Disclaimer: I own nothing. This story is inspired partialy by Blood Brandy's HP Vegas wedding challenge, jgkitarel's Mystic knight online, and 's Magic Online. Hope you like it.

Chapter 1: What the hell did I do?

The suns rays streamed through the sage colored cutains, and fell on the face of a young man who looked to be around sixteen. His disheveled messy black hair stood out in stark contrast to his pale skin. Empty liquor bottles littered the floor and track of fallen tears marred his sleeping face. A jagged scar that looked to be only just now healing sat apon his brow. A low maon escaped as his brows furrowed, indicating the first sign of wakefulness. He rolled over to escape the blinding rays that seeked to assualt his eyelids, but fell of the edge of the bed. A soft tingling bell like laugh rang out through the rather spacious room. The man bolted upright and looked around for the sound of the laughter while reaching for something in his pocket only to realize to late that he was naked. Blushing he dove for the sheets to cover himself.

"Oh master you are just to funny." a small melodical voice intoned.

"Whose there?" The boy asked in confusion searching the room with his eyes as he kept his back to the wall and the sheet wraped around him firmly gripped in his off hand.

"Why master, don't you remember me?" the voice queried with hidden amusement.

"I don't know what you're talking about the last thing I remember is sitting down at the bar friday night trying to drown myself in alcohol." He responded.

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news master but today is Sunday." the voice replied clearly not sorry at all.

"Uhg... I am never dinking again. My head is killing me." He said to himself.

"There is a Hangover potion on the counter in the bathroom master." the melodic voice replied.

"Uh... thanks? Who and where are you anyway?" He asked. A bright blue light flashed three times from the top of the dresser. The young man approached it warily. A black watch band was connected to what seemed to be a small computer. A soft blue light was projected from the top of the object, it coalesced into the shape of a three inch tall nude female figure with wild hair and perky breasts.

"You found me, tee hee" the small figure shook with laughter.

"What are you?" the young man asked. "And can you please put on some clothes?" his face turning red as he blushed and looked away. The small figure frowned before the light blinked and she was dressed in a sleeveless vest over a button up shirt with a tie, a plain skirt, knee high socks, and heeled dress shoes.

"You can look now master." She said rolling her eyes. "As for what I am. I am your Personal Interactive Technomagical Assistant or P.I.T.A. for short but you named me Mia (pronounced My-ah) saying that I didn't look like a type of bread."

"Gah... nevermind I'm going to down that potion and take a shower we can talk after my head stops pounding." The young man replied with his brow furrowed in pain before he headed to the bathroom.

=====Time Skip=====

"That feels so much better." The young man sighed in pleasure as the towel dryed his hair while walking out of the bathroom. He was now dressed in a button up black long sleeve shirt tucked into a pair of loose fiting black slacks held up by a glossy black belt. His feet still bare he walked over to the dresser to get "Mia's Watch" and a pair of socks.

"I'm glad you are feeling better master." Mia said as her watch was placed down on the bed next to the young man.

"Please don't call me that. I don't want a servent or a slave I'd rather have a friend." He replied. "Let's start over. Hi there I'm Haddrian James Potter, but everyone calls me Harry."

"I am your Personal Interactive Technomagical Assistant named Emilia after a character in William Shakespear's The Winter's Tale who was one of Hermione's Ladies in waiting. However in your Inebriated state you could only slur Mia."

"Hermione..." Harry whispered as tears filled his eyes greif and rage warred in him. "Damn it why did she have to die? Why wasn't I fast enough to save her, or smart enough not to fall for Voldmorts trap? It's my fault. I was an idiot and now two of my friends, and my godfather..." He stopped sobbing.

"Harry?" Mia asked. "Do you want to talk about it? It might make you feel better."

"What do you know about Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"His name in french means Flight from Death. He waged a war for years back in the 70s killing lots of witches and wizards. He killed your parents and tried to kill you but could not. He was somehow responsible for the catastrophy that was the triwizard tournament. According to muggle witnesses, who saw the battle in the graveyard only to be obliviated: 'a rat faced man shot a green light at the taller boy who then just fell down like a puppet without strings.' And if the Daily Prophet is to be believed, he was spotted inside the Ministry of Magic before dissappearing again at the end of June this year." Mia replied.

"Uh... yeah thats quite a bit actually." Harry spoke a bit gobsmacked. Shaking his head to clear away his thoughts he began to speak. "I had a mental connection with him up until about a week ago. He had been sending me dreams all year trying to get me to go to the Hall of Prophecy in the Ministry. I finally caved when he sent me a dream of him tourturing my godfather Siri..." Harry stopped and sobbed again.

"Are you alright?" Mia asked sitting on her knee and reaching out as if to try to comfort him.

Wiping away his tears Harry slowly nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. It just hurts you know? It's my fault they are all dead. I went to save Sirius and they followed me right into a trap. Ron killed himself after summoning a brain that had wierd tentacles that wrapped around his throat and forced so much knowledge into his head he died before I could save him. Hermione was killed by an over powered dark cutting spell from a death eater named Dolohov I watched her face as her torso slid apart from right hip to left shoulder." Tears fell from his eyes as he recounted his story, a look of absolute horror etched itself onto Mia's holographic face. "Ginny twisted her ankle dodging a spell and fell down a flight of stairs breaking her neck. Neville broke his wand, his nose and lost his hand fighting to protect Hermione's and Ginny's corpses. Luna, poor sweet Luna, lost her mind at the sight of two of her only friends dieing in front of her, she lost control of her magic and..." Sobs wracked Harry's body as he cried for the loss of those precious to him. "Her body exploded taking at least three death eaters with her, and knocking Neville into a wall, I never found out if he was dead or just unconcious. I chased my god fathers murderer attacking her in blind fury with every possible spell I could think of, only to end up facing Voldemort and being saved by my owl Hedwig who took a killing curse ment for me before Dumbledore and the rest of the Ministry showed up. I slipped out of the Ministry and into Gringotts while everyone was busy with the mess."

"What happened next?" Mia asked saddly.

"They ran a blood test to confirm my Identity. Where is my bag?" Harry looked around the room and saw his bag poking out from under the bedside table. Grabbing his bag he shoved his arm up to the elbow into it rummaging around until he finally pulled out a peice of parchment. He unrolled it carefully and started to read off its contents.

"Subject: Haddrian James Potter

Species: Human Wizard

Father: James Fleamont Potter

Mother: Lily Anne Potter nee Evans

Godfather: Sirius Orian Black

Godmother: Alice Maria Longbottom nee Rowle

Boons:

Natural Occlumens (99% Blocked)

Wind Elemental Magic (100% Blocked)

Animagus Form: Unknown (Blocked 100%)

Technomancy (Blocked twice 100%)

Curses:

Soul Leech (Tom Marvolo Riddle)

Multiple Magic Bindings (12.5% of Core usable)

Multiple Cumpulsion Charms

Inheritance:

Potter Lordship

Griffyndor Lordship

Peveral Lordship

Contracts:

Marriage Contract between Harry Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley Signed by Molly Anne Weasley nee Prewitt and Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (Invalid)"

Harry then proceeded to role the parchment back up and place it back ing the bag before sitting back down on the bed. "After that it was a whirlwind of angry shouting Goblins that took offence that I had a Soul Leech that no one had bothered to remove, and that my magic was bound so tightly. They were of the oppinion that "The Longbearded Deciever", their name for Dumbledore, wanted me as nothing more then a weapon otherwise why bind my Technomancy, an only recently discovered branch of magic, so tightly. My Parents Wills, and Sirius' Will, were read and expidited. Hell the reason I am here in this shabby motel on the outskirts of Las Vegas is because of Sirius' Will."

"Master... Harry?" Mia chortled softly climbing to her feet and dusting off her skirt.

"Yes Mia?" Harry replied.

"I hate to correct you yet again but you are in The Owners Suite of the Luxor." Mia smiled then broke out into tittering giggles at the look on Harry's face.

"What the Hell happened yesterday?" Harry asked.

"Well a quick summation of events after you obtained me from the wizarding mall named 'Handbasket' around eleven a.m.: You activated me, named me, proceeded to drink alcohol you somehow had hidden in your boot, went to the Bellagio, won the jackpot on three diffrent slot machines, won a high stakes poker tournament, got invited to an Owners game, won ownership of The Bellagio, Two Jachts, a private Jet, and a retired F-16, then proceeded to do the same thing at four othe casinos including Tresure Island, Circus Circus, and The Luxor. You are now one of the richest men on the planet."

"Great, Potter Luck strikes again." Harry mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Mia asked.

"Potter luck is basically The universe kicks you in the balls as hard as it possibly can then proceeds to cover the wound with sugar to try to make it better." Harry snarked. Looking around the room he spotted his wand in an empty vase next to the television. After 'Accio'ing all of his belongings and putting on his nice new boots, and strapping Mia's P.I.T.A.C. to his left arm, Harry pulled a large rectangular blue crystal with a silver base.

"This was in the Black Family vault. It's set to take the holder and every person within a 10 foot radius to a place called 'The Black Iron Palace'. No one has ever tried to use it because according to the Goblins there is no such place 'in this world', but I wonder does that mean it will take me to another world where I can just be me and not have to worry about Voldemort or Dumbledore?" Harry mused. "Hey Mia, I'm gonna go to this place, do you want to come with me?"

"Of course, I can't be much of a Technomagical assistant if there is no one to assist." Mia laughed. Harry cracked a rueful smile.

"Alright, first do you have access to the internet?"

"Of course."

"Transfer ownership of all the casinos back to thier original owners and lets go pick up my vehicals I have a feeling they might come in handy in the future."

===== Time skip =====

It took until seven that evening to covertly shrink and store his three cars and four other vehicles. Standing alone in the middle of the desert Harry held the crystal up high and said "Teleport Black Iron Palace".

End Chapter.

The C in P.I.T.A.C. means Console

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