The American Experience
Chapter One: A Call from the Ministry
"Mudscum, get out here at once!" Harry rubbed his eyes to see what all the yelling was about. "Mudscum" was another lovely nickname his Aunt Petunia had given him, like all of the others- Pukeface, Weasel, Psycho, and many more. Harry got up from his bed and stretched. Suddenly, a bolt of adrenaline shot through him, for he had remembered what had happened that past school year at Hogwarts. Dumbledore was dead, and Voldemort had returned to power, and now the whole world was going to perish, if he was not stopped.
"I am coming!" Harry mumbled and slowly walked down the stairs from his bedroom, still in his boxers and nightshirt.
"Harry, you have a phone…..WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU WEARING! HOW DARE YOU COME DOWN IN AN UNSUITABLE OUTFIT! GO GET DRESSED NOW!" Petunia dropped the phone and gaped at Harry, like he was another species. Harry looked down at his pajamas, and didn't see anything unusual about it. He ignored Petunia and grabbed the phone.
"Hullo?" He asked sleepily. Who on earth would want to call him at seven in the morning.
"Harry! Harry! Are you there?" Suddenly Harry was wide awake.
"Minister, is it you? What happened! Is everything alright? Did something happen to…." Harry grew frantic. Why would the Minster call him on a phone?
"Calm down Harry, everything's alright, well except for Voldemort taking the world and….Oh never mind. Anyways, the reason why I am calling is about your protection. You see, it is extremely unsafe for you to be here when Voldemort is attacking. So, you, Ms. Granger, and the Weasley Children will be accompanying you on a…er…excursion."
"An excursion? What do you mean?"
"Let's just say you will be going on a vacation…yes, a vacation. You see Harry, you and your friends will be traveling to America." The minister said this part very quietly.
"AMERICA!"
"Yes Harry, shh, be quiet. You will be traveling to America via Muggle transportation. This way, you will be out of our way, and in hiding, while we try to get rid of Voldemort. You and your friends will stay there for a couple of weeks in hiding, well of course you will be able to poke around, but you will stay there until we need your help."
"But you need my help now!" Harry couldn't believe he was being shipped away in the most important time of need. Of course it would be fun to go away, but it was not the right choice.
"Minister you don't understand. You need…."
"Harry, the decision has been made."
"But…"
"No buts Harry, you are to follow these orders. And no mischief, or escaping. You will have a close watch on you and your friends.
"But…"
"The decision is final, Harry. Now go pack your bags. You will be picked up with your friends at quarter of seven in the morning. Have a good night's rest. Good day!" And with that, the phone was dead.
"Harry! Harry! ANSWER ME YOU IDIOT! NOW GO CHANGE! HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY! HOW DARE…"
"I am leaving tomorrow." Harry said calmly.
"HOW DARE YOU….What was that?" Petunia's beet red face suddenly became happy.
" I said I am leaving for America tomorrow. For a few weeks."
"Vernon! VERNON! VERNON GET YOUR RUDDY BUTT OFF THE COUCH! THE BOY IS LEAVING!!" Suddenly, Vernon rushed into the room. Petunia and Vernon started to dance and skip around the kitchen, and whooped with happiness. Harry quietly left the awkward moment of happiness to pack his bags.
Good bye England, hello America!
