Blue Bloods/Harry Potter

A/N: Starts on the first episode of Blue Bloods, and 9 years after the Deathly Hallows, completely ignoring the epilogue completely.

I killed a guy before he killed me. I don't want a damn medal. - Eddie

Chapter 1: New York, New York

In the corner of Greenwich and Perry stood an old two story building. The north and east walls were more glass than wall, letting any passerby see the café inside it. While the café was just a small establishment the amount of people coming in and out would indicate a much larger clientele than the building would imply. Another thing that made it stand out was the fact that there was only one employee, a man in his mid-twenties with a full head of messy black hair and a pair of thin black frames perched on his nose. He was constantly flitting around behind the counter and into the backroom, serving his customers at a brisk pace. Anyone you asked would have nothing but good things to say about that cafe and it's diligent worker.

"Hey Harry, where's that accent from?" asked the old man eating at the table near the counter.

The worker, Harry, glanced over to the man, while he was placing several orders into a large brown paper bag with the cafe's name on it, Lumos.

"Bit of Scotland, spent a couple years in Ireland too; but mostly Surrey, England. That answer your question Mike?" He answered laughing, making his accent more prominent.

"Little bit, where's Surrey?"

Harry laughed and shook his head at Mike.

He gave the large order to the pretty blonde on the other side of the counter.

"You look like you're in a hurry Abigail, I'll put it on your tab."

Abigail gave Harry a large relieved smile and took the bag.

"Thanks Harry, you're my hero." She said as she sped out of the cafe into a black SUV.

Moving on to the next customers order, His day was filled with orders and playful banter with the regulars. Abigail's day though, wasn't as peaceful.

Abigail Baker was on her way to One Police Plaza, where she has been working for almost a year. She made sure to get lunch from Lumos, because she knew her boss would be irritable today of all days. Yesterday had been the graduation ceremony of the New York Police Academy, and among the graduating class was her boss' youngest. Normally that would mean celebration and such but Abigail knew that her boss was still wary of the career his youngest had chosen. Sure he would never admit to anything but happiness and pride, but she knew he was also feeling something a lot darker about the topic. Add to that that his second son was in trouble for his unorthodox interrogation methods, She knew he needed the comfort only truly good food could bring.

As it turned out, her boss really needed the lunch to cool down from the several meetings he had had that morning alone. Lumos served a wide variety of food aside from pastries, including scones, mincemeat pies, Yorkshire pudding, scotch eggs, pot roast and so much more. Aside from being absolutely delicious, Abigail knew the food reminded her boss of his roots, and had even heard him say it was reminiscent of his own Irish grandmother's cooking.

"Baker, move all my afternoon appointments."

"Yes Commissioner."

Harry started closing shop. He started placing what food was unsold into individual sized Tupperware, stacking them into a large canvas bag. After he finished inventory, and cleaned the place up he put on a worn brown leather jacket, slung a black backpack over his shoulder and took the large canvas bag with him as he locked the place up. His apartment was a few blocks from the cafe, and although it took him a while, he preferred to walk. As he walks home he hands out the Tupperware he prepared to the homeless he would pass in exchange for an empty Tupperware and a grateful smile.

"Thanks Harry, the pie yesterday was phenomenal" a young man with dirty light brown hair said as he accepted the food.

"No problem, today's fish and chips." Harry replied.

"You're my hero, hahaha."

Harry smiled at the man as he placed the Tupperware from the day before in the canvas bag that at that point was more empty containers than food.

"You take care, alright?"

"Yeah, you too Ben."

When he got to his apartment, he placed the canvas bag on the kitchen counter, absently waving his hand over them. The containers were suddenly floating one by one from the bag to the sink and started washing themselves. He toed off his shoes, and crashed onto his couch with a happy groan. He stared at the cherry wood floor boards, mind wandering.

It has been nine years since he had died.

Well... He didn't really die. Or rather he didn't stay dead. When he was given that second chance he couldn't help feeling different, more alive than he had ever felt before. He grew up knowing, to some degree, that he wouldn't live for long. First with the belief that the Dursleys would accidentally kill him before he could reach legal maturity and escape. Then after that there was the war he was dead center in which gave him very little hope for survival. He never had dreams, he never imagined what the future would be like, being so busy in the present trying to survive.

After the dust cleared and everything settled in Britain, he gave a few speeches and made a quick escape, with nothing but a backpack and a promise to keep in touch with his friends. He spent three years in Ireland, working as a cook for a local muggle pub in Kinsale near Cork. When a wizard walked into the pub Harry disappeared the next day. He spent ten months in Spain, living with an old padre who he helped with the upkeep of his church in exchange for a place to stay. He learned a lot from the priest who fancied himself quite the chef. When one of the parishioners saw him use magic he had been chased out, with only a regretful and hasty goodbye from the understanding padre. After that debacle he was a little wary of the church, and decided to stay in Turkey where he got work as a cook in a family restaurant, who practically adopted him in the short five months he stayed there.

He then spent a year in France, where he befriended and learned from a wine maker named Moueix who then introduced him to a German cheese maker who put him up for half a year. He would have stayed longer if not for the witch who recognized him and exposed his whereabouts to the press.

He figured he would never be able to truly settle down if there was always a chance of being discovered, so he left Europe altogether. America, unlike European countries, didn't have separate governments for the magical and muggle. Due to the combined government, the magical world is able to blend in better, even keeping up with the muggle's advancement and combining it with magic. Magical travel was also very closely monitored, which was perfect for what he wanted. He applied for citizenship, which the government was only too happy to grant. The President was very understanding of his plight, granted him political asylum in America. This meant that any and all European dignitaries and press that entered America would be monitored and unable to even think about approaching him. It was a dream come true.

He bought a flat in New York, working in a different restaurant every two months until he felt confident enough to buy a building along Greenwich Avenue. Lumos is the dream he never got the chance to have. Every bone tiring day was amazing, he had never been so happy in his life. There was something missing though, if he had to describe it he would call it a deep sense of loneliness behind his heart. Like even if every interaction with another being fills his heart it will never be full. It's as if there is a tiny hole on the upper part of his heart, keeping it from ever being full.

He's tried fixing it, but dating hasn't been working out for him so far. Women, men, he just wasn't feeling it. Maybe he was asexual he thought absently.

Nah, he was attracted well enough, it's not the physical part that didn't work out. The war ruined him for normal relationships. Then again, Harry knew even before the war he was already the way he was. His heroic tendencies had been curbed for now, helping made him happy, but he was always going to be unable to connect with others emotionally.

Almost two years of running Lumos and not a single second date that whole time. He was destined to be alone for the rest of his life. Maybe he was being a little dramatic but after almost nine years of first dates and one night stands he felt justified in his drama. Harry found himself falling asleep to that thought, sleepily accio-ing a pillow from his bedroom.