A/N: Sorry about this guys, the program i'm using to type this up isn't compatible with fanfiction so i have to copy and paste. the last time it was missing a few chunks in the story, this is just a repost of the first chapter. tell me what you hope to see in harry's life. I'm planning on doing two time skips before he starts school. and im trying to update this story once a week.

Chapter 1

Carl Martin Shill was, to the ordinary eye, nothing more then a visiting social worker, come from the states to accompany a young child whose mother had passed in the states to her next of kin. When he had first set foot into the town of little Whinning Surrey. He had not been expecting to stumble upon blood wards. Yes , Carl was a wizard, although Carl was his given name it was not the name he used in the more...mystic associations he had, but he tended to avoid magical communities outside of the states when he could help it, they where all far to old fashioned and stuffy for his liking. But blood wards was something that needed looking into. After he saw young Liz to her Uncles house down the street. Blood wards, where as they where highly effective on keeping individuals out tended to promote hostility within the premises, most people didn't know how to cast them any more. Once Liz was settled at her Uncle's, Carl made his way back towards privet drive where he had noticed the wards.

"Let's see here, 16...14...12..." he counted down the house numbers till he arrived at number four. Casting a quick 'notice me not' charm he made his way around to the side to have a look through the window. Chances where, the people there didn't know about the blood wards and if that was the case he could just report it on his way out of the country. But if they were promoting hostility in the house he may have need to take more immediate action. Peering through the window he saw a tall thin woman at at a kitchen counter making a pot of coffee. There was a table with a rather large man sitting at it reading the paper as pudgy baby sat in a high chair making a mess out of what he assumed was porridge. The woman came over with a steaming cup speaking to her husband as she went. Casting a few ease-drop spells he listened in.

"...I understand her not wanting to travel with a new litter of pups Vernon, but this will be Dudley's third birthday. Are you sure Marge can't make it?"

"I know Pet, but she simply refuses to leave them. She'll make a visit next month with Dudley's gifts...Do you smell that pet?" said the Vernon smelling the air as though there were something foul.

The woman grimaced then scowled.

"It must be the that freak again he did this yesterday as well, thinks he can get out of his punishment for breaking Dudley old high chair. Said the woman in disdain turning around and opening a cabinet from it she removed a tattered bundle and began unwrapping it on the counter to reveal …nj,

"A BABY!?" Carl screamed in out rage looking at the cabinet he had been removed from. There was an open pad lock on the door and signs of some old dirty towels on the bottom. If there was one thing he could not abide it was this kind of treatment to children. Walking back around the front he canceled all his spells he went to the front door and rang the bell. The man answered the door. Using some mild Legilmency he picked out a few thoughts to work with.

"Good morning sir," he said using a fake accent " I happened to be walking by when I noticed your car seemed familiar. You wouldn't happen to be Vernon Dursley would you?"

"Yes that's me," Vernon answered a bit confused.

"Excellent, My name it Thomas Tannings, I'm Mr. Grunnings assistant." Carl lied smoothly.

Vernon's eye's just about bugged out of his head. The CEO of his companies assistant was on his front porch Vernon could see a chance at getting in the good graces of the corporate powers that be.

"Why, Mr. Tannings, of course please come in and have a cup of coffee." Vernon recover quickly ushering him inside.

Once inside Carl wasted no time in casting a wandless immobilization spell on the three muggles. He was pleased to note that The woman, who rather resembled a horse (with none of the majestic charm), had yet to place the baby back in the cabinet. Pulling out a small disposable he took several pictures of the infant and the cabinet. When he was satisfied with that he went over to the baby still on the counter. He was dreadfully thin, and the old rags he was wearing was hardly enough to keep out the chill. Carl had never been a violent person but in that moment he so desperately wanted to Crucio the two adults in the house. As it was he wouldn't he picked up the baby and brushed away some of his fringe only to freeze in realization of who he held in his arms. There on his brow was a lightning shaped scar. This was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He was so filled with rage at this he let out an anomalistic roar of pure furry before speaking to the house at large.

"You will hear me well, your misdeeds to this boy will not go unpunished. When I leave this house you will remember nothing of my visit until the proper authorities arrive. You will then confess to all your crimes." he said with anger filled eye's walking down the hall he stopped just next to Vernon who's eye's were looking at him in terror.

"Just be thankful," Carl whispered in his ear as he passed. "I'm only going to the muggle authorities. If I went to the magical governments, no magic in existence would save your useless hide." so saying he he continued down the hall activating the spell he had placed on them. They really wouldnt remember this meeting at all, whilst he planted the evidence with the proper authorities, with a few memory modifications. First though, he had to take care of young Harry, so, from his pocket he removed his broom and un-shrunk it. Making sure there were powerful disillusionment and warming charms in place before promptly taking off in the direction of London.

-HPADOPTIONOPTIONS-

The flight had taken nearly an hour at top speeds on his nimbus 1200. not something he thought he wanted to do again with a baby in one arm. He somehow managed it though and after his broom was placed back in his pocket an the charms were dropped he walked into the muggle office of child welfare. The funny thing about this office was that it was run by a muggle born wizard. So he knew he would find what he needed here.

The truth was that Carl was not you normal American wizard. Actually he wasn't your normal wizard period. Carl had the misfortune of being born to the house of Emrys. Marking him as the soul heir of Merlin. This had allot of weight in the world of magic. His title was actually called Archmage. He didn't like the idea of having that much power, neither, apparently, did his ancestors. His family had managed to stay out of the lime light so far only popping up when absolutely necessary. Sadly, during the last war was one such time. Carl had, had to step up back home and announce that the united states was under the protection of the Archmage. This meant that if anyone attacked the country deliberately with magic while he was alive, they ran the risk of their magic core being sealed. Not that he revealed his true identity. He only signed the charter and used the family seal of Emrys to activate it. The sad truth was that what America had in muggle military might , it lacked horrendously in the magic department. Granted they had the youngest magical government in the world but that wasn't the point. Until they had a chance to grow a little they wouldn't stand a chance against a ministry like the UK's. As such only a handful of people around the world new Carl was the Archmage. One of those being Matthew Tate, head of the muggle child well-fare& social services office, Ex- Ambassador for the Ministry of Magic.

Once inside he went straight to Matthew's secretary, little Harry still fast asleep in his arms.

"I need to speak with , It's urgent." he said to the secretary.

She was a young woman probably not even out of her twenties she had chestnut hair that was done up in what he was sure she though was a professional bee-hive look. She looked up from her type writer to eye him.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked in a rather suggestive tone. He really didn't have time to flirt with this woman.

"No, tell him that Carl Shill is here and need's a priority visit 'now'." he replied putting just the faintest hint of magic in the word 'now'. Just enough to startle the woman out of any idea's she might have had about delaying him. She swiftly pushed the call box on her desk.

" ,"

"What is it Bea? I'm busy."

"I apologize sir, but there's a Carl Shill here, he says he needs a priority visit."

"Now?"

she didn't get chance to answer as Carl reached over and pushed the button. "Yes, now Matthew. Don't tempt me today." he spoke harshly to the little box. But no sooner had he finished speaking then did Matthew's door open and he ushered Carl inside. Telling Bea to hold all of his calls and appointments until Carl left. Once the door was closed the elder wizard cast a few hardy locking and silencing spells around the office before turning to Carl.

"Are you here in your capacity as a social worker, or as the Arch Mage?" he questioned as Carl transfigured one of the two guest chairs into a small cot and placed Harry in it before answering.

"Both, I want you to look at this child and tell me what you see at first glance?" he said sitting in the other chair.

Matthew, not sure where this was going came over to the transfigured Cot and looked upon the the little infant. He was much too thin., that was the first thing he noticed. Followed immediately by the fact that what he had thought to be a thin diaper was actually an old dish towel held on with...were those bread ties?

"He looks like he might have been born in the street." said the Elder of the two glancing at Carl.

Carl only nodded silently. "It would appear that way, and yet I found him in a home in Surrey that had a brand new car in it's drive way. The family wasn't struggling at all I assure you."

Matthew was noticeably angered by this but still didn't understand why Carl would be so concerned as the Arch Mage over this. When he voiced his confusion, Carl leaned over and brushed some of the child's Fringe away to reveal the famous lightning scar.

For Matthew, time stopped. Harry James Potter, savior of wizarding Britain, was laying on a cot in his office after being saved from an abusive home. The old man slowly walked behind his desk and removed a bottle of fire whiskey from his desk. He offered Carl a glass but was tuned down. Once Mathew had downed a full glass of the substance he spoke in a harsh, sorrowful voice.

"How did this happen..."

"That is what I want to know. I didn't even realise this was Harry Potter until I was in the house." he then Told Matthew the whole story. How he had taken Liz to her uncles home on Privet Drive, and had noticed the blood wards. He also explained what he knew of them. As the story continued Matthew expression became more and more grave.

"I know I might be asking a bit much, but...could you see if you have any files on an adoption for him. He was with a muggle family so the paperwork should be here." Carl reasoned.

"Ordinarily you would be right. But I promise you, their not." he said standing and going to a filing cabinet. He tapped his wand three times on the top and the top drawer popped out in it was only six files. He removed all of them and handed them to Carl.

"Those are all of the Magical to Muggle Adoptions to take place in the British Isles in the last 15 years." Matthew said sitting back at his desk, pouring another glass.

Carl could only stare dumbfounded at the files in his hand. Only six adoptions on that catgory in the last fifteen years...and none of them had Harry's name on them.

"How is this..."

"That's not even the worst of it," Matthew cut in while nursing his glass. "If I don't have the file, neither will the Ministry. That drawer is connected to the one they have."

Carl stopped to think for a moment. "What about Gringots?" he asked. "James potter was pureblood, that means they have to keep records on his heirs."

Matthew thought for a moment before standing and walking to a book case on the other side of his office. Tapping three seemingly random books with his wand, the book case opened to reveal a fire-place. With just a pinch of floo prouder.

"Gringots bank, office of familial records."

No sooner had he called out then a Goblins face appeared in the flames."This is accountant Lavanook speaking, Head of the Office of Familial Records, can I help you." it wasn't a question as much as a demand to state his business.

"Yes, hello. This is rather embarrassing, we have a situation of a Magical to muggle adoption from 1981 yet I don't seem to have a record. As the boy is heir to a pure-blood line-"

"Name please" Lavanook interrupted

Matthew licked his lips before answering. "Harry Potter."

Lavanook was had his head half out of the fire, most likely to find the file, when he stopped. Coming back into the flame he eyed Matthew warily."Did you just say Harry potter was placed in the home of Muggles?" Matthew Nodded. "Is your Floo open for travel?" again he only nodded.

"I will be there in a few moments with the Potter accounts manager." then he was gone.

Matthew sat at his desk and took another drink from his glass."Did he seem surprised to you or was that just me?"

Carl nodded in agreement. He didn't like Goblins for one reason they always recognized his station with out him having to show his ring that was normally under a glamor. The first time he had gone into one in America by himself he had the entire bank swamping to offer assistance as soon as he hit the counter. This was not something he was looking forward too. Especially considering he had never visited the Gringots over seas, he didn't want to think about the money he probably had here. He looked down at the sleeping form of the Boy who lived and thought came to him. What was he going to do if the boy didn't have a home? It wouldn't be safe to leave him out in the open as he would be with him up for adoption. And he couldn't bring him back to America to be adopted with out revealing to all of Wizarding Britain that he was the Arch Mage. The only way he could do that would be if he...

"No I couldn't..." he said looking upon the infant in thought

"Couldn't what?" Matthew asked, but no answer was forth coming as two goblins stepped through the fireplace into the office, both looked grim.

"We apologize for the delay, we had-" Lava nook began but stopped when he spotted Carl.

And here we go...

"You're Eminence!" both Goblins called out Bowing to him. Carl just waved them off a bit embarrassed.

"If we could skip the formality and get introductions, and problem solving..." he really hated the spot light.

"Of course," said lava nook rising and gesturing to his companion. "This is Griphook, account manager for the House of Potter." Said Goblin bowed but said nothing. " asked for the matter of future Lord Potter, I'm afraid he was never properly adopted and is thus considered a ward of the Ministry." so saying he placed a very thin folder on Matthews desk, said fouler drew Carl's attention to a much thicker one under Griphook's Arm.

"And what have you there Manager Griphook?"

The goblin grimaced as he was noticed and removed the folder to show the Arch Mage.

"As Lord Potter is still a minor I feel I should show this to you," he said voice filled with anger and concern.

Carl opened the folder. It was an account leger. The top sheet held the latest balance at 39,261.030 galleons for the Potter account. Not unreasonable for a pure blood Account he looked questioningly at the goblin who guessed his thoughts and to the folder back. He flipped through the pages for a moment before handing it back.

"That was the net worth of the Potter Estate before the Death of Lily and James Potter." he spoke sullenly

"...ni...twe..." the account balance was 989,837,932. apparently James Potter was a business Genius.

Carl began looking through the pages. Even if Harry hadn't been watching the account, it should have been increasing on it's interest, so what had happened to all the money? That's when he saw it, every month for the last 2 years there had been and account currency transfer to the Bank of England.

"The bank has been sending notices to Lord Potter, and who ever his caretaker was for some time about the discrepancies, but we have received no word back." explained Griphook.

"You wouldn't since it was his...'care takers' who were taking it. Besides that, he had blood wards on the house. An owl would have been unable to come in unless it was keyed into them." Carl explained handing back the Folder, rage building all the more at the family who had dared to do this.

"Is there anyway to get the money back?" he asked carefully "Mind you I don't want the Ministry involved in this, I don't know how he ended up there but I'll bet my last Knut that some one in the Ministry is behind it."

Griphook shook his head. "Sadly, as they were the boy's care takers, we can not take financial restitution with out a Ministerial Order." The Goblin Explained.

Carl though for a moment "How expansive are the Emrys Vaults here?" he asked

Griphooks eye's widened at that. "I do not know the exact number, but the whole of the Wizengamot would be unable to match it in size. You would have to speak to the Director about the actual Balance."

"Transfer the difference into a new account, and I want it sent over seas to the American Gingots. I'll stop by the Bank to speak with the director before I leave." Carl said earning a pleased grin from both Goblins.

"What are you on about?" Matthew questioned warily of the Arch Mage.

Carl just smiled as he made his decision. "I'm Adopting him Matthew. I'm adopting Harry Potter."