Harry had appeared in an alley outside of the Cannon's pitch. Dobby popped away to freshen up Grimmuald Place and took Gander with him. The Occamy truly loved the room that had been expanded into a forest in his London home. If he decided to stay in New York a while longer he would need to consider doing the same above the shop.

Harry checked his watch that automatically adjusted to the correct time zone and was pleased to see that Ron should be getting out of practice any minute. He made his way over to the employee entrance and then was struck by a brilliant idea.

He quickly cast a glamour on himself right before the players came out of the stadium.

Conjuring a photo, he quickly walked up while waving his arms excitedly.

"Weasley! Ron Weasley! Can I have your autograph? You are my favorite cannon and I follow all of your matches."

"Ehh?" Ron was a bit surprised. He had given out autographs at games and events, but the Cannons weren't like the Arrows who had fans waiting for them after every practice. He quickly shook off his stupor and took the photo.

"Sure mate, who do I make it out to."

"My name is Harry. And I am your number one fan."

Ron nodded and mumbled as he wrote. "To Harry, my number one fan. If at first you don't succeed, it's because of the keeper."

Harry took the signed photo and then looked towards Ron and even made his eyes twinkle like Dumbledor used to. "Wow, I will treasure this always."

"No problem. I am always happy to have the support of our fans."

"Hey, is it true that your girlfriend Granger makes you study guides before every match and at night in bed you two debate statistics?" Harry asked with a hopeful expression.

Ron narrowed his eyes a bit while a few of his teammates chuckled. "Who are you?"

Harry acted shocked. "I am Harry, your number one fan."

"Potter?" Ron asked.

Harry couldn't hide his smirk.

"Bloody Potter!" Ron said while firing off stinging hexes at harry when he let his glamour drop. "Why the bloody hell can't you just call and say you are going to drop by like a normal friend."

Harry gracefully dodged each hex while he acted as if Ron's words had wounded him. "What? I wanted your autograph, I am your number one fan, you're my favorite Cannon, I follow all your matches, and I will always treasure my signed Weasley photo. Maybe I will frame it and put it up in the new store."

"You prat!" Ron said while continuing to fire. He only let up when it became obvious he wouldn't be hitting Harry any time soon.

Ron stowed his wand and then walked up to Harry and wrapped him in a hug. "We were all so worried. It's good to see you in one piece."

Harry hugged him back. "I missed you too mate."

Ron looked over to his teammates and saw that they were about to start going fanboy. Everyone had seen the Battle of New York. But he didn't want to deal with that and he knew Harry didn't want to either.

"See you tomorrow guys." He said before he apparated back to the flat he shared with Hermione and brought Harry with him.

Harry looked around and saw that it wasn't in the usual pristine condition. With a look at Ron his friend explained.

"Mione is out of town and won't be back till Tuesday. I will have it clean before then."

Harry chuckled while he plopped on the couch next to Ron while they had a couple of beers.

He answered Ron's questions for the next half hour about the new shop and the battle. He told him about Tony and Pepper and the people he met. The only thing he kept to himself was the Mind Stone. It wasn't that he didn't trust Ron, it was that the situation was still too fresh, and he wanted to get a better handle on it first.

"So mate, it is great seeing you, but you usually call first and whenever you just pop-up it's because you need something."

Harry's eyes lit up. "That's right. I just invented a new quidditch toy, but I need data on players. I have the America's done, but I still need Europe and Asia. I figured you would have plenty of sources and then we could swing by the ministry to get everything else from Sports and Games."

"Oh yeah." Ron perked up. "I should have some things you can use, Mione keeps it pretty well organized too. But Sports and Games isn't essential so there closed on Sundays."

Harry eyes went wide. "Damn, I didn't even realize it was the weekend."

Ron laughed. "What kind of world do you live in mate? Anyways, tell me about your new toy."

Harry hummed. "Well… I guess toy isn't the best description. I think any quidditch lover would be happy to play with it. But I want to keep it secret till I am finished, that way I can blow you away."

Ron tsked. "That's not fair. But hey… McGonagall is the record keep for the British league hall of fame. I am sure she has what we need. Do you think Snape will care if we swing by."

Harry shrugged, one way to find out. He cast his Patronus and then began whispering to it, but he felt his mind insert something into the stag. He could actually feel his own presence inside of it. This would be worth exploring.

Inside the Great Hall (Lunch)

Headmaster Snape was enjoying a conversation with Andromeda Tonks about a possible improvement they were working on with Skele-grow when he saw a stag Patronus strut through the great hall.

He rolled his eyes and regretted the days where he claimed Potter was an arrogant brat. Recently it seemed that the young man had taken his taunts as lessons and always acted overly arrogant to tease him now.

"Woah, this cool." Came Harry's voice from the stag. It then turned to the half-goblin at the staff table "Professor Flitwick, I think I invented a new charm."

"Really, fantastic. What does it do?"

The stag closed his eyes as if concentrating, its form became unstable and then snapped into a new shape.

"Ta da!" A Patronus Harry was standing before the staff table.

Flitwick was standing on his seat clapping excitedly. "Amazing. Truly amazing. It seems as if you are aware of your surroundings, am I correct?"

"10 points to Ravenclaw." Harry said. "And I think I may be able to do this."

He concentrated and a wand appeared in his hand. With a flick towards the house point counter a sticky note appeared on the Ravenclaw hourglass.

Flitwick fell off his seat in shock. He quickly scrambled up and summoned the note that read '+10 to final total'.

McGonagall had come over and was inspecting it as well. "It's a proper conjuration."

Then they look back to the Patronus that had dimmed considerably.

Harry sighed. "It seems that there is only a connection to my mind and not my core, the spell drained the magic from my Patronus and not me. Hmm, maybe if I overcharged it next time."

"As intriguing as that may be, I do believe you had a reason for sending a message in the first place." Snape said while half glaring at Harry.

"Ah yes, the spell was an accident. First, Headmaster, I would like to thank you for the aid Hogwarts provided in the battle. The citizens of New York and myself owe you a debt of thanks."

Snap nodded but remained silent.

"And second, well, Ron and I were wondering if it were okay to meet up with McGonagall. Apparently, she is the official record keeper for the league hall of fame I need access to the quidditch stats."

"Surely you could retrieve them from the ministry."

Harry sighed. "Sports and Games is closed on Sunday."

Snape just stared at Harry.

"Ah yes, you're a Slytherin, my apologies, I need to make it worth your while."

Snape wasn't sure what the young man was doing. It wasn't his place to deny Minerva guests on the weekend, he was simply waiting for her to answer for herself. But if Potter was going to offer something for nothing, he would accept. That was the Slytherin way.

Patronus Harry then leaned in and stage whispered. "If you saw the battle you might have seen a man in stars and stripes with a shield?" Harry asked.

Snape nodded.

"That's Steve Rogers, due to some things he was frozen in ice for 80 years and only recently found."

Snape saw Minerva's eyes go wide.

"But here is the thing. He fought beside McGonagall against Grindelwald and boy does he have stories. Apparently, after the battles there was a lot of drinking, and you would never guess what McG-."

"Harry James Potter. Not another word. I will unlock my floo but if you aren't in my office within five minutes I will give you a years worth of detentions."

Snape had to hide a smirk when Minerva started shouting.

"Sorry McG but I am not student anymore." Harry said tauntingly.

She sent a stern gaze his way. "I am sure Filius and I can work something out with miss Lovegood. I hear she is returning in a few days."

Snape couldn't hold back his chuckle when he saw the panic on Harry's face.

"Alright, alright, I give."

Several students enjoying their lunch were laughing.

"You only have 4 minutes left. I expect both you and Mr. Weasley will be on time. Or do I need to get miss Granger involved as well."

"Oi, don't be getting me in trouble Harry." Came Ron's distant voice from the Patronus.

"We'll be there." Harry said and then the spell ended.

"What a fascinating spell." Fillius Flitwick said. "Would you mind if I join you?" He asked Minerva.

"That's fine with me. With your help we might be able to spell some sense into the boy."

As the two professors left, the Headmaster turned back to the potion mistress and they resumed their conversation. He was happy. It was a pretty good Sunday so far.

When Harry and Ron stepped through the Floo, Minerva and Filius were waiting for them.

"Mr. Potter, you will not go around brandishing tales from my youth in public."

Harry smiled. "Understood Minnie, only in private."

Ron chuckled while she leveled a glare at Harry.

"I am just joking. Steve would like to meet up at some point. We didn't have much time to talk, he only told me one thing about you when you were drunk."

Somehow her gaze seemed even more deadly than a Basilisk, so Harry quickly finished. "He said that once you got drunk, he couldn't understand a word you said."

Minerva calmed down and actually blushed while Filius and Ron turned away to chuckle.

While McGonagall calmed herself Flitwick stepped forward. "That truly was an impressive display of magic. I imagine such a spell isn't easy to pull off."

Harry rubbed his head sheepishly. It had been an accident, but with his knew mind, he easily understood what happened.

"I believe it would be very hard for others." He then closed his eyes and a blueish translucent copy of himself stepped from his body and spoke. "I have taken the mental arts to great height and am now capable of astral projection. I accidently implanted a projection into my Patronus and that was the result."

Filius and Harry talked about the arithmancy behind such a spell for several minutes.

Minerva noticed Ron looked bored. "You don't seem too impressed by his new spell."

Ron shrugged. "It's Harry. It would be impressive if this kind of thing wasn't common with him."

That made Minerva laugh. "I believe you boys were interested in some Quidditch records."

Ron's eyes lit up. "Harry, the records."

Harry's projection snapped back into his body and he eagerly followed Minerva to a filling cabinet.

"I believe this is what you're looking for."

"Perfect, perfect. And don't worry Ron, I won't make you wait."

Ron was going to ask but then decided not to.

Harry spelled the entire cabinet into his pocket and then pulled out a time turner. "See you in a minute."

The three gasped when Harry disappeared.

"I didn't even give him the password to unlock it."

Ron shrugged. "That won't matter."

Before anyone could say anything else Harry walked in through the office door and paced the cabinet back where it belonged.

"You better explain while you needed to run off with my records." McGonagall said.

"Gladly, I just finished my latest invention." Harry said as he then set a miniature 3-foot quidditch pitch on McGonagall's desk. He then turned to Flitwick. "I know you aren't a fanatic like these two, but you should enjoy the charms and enchantments."

This caused all three to crowd around the desk to see what Harry was showing off.

With a wave of his hand, eleven blank figures with brooms appeared before both Ron and Minerva.

"I am going to sell 11 figures and it comes with the pitch. And these guys will act out an accelerated quidditch match for you to watch."

As Harry tapped his wand, seven from each side took to the pitch and began to practice while the remaining four went to the bench.

"While interesting Mate, I had something similar to this when I was a kid." Ron said while Minerva nodded.

"Don't worry this is just the groundwork." Harry said while taking ten packages from a pouch on his hip and setting five in front of each of them.

"This is what makes the game fun. These are booster packs. I will probably sell each pack for a couple of sickles. In each pack are 2 keepers, 2 seekers, 5 chasers, 3 beaters, 2 random cards and 1 broom. That's what I needed the data for. I have incorporated the stats for every current professional player onto a card. You set a figure on a card, and they take on their appearance and attributes."

"That sounds awesome." Ron said.

Harry nodded. "You can literally build your dream team. Trade cards with your friends. Put them on whatever broom you want and then let a match happen."

Minerva and Ron were both opening their cards now.

"You act as the coach. You have seven players on the field and a reserve for each position. You set a formation and offensive strategy before the match. And like in a real match, when you sub out players you can whisper an updated strategy to them before they go on and they will tell the other players on your team."

"Oh that's brilliant." Flitwick squeaked as he watched Minerva set a figure on a card and the figure transformed. She then set it on a broom card and broom closet appeared for the figure to retrieve his mount from.

"Because it's an entertainment device and the fun come from changing your teams around. It is set for ten-minute for each match, but the setting can be adjusted to up to thirty minutes. The closer the match gets to the end time, the more the snitch appears. Because the play time is short, the game happens at an accelerated pace, but I think it makes it more enjoyable. It would be a pity if you had to block out anywhere from forty minutes to three hours just to play a match with your mate."

Harry was going to continue but it seemed that both Ron and Minerva had their teams set and weren't paying attention since the match was about to start.

"It looks like your newest creation will be a great success." Flitwick told Harry. "But I do fear you may have a problem selling this."

"Oh?" Harry intoned while his mind rapidly went through the possible roadblocks he could encounter.

"Would you not require permission from each player to sell these?"

Harry's mind stopped racing. He had already thought of that problem. Before he could open his mouth Ron snorted.

"Not likely." The Weasley said.

McGonagall spoke next. "Unfortunately every quidditch league is government run. While that has plenty of benefits there are also detriments."

"Such as?" Filius asked.

"We are screwed on merchandise." Ron answered.

McGonagall leveled a stare at Ron across the pitch for his language before she spoke. "The various committees left themselves plenty of backdoors in the rules to make themselves money. The teams and players can only collect on posters, calendars, banners, pins, figurines, photos and clothing."

Ron nodded and pumped his fist as his keeper blocked a close call. "Only the teams themselves can sell things with the team name. Harry bypassed that by selling stat cards that have a painted portrait instead of photos. As long as the stats are accurate, he can't get in trouble. And if you look, the figures take on height, hair, gender and skin tone, but the faces are generic. And the figures he sells are blanks. He could probably get away with replicas since the cards and figures are sold separately but that might be close."

"Ah, I see."

Harry was finally able to chip in. "While I would like to give a portion of the profits to the players, it's just not feasible. I would have to negotiate a contract every time a new player was signed. If I eventually got every professional player to agree, the price would end up being more than most could afford."

"I only wish I could have my team be Cannon orange." Ron said while motioning to the generic red and blue teams.

"While I can't use that shade. If you tap your finger on the player bench, you should be able to cycle through 20 different colors."

At that, both McGonagall and Ron were changing their teams color.

A few minutes later the game ended when Minerva's seeker caught the snitch, putting here final score 50 points higher than Ron.

"The game is awesome mate. But you should let me test some more cards. Can't you spare a couple of packs for your best bud."

Harry chuckled. "Sorry, those are the only duplicates I have. The rest are set as master templets and needed to make more cards."

"Don't fret Mr. Weasley, I am sure Mr. Potter will send us several packs when he makes more." McGonagall said while turning to Harry with a smirk.

"Fine, I will send you guys so more. But not a lot. The fun is in unwrapping the booster packs and trading with others to make your ideal team."

That got Ron and Minerva thinking. They realized that would be fun. Even if they weren't playing a match, they could show off their cards and trade with others.

Filius let out a squeaking laugh. "It seems you have a great business sense Harry."

The wizard smiled. "I try to do what I-." Harry noticed his mirror vibrating. "Sorry, hold on one moment." Harry then answered the call. "Hello."

"Harry, your still overseas?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, I just got here a bit ago, what's up?"

Tony turned his mirror to show both Thor and Loki on the roof of his tower.

"We finished the device to send the Asgardians home but they don't have time to hang around."

"Ah. I was hopping to be there for their departure."

Tony passed the mirror over to Thor. "Do not fret Friend Harry, I am sure we will find another time to meet."

Harry nodded. "Safe travels Prince Thor."

Then Loki butted into the picture. "I am disappointed that we were not able to further discuss the intricacies of magic. It is so rare that I find some one who can share my interests and wit."

"I feel the same Prince Loki. Perhaps we will be able to see each other again as well."

"It should be likely. Even though my actions were not my own, I have much to atone for on Midgard."

Harry shrugged. "What is done is done. I find it hard to blame someone who had hundreds of years of false memories implanted in their mind unwillingly." Harry then smirked. "But part of me feels that your wish to atone is just an excuse to spend more time with Wizards."

"Maybe." Loki said with a smirk and a shrug.

"And of course if Thor returns to Earth, you would need to follow to advise him on the pitfalls of trying to rule us. I still can't believe your brother had such a plan."

"What, no. Friend Harry, you know that is not the case."

"I'm just playing Thor, if you guys ever need help, let me know."

Tony grabbed the mirror. "Looks like it's time to go." He said as the device finished powering up, with a blue flash the brothers disappeared. He then told Harry to swing by when he got back to New York, before hanging up.

"I still find it amazing that the Asgardian's really exist."

"Crazy right?" Harry said.

Filius and Harry quickly got wrapped up in talk about magical aliens while Ron and Minerva were trading cards.