Chapter One: Escape from the Asylum:

"You must be completely insane to return to this bank."

Outside of an opened doorway Harry Potter stood and stared down without fear. Anyone who spent more than a few days in the European Magical community knew of the backstory of Harry Potter. They knew a few months ago, he defeated Lord Voldemort. Some called him a hero and others called him a dangerous menace to society. Regardless of what side of the spectrum people stood on, they knew Harry Potter was famous.

Harry Potter eyed a small army of goblin warriors, who had been called to defend Gringotts the moment he dared step foot on the grounds of the bank. The last encounter between the goblins and Harry went a bit sour. He used trickery and deceit to enter the bank, with a help from one of the goblins, who ended up betraying him in the end, and put Harry in a rather tight position. He escaped with both the Hufflepuff Cup and one of the dragons.

Chaos and insanity resulted from Harry's hijinks, the story of his life really. He did not have the luxury of having a normal, quiet life. So, he just embraced the life he lived, for better or for worse.

Goblins did not take too kindly to attempted theft. Successful theft assaulted their ego long and hard. Harry viewed these goblins who eyed him up like he was their next moving target. Some of them looked inclined to gut him, bludgeon him, do whatever they needed to do where he stood. A few looked as if they wondered what drove someone who was public enemy number one to the Goblin Nation to step foot inside their bank.

The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Master-Death fixated his eyes on the goblins, and smiled. Most wizards would need to wear their brown trousers when facing an army of fierce goblin warriors who intended to kill them.

"I come in peace."

Harry's statement went over about as well as one would expect from the goblins.

"Potter, give me one good reason why we should not send you on your way in pieces," one of the goblins replied.

"Oh, I don't have a shadow of a doubt in my mind you'd butcher me if given half of the chance," Harry said. If anything, his smile grew more prominent, doing nothing to discourage the impression of Harry cracking after years of fighting the darkness. "I broke into your bank, stole from Gringotts, successfully escaped from Gringotts. I made the entire Goblin Nation look quite stupid."

The goblins narrowed their eyes at Harry throwing his rather obvious transgressions back into their faces.

"You want to kill me, but you know you can't," Harry said. "You want to know why I would decide to return to the scene of the crime, where you would kill me. And I know you want to know what I have to save."

Fierce goblin eyes stared down Harry. He reckoned it was preferable he stared down an army of angry goblins, then an army of angry Basilisks. Granted, with them, Harry would be immune from the death glare thanks to his Parseltongue abilities.

'Handy information if I knew it six bloody years ago,' Harry thought.

The Parseltongue remained with Harry after losing the Horcrux. Dumbledore happened to be wrong about the Parseltongue being an inherited ability from the Horcrux. Harry figured he should not rake Dumbledore over the coals too much for being wrong.

Besides, it all worked out for Harry in the end.

"Don't you want to know what I have to say?" Harry asked.

The goblins spoke to each other in Gobbledegook. Harry frowned, he hadn't quite got the language down, even though he knew enough to figure they called him some rather unflattering things.

One conversation leader, the lead goblin, or at least the one with the biggest mouth, spoke to Harry.

"You have five minutes."

"Fair enough," Harry said. "We have a lot more in common than you would like to admit."

The goblins grew very restless and Harry noticed from the looks on their faces, they looked rather discouraged by the thought of having anything in common with one of their most hated humans.

"The Ministry considers you to be little more than a tool to serve their means," Harry said. "Let's face it, the people at the Ministry aren't going to be bothered to help make sure their own economy doesn't collapse."

All of the goblins muttered with each other. A twinkle appeared in Harry's eye when he knew they could not dispute.

"You keep all that old money which gives the top Ministry officials their status in check," Harry said. "They need you. They can't live without the goblins. There's nothing they fear more than another goblin rebellion, and it's not because the ghost who teaches History of Magic has been teaching about them for the past six hundred years."

Harry stalled to give the goblins an opportunity to think this through. They did not attack him, but Harry figured he should best press on.

"You've heard all about me," Harry said. "The Ministry allowed a Dark Lord to rise to the ranks, and they put all of their hopes into me. They spent years demonizing me, but then, when they were screwed, they wanted me to save them. And I did save them. Just like they will complain about how goblins are vile, nasty, creatures, but at the end of the day, they want you to safe guard their gold. And they don't treat you with any respect, do they?"

The goblins had these old and sour thoughts being brought up. None of them liked this business being brought up. They had to agree with him because he had a good point.

"How many of your brothers and sisters did Voldemort kill?"

It warmed Harry's heart even the almighty goblins flinched at the name of the recently departed Dark Lord.

"Countless, I'm sure," Harry said. "The point is, we aren't too far apart. The Ministry will use us, abuse us, and then use us again."

"You don't tell us anything we already don't know, Mr. Potter," the lead goblin said.

"Yes, I know," Harry said. "You don't have to like me. It's fine, but at least acknowledge we've faced many of the same challenges."

The goblins would have attacked Harry by now if they had it within themselves to do so. They knew deep down he was right, and knew deep down they allowed themselves to be used by Voldemort. They held no delusion he would give them what they wanted. All they showed was fear and horror.

"And I'm here to make a deal with the goblins," Harry said. "You give me what I want, and I'll give you something you want."

"The only thing we want is your head mounted in our lobby as an example, Potter," one of goblins said harshly.

Harry waved his hand and the torches blew out. A cold wind caused even the goblins to shiver. Harry waited a moment and snapped his fingers to bring the torches back on.

"Oh, you'll want what I have, but let's get to my terms," Harry said. The goblins attention had been on him, if for no other reason they feared what would happen if they took their eyes off of him. "The only thing I want in this bank rests in the Potter and Black family vaults. I want full and unrestricted access, no strings attached."

The goblins started to mutter again, even though it was short lived. One of them stared at Harry with beady eyes, focused on him.

"You are mad," the lead goblin said. "What makes you think…"

"What's in it for you?" Harry interrupted.

Harry reached into his pocket and dropped a metal box on the ground at the feet of the goblins. For a brief second, they tensed up and prepared for a trick, some kind of magically created artifact to incapacitate them. The goblins remained standing straight as they ever did.

"It's a gift," Harry said. "An apology, go ahead and open it up."

A brave goblin picked up the box and looked it over. He determined the box had not been cursed and flipped it over in his hand. The clamp on the box opened up and a flash of light illuminated his face.

A dagger rested inside. Several of the elder goblins gasped when they looked at it.

The dagger was not just any dagger, it was the dagger. This dagger had been lost for centuries.

"It can't be," one of the eldest goblins said. His heart raced. "It's impossible."

"I am impossible," Harry said.

The dagger drew the first blood in the first and potentially greatest goblin rebellion. Years ago, it had been lost, and many thought it had been lost forever. A few scans showed them this had been the artifact which they searched for many years ago.

"Where did you find it?" one of the goblins demanded.

"I'm not sure you properly realized what I did," Harry said, side stepping the question. "I brought to you an artifact which the goblins searched the ends of the Earth for. The goblins spent a limitless amount of time, money, and resources to track it down."

Harry had been curious as to why. He had scans ran and the dagger held no mystical properties. The sentimental value had been through the roof. The goblins were not always strong creatures. From what he had been able to find out, the dagger symbolized the beginning of the goblins standing up to humanity.

"This dagger holds a great reward to the one who returns it," one of the goblin elders said.

Harry Potter tried not to smile. He had returned a priceless artifact to the goblins and essentially had a blank check.

"I want the charges for theft cleared, and I want full and unrestricted access to the vaults," Harry said. "Do we have a deal?"

The goblins paused for the longest moment. They turned into deep conversation with each other. The leader of the goblins turned to Harry.

"I hope you relish this day, human," the lead goblin said. "Not only did you escape with treasure and lived to tell the tale, but you returned to Gringotts and will live to tell the tale once again. You have done something no human has ever done before, and will never do again.

"It's what I do," Harry said.

"And what made you think we would not just kill you and take the dagger?" one of the youngest goblins asked.

The goblin elders gave the younger goblin a very cross look.

"It would have been a very human thing for you to do," Harry said. "And after today, after I leave with what I want, you'll never see me again."

One of the goblins smiled, although he still could not make it look anything less than menacing, the genuine effort was present in his eyes.

"We've truly come out ahead on this deal, Mr. Potter."

Harry Potter returned from Gringotts, feeling despite the words from the goblins, having been the one to have truly come out ahead on this particular deal. All of his funds had been converted to the standard currency, which would give him some liquid assets on hand to perform his next move.

He exited the bank and made his way down Diagon Alley towards the Leaky Cauldron. A few familiar faces passed Harry. Some of them looked around the Alley. It had been a lot less chaotic since Voldemort had been defeated, but there was still a fair amount of uncertainty and fear. The same problems which allowed Voldemort's ascent remained and if anything, they worsened.

Harry could hardly fault those who departed the country when they had the opportunity to do so. If, Harry did not have a few things to take care of, he would have left on the night Voldemort had fallen.

The Boy-Who-Lived slipped through the back entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. To the world around him, Harry might as well have been a ghost. No one knew their former Chosen One sat in their midst. He sat down on a seat in the back of the Leaky Cauldron and waited for the gossip to role his way.

"Can you believe the Ministry is going to reinstate those old laws?" one of the patrons of the Cauldron asked.

Another gentleman shrugged and put down his Firewhiskey. He arched back a moment as if checking for any Ministry spies.

"These days, the Ministry's actions don't surprise me anymore," the gentleman said. "Blimey, about a third of our people must have been lost after the war. And can't say I blame the people who walked away while they could get going. Do any of you think the Ministry can follow through on this one?"

"Well, the Wizengamot's talking about it, last according to the Wireless," another patron said. "They want the old Marriage Laws reestablished. Need to get some fresh blood here, it's the first time the Ministry has arranged marriages in about three hundred years, or so."

The old families on occasion made arrangements to marry, to varying degrees of success.

"Still Marriage Law hasn't been around since the days Muggle hunting wasn't only legal, but encouraged by the Ministry," one of the elder men at the Ministry said. "Glad, I'm not part of this."

"Now, we don't know what's really going on," one of the patrons said. "Could be gossip? The Ministry wouldn't….not with all of the ill-will they built."

Harry snorted. He could not fault someone being reasonable despite all sanity pointing to the contrary. The Marriage Law rumors were not gossip, they were fact. The Ministry was going to force through the law and all witches and wizards serving the Ministry between the ages of fourteen and forty five who had not been married would have ninety days to marry. Or the Ministry would find a spouse for them.

'Do not want to touch all of what's wrong with this,' Harry thought.

Kingsley Shacklebolt had been named the acting Minister of Magic, a job which Harry would not wish on his own worst enemy. He tried his best to keep the Ministry from passing this law. The experts at the Wizengamot claimed the law would prevent their culture from being eliminated, within the next three or four generations.

Those sensed where the wind blew left the country within the past couple of months. And again, Harry could hardly fault them.

"How are they going to keep them here?"

"The Ministry is highly regulating all forms of travel outside of the country," one of the men in the pub said. "My son works there, he says International Floos have shut down, all broomstick traffic is being monitored, and they have heightened sensors for Apparation as well."

"And Portkeys are already regulated by the Ministry," one of them said.

"The black market dealers are booming with big business."

Harry smiled, he figured about as much. How would the Ministry intend to keep them here? People fled, a good chunk of the able population. Many of Harry's Hogwarts class had gone to other areas in the world where they had family friends who would shield them.

"What does Potter have to say about this?"

"Harry….Harry Potter?"

"Do you know anyone else named Potter?"

"He doesn't say too much these days," one of the men at the bar said. "Last time someone caught a glimpse of him, he left the Ministry with a frown on his face."

"Heard about that, he didn't look too happy, did he?" one of them asked.

The people crowded in to hear about the latest Harry Potter gossip. Little did they know the object of their gossip sat within their midst.

"Guess he's not too fond of the law, but maybe he's sick and tired of trying to pull everyone out of the fire," one of them said. "A lot at the Ministry and in the press, they didn't treat him the best, and they expected him to be the one who beat You-Know-Who. Doesn't seem right, does it?"

"What's your point?" one of the people at the bar asked.

"My point is, I would have told those wankers to sod off ages ago," the patron said in a colorful language. "Guess it makes Potter more of a standup bloke than I would be."

"Richards, you're the guy who would throw your own mother in front of the Knight Bus."

"He's got a point thought."

Several of the people dropped their glasses down about the table and they landed with a clink.

"They want Potter first in line to endorse this new law," a woman said. "And, they're putting the heat on him. Heard, if people don't comply with the Ministry, they'd have their assets at Gringotts frozen."

"And the goblins are just going to go along with this?"

"Goblins don't have much leverage after throwing in their hat with You-Know-Who."

"Oh, the goblins have the same leverage they always do. Ministry isn't going to look after the gold, it's a goblin's job to run the banks. Those shifty little bastards have us by the balls and they won't let us forget it if we push them far."

Harry heard pretty much enough. His last meeting with Kingsley ended with Harry telling Kingsley he needed to do what was best for the Ministry. Kingsley pretty much informed Harry the Wizengamot intended to tell him he was to get married, and if he couldn't find someone to marry him, then the Ministry was going to choose a bride.

'As if I couldn't find anyone who would cream themselves at being Mrs. Harry Potter, even if it's a sham marriage. That's not the point. It's the fact the Ministry thinks I'd play a role in their scheme, after all of the bullshit they put me through over the past seven years'

The gossip chain had got a lot right. The Marriage Law had not passed yet. The final meeting took place at a special emergency session of the Wizengamot this afternoon.

Kingsley Shacklebolt sat in the middle of the Wizengamot and wondered if his life had come to this. He had been asked to take the job as the Acting Minister of Magic. Not too many people lined up to take the job to deal with the Ministry of Magic in its current state. And among those who did, they were not the type of people who had the best interests of the citizens of magical Britain in line.

"Excuse me," Kingsley said, speaking in a calm and clear voice. The eyes of everyone were on them. "I understand you feel it's urgent to pass this Marriage Law."

"We feel it's of the utmost urgency."

Kingsley figured about as much. The Chief Warlock had been serving with the Wizengamot for years, and was a traditionalist. He did not have the forward thinking needed, even he had the respect which could be commanded.

"Yes, you feel it's of the utmost urgency," Kingsley said. "If I may make a suggestion, would it be prudent to get the Ministry running, before we decide to alienate the public further by passing a controversial law? Perhaps, research it from further angles, because all we're doing is driving the future of this society away."

The Chief Warlock of the Wizegamot looked at Kingsley for a long moment. He never thought he would see the day when someone like Kingsley would be the Minister of Magic. A man who challenged the way the old crowd thought. Marriage Laws had gone out of practice and it tainted the purity of the bloodlines.

"Minister, I thank you for your input," the Chief Warlock said. "And rest assure, we are not acting in an irrational fashion. We only have what's best for the traditions of the Ministry, and how to preserve them. And I thank you for your unique perspective. And I understand you were a disciple of the late Albus Dumbledore, who had a different perceptive than we were used to."

Many among the old families thought of Dumbledore to be controversial and looked at Kingsley with distrust.

"We will take your opinion in mind when we prepare to vote," the Chief Warlock said.

"And disregard your warnings," one of Kingsley's aides muttered underneath her breath.

Kingsley shot the aide a warning.

"Fifteen percent of the latest Hogwarts graduating class has departed the country, not counting those who had been driven out of the country by the previous regime at this Ministry," Kingsley said. "Out of what we've confirmed, at the very least."

"We understand this, which is why we've taken steps to freeze any travel outside of the country," the Chief Warlock said.

Kingsley figured they made up their minds. The Ministry lost control when Voldemort had his followers infiltrate it. They double downed in an attempt to regain control. All they did was losing control or perhaps open up the door for the next Dark Lord.

Another campaign along the lines of Voldemort's would devastate the Ministry. The Auror Department contained their lowest number of recruits and retention rates since it had been established. Sweeping education reforms would be needed to get the next generation up to standards, and Kingsley figured it would be a good seven to ten years by his most generous estimations.

These old crowd members wished to rock the boat and invoke marriage law. Kingsley could not even begin to describe the levels of madness they descended to. The very thought caused shudders to move down his spine.

"You do what you feel you have to do," Kingsley said. "I have issued a motion to delay the law."

"Yes, and today as you know, we meet to overturn it," the Chief Warlock said. "We should work together. It's for the good of all magical users in this country. The children of today deserve a future."

Kingsley doubted the future would be safe and secure for the next generation of magic users. He hoped he would be mistaken. The Minister of Magic doubted it very much.

"All I can do is register my disapproval and accept how this final vote goes," Kingsley said.

He ran out of motions, he ran out of appeals, and he ran out of hope. All Kingsley retained was the ability to try and plead with these men to see sense, how Marriage Law would devastate their country.

"All who are in favor of this law, please let it be known."

Kingsley watched the raised wands. Each wand raised brought the vote closer towards a formality. They did not listen to him. Kingsley deflated a few seconds later.

"And all who are opposed to the law, please let it be known."

Kingsley's eyes followed the individuals who raised their hands one by one. The Minister of Magic made a mental count and the majority passed a law.

"So, it's been passed," Kingsley said. The Minister lowered his head. "Marriage Law has been passed."

'May there be mercy on us and hope this world does not get burned to the ground.'

Kingsley was not a spiritual man. He said his prayers and hoped to survive the fallout. The Minister had his hands tied. The Wizengamot exercised their right to make a power play at the worst possible time.

"One matter to discuss," the Chief Warlock said. "Harry Potter, he was supposed to attend this meeting today. We summoned him to the court."

"Marriage Law would have gone more smoothly if Harry Potter had complied with it," another member of the court said. "Yet, he refuses to even acknowledge the Ministry and their authority."

Some at the Ministry believed Harry Potter would be nothing without them. Kingsley saw those thoughts dancing in their eyes.

"You met with Harry Potter last month," the Chief Warlock said. He looked over the top of his glasses and peered at the Minister of Magic. "What was the result of your encounter?"

Kingsley took a moment to stare back at the Chief Warlock. The eyes of the representatives of the court followed the two men.

"I met with him," Kingsley said. "And I told him it would go smoothly if we had his blessing, his public blessing of Marriage Law."

"And what did he say?"

"You know full well what he said," Kingsley said. "And why I refuse to repeat it in a public setting. And you know he'll never have gone for it."

"Your duty as Minister of Magic was to insist Harry Potter comply with the wishes of the Ministry of Magic," one of the court member said.

Kingsley looked at the Ministry representatives with a burning glare. A couple of them backed off from their words from the Minister.

"I don't wish to repeat the mistakes of past Ministers," Kingsley said. "Expel me from the Ministry if you want me gone. Just know I won't be a part of your attempts to use Harry Potter as a mascot for this law."

"Potter is a part of this puzzle," the Chief Warlock said. "I demand to know where he is. Where has he been? You've been in contact with him."

"He didn't exactly leave a return address," Shacklebolt said. "He must have left already."

Shacklebolt's idle theory did not go over too well with the members of the court. Some of the looked fairly incensed with what he was saying.

"Left, what do you mean he left?" one of the members of the court demanded.

"How could he have left?"

Kingsley gave a nondescript shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. The Minister had no idea where Harry had left to.

"He's Harry Potter," Kingsley said. "He doesn't conform to what we expect."

"Send out the order to bring him to the Ministry, arrest him for contempt of court," the Chief Warlock said.

"We can't do that," Kingsley said.

"It's the law, even Harry Potter isn't above the Ministry of Magic," the Chief Warlock said.

"We simply don't have the manpower," Kingsley said. "The Auror Department is depleted. Unless you want to contract out the search to outside Ministries, and pay a premium, there's very little we could do."

Kingsley clicked his tongue.

"Unfortunately, I can't conjure able Aurors from thin air. The declining standards of Hogwarts have left us very short handed."

The Wizengamot had no idea standards fallen this hard. Aurors died or retired. Over the last few years, less abled bodied recruits came in to replace them.

"When can we get the Auror department back to standards?"

"A decade, if we start today," Kingsley said.

"It can't be that bad," the Chief Warlock said.

"It's worse," Kingsley said. He really looked at the records of the Ministry, the recruits for all of the departments, and the results had been rather shocking. He had no idea how standards fell so far and so fast until Kingsley really delved into the past twenty five years of records.

Hogwarts needed reform which opened up an entirely brand new can of worms. They could barely keep the Ministry running day to day. The magical economy was one catastrophe away from collapsing in on itself.

"It's a sad day when a once great civilization stands upon Death's door. Unfortunately though, even the mightiest of all must meet Death's embrace."

The Chief Warlock turned around and noticed an enchanting raven haired women sitting. Her skin shined bright, pale as could be. She dressed in black robes, with a necklace containing the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

"What are you doing here?" the Chief Warlock asked.

"Chief Warlock?" Kingsley asked. He raised an eyebrow. "Who are you talking too?"

Some of the members of the court looked baffled, even though more than a few stared from what from Kingsley's perspective was an empty chair.

"I come before the end," she said. "If you see me, you're close to the end."

"There's a woman here, a pale woman, she's has robes, she has dark hair, and only some of us can see her," the Chief Warlock said. "You must think I'm mad, do you?"

Kingsley frowned. He thought this gentleman to be mad for other reasons, than seeing a mysterious woman who only a small fraction of the court could see.

"If you're real, show yourself."

The woman started to converse with something.

"Shall we make an exception?" the woman asked. "As you wish."

The woman flashed into full prominence. White light pulsed from her body and surrounded this particular woman with an eerie glow.

"Some of you saw me before I revealed myself," she said. "I'm sorry, but it's the end. And your world is reaching an end. I come on behalf of my master to tell you there's nothing to prop you up. The end is here."

"Magic….magic will always be around!" one of them shouted.

"Yes, it will," she agreed. "However, your society is only a small group of magic users around the world, not to mention worlds you've chosen to be ignorant of. It's not up for me to judge you for your misuse of magic. That will come soon enough."

"Who will judge us?"

The enchanted raven-haired lady smiled a bright smile.

"You can't judge how magic is to be used when magic is a gift from nature," she said. "And I shall not even begin to discuss your deplorable treatment of magical creatures."

"Who sent you?" the Chief Warlock demanded.

The man's face turned purple and he looked on the verge of collapsing.

"We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other soon enough," she said. "My master sent me, but other than his directive, I come and go as I please. And I want to tell you one final thing."

She decided to be quick about it. The strain of her being present would not be healthy on her master for long, despite his growing abilities.

"Harry Potter exists in this world no longer."

Chaos followed as the woman vanished without a trace. Everyone went up in arms.

"This dark witch must have killed Harry Potter!"

Kingsley tried to get order in any way he could. More disorder followed when the Chief Warlock's eyes shut and he collapsed to the ground, going as stiff as a board.

"Someone get a healer!"

"Here's your ticket, Mr. Potter. Enjoy your flight."

Harry experienced bittersweet emotions when he stepped onto the plane. Did he have doubts when he stepped onto the flight? Not really, given his hand had been forced. The marriage law had been the final straw on years of frustration from him.

A lot of people departed, some even before Voldemort took control of the Ministry. No use going over the past.

'And no one recognizes me.'

Harry figured they would not. No magic users past first-generation would be caught dead on a plane and even very few of them would have thought of mundane transportation. The power of magic made it seem like the be all and end all.

It had a lot of potential, Harry would give it that.

Much like a relative who had been on life support, there came a time to pull the plug. Harry departed. He did not know where about the world he was heading to.

All he knew was it had to be better to the world he left.

'Why have I been hit with the strangest sense of Deja-Vu?'

To Be Continued on July 21st, 2016.

And we have a new story. It's Harry/Multiple Girls, because that's what I enjoy writing. It features girls from DC, Marvel, Buffy, and Lost Girl. And there might be something else I'm forgetting, although no one else has popped up in the chapters I've written so far as of these notes (all thirty-seven of them as of this writing). Oh, and there's Lara Croft as well.

All the girls have been determined; all of the chapters have been outlined, over half of them have been written as I post this chapter.

Classification on Dot Net can be a bit of a pain. I think I'm going with Harry Potter/DC Comics even though that's not completely accurate.

Harry Potter canon has happened in very broad strokes in this universe. Generally speaking, Harry had a series of adventures over seven years, ending with his defeat against Voldemort.

Harry and the goblins are not going to be friends, even if he bothers to learn all of their names. But, he does have a present for them, a worthless (to him) dagger which is worth a lot to the goblins for historical value. He gives them the dagger, which allows him to take all of his gold out of the vaults.

Marriage law goes about as far as it should with someone like Harry and all he's been through. Even though, it would not be hard to find a witch for a sham marriage, as Harry said.

Poor Kingsley; it sucks being about the only person in the room with a somewhat level head. This entire Marriage Law was a Hail Mary by the Magical World of Magic, and well it's not going to end well for them.

I left the door open, potentially, for cameos from other Harry Potter characters, but I wouldn't hold your breath.

This entire chapter was very interesting in development, because I went back and forth a couple of times about doing it. I thought about just throwing Harry out in the wild in Sunnydale, without any context, but decided to give some context through this chapter. This is a prologue, except not marked as such, but it technically is.

Goodbye, nameless Chief Warlock, we barely knew you. And we likely wouldn't have liked you anyway.

Yes, that was a callback to the first Harry Potter book, for those of you who couldn't figure that out.

See you on Thursday