A New Home
Chapter 1: A World Rebuilt, A New Home
The war had been bigger than anyone realized.
At first, Voldemort had been a British problem. A dark wizard terrorizing a single country. But power—true power—was never so easily contained.
As the war in Britain escalated, dark forces across the world had begun rising in Voldemort’s shadow. Death Eater cells formed in Europe, Asia, and the Americas, all waiting for their chance to strike. The Statute of Secrecy had kept most of it hidden, but the entire world had been at risk.
And when Harry Potter finally ended it?
He hadn’t just saved Britain.
He had saved the world.
By fifteen, Harry Potter was more than just *The Boy Who Lived*.
He was Lord Potter, Lord Black, Lord Peverell, and Lord Gryffindor. He was a war hero, a knight- personally knighted by the queen, a commander. Some whispered he was the second coming of Merlin. Others feared him as a kingmaker, a man whose influence had reshaped magical governments across the globe.
But Harry didn’t care about any of that.
What mattered was rebuilding.
For a year after Voldemort’s fall, Harry had dedicated himself to cleaning up the mess. The British Ministry was a disaster—corrupt officials scrambling for power, old laws designed to suppress Muggleborns still in place, Death Eater sympathizers trying to weasel their way back into society.
Harry had burned it all down.
With the help of Hermione, Neville, Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy(even if he's still a prick-they became colleagues of a sort , dare say friends)and other like-minded witches and wizards, he had torn through the old guard. Laws were rewritten. Corruption was rooted out. Magical Britain was forced—kicking and screaming—into a new age.
But power had its price.
By sixteen, Harry was an enigma. He appeared when necessary—at Ministry meetings, international summits, or as a consultant for the Aurors. Otherwise, he disappeared from public life.
Rumors swirled.
Some believed he had ascended into some higher magical existence. Others thought he had left Earth entirely.
The truth?
He was raising a child.
Teddy Lupin was only a 2 year baby when the war ended, orphaned before he could even say his parents’ names.
Harry helped raising him from a baby with Andy but she soon died of grief.
Harry refused to let him grow up alone.
By magical law, Harry had been too young to formally adopt him, but now, at sixteen—and as a noble lord—he had every right to take Teddy in as his own. He became emacted as soon as he turned 13 to protect himself.
Teddy was his son.
And so, when Harry had finally set everything in order, when Britain no longer needed him…
He left.
He took Teddy and moved across the ocean, settling in New York, America.
The world still knew of Lord Peverell.
They heard of his deeds—charities, orphanages, disaster relief, international accords. World leaders spoke of him with reverence and caution.
But none of them had ever seen him.
And that was how Harry wanted it.
The Potter townhouse in Queens was a safe haven.
From the outside, it was an ordinary brick home, blending perfectly into the neighborhood. To the magical eye, it was a fortress—protected by the strongest wards and concealments magic could offer.
It was perfect.
Here, Harry was just Harry Evans, a quiet young man raising a three-year-old. No press. No expectations. No politics.
Just peace.
But peace never lasted.
Because across the city, a fifteen-year-old named Peter Parker was swinging between buildings, fighting crime, and getting himself into far too much danger.
New York was different from Britain.
The magical world here was stricter, more hidden, woven carefully around the edges of a city that never slept. MACUSA enforced the Statute of Secrecy with ruthless precision, and unlike the old families of Europe, American wizards had learned how to blend in with Muggle society.
It was the perfect place for Harry to disappear.
But just because he was out of the spotlight didn’t mean he was idle.
Even before leaving Britain, Harry had already completed his magical education. But unlike most wizards who stopped at standard NEWTs, Harry had pursued Masteries in multiple subjects.
By the time he turned sixteen, he had officially earned Masteries in:
- Healing (he didn't want be helpless again)
- Runes (it's like coding which he liked before magic came in)
- Defense Against the Dark Arts( he doesn't want to die)
- Governance( he didn't want to be a pawn)
- Charms ( his mom's expertise)
- Transfiguration(his dad's expertise)
- Care of Magical Creatures ( the three headed dog, basilisk thought him a lesson to be careful enough to atleast know about magical creatures)
-Potions(useful even if I have love hate relationship with snape)
His magical expertise was unmatched for his age, and even among older wizards, few could rival him.
But there was one area he had neglected—Muggle education.
Harry had grown up in the Dursleys’ home, attending regular school as a child, but his academic studies had ended the moment he entered Hogwarts.
He was years behind in subjects like mathematics, science, and modern technology.
So, in his free time, Harry dedicated himself to catching up.
He read textbooks, studied history, learned about current politics and economics. He refused to be ignorant of the world he now lived in.
One day, Teddy would grow up in both the magical and Muggle worlds.
And Harry refused to be unprepared for that.
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Harry had lived in many places.
Hogwarts. Grimmauld Place. A tent in the middle of nowhere.
This was different.
The townhouse in Queens wasn’t large or extravagant, but it was perfect for him and Teddy.
A quiet neighborhood.
A decent-sized backyard.
A place where no one knew him.
To the outside world, he was just Harry Evans, a young consultant for law enforcement.
That was exactly how he wanted it.
Because after everything—after wars, politics, and being the center of global attention—
Harry wanted a normal life.
Or at least, as normal as it could get.
Of course…
Then he found out about Peter Parker.
And things became a little more complicated.
Harry wasn’t ignorant.
He had spent years operating in both the wizarding and muggle worlds—navigating politics, war, and danger.
So the moment he moved in, he made sure to research his surroundings.
That’s when he discovered Peter Parker.
Or rather—Spider-Man.
At first, he thought it was just a coincidence.
A teenager with enhanced abilities, running around Queens, trying to be a hero?
It wasn’t his business.
Then Harry saw the patterns.
Peter was young. Reckless. Inexperienced.
And worst of all?
He reminded Harry of himself.
A boy who wanted to do the right thing—no matter the cost.
A boy who would throw himself into danger without hesitation.
A boy who was too young to bear that weight.
And Harry?
Harry couldn’t just ignore that.
He watched.
And when the time came?
He would step in.
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It happened at a grocery store.
He had just picked up Teddy from daycare and was juggling a bag of groceries while the three-year-old excitedly babbled about his day.
Then someone crashed into him.
“Oh—uh—sorry about that!”
Harry steadied them both before anything could spill.
He looked up.
Peter Parker.
Harry internally sighed.Of course.
Peter blinked. “Hey! You’re new, right?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “That obvious?”
Peter shrugged. “Queens isn’t that big.” His eyes flickered to Teddy, who was staring intently.
Teddy pointed. “Your hair is messy.”
Peter blinked before laughing. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
Harry smirked. This kid.
Peter hesitated, then nodded toward Teddy. “Your little brother?”
Harry paused for half a second before replying.
“My son.”
Peter’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh. Cool.”
Teddy beamed. “I know.”
Peter grinned, clearly entertained. “Well—uh, welcome to Queens, I guess.”
Harry smirked. “Thanks.”
Peter hesitated, looking like he wanted to ask something, but a voice called from across the store.
“Parker! Get moving!”
Peter winced. “Right—uh, see you around?”
“Yeah,” Harry said. “See you around.”
Peter grinned, then jogged off.
As they continued shopping, Teddy tugged on Harry’s sleeve. “Is Peter our friend now?”
Harry smiled. “We’ll see, Teddy. We’ll see.”
It didn’t take long for Peter to notice him.
Harry was, after all, hard to ignore.
A sixteen-year-old single father, raising a toddler while working as a consultant?
People talked.
Peter was curious.
It happened at the local café, where Teddy had decided to make friends.
Peter had been sitting alone, reading over his school notes, when a small, giggling child ran up to him.
Teddy beamed. “Hi!”
Peter blinked. “…Hey?”
Teddy tugged at Harry’s sleeve. “Can I stay?”
Harry hummed. “That depends.”
Teddy turned to Peter with wide, hopeful eyes. “Can I?”
Peter, despite himself, grinned.
“…Sure, kid.”
And just like that?
A friendship began.
After their first meeting, Peter Parker became a constant presence in Harry’s life.
Not intentionally.
It wasn’t like Peter was seeking him out.
But Teddy had taken a liking to Peter.
That meant Peter was stuck with them.
Not that he minded.
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Harry was… interesting.
A sixteen-year-old raising a three-year-old while working a real job?
That wasn’t normal.
And yet, somehow, Harry made it seem effortless.
Peter wasn’t sure how, but the guy was calm, collected, and way too competent.
It was intimidating.
And for some reason?
Peter wanted to impress him.
Which was ridiculous.
Because Harry wasn’t his teacher, or mentor, or anything.
Just a guy in the neighborhood.
…Right?
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It started casually.
Peter had mentioned, offhandedly, that he wanted to get better at self defence ( he wants to know how to fight but can't say the reason so self defence it is).
Harry had tilted his head.
Then he had asked, “Do you want help with that?”
Peter had hesitated. “You know self defence?”
Harry’s lips had curled slightly.“A little.”
That was how it started.
Because Peter was too curious for his own good.
Because Harry, despite being calm and polite, had a sharp edge underneath.
And because Peter—without realizing it—had been looking for guidance.
Harry had already decided to help him.
Even if Peter didn’t know it yet.
“Again.”
Peter groaned, rolling onto his back. “I hate this.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Then stop getting hit.”
Peter glared. “That’s your fault!”
Harry just smirked.
They were training in Harry’s backyard—an enclosed space, shielded from view, where no one could see Peter get absolutely wrecked.
At first, Peter had thought this would be easy.
After all, he had enhanced strength and speed.
How hard could it be?
Answer: Very.
Because Harry didn’t fight like a normal person.
He was fast. Precise. Unpredictable.
He didn’t waste a single movement.
And worst of all?
Peter had the distinct feeling that Harry was holding back.
“…Dude.” Peter sat up, breathless. “How the hell are you this fast?”
Harry just tilted his head.
“Practice.”
Peter huffed.
But even as he complained, he adjusted his stance—ready to try again.
And Harry?
Harry was impressed.
Because Peter was learning and quick on the uptake.
Harry wants Peter to win any fight he might face because defeat might have serious consequences as bad as losing a loved one.
He doesn't want Peter to face such a thing again.
He doesn't want Peter to drown as a hero.
He wants Peter to always come back home.