Over the next week, they settled back into their routine. Harry continued to hone in on his non-magical weapons. He found out that if he puts a little of his magic, whatever weapon he is using goes where he wants it to.

Merle and Daryl worked hard to pretty much tear their truck to scraps and rebuild it with solar panels. Occasionally, they would ask Harry for some help with another hand and sometimes for his magic to help lift things.

When they didn't want him to help, Harry loved watching them focus so hard on their work. He loved how Merle's brows would press to his nose when he was focused and sometimes even stick a tiny part of his tongue out of the side of his mouth. Daryl would constantly crack his knuckles and pursed his lips. Most people would not even notice, but Harry had enough time to study them intently.

Plus, who wouldn't want to see two muscular men sweating with their shirts off when they lift heavy items? It's eye candy.

Sometimes, the two would get embarrassed by the astute attention placed on them and ask him to skin animals or even wash their clothes. Whatever excuse it is when they ask.

Today, they needed Harry's help quite often. It was the final touches, and they had to make sure everything was perfect.

They reinstalled everything, including an improved radio that hones onto certain walkie-talkies only.

Harry was finishing up bolting the seats back into the carpeted cabin when he noticed neither of the boys was working. Little did he know Daryl's eyes were wandering over Harry's body. Ensuring his safety. He did not want his friend to accidentally pull a muscle by doing manual labor wrong. He was worried about what it was. Once it was done, he backed up and looked to Merle, who was to his right, and nodded his head.

"Boys, I think we finished this bitch" Merle started as Daryl finished. "Wanna go for a ride?"

The brothers both got into the car and looked at Harry expectantly: "Sorry, Chaps, I want to take a little dip in the pond. Head in when you both are done with your joyride."

A roar of the ignition, and squealing of the tires, the truck took off through the trees.

Harry watched until he couldn't see them anymore and headed inside to drop some things off. Charon perked up when Harry entered, waiting for a command.

"Guard. I'll be back in 30 at most, baby girl" Harry walked over to pet his familiar. Charon licked his face, stretched, and walked next to the entrance to keep a lookout. Harry took off his necklace and placed it on the table. He hated wearing it when he bathed. It worries him that one of his loved ones will port the key into the bath with him. They've seen enough of him over the years, but he likes some semblance of privacy. Harry felt naked without it, yet he reassured himself that his loved ones were okay and didn't need him as of now.

He stripped to his underwear and snagged a new pair as well as a towel.

Harry hummed as he began his walk to the pond.

Meanwhile….

The six family members were panicking about magical creatures, including house elves, disappearing. Draco apparated into Gringotts and the goblins were vibrating in happiness. They were elated that the humans were getting their karma for everything that have done to their civilization.

Draco rushed up to a stand. He bowed more than 90 degrees and waited until the goblin released him.

"Oh, Draco, you don't have to bow to us. We are friends here."

"You all deserve the utmost respect for everything you have done and experienced. It is the least I could do," Draco said earnestly

"This is why we love you seven. Is there something you would like?"

"I have a few questions about how things are going to be run with everything occurring. I don't think I will have a need for money within my vault, but should I be concerned with monetary gain? I'm surprised the goblins have stayed since the house elves disappeared; what are the goblins going to do? And can I help?"

"I will be right back, I don't think I am the right one to explain everything. Come with me! We have tea and refreshments for you to munch on while I get the King"

"The King? I hope he won't be offended by my lack of dressing" Draco quickly patted down the wrinkles and wiped the dirt off his pants

"Don't worry, my friend, you could be stark naked, and we do not care. Us goblins only wear clothes for wizards culture"

Draco sat in the room he had seen too many times to count. It holds a happy place within his heart. They fought the war here. They made monumental decisions here. They changed history here. Lost in thought, Draco did not notice the King enter the room stark naked.

"Am I that sexy? You forgot how to speak?" the goblin king joked at Draco's expense.

"My King, I am so sorry. I was lost in memories of this room" Draco got up and bowed in the same respect as before.

"Oh, hush with unneeded pleasantries. I come here to reminisce all the time. I was told you have questions about what is going on?"

"Yes, sir, should I be worried about capital gain with how the human world is going? I noticed the disappearance of the house elves. Is the goblin race going to do the same? Is there anything I can help you with to help Your Highness get what you want?" Draco rushed out without taking a single breath.

"Draco, son, please just call me Warwick; I've been asking for years. I do not believe you will need any currency in the human or muggle worlds, but you may need to have some in the Goblin Empire. My subjects and I have been forced into the corner by wizards for as long as most of us can remember. We got some freedom from the Goblin Wars as well as when you seven helped us. The feral walkers do not care about us as we come across as predators to them. We plan on taking over the British Wizarding World with other magical races that stay behind. Wizards are becoming so few in number there's no need for us to heed their every word. If you would like to visit, help clear the alleys, or even partake in this new society, then you may need gold. If you would like to sign this paper on behalf of the wizarding community, then this will go much smoother." King Warwick said, studying Draco's reaction as he slid over a large document.

Draco was shocked but, at the same time, overjoyed for his friends. Species other than Witches or Wizards deserve a safe place too. He nodded his head as he scanned the paper with his eyes.

The document states that on behalf of the wizarding community of England, Draco bequeaths all monetary gains to the Goblin race that are not currently being used by wizards or species alike. There was one speculation that as long as the feral walkers are around, all species must work together to turn the racist wizarding world into a magical utopia.

Without a second thought, Draco signed it instantly; "Of course, King Warwick, money is the last thing anyone human like me needs at the moment. But if I may ask, what about wizarding goods like chairs, paintings, and grimoires?

"I knew you would ask. We are planning to categorize and organize them into the largest room we have in our system. There will be a catalog with everything in it sent via bag post once a month to those with even a trickle of magical energy in their blood. It would be no good to hide thousands upon thousands of years of knowledge; we are not Dumbledore'' Warwick smiled at Draco's very obvious relief shown on his face.

"Oh good, what about those who don't have a bag postbag? Wait, knowing you, that's a dumb question; ignore me, please. If this is the case, could I possibly go through what you have now? Or at least take the seven's items?"

"One step ahead of you, Draco" Warwick pulled a small coin pouch out of the desk he was standing near. "Here is everything in your vaults, including any vaults any of you are distantly related to. This bag, on the other hand…"

Warwick pulls another small coin pouch out of the same drawer. The only difference between the two is the one holding the seven's goods has all their house symbols decorating it.

"...This one is the bag that will give you access to the community vault. There is a pocket on the left side of this pouch that will hold the monthly updated catalog"

"... My King. I can't take this. This is too much…" Draco whispered in disbelief

"It is the least I can do for you and your friends. You guys have helped us in ways we never even knew Wizards could or would. All seven of you are revered friends of the Goblins. We are also holding a small vault with money for you and your ancestors to use if they ever want to partake or visit the nation we are going to build"

Draco had no response. He was in tears. Never in his life did he think he would be able to call himself a friend of the goblin race. It is an honor given rarely. The only four other people with this title are the founding four of Hogwarts and Merlin himself. He dropped to his knees, repeatedly thanking Warwick. Warwick laughed, shook his hand, and assured him that all goblins feel this way.

The blonde man promised that if they bag mail any one of the seven about clearing out the alleys, all of them would drop everything to come help. This caused Warwick to hug him and then rush out of the room because he could not hold himself together anymore. Draco grabbed the bags, tossed them in his robe's pocket, and then apparated back to the manor.

When he appeared in the dining room, he saw them all sitting at the table debating something.

"No, Neville. why would he be trying to apparate to their dimension? I don't think we can even do that?" Fred yelled across the table to Neville.

George was deep into the debate with Luna about what species Draco teleported to. George was extremely confident as he thought Draco went to Gringotts. Luna insisted he apparated to the dragon sanctuary to see if the dragons were still there.

When they heard the high-pitched pop, all 5 of their heads snapped towards the fireplace.

Draco's eyes were still red from his meeting. He reached into his pocket and tossed them onto the table.

"Helios? What's wrong? Come here" Luna opened her arms for him. He rushed into her arms and stuffed his head in her blonde hair. It took him a few minutes, but the smell of Luna calmed him down. This is his family. They love him, They support him- they want what's best for him.

Draco slowly but surely explained everything that happened. Once he finished, everyone stared at each other.

"So you're telling me, If I reach into this bag, I can pull out the Hufflepuff family grimoire?" Neville asked with excitement in his eyes.

"Uh, I guess?" Draco confusingly agreed, shoving his face into Luna's hair again. Neville reached into the bag and thought very hard. Surprisingly, a large leather book with a huge clasp on it hit his hand. In purse shock, he squeaked, pulled it out, and threw it on the table.

"Bloody…" "...Hell," Fred started and George finished. Neville slowly undid the large honey badger crest and turned the yellow leather front cover. Inside there was cursive writing followed by the stamp crest. When they opened up the book, it duplicated into multiple volumes. It was one of the most in-depth grimoires any of them have ever seen.

Neville carefully closed the grimoire and placed it carefully back into the coin pouch. As a group, they decided to write a detailed letter to King Warwick stating their wish to help. They mentioned how it may be easier with a port key. They sent blood quills they have used to write their signature as well as an example of the signature so their names can help their utopia building as Draco's has.

George signed his name last and collected everyone's quills, papers, and personal letters. He placed them in the pocket behind the catalog, closed it, and manifested that it would go to King Warwick. The bag warmed up in recognition and sent off their stuff.

"I saw there was some stuff in the preserve room. Anyone want steak and veggies?" Draco broke the silence.

"Say less," Neville said while hooking arms with Draco. "Come along, friends of the goblins. Its time to blow up Helios' kitchen"

"You have Draco, we have Luna," George laughed as he and Fred locked arms on either side of Luna.

It was a humorous sight. Seeing two over six-foot gingers towering over Luna who is 5'2'' on a good day. They skipped, and with every other step, they launched Luna in the air like a swing.

"I haven't done this since I was a kid" Luna giggled out as they slowly but surely made it towards the kitchen.

It did not take long for the group to cook up what they needed. Not a word was said as they moved about the kitchen in a way that almost looked like a dance. Fred was in charge of seasonings, George was in charge of the meat, Draco cooked them, Neville collected the best ingredients, and Luna was in charge of cutting. Normally, with Harry here, Harry would be cooking, and Draco would be in charge of the sides or cleaning as things go.

Once Neville finished his job, he began setting the table he conjured so they did not have to walk far. He poured everyone's favorite beverages. Luna is obsessed with vitamin water, Draco will never admit it to anyone, but he is a die-hard fan; the twins just wanted water with mint and poured lime seltzer for himself. As everyone finished their jobs, they started either cleaning or setting the table with Neville.

Neville decided to bring out the fancy silverware and cutlery because he did not know when they were going to be back in the Maner, let alone England. The silverware was charmed to be polished 24/7, and the napkins were self-cleaning. He chose sage green placemats with lilies on them to go with the sage green cups. The places were black with detailed designs of the animals throughout the manner. He made sure to give the pixie one to Luna. As soon as George put the condiments on the table, Draco was done cooking.

Draco walked around the counter as he placed each personalized steak. Fred hates onions while George loves them, Luna wants her well-done and only with carrots, Neville likes it medium with very little steak but more vegetables, and he likes his medium rare and with as many vegetables he can fit on the plate.

Before they even thought about eating. They prepared to burn a portion of everything they made to ask for good health and safe passage from Hygieia. The six surrounded the sacrificial fire pedestal that is located in the greenhouse. Luna speaks out, honoring and humbly requesting help. As soon as she utters the last syllable, Fred tossed two steaks, 3 carrots, 2 zucchini, and 4 tomatoes into the fire. The six connect hands, bow their head, and let their magic run toward the fire. The magic was palpable in the air. The whole greenhouse hummed until the fire slowly faded away with one last wave of warmth and acceptance.

The warmth stayed with them as they walked back towards the door which connects the kitchen to the greenhouse. It was a blissful silence and a beautiful start to their journey to become complete again.

Little was spoken as they ate. The blissful feeling relaxed the occupants; it provided a final safe place until they fully through themselves into the unknown. Once again, when they were finished, they cleaned, charmed the food to not go bad, and finished collecting everything within the manor.

It took around an hour before they all met up at the entrance. Teary-eyed and ready for their next step, they took off their necklaces and held them close to their hearts while adding familiar magic to their pendant. They didn't even need to manifest Harry. As if they were sucked through a wind tunnel, their bodies were ripped from the room and spun repeatedly until a new room materialized around them.