Looking at the computer screen all Harry could think was one thing, what should he do know. Harry was officially bored.

At the age of seventeen he had survived life with the Dursley's, killed Voldemort and didn't want anything to do with the wizarding for at least a decade if he could.

That last one was easier said than done. Harry had moved numerous times without much success.

Hermione and Ron had accepted jobs at the Ministry, trying to help get Wizarding England back on its feet.

PING.

Looking up at the computer screen Harry saw a MSN page pop up on the screen.

SaveTheBert's: Hey Harry, how are you?

LostInTheWorld: Hey Abbs, I am fine. How are you?

SaveTheBert's: Good. It's been a quiet week. What are you up to?

LostInTheWorld: Trying to loose Stalkers long term.

SaveTheBert's: Ouch. Sounds like a problem. Ever tried moving?

LostIntheWorld: Several times, it seems as if the always know where I am within weeks of me moving.

SaveTheBert's: Tried moving countries?

LostInTheWorld: That… that is a brilliant idea. Thanks Abbs.

SaveTheBert's: You're Welcome. You owe me a Caf-Pow.

LostInTheWorld: That I do. Got to go. Things to do, places to go, a country to escape.

SaveTheBert's: Have fun and keep in contact.

With that Harry logged off and headed to Gringotts. He had some business to sort out.

It was two years after he had disappeared from England that Harry found himself in Washington. More specifically outside NCIS in Washington.

In one hand a dozen black roses. The other held the largest Caf-Pow he could find. Hopefully he could placate Abby before she did anything terrible to him. It wasn't as if he had purposely not contacted her. It was just that he hadn't been able to find the time in his travels. It was partly her fault for suggesting he left England.

Harry had decided that if he was leaving England he may as well travel for a while. A while had turned into two years where he had little chance to get to a computer. He had lived as a muggle and packed light so hadn't brought any electronics with him other than a camera with spare memory and he picked up new batteries as he needed them.

Harry wasn't even sure in Abby still worked here but decided that it was the best starting point he had. Taking one more glance at the building in front of him he went in and up to the reception desk.

The woman on the desk looked at him a little weirdly.

"I'm looking for a Miss Abby Sciuto." Harry stated.

"Is she expecting you?" The woman asked.

"No. We've been out of touch for a little while." Harry replied, not quite hiding a wince at the look he was now getting from the guards.

"An old boyfriend? I'm sorry Sir but we don't allow desperate ex's into the building." The woman said, her voice turning frosty.

"Boyfriend? No. No! Abbs and I never went out. I've been travelling and … didn't keep in contact with her. It was a sort of a spur of the moment thing." Harry explained as the guards started to move towards him.

The woman sighed and picked up her phone. "What's your name? And could I see some ID?"

"Sure, the name is Harry." He told the woman as he fished his passport from him pocket, handing it over.

The woman flipped it open and was looking at the details as someone picked up on the other side of the phone.

"Miss Sciuto, you have a visitor..

… name of Harry Potter …

… of British nationality …

… of course, I'll let him know."

"Miss Sciuto will be right up. Please take a seat." The woman told him, handing back his passport and gesturing over to the plastic seats along the wall.

"Thank You." Harry said, before walking to the chairs. He could practically feeling the stares he was receiving of the woman and the guards, whom had returned to their original places.

It wasn't long before a black haired woman entered the foyer. Harry recognised her from the pictures they had exchanged. Standing up he headed towards her.

"Hey Abbs." He greeted her.

"Hey Abbs! After two years 'Hey Abbs' is all I get?" Abby exclaimed at a sheepish looking Harry.

"I got you that Caf-Pow I owe you." He said handing the drink over.

"It's still not good enough." Abby almost growled.

"I also got you some roses." Harry said offering the flowers.

"All that shows is that you have good taste." Abby stated. But that didn't stop her from taking the flowers and hugging them to her chest so that she could still hold the Caf-Pow without dropping it.

"Would it help if I said I would never do it again?" Harry asked, aware just how public this conversation was becoming as agents passing where starting to stop to listen to a British guy apologising to Abby.

Abby just started tapping her foot.

"And that I am staying in Washington," Harry carried on "I could really use some help with choosing a place."

The tapping while continuing had slowed a bit.

"That doesn't explain why you haven't been in contact for TWO years." Abby told him.

"I was travelling all over the world," Harry explained "I wasn't often in a place where I could get to a computer and when I was I wasn't there long enough."

The tapping had now stopped but Abby had raised an eyebrow.

"I have pictures." Harry said while holding up a handful of memory cards.

Abby grabbed the memory out of his hand and dragged him over to the receptionist.

"One visitor's pass please." She asked, while keeping a hand on Harry's sleeve. Almost as if to make sure he didn't disappear for another two years.