The summer before Harry's sixth year seemed to start off similar to the rest of his summers since starting Hogwarts. There was an exception this year. Two weeks into the break, Vernon summoned the whole family to the living room to make an announcement.

"I have to make a trip to New York to see if I'd like a placement in the new branch of Grunnings. As my family and you boy, it's expected that you come with me. Boy, we may be taking you with us, but make no mistake, you mess this trip up with your…hocus pocus, and those freaks that threatened my family will have to find a new freak to fuss over. Do you hear me? I'll drop you in some remote forest and let you see how your wicked ways help you out of that." He said, face turning maroon.

Harry nodded, shocked that he was actually being included. "Maybe I can run away in New York and Voldemort will forget about me?" he thought.

He shook his head, there was no way the snake man would ignore him. Deciding to make the most of it, he wrote to Hermione thinking she would know about different countries and if there was a magical district in New York City like Diagon Alley. She wrote back immediately both admonishing him for leaving the country and envious of his luck.

She wrote that MACUSA was based in New York and that the magic shopping district in MACUSA was located in Manhattan, off the subway tunnels. Harry stared at the letter. How was he supposed to find a district based on that? Deciding it'd be better to take his own money, he somehow managed to talk Aunt Petunia into taking him into London on strict orders that he'll find his own way home because, in her words, she didn't have time to wait on whatever mimble wimble he needed to do.

That suited Harry just fine. He made his way to the gleaming marble building of Gringotts and immediately joined the shortest queue. When it was his turn and the goblin realized he had no way of proving his identity, the bank employee turned and spoke in the harsh tones of the goblin language to an errand boy before turning back to Harry.

"If you are indeed Mr. Potter, then you will have no issues proving this without a doubt?"

He nodded not really knowing what the goblin meant, but eager to prove his identity.

"You will follow Grimtooth into the offices where the manager for your accounts will test you. Next!"

Harry followed the surprisingly quick goblin through a corridor of twists and turns before they stopped outside a door with several house emblems emblazoned into the wood. The goblin knocked briskly, turned, and vanished down the corridor again.

A croaking voice called out behind the door, "Enter."

Harry opened the door and saw an office not unlike what he supposed barrister offices were like. An aged goblin sat behind a solid wood desk with a pince-nez perched on his thin nose.

"So you are trying to claim access to the Potter vaults. We shall find out the truth soon enough. Sit."

Harry sank into the hard-backed chair in front of the desk. The goblin continued to look over various papers for what seemed to be an eon. Finally, he set aside the parchment and looked at Harry with scrutiny.

"Many have tried to claim to be the Potter heir but blood reveals the truth. Will you submit to an inheritance test?"

"What…", He cleared his throat, suddenly dry. "What's involved in an inheritance test?"

The goblin eyed him shrewdly. "Blood, young wizard. It does not lie and often reveals truths unknown. You would merely have to add blood to a prepared ink well. Once the blood and ink are mixed, a special quill would write out your full name and all inheritances you are entitled to receive."

Thinking it over quickly, Harry nodded his consent and took the pen knife offered by the account manager. He sliced the meaty part of his hand beneath his thumb, thinking an ink well would need more than a few drops. He winced at the cut but held his hand steady as the blood was collected.

With a grin that said the goblin hoped he was an imposter, the aged accounts manager placed the enchanted quill first in the blood and ink mix and then onto a fresh roll of parchment.

Immediately, the quill began to scratch out details of Harry's inheritance.

Name: Ares Jameson Henry Potter

Public Names: Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Triwizard Champion, Chosen One

Date of Birth: 31th July 1980

Parents: James Charlus Potter (d), Lily Jade Evans Potter (d), Sirius Orion Black III (d)

Godparents: Sirius Orion Black III (d), Alice Marie Longbottom nee Fortesque (incapacitated)

Soul Bond: Wade Winston Wilson

Inherited Titles:

Potter - accessible at age 17

Black - accessible at age 17

Peverell - accessible at age 17

Slytherin - contested, not available

Harry's eyes scrolled over the page a half dozen times. Sirius was a second father? His name wasn't Harry? And what did it mean that he could inherit all these titles? His soulmate was a man?

The goblin looked disgruntled that he was the real Harry Potter but put on a professional face.

"Now that that is sorted. Mr. Potter, I am IronChoke and I have worked with the Potter family for some 200 years now. I am glad to see the legacy continue."

"Can I ask if there's any way to find out more about my…my soulmate? I'm still a bit shocked that it's a man or what sounds like a man's name."

IronChoke nodded. "There is a ritual Gringotts offers. Many people find that their soulmate or mates reside in foreign countries, so we established this specific ritual. It will narrow down your soulmate to the nearest town they spend most of their time in. It does come at a charge, but we could take the funds from your Heir vault if you would like. You cannot access the vault by yourself but are still authorized to make large purchases with the funds."

Harry looked at the parchment once more and nodded.

The two of them traveled deeper into Gringotts' tunnels and came to a room that seemed to glow with crystals embedded in the walls. On the floor were carved runes that Harry had never seen before.

A second goblin in a white robe directed him to stand in the middle of the carvings and began chanting once he was in place. Heavy energy built up in the room, building and building until the pressure against Harry's body felt immense. Suddenly the energy popped like clearing one's ears at a great height. Harry rocked back and forth where he stood, surprised by the sudden change in pressure.

The white-clad goblin handed him a piece of Parchment and shooed him out of the room.

IronChoke was waiting outside and led him back to his office.

"I'll give you a moment to look over the results."

Soulbond: Wade Winston Wilson

Age: 19 years, 2 months

Location: New York, New York, United States

'How wild.' Harry thought, with him going to New York soon and that's the very place his soulmate was. Maybe they could meet? He didn't know how weird the other boy would take it, a stranger coming up and saying 'We're destined to be together.' It didn't seem positive. But Harry decided to try.

The worst that could happen is he'd have to convince Wade that he was telling the truth, but without revealing magic that seemed like a tall order. In addition, Harry felt a pain on his wrist and looked down to see words being written just below his palm. Two words reading 'hold on.' The goblins explained this as a way to identify his soulmate. These would be the first words he heard from the man.

Business concluded, he went to his trust vault and scooped up a bag full of galleons, planning to exchange some for American dollars.

When he got back to Privet Drive, Hermione had written back a long sheet of parchment.

Oh Harry!

New York sounds exciting! I'm so glad you're getting on better with your relatives. I don't know if you know this, but there's a magical section of New York just like Diagon Alley! It's called Vertic Alley. I was talking to Anthony Goldstein in Ravenclaw. I'm sure you know him. He's rather tall with blonde hair and wears these turtle shell patterned glasses. Well, he has relatives in New York! He even knows Newt Scamander. Oh what I'd give to be invited to meet Newt Scamander!

Oh but he was telling me about Vertic Alley. And then I did some research in the travel section of the library. And everything agrees that the entrance is behind an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn called Unicorn Shipping and you tap the wall in the shape of a diamond.

They should have all the same shops as Diagon, but maybe some new stores. Oh, you must let me know if they have more selection than Flourish and Blotts. I don't know that I could get there this year or next, but after Hogwarts, who's to say?

And did you know the MACUSA, that's Magical Congress of US, building is in an expanded space in the Woolworth building and had been there since it was built in 1913. Imagine all the things that the people there have seen! Oh, I'm so jealous.

Hope you have a good summer!

Love, Hermione

Before Harry knew it, he was on a plane flying across the Atlantic. Dudley was oddly subdued and only complained twice that the seats were too small. Harry hadn't thought Uncle Vernon would fit but he took up two regular seats. Aunt Petunia kept going between looking around the plane, craning her long neck, and looking nauseous.

They got off the plane and hailed a taxi, Vernon looking disgruntled that Harry was included. When they got to the hotel, Harry was informed sternly of how things would go. There was one bed for the elder Dursleys, one for Dudley, and he was to sleep on a cot at the foot of Dudley's bed.

Begrudgingly, Vernon handed him a keycard but held onto it while giving him a warning, "I don't want you thinking you can come and go as you please. Waking us up with hooligan behavior. I don't care what you do as long as you're back in this room by 10 p.m. If you can't manage that, don't bother coming in at all. Got it?"

Harry nodded and took the card, planning to avoid the family as much as possible. He spent the next several days looking around New York. On the day before the Dursleys were scheduled to leave, he stopped in the subway to study the map of the boroughs and all the stops the subway made and decided to try finding the magical community Hermione told him about.

He was walking down a shady looking street when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw a guy near his age, running from a gang of muscled men.

Harry ducked into an alley and was shocked to see the guy follow him and put a hand over his mouth. He whispered, "Hold on."

The muscled guys ran past and after a few beats, the man released Harry. He smiled and Harry's eyes got wide as he realized who this was.

XxX

The two teenagers had moved to a rundown Chinese restaurant and settled in to talk. They talked for an hour, Harry explaining Soulmate bonds. Wade had heard of them but until he met Harry and heard those first words and saw them appear on his wrist, he hadn't believed it.

"So we're destined like Peach and Mario? Kinda crazy but I'm a little crazy."

Wade talked about how he had just gotten bad news from his Special Forces commander after a routine health check.

"So kid, I don't know how much soulmating I'll be able to do…turns out I have tumors the size of potatoes. Tuber tumors." He tried to joke but his voice cracked. "But I got a business card from these guys back home in Canada. They're doing some sciency stuff and might figure out a cure. So I don't know that I'll see you as an adult. But it was nice to see that I've got someone out there. But, kid, don't live your life based on a maybe because it's not looking too promising for me."

They parted unwillingly. Wade was leaving to take part in this secret study and Harry was to go back to Hogwarts. Harry promised himself that he would come back and see Wade again. This couldn't be the end for them.

XxX

The war had just ended a few hours ago and Harry made his way to Gryffindor tower, collapsing on one of the beds. He slept for a full 15 hours. When he woke up, the hallows sat innocently on his bedside table. He groaned and fell back onto the bed.

He had broken that stupid wand and dropped that damn stone and yet, here they were.

He turned over and looked at the words on his wrist. It was currently darkened black, but over the past 2 years had varied from an irritated red to the dark black he saw today, but he had no idea what it meant.

Was Wade dead or not? Harry decided that as soon as things with the war were wrapped up he would go back to New York and figure out what had happened to his soulmate.

First, he had to bury his friends and see about his godson. He knew he wanted to be a better godfather than Sirius ever had a chance to be. Wade would just have to wait.

XxX

It had taken two more months after the battle at Hogwarts to get the government in a good enough place to operate independently.

Hermione had taken Ron to Australia with a Department of Mysteries specialist to try to find her parents. Andromeda had agreed to split custody with Teddy, and oh how his heart broke for another war orphan. Andromeda with some added support, had the small metamorphmagus for now.

They had found out the month after the battle of Hogwarts that Teddy, impossibly small and giggly boy that he was, had lycanthropy.

Harry had learned over the past year and a half that he was immortal or something very close to it after surviving four murder attempts and was coming to terms with what it would mean that he couldn't die.

Unfortunately while watching Teddy on a full moon, the small boy had twisted while changing before Harry had gotten him secure and Harry had been bitten. Harry saw this not as a curse, but as a chance to bond even closer with Teddy.

He had gone back to the goblins where this whole journey had started and they updated him on his wayward soulmate. Apparently, Wade was moonlighting as an assassin named Deadpool. Harry didn't know why he was doing that but it was a start. The goblins gave a brief description of what Deadpool looked like and sent Harry on his way.

Now, he was on a plane heading for New York. He had no clue where to start with his search but was hopeful simply because the mark changed, usually staying a solid black. That gave him hope.

He didn't know whether Wade remembered him or how he might have changed over the past three years, but hopefully, they could talk at the very least and maybe see where they went from there.

XxX

Harry had been in New York for three weeks and the moon was coming up. He was hoping to not have to change while in New York but was waiting to hear back from MACUSA on werewolf moon policies. The only method he could think of to find Wade was to search for his vigilante costume or whatever that suit had been.

He tried to draw it from memory and was shocked not shocked that his art skills were still subpar. So he settled for asking people if they had seen a man in a red and black suit with a lot of weapons. He thought he had a good start in Manhattan's Hell's Kitchen but it turned out that was a different vigilante. How many heroes did one city need?

He had better luck in Brooklyn.

A man matching the description of Wade had crashed into a cab driver's front windshield two days ago and left behind a snarky card that essentially said "Sorry for your loss. I saved you from a bad guy."

The cab driver still had the card and gave it to Harry when he asked if he could have it. Harry took it into a nearby alley and after casting a Notice-Me-Not, cast a tracking spell on the card. Trusting his instincts, he apparated to where the card was telling him.

He landed in a rundown apartment and saw a heavily scarred man in a crop top and gym shorts. The man immediately pulled a gun from his waistband and aimed at Harry's head.

"And who do we have joining us today, Bob?" The man asked the empty room.

Harry blinked. "Wade? Is that you? You may not remember me but I'm Harry Potter."

"Harry? Harry Potter? I thought I'd never see you again…I certainly imagined it going differently than laundry day. Also, you're gonna have to explain the teleporting"

"What happened, Wade? You said you were going for cancer treatment and I never heard from you again."

The scarred man sighed. "I got punked. The cancer cure study was really trying to replicate mutants. I got pumped full of something that keeps me alive but it also keeps the cancer alive too."

"And the assassin schtick?"

"Mercenary. How many times do I have to tell people?" Wade complained, scratching his toned and welt-covered stomach.

Despite the scars, Wade was still pretty fit. Harry had scars of his own, from the Dursleys, the war and now life as a werewolf. So seeing Wade's abs was slightly distracting for the twenty year old.

Wade noticed his dropped gaze, wiggled in a silly way, and sobered.

"Teleporting. Tell me, tell me."

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Then remembered that the ICW has bylaws for informing family members and life partners about magic.

"So, I'm a wizard and I know that seems silly but it's true."

Harry went on to explain that he had just won a war and adopted his godson, who coincidentally was a werewolf and oh yeah Harry was an immortal werewolf. Wade laughed and thought about it and laughed some more.

After laughing at the hilarity of Harry's life, the 20-year-old and 23-year-old sat down in Wade's apartment. Harry explained more about soulmates, what little he knew at least. They came to the agreement that they would start slow and see how it turned out.

Maybe see how Teddy and Andromeda liked the States. It'd be a change for Harry, a good and well-needed change. They had forever to figure it out, but for now they were settling for getting to know each other on a more personal level.

Dumbledore had once told Harry that death was a great next adventure, but if one can't die, isn't life about finding new adventures as you can?

"Do you wanna take a trip to London?" Harry asked.