Signing in relief as he watches the people he followed and protected to the next wall he feels exhausted but if they couldn't stop then he wouldn't either. He would never know if one would pass during his sleep. The thought of a proximity charm evades his tired mind. He hasn't used this much magic in a long time. Plus with the fluctuations of his new status quo, well he deserves a good night's rest.

If the faces of those children don't haunt him that is.

Ducking into an ally he lands softly on the cobbled ground before dismounting his broom, shrinking the thing while stuffing it in his pocket his mind's eye can see it sort itself to the appropriate place.

'Hermione and her brilliance' thanking his dear friend for forcing him to learn charms, though it was when he learned his mother was proficient in charms that he took it seriously, he's felt closer to her with every charm he's succeeded.

After making sure no one could see, he pulls his wand and aimes it towards a innocent pebble to transfigurar it into a full length mirror, he isn't as proficient with transfiguration as he is charms, he wonders is Sirius would be disappointed it's just another not like his father.

Shaking his head he disregards that thought, while drawing his attention to his standing form of 5'5 studying the infamous cloak that has taken the form of a dark black simple trench, though oddly it's cut off at the last of his ribs.

he notices with mirth that the death symbol is planked on his breast, while when he turns he sees the same mark carved across the back, in a neutral grey.

The loose white T, or former white T, that he knew had been stained with sweat and dust was now a dark grey form fitting shirt that clips his hips at the base of his belt highlighting his lithe figure, he is proud of his body and stature.

Given what he experienced at the Dursleys.

It's a miracle the he's not less off, his height while use to bother him, he grew out of his hate for it when it gives him the advantage, both in underestimation and in agility, his seeker skills were his pride, because it was the first time he was acknowledged for something he did himself.

The same black toned jeans were what his Godson would call skinny jeans. He's truly thankful his boots were kept untouched. The black stained dragonhide boots Teddy gifted him for his birthday.

The shimmer from the silver along the edges of each scale is something that he knows will draw attention along with the coat, but he doesn't have the heart nor care to change.

Meeting his own eyes, his bangs of dark curls brushing against his brows, parted on his right so most of his hair covers his scar, or attempts to, since his hair is more stubborn than him.

The sides and back cut short but blending into his lengthy mop on the top was supposed to pull out his smooth cheekbones or whatever the person who trimmed his hair told him.

He doesn't like to have facial hair since he can never make it past the itchy sensation as it gets to a certain length. He has always been told that he was youthful looking for his age, the smooth skin only accents that.

Disenchanting the pebble he starts his way towards the exit of the ally the brightness causing him to quint his eyes, he lets out a puff of air as a small body runs into him, making his startled self tumble those around look at them but then turn their gaze away the terror too for front int their mind to really acknowledge the strange boy, man he would correct should he have heard their thoughts.

Looking down he sees a blond bob framing distressed blue eyes as they stare at the bread covered in dirt from the collision. Bracing his hands on his knees he pulls himself up his keen hears taking in the boys muttering.

"No, no. Those were the only ones I could get. Now Eren and Mikasa won't be able to eat even a little." The boys speech pattern is very articulated for someone who seems to come from the seemingly primitive section of the walls if the giant castles he could see from the height he had been.

Looking at the stale bread that is moist from the muddy ground he sighs before reaching into his back pocket his charms, or Hermione's charm latching onto his will on what he wants and starts to pull a couple loads he made for emergency should he need preserves. His time hunting horcruxes only adds into his wariness of not having his every step prepared. Pulling his empty hand out, he picks up the unsalvageable pieces.

"Wa-wait those are for-" Armin stops scrunching his eyes in front of the intimidating figure, despite the youthful looks he can tell the man is more than he appears. His self preservation not wanting to provoke the man.

"Woah, calm down! I'm just gonna throw these nasty things away" seeing the distress on the boys face he quickly continues "I swear I'll give you something that will make up for it, I know this is strange and I don't want to pressure you but, from your words these were for your 'friends'?" Not knowing if the aforementioned names were his siblings.

Seeing the reluctance he sighs, but approves of the fact the boy isn't blindly trusting anyone.

Softening his eyes as he addressed the kid "I'm sure you're dealing with a lot, I'm sorry to intrude but do you have any family or do you three have an adult? He winces on how insidious that could sound.

Armin seeing the wince, relaxes no good trafficker would make that face were they trying to kidnap a child, or children. "My grandfather, he's the one who helps us and has been with us since the…" Armin trails off not knowing what to call the atrocities he witnessed.

"Mmh, I'm sorry for the shi- crap you have been felt with, I know I have no reason and I will sincerely understand if you don't want me to" growling speeches have never been his strong suit. " I- Ah man, I just can't stand here when I can do something." He finishes feeling a pulse thrum through him, making his body flush with power at the determination he feels.

Armin watches in awe and to his surprise no fear, despite the domineering presence, he actually feels himself relax. The aura radiating from the man feels so tranquil, like a fast void that envelopes you with the sense of impending finality.

He knows the man won't harm him or his precious fam-friends.

Hesitantly holding his hand out, not brave enough to tell him he wants him to follow. He gasps as his hand clasp in the gentlest hold he's ever felt, he feels like his hand is the most precious thing as the man cradles his limp limb.

"Well where to, fuck I don't even know your name, shit I shouldn't be cursing around you Mione' would have an hippofit" chucking at the hippogrif pun thinking of Redding and Hermione reminds him of Teddy's first word, which was bitch. Surprisingly he was copping Hermione as she got frustrated from a troublesome rune structure she was working on.

He still remembers her face when he solved it so simply after taking a gander, three weeks after getting tired of her moping.

"My name's Armin, Armin Arlert" The now named Armin replies, disrupting his melancholy of teddy, and Hernione.

Giving the small hand in his grasp a firm squeeze he grins, not seeing how Sirius-like it is "Armin, what a fine name, the names Harry Potter"

"Now lead the way, young squire" watching in satisfaction as the boy's eyes brighten with surprise and a childish flush at the nickname and his playfulness.

"I-alright..hopefully I won't regret this" Armin mumbles the last part as he starts towards the direction he was going before colliding with Harry.

Harry catches it, and decides he likes the little sprout. The wariness is a breath of fresh air, having to build up trust or even the fact that he actually has to introduce himself makes him feel elated, never having the chance to form a vision of himself as everyone only saw his name, or the fact that he was a hero, they never truly try to know Harry.

'Besides the few who stuck by'

He watches as a dark haired boy confronts a group of people who are wearing the same style of jacket he's wearing, making him realize he's seen a couple of those as he Mercy killed those he couldn't save.

'Did you take their form, with your own variation' he can't help but ask the cloth in his mind receiving a smug thrum of magic pulses throughout himself.

"How can you say that! How can you sit here while those monsters kill us like cattle!" The loud voice of the kid makes him tense as the soldier knocks the boy down before kicking the kid in the stomach.

"Eren!" Both Armin and the girl that had been beside the dark haired boy, she's the first Asian, seemingly Japanese oriented person, not that he was actively looking.

Stepping in between the men and the kids, he has never been one to stand on the sidelines especially when it involves children being abused.

The man who seems to be full of fear, and is taking it out on those unfortunate enough to catch his ire, give him a blank stare but his eyes grow wary as he sees the coat he's wearing, quick skim through the man's mind, he finds out that only those high up or working directly under the top dogs, otherwise known as the nobles, though it's not the same as the military police, he'll have to sort through the newfound knowledge later right now he has a douche to put in place.

"I don't know if you get off on hitting children, traumatized ones at that, but I don't think your higher up, pixis was his name? Would like to know that one of his own is abusing children now?" Bullshiting as he barely knows who Pixis is other than he's the commander of the Garrison.

'whatever in the hell that is' though they seem to be the common police, or the generic auror's who do the small less significant tasks.

The man sweats as he feels a fear of losing his posting. He likes the simple life, if his commander finds out he's been kicking children while drunk, well he'll be doing stable work for the last of his days if he knows the noble man. With a scowl he walks off mowing better than to piss off a royal lapdog.

'Royal lap dog?' So that's what those who are secret agents, for a lack of a better word, are he thinks as he disconnects from the connection of the man fully.

Turning towards the three kids he sees the awed teal gaze of the boy who is being held between the two who clearly care for him a lot. If their calculating obsidian, and cyan eyes are anything.

"Wow" the boy exclaims, Eren, thinks back to the twos yell. Giving an awkward grin while scratching the base of his neck he shrugs, before growing serious.

'No I'm Sirius' his godfather's voice filters through his mind at the bad pun.

Crouching in front of the wincing boy he gives the girl a soft look of fondness as she shifts as if to prevent him should he do anything to further Erens injuries.

The boy calls to him in a startling way now that he's not distracted by the foul man.

"Are you alright?" His focus on Erens injuries as the boy allowed him to lift the dirt to assess him, so he misses the surprised glances as the three feel sick at the stranger's kindness, the two trusting Armin to not bring danger, but never expecting someone, who seems to work with the royals to help them.

Eren doesn't know what to say as he gazes at the strange man feeling a slight jolt that the man either doesn't feel or chooses to ignore as he prods his ribs. His instinct tells him that this man is important, but his childish wonder makes him ignore the strange feeling.

"So you really work for the royals!" Seeing the surprised look and the chuckle that escapes the man makes him flush as he realizes he just shouted that.

"No, I don't, I just felt it was easier to let him come up with his own truth" Harry replied honestly knowing these kids would be able to sniff it out.

"Not to sound abrasive but would you mind escorting us to your grandfather? I would like to finish my promos I gave you Armin" he says standing as he finds the boy to be okay, despite the slight bruising.

Armin startles out of his thoughts before the three give each other a look, his heart clenches as he sees three different kids silently talking.

"A-alright"

"If you try anything I'll kill You" the serious voice of the girl startled him before his respect for her shoots up.

"If you can land a hit on me I'll bake you a cake" he states hoping his instincts are telling him right that the girl is more than she appears, just like the strange boy who he feels has something important to do.

He really hopes Eren doesn't have a Prophecy over his head or Harry might scream.

"Really, Mikasa you could do it!" Eren states with ultimate conviction causing the girl to go bashful, making Harry quirk his brow.

The banter goes on with the girl not wanting to, or is shy at the compliment, and Eren insistence on wanting to have cake.

He exchanges a glance at the silent blonde said boy giving a small smile, that makes Harry feel it was worth it.

Now all he has to do is convince a certain grandpa he

means no harm.

And check on those other three children.

—-

"Your majesty, there have been reports from survivors, and various verifiable account with some of our spies-"

"Reports on what" a voice interrupts, as a short stout man leans in.

"Reports on green fire made of life, even the those undercover stated they seen animals made of flames burning the titans for hours, they couldn't see what or who caused it but they do stare it lasted for hours"

'Animals made of flames?' he holds his wound wrapped hand having just survived his family's death by that man, who claimed to be a Doctor.

'The founder can't do that' even with the full capacity of the founder.

Knowing one could recreate life out of fire. He needs to look through the records of his family and see if there are any accounts of this happening before.

A/n:

I've been suggested a Levi/Harry parring.

Added to I'm tempted to do a holy relationship between Harry Levi and Erwin just for my own indulgence. Though I also understand that's not everyone's cup of tea.

I'll be doing Time skips start of the series but I will make it more in-depth than canon had done.

I'm conflicted on how I should progress, because I want to save a couple people for example Hange and Petra for the most part.

While I want to make it my own story I don't want to take away from the original story by just saving everyone. But I do want to make Harry have an actual impact on the story, if I make any sense.

Levi's two friend are also someone in conflicted on I liked them as characters but I also don't want to right so many characters and get overwhelmed with subplots