives. I kinda like your taste."

"You'd better. I will, after all, be dressing you for the rest of your days, Lil' King."

…

The Hogwarts Express came and marked the true end of summer for Harry and his family. While Harry was going to go back in time to spend a few months on his various estates and such, he recognized that this was the last time for a long time that he would be seeing his family. The sending off feast that the elves prepared for Sally was over the top and some of the best foods Harry ever had. Fleur had gone back with the Wilkes for a week and was seen off on the first as well as her tutors would start coming again.

He went back in time to August first at the Isle of Drear and spent the next month training all of the more adventurous elves who thought it would be nice to work with dangerous animals as opposed to just cleaning houses all the time. They all learned greatly, though there was one death as Ticksee was eaten during the night when she forgot to put up the appropriate defenses before going to bed. As she was an old elf and was going to die a year from then, Harry didn't think tempting time and risking opening Pandora's box was worth attempting to save the devoted creature.

The second time Harry went back, it was on Potterra. He again trained a second group of elves who were going to focus on caring for the castle being built and the scarily magical grounds that surrounded the magnificent structure. The goblins and dwarves didn't mind when Harry oversaw the building of the castle, as it had been his design and they saw the beauty in the design, as well as how strong the magical building was to be, as well as understood that there were many things Harry wanted to do by himself while they were building, and stood aside, not minding taking a break while being on the clock, so long as Harry demanded it from them. Many goblins and dwarves were being apprenticed during this time, and Harry thought it would make a good learning experience for both of them as he spoke alongside their masters, giving the muggle and wizarding ideas on various subjects revolving mostly around the construction of the castle. Harry ended up spending two months with them and had to go back two months when it came time for the monthly twist.

His life continued in the manor of staying in each of his lands during August and getting to know the lay of everything. While in Arizona he was featured in a slew of funny commercials that had agents calling him up near constantly after they began showing them on air. It just opened another opportunity for him. His main focus while in America was figuring out what was happening in this world as far as the werewolf/vampire wars were going. He met Jessica Parker, a vampire running solo, the kind who were unaware of the magical world and they became friends fast. Harry could definitely see a future with her and was eager to have her meet the Delacours and the Wilkes.

There were near a dozen places Harry visited before going back to the Wilkes and seeing Casey. He went at the beginning of October so everyone felt the time that passed, though he did keep up with Sally as promised and met her every Sunday night. She was progressing very nicely, though hadn't realized that she'd need to account the extra hours she got from the turner to her food and sleep intake.

It was during a trip to Diagon Alley his second week into October when Harry's life started to get interesting interesting again.

"Pathetic mudbloods seem to be infesting all of these shops, Draco. Don't let them steal from you… they always seem to jack up their prices when they see us of Pureblood walking by," a silky voice told a young boy of only three or four. Harry didn't stop the smile that graced his face at the sight.

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A/N: I know this one isn't as long as the first, but I found it was difficult to follow such a long chapter, so from now on I'm going to aim at 5-7.5 k, word wise. The reviews have been great! I'm going to make a stronger effort to reply to all of them this time, and I apologize for the grammar and spelling. No beta. I'll fix it up when I go back in the story. This is going to be a prologue of sorts, I think, for what will be the real story. Thanks for reading. -KristyLynn