The Man Behind the Gun

Chapter One

It did not take long, till the Light found out about the Death of the Dursleys, and even less time it took to find out who it was.
To track a wizard was hard.
But to track a Muggle, even when this Muggle is an Alchemist?

It's the easiest, for sure. 
And that man's title as Bountyhunter won't save him. One Word of the "By God reanimated" Dumbledore, and Gordon Lincoln was a Dead Man in the eyes of Society.
DARK Alchemist.
MURDERER.
DEATH EATER.
That's what they call him, despite him being a Muggle.

The Same Night he had killed the Dursleys and brought Dudley to Andromeda Tonks, the same night he had to run and hide in Gringotts the only neutral Ground he knew.

What a shitty day, indeed, right?
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The Goblins took him in like an old Friend and tended his wounds. Three Cruciatus he had to endure from the Light before he had made it to Gringotts, Aurors can't do anything but stay outside of the Building. Entering now would give the Goblins the allowance to use their magic and slay them, since Lincoln is a Customer and staff there, and Goblins Protect all those that work with them till Blood flows down the streets like water.
Strange Creatures, with their Loyalty bound to their closest companions at first place, the second to their craftmanship and gold.

Their King is known to have married a human after he had killed her prior abusive and cruel husband.

Creatures of gold, but also trickery, Love, and war.

Truly fascinating.

Jarlong glared at the Aurors, strengthening their Warts, and send a Brother of his to wake "Potter". The Light was there to retrieve Lincoln, they will also take the young Harry LeFay, if needed, against his will.

Two of the few Persons that show them Respect and Kindness.
They won't let that happen.

Lincoln and LeFay were brought into a room, that was filled with hearths, the green light of their embers shone through the shadows, and the Goblins stopped in front of one big one in the Center of the gigantic magically enchanted room, gold in its form, with a big archway.

The Goblin that brought them there held Harry's belongings and turned to them, fire in his coal-black eyes. "My Name is Snapfang, Brother of Jarlong. I am here to send you through this hearth. It will send you to MACUSA, the Magic Congress of the United States of America. There your Ministry won't be able to take your freedom away. However, to be sure, you should ask from there a Miss Elaine Banwood. She will be able to help you further. Any Question? We don't have much time before they force entrance!"

"Yes! I don't know if I will ever be able to come back after what you have told me earlier as you woke me, so can you make sure that the Blacks, George Weasley, and his elder Brothers, and Family Tonkls and my Cousin are safe, Please, Sir!"

The Goblin nodded, and they were ushered into the hearth. The goblin gave them their Belongies, and told harry that Jarlong had bound his faults to his Magic: so he could take it whenever he thought of it, wherever he may end up.

Harry thanked him, and as the two men called out their destination, all the young Wizard felt was regret, because he had pulled the Goblins and the Bounty Hunter into his crap.

And green light engulfed them.
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The Other Side was filled with people that were running around, busy with their jobs, no eyes for the strangers that had come over. Before Harry could ask someone for help, Lincoln took his hand and dragged him with him towards a desk, where a stern-looking Lady in her forties sat.
Lincoln spoke, for the first time, as Harry remembered, with a raspy voice that had an addicting tune with it.
"Good day, My Lady. We are really sorry to interrupt your precious time, but we need your advice. Our Names are Hadrien James LeFay," He pointed to Harry, who did not know how he knew his full name" And Gordon Elliot Lincoln. We are on the Run from the Brittish Ministry of Magic. I am a Bountyhunter and was called to terminate this young Lads relative, as those were abusive and gruel and minions of another dark lord. The Goblins of the local Gringotts bank will show evidence. "

The Lady behind the desk nodded and looked something up in what seemed to be a magically enhanced PC. She nodded and indicated him to continue.

Lincoln seemed to relax a bit. "Now, we are searching for a Miss Elaine Banwood. She was told to be able to help us find a Safe Place."

The Witch's eyes began to sparkle and a smirk grew on her lips, her hair seemed to change from silver into a rich gold.
A Metamorph Magus.
"You Found her. I am Elaine Banwood. Let's go into my study, Miss Starling will take over my shift meanwhile."

A young afro americano Witch took her place with unnatural huge sky-blue eyes, and Hadrien and Gordon followed the elder Lady into her small but comfy Study.

They all sat down at a round table, and the Witch grinned like a fox. "Now, how can I help you? It seems to be millennia ago since the goblins send someone to me for help."

This time, Hadrien spoke. "We are seeking for a place where we are safe from that Madman Dumbledore and the Deatheaters. Whole Brittania will be after our heads by now. Any Place wherever it will be safe will be alright. Right, Mr. Lincoln?"

The Bountyhunter nodded, his apple-green eyes scanning the area. He may be a bit calmer, but he is not stupid. Danger could lurk everywhere.

"So, any Place, hm? Well, to be honest, Britania has the greatest Wizard population. And since the Gringotts File of you, Mr. LeFay, states that you used to be Harry James Potter, it may won't end pretty. On top of that, Mr. Gordon E. Lincoln, you are quite hated in their society, as you have killed quite a few men. I fear there is no place in this world, that may be safe for you two. Not even here."

Hadrien wanted to argue, but Lincoln stopped him, having picked up her tune. "This World, Ma'am?"

The Witch smirked now, her red eyes glowing with amusement, and she chuckled. "Why, yes. I Myself came from another word and taught the witches here about it. Though, only I am able to send someone permanently into another world. It is safe to travel, and I would use it as last resolution, but in your case, I do think it's needed. Any preferences?"

"Is there a World, where we could use Alchemy and Magic without being too out of place. We do not mind to have to use it as rarely as possible, but we do still need to use them. I also am not a pure Wizard, but a Barghest, also known as grim or hellhound. Is there a possibility to still use my Abilities in the other world?" Hadrien was tense, as Miss Banwood hummed and took a big book, where she flipped through, page after page, till she stopped at one, her brown furrowed. "Well, it isn't exactly perfect. There are people that are called Mutants and Aliens with special abilities, but those are the minority and the humans there are mostly against them. However, it would be the best choice, since most others are currently in war or not ready to see your powers."

Lincoln nodded. "I See. Will we still be able to use our gold? Both of us are bound to our faults by Goblin Magic."

A small smile was given. "Yes. Goblin Magic is Multi-dimensional and can be used in any Universe or Dimension. Unbreakable. You will still be able to use your gold."

Harry relaxed a great bit and gave a smile as well, then looked over to the Bountyhunter:
He did not know him. His Ambitions are blurry. He was a killer.
Yet he does all this for him, without complaining.

"I think this world would be best then, right, Lincoln?"

The Adult turned to him, unsettled was his mimic. "It seems so. We will go there then. Anyway to be the only one traveling there?"

"Well, I can delete all data about this world. But it would cost you something. Something special."

The Killer nodded and pulled out an enchanted bottle that held his daughter's memories. He knew how it worked. After all, he is an alchemist.

Whatever he would sacrifice, must be equal to the world. So he would sacrifice his little world.

The Witch nodded, took the bottle and gave them two parchments with strange symbols. At least, they were strange to Harry.
"Burn those in the fires of one of the hearths, and stand still inside of it. It will feel like ants biting your skin, but as soon as you have been sent to the other side, it's over. And remember, there is no turning back. Permanent means permanent."

Both men nodded and went out of the study, to one of the hearths more off the beaten track, stepped inside, and burned the parchment.

A tear ran down Harry's cheek as he remembered all the friends he would leave here, forever. 
He will miss them dearly.
Though, as the flames engulfed them and transported them away in a tickling sensation, Harry was able to see the Bountyhunter cry a tear himself before he blacked out.