The White Hart

Author: Dreamwind

Fandom: Harry Potter, Kingsman: Movie Verse, RED 2010 Movie

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Crossover, Crossover Pairing, Tailors

Author's Note: The Harry Potter timeline has been fudged with a bit to allow for Harry to be old enough to have trained Lee Unwin.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Brothers. Kingman is owned by Mark Millar, Dave Gibbons, 20th Century Fox, and Icon Comics. This is a work of fiction not authorized, or in conjunction with, the official books and movies. I make no money from this work of fiction.

Summary: Harry Hart has always been the most dangerous man alive and one of the most posh, at least in the minds of anyone who has ever met him. Harry Potter on the other hand was always the White Knight, though shorter and more adorable than expected, to the minds of everyone who had ever laid eyes on him. Two such different men, or are they?

Prologue

Harry wasn't sure the thought became an actual thought, but at some point the feeling of claustrophobia inspired by all the crazed fangirls and reporters hounding him every waking moment since he returned to Hogwarts after it reopened for the first school year since Voldemort's defeat, got to be too much. They never left him alone. He would get rid of one pack of fangirls, only to find a reporter hiding just around the corner, or behind a suit of armor, and even once in his wardrobe! He was exhausted all the time. He couldn't sleep for fear that he'd close his eyes only for them to swarm him like locusts in his brief respite. So had to take drastic measures.

Which brought him here today.

Harry glanced at the guard by the door, who was watching him with fierce little eyes. Swallowing his apprehension, Harry squared his shoulders, straightened his spine, and walked into the bank. He may have broken in, released their Ironbelly, and he may have gotten away with stealing from one of the vaults. But he was still a paying customer of Gringotts. He had faced death with open arms, and killed Voldemort besides. A few pissy goblins were not going to keep him from finding some peace in life.

"Mr. Potter," came the deep, rumbling voice of the teller at the end of the lobby. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

Harry moved towards the teller with slow, even steps, never faltering even as the guards by the door moved to follow him, one on either side. He did not even look back as the sounds of two new guards moving to take post by the door, echoed on the marble floors. The other patrons of the bank glanced nervously between Harry and the goblins. The story of his burglary and subsequent destruction of the bank during the war had been news fodder for months already.

Harry came to a stop in front of the teller's post. "I have a proposition I would like to speak with a manager about."

The goblin eyed him down the length of its long nose, beady eyes weighing the threat Harry represented versus the possible profit of whatever venture he was wanting to propose. Finally deciding the profit outweighed the risk, the goblin made a note in its books, then told the guards to escort Harry to Manager Steeltooth.

Harry remained calm as the guards repositioned themselves so one walked in front of Harry, and the other behind. After years of people, Death Eaters, trying to kill him Harry did not like having people he did not trust stand behind him. Especially when armed. But, Harry reminded himself, he would have to suck it up if he wanted to go through with his plan.

The guards led him to a hidden door in the wall between the tellers and the back corner of the room, with nary a sound the heavy stone door opened as the guard in the led placed his right hand on the wall over a small runic engraving. The hallway beyond the door was made of smooth stone that went waist high. The stone stuck out about half a foot from the upper portion of the wall and had a channel cut into it filled with a pleasantly scented oil that burst into flames the moment they stepped through the door. The top part of the wall appeared to be plaster painted with scenes from the goblin wars, some of which were certainly not child appropriate. Harry didn't have to wonder that these were meant as another warning to any witches or wizards who might walk this hall. It was as plain as the plaque on the outside of the building. Perhaps even more so.

They took a right halfway down the hall into another corridor that was nearly identical to the first, then a left and two more right turns, all in identical corridors. 'Obviously,' Harry thought, 'they want to ensure no thieves can find their way out from here.'

The door they finally stopped in front of was made of heavy dark wood, nearly an foot thick, and braced into the wall with heavy iron tabs. The door was anything but plain, though. It was intricately carved with ruins and celtic knots and icons, and as he looked closer he realized the knots on the center of the door split out the name Steeltooth.

As he was about to make a comment on the craftsmanship, the door opened. Harry snapped his mouth shut and strode into the room.

It was a large square room with rich redwood panelling along the lower portion of the walls, with soft yellow plaster above it, and more thick redwood beams along the ceiling. The floor, the same marble as the hallway, was covered by a plush Persian carpet. One wall was lined in bookshelves filled with neat leather bound books, and delicate scrolls set in diamond shaped cubbies. The wall opposite had an ancient looking woven tapestry hanging from a golden rod. Harry wanted nothing more than to take a closer look at it, but he pushed the impulse away and moved towards the desk on the wall opposite the door.

The desk was large and ornate, with obvious hand carved accents and a marble top to match the floor. The goblin sitting behind it was of an undeterminable age, as most goblins were to human eyes. He was short, perhaps only half a foot taller than Professor Flitwick, with black and gray hair slicked back in a fashion similar to Draco's during first year. His navy pinstriped suit though, that caught Harry's eye. It was obviously of a Muggle style, and looked hand sewn. Bespoke, he thought it was called when they were customer tailored. His Aunt had certainly cooed over his Uncle the one time they could afford to get him such a suite. (Not that the man could wear it more than once, since he never could stop eating.)

"Where did you get your suite," Harry asked with a little bit of awe in his voice.

The goblin, Steeltooth, grinned, showing off rows of sharp looking pearly-white teeth. "From a little shop I know on Saville Row."

Harry whistled. "That must have cost quite a few galleons."

"Indeed." The goblins lips twitched up momentarily, before he seemed to catch himself, and returned to the stern expression all goblins seemed to have when dealing with wizards. "You told my tellers that you had a proposition for us, Mr. Potter. I would like to hear it. So please sit down."

Harry gave the goblin a crooked grin as he moved to seat himself in the chair opposite Steeltooth. "I want to leave the Wizarding World and I believe that your people might be the best avenue to do so."

Steeltooth leaned back in his chair. "Do tell."

"I need a new identity for while in the Muggle World, but I would like to retain access to my Gringotts account and to my real name. I am tired of all the fuss here and I would like a chance to finished my Muggle education and attend a University."

"Surely you could achieve this on your own, Mr. Potter."

"I'm sure I could. But it would be harder and more time consuming for me to do as I'd have to find the right contact to get all the needed documents." Harry leaned forward in his seat. "I am assuming you have done this before for Muggleborns, halfbloods, and squibs. I was also hoping you might be willing to go over my accounts with me to create a stock portfolio under my new identity as well, so I have some funds available there as well."

"Hmmm," murmured the goblin. "I am sure we could take such actions on your behalf. For a nominal fee, of course."

"Of course." Harry fought not to roll his eyes. So far things were going better than he'd hoped for. "What would you charge as a fee for such a service?"

"One hundred galleons for the new identity, 5 galleons for a drivers ID should you want one, 5 galleons each for a credit and debit card that will work for you under your new identity for your current Gringotts vaults, and 10 galleons monthly for monitoring your Muggle stocks."

"I think we can skip the driver's ID for now. Though I may come back in the future for assistance there, but I think I should do fine with cabs and the underground." Harry paused again before continuing on. "Would you be able to get me proof of having completed the required Muggle schooling so that I could skip onto university?"

"We can, but I would recommend against it. You would be better served to pay for a time turner and one of our in-house tutors to get the actual schooling you missed completed. That way you can have the actual knowledge so that once you have gained admittance to a university you will be able to pass your courses."

Harry sighed and slumped ever-so-slightly in his seat. "You are right. That would be wiser. What kind of cost am I looking at for that plan?"

"Fifty galleons a day for both the teacher and the time turner."

Harry nodded and gazed back at the goblin. "And the price for your, and your employees, silence about my new identity?"

Steeltooth burst out laughing, his black eyes glittering like flames caught in obsidian. He had not expected the boy to catch on so quickly, most wizards never even realized they could pay for silence on delicate matters. "Another 100 galleons and you will not have to worry about any slips of the tongues or quills."

Relaxing, Harry smiled a small but sincere smile. "You have a deal then, 110 galleon for the new identity and the matching credit and debit cards, 10 galleons monthly for stocks, 50 galleons a day to complete my A levels including the rental of the time turner, and another 100 galleons for your, and your employees, silence."

"Very good. We'll write up the agreement for you," Steeltooth stated as he pulled out a clean sheet of parchment from a desk drawer, and dipped his raven's quill into the indigo ink in the crystal decanter on the desk. "We will withdraw the 210 galleons today and the monthly galleons will be removed at the end of each month. The 50 galleons for the teaching and time turner we will withdraw at the end of each lesson. Is that agreeable?"

"It is," Harry replied.

"Good." Steel tooth wrote with a swift, deft hand. Filling the parchment with all the information in regards to payments and agreed services, leaving only a few blank space. "Have you decided on a name for yourself, Mr. Potter?"

"I have." Harry took a deep breath. He had thought long and hard over the perfect name. One that was still him, but was at the same time different enough that the wizarding world wouldn't take a second look. "I have decided on Harold Alistair Hart."

"How very British of you," Steeltooth replied amusedly as he added the new name into the contract. "Sign here and the agreement shall be binding."

Harry took the second quill, a blood quill he noticed absently, android over the contract. Finding it agreeable to his terms, he took a calming breath and signed his name at the bottom.

Steeltooth snatched away the contract, snapping his fingers so that it rolled up, sealed itself in a red ribbon, and then vanished. As quickly as the contract had vanished, Steeltooth shoved a new parchment towards him. "This one is all the documentation for your new self. Sign at the bottom and we will have all the needed documents, records, and IDs mailed to you by the end of the work day four days hence."

Again the document vanish with a flourish after Harry had signed.

"Where do those go," he inquired.

"To the secure documents vault. You need not worry that any wizard shall ever find them."

"Good. Good." Harry rubbed his palms over his knees. "Is that it then?"

"For now, Mr. Potter. I shall ask that you return tomorrow at three to take a test with one of our on-staff tutors so that we may gage the amount of schooling you will need to complete your Muggle education. I expect we will have to compete stages 3 and 4 of your secondary education before we can start on the A levels. That is what most Muggleborns end up needing to complete in order to re-enter the Muggle higher education system, or workforce."

Harry winced. from the sound of it, he would be working for months, possibly a year, to get that all done. Maybe even longer.