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He arrives without much fanfare, only the sudden silence of
the forest announcing his arrival. For a moment, no creature dares to make a
sound.

And then the green-eyed man sighs, looking around the
ancient trees with fondness and not even doing a double take at the crossbows
and creatures with multiple eyes and pincers staring at him.

He bows in their direction and left without stirring a
thing.

After a moment, sound resumes again, all the more louder as
though making up for their silence.

“Mars is bright,” the centaur says, not nonchalant but very
much unnerved. “We must make more arrows.”

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He is registered as Harrison Peters within two days.

The Ministry of Magic is full of the corrupt and the easily
bribed and five hundred galleons fabricate a story easily. His mother had been
a muggle, his father a two-timing bastard with a penchant for leaving a string
of women pregnant – except he had managed to track his uncle down and get a
stipend of money.

He buys a house in central London, an establishment on Diagon
Alley and another house in Hogsmeade, staffing it with three house elves per
house and tasking them to digging under the house a large basement that could
comfortably house three hundred people. It would house even more, since
Undetectable Expansion Charms were something.

He starts appearing in the ministry, a quiet, distinguished
gentleman. He is almost too old or too young to gain much attention, but if
someone were to point out Mr. Peters, they would remember his green eyes.

They would not remember the advice he gives the Minister
about new laws pushing for werewolf jobs – his voice is too quiet and generic
for that. They would not remember the little compulsion he spells the Minister
– the Elder wand is too great for that. They would not remember the subclause
he manages to make the Minister write in the Wizangamot laws, that no one under
the age of seventeen may be tried with a full court less the person doing so
will lose their magic entirely.

Harrison Peters, who had once been Harry Potter, does this
over the course of three months.

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Harrison takes one day to gather information, one day to
learn his target, another two hours to plot a course of action. On the third
day, he successfully conned the Nott Family Head to sign over four orphanages
to him.

It is completely not in his plans, but needs must.

He buys eight other house-elves and bonds them. He sends
them to whoever needs it most. An orphanage with a leaky roof and almost no
insulation gets two house elves. The orphanage with a flooded basement and
almost rotted food stores gets three. The one he had visited gets one and last
one orphanage that just straight up pissed him off – because the matron had
reported the need for blankets – gets
two.

Harrison takes a breather after that just to calm down his
nerves. The very state of the magical children had given him flashbacks to his
own childhood and it had not been pretty.

His magic is volatile and did not like anything that made
him feel that angry. It had whipped his house-elves into agitation. He had
never seen so many pastries in his life. (His house-elves stress baked! It made
him laugh.)

“Fern,” he says to his personal house-elf. “Report to me the
state of the children every month, alright? All their needs must be met. They
must be in comfort, not just fine.”

The head house-elf nods seriously.

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With the orphanage business out of the way, he focuses back
on his farms.

Profit is cut back given that he is now supplying the
orphanages with food. He is still earning, but not as much.

“We’ll need more land,” he announces to his elves.

They look gleeful at the prospect of more work and he shakes
his head ruefully.

“Maybe we can add animals to this operation, though we can’t
actually use magic to make them reproduce faster,” he muses. “Unless you guys
have a way to make the cows, sheep and goats give birth to twins and triplets?”

The elves exchange looks and they start shifting on their
feet.

“Well?”

The more outspoken elf says, “We can do it, but the mother
dies faster.”

Of course it would be detrimental to the health of the
mother. But he is a wizard and there is a potion for that. Still, he would have
to give the mother six months of peacefully grazing and nursing the baby.

“Alright,” he nods. “I can do that. But…it seems I’ll have
to hire a potions master for this. Or just buy the Rejuvenation Potion in
bulk.”

Harrison does not just buy another farm; he buys the entire
stretch of mountain and fifty hectares of the land by the shadow of its feet.

Half of the land is for grazing and the other half is for
farming. His elves are ecstatic for more work but are wise enough to admit that
more elf-power might be needed.

He hires ten more elves, bond with them, and leaves them at
the mercy of Fern who receives them with all the dignity of a seasoned general
with new troops.

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