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A/N: This story is AU and a Superpower!Harry Fic. Be warned. The title may change.

AMERICAN MAGE

Prologue

'Tap, tap, tap'

Harry rolled over trying to shut the irritating tapping noise out of his blissfully dreamless sleep. Voldemort hadn't given him any 'visions' lately and for some reason, he didn't dream of Sirius falling through the veil or Cedric's death.

'Tap, tap, tap'

Harry sighed and opened his eyes as he rolled out of bed. If he didn't get the owl carrying his copy of the rubbish called the Daily Prophet soon then his uncle would have a fit about the noise.

Harry stumbled to the window and opened it without a sound. The owl hooted impatiently and stuck out his leg. Harry grabbed the paper and paid the owl before shooing it back out of the window. He didn't know why he hadn't cancelled his subscription to that piece of junk. Well, actually he did know, but that didn't prevent him from wishing that he could cancel the subscription. The Daily Prophet was Harry's only way of getting some information on how things were going in the wizarding world. However, the paper had taken to slandering Dumbledore and him for many different reasons from still insisting that "the headmaster and his 'golden boy'" were fools to saying that the two had fixed the whole situation at the Ministry to prove that 'You-Know-Who' was back. There had been issue claiming Dumbledore as an incompetent headmaster and Harry as an attention seeking insane brat. If those articles hadn't suggested the possibility of Harry and/or the headmaster getting arrested for 'slander, conspiracy against the ministry and lying to the Ministry employees, the Minister and the general public," Harry probably would have laughed at how absurd the accusations were.

Harry sighed in resignation and opened the paper.

Dumbledore and Potter to Be Arrested?

Article by Rita Skeeter

Front page. Main title. Great… thought Harry. They must be serious about this one.

Slowly and surprisingly calmly, Harry started to pack his trunk starting with his Hogwart's supplies. Maybe it hadn't really sunk in that he was going to Azkaban. For a crime he didn't commit, nonetheless. Harry doubted that Dumbledore would let them be hauled of to Azkaban without a fight and Harry for one would put up one hell of a fight even if he had no help. To hell with the laws against underage magic! Harry Potter would not be dragged off to Azkaban without a fight.

Harry was startled out of these thoughts by a burst of flame to his right, above his desk, signaling the arrival of Fawkes with a letter. Fawkes gave an impatient trill and landed on the desk.

"What is it with impatient birds today?" grumbled Harry dropping the robe he'd actually been folding into his trunk.

Harry took the letter from Fawkes who having been relieved of his burden disappeared in a burst of flame. Harry unrolled the parchment quickly and began reading the untidy and rather hurried scrawl.

Harry,

Begin packing immediately. As you may know (unless you didn't bother to read that rubbish), England is no longer safe for us. Pack all of your things. I very much doubt the likelihood of our return in the near future. I will stop by in ten minutes to aid you if it should be needed and to explain your absence to your Aunt and Uncle. (Harry snorted thinking that the Dursleys wouldn't care as long as he didn't write.) If anyone gets there before I do, do not give up your wand. I give you my permission to hex anyone who may ask for your wand.

Yours truly,

Dumbledore

Harry reread the letter once more then hurriedly began shoving items into his trunk, no longer bothering to fold clothes or stack books neatly.

Ten minutes later, Harry had his trunk fully packed with all of his personal belongings that he'd need. (He'd left some of Dudley's old cast offs.) All that was left out of the trunk was his broomstick and Hedwig.

Downstairs the doorbell chimed. Harry winced at the loud noise. His uncle would not appreciate the wakeup call.

Sure enough, as Harry raced down the stairs he heard the telltale signs of his uncle's anger: a slamming door and thudding footsteps jarring the whole house.

Harry threw open the door with an anxious grin and a hand in his pocket wrapped around his wand. Dumbledore was standing on the doormat looking grim and lacking the usual twinkle in his eyes.

"Hello, Harry-" Dumbledore trailed off and looked over Harry's shoulder. "Mr. Dursely, just the man I need to see." Harry moved to the side to let Dumbledore in. Uncle Vernon started taking on that familiar reddish hue of anger, but followed Dumbledore into the living room without a sound, which Harry found more than a little odd. Dumbledore settled in an armchair while Uncle Vernon stiffly sat on the couch. Harry stood off to the side a bit to wait.

"What are you doing here?" snarled Uncle Vernon as soon as he'd sat down.

"I'm here to inform you that I will be taking Harry with me when I leave. He might be gone forever." Said Dumbledore calmly. "I've heard how you have treated Harry over the years and I'm not pleased. In the future, I hope you will learn to treat people who are… different… from you with respect." Dumbledore got up and drew his wand slowly pointing it almost lazily at Uncle Vernon. "Maybe this will teach you." Dumbledore flicked his wand and Uncle Vernon's demeanor changed visibly. His face lost its ruby tint and the veins in his neck quit pulsing as much. Granted they were still bulging, but not to the point that they looked like they'd burst. Vernon's face twisted into an odd grimace that Harry realized must have been a forced smile.

"May… I offer… you a drink?" Vernon ground out.

"No thank you. We really must be going." Dumbledore turned to Harry and asked, "Got your stuff, Harry?"

"It's upstairs in my room, sir. I'll go get it." Harry turned and headed towards the stairs.

"That's alright, Harry. Fawkes is waiting for us in your room." Said Dumbledore smiling and following Harry up the stairs.

"Where are we going, sir?" asked Harry as he walked up the stairs ahead of Dumbledore.

"You'll find out soon enough, Harry." Said Dumbledore the twinkle reappearing in his eyes. Harry glanced back at Dumbledore as he reached for the doorknob. Suddenly, the doorbell rang again and the twinkle once again disappeared.

"Time to go." Said Dumbledore grimly.

Harry opened the door to his room and grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage. She hooted in indignation as the cage hit the ground jolting her. Dumbledore grabbed Harry's broom and called for Fawkes just as Harry heard Uncle Vernon's booming voice ask if the newcomers wanted a cup of tea. Fawkes appeared in a flash in Harry's bedroom for the second time that morning and the two wizards grabbed onto his tail. With another flash, the two wizards, two birds, a trunk and a broom disappeared from the smallest bedroom at 4 Privet Drive.

About two seconds after the previous occupants of the smallest bedroom of 4 Privet Drive had disappeared, five men dressed in dark blue robes with gold badges pinned on the right breast barged into the room brandishing wands, with an enraged yet still painfully polite, Vernon Dursley, following. Upon seeing the empty room, void of any possessions but a few pairs of raggedy clothes, the five men began babbling nervously to each other or maybe no one in particular since they all began babbling at the same time.

"Where'd he go? He is underage. It's not like he apparated."

"This is gonna be one hell of a mound of paperwork."

"Bloody hell! Fudge is not going to be pleased."

"Lovely… I can see the headlines now. 'Boy-Who-Lived Evades Authorities.'"

"What do we do now?"

Vernon Dursley had been standing behind the aurors waiting fairly patiently minus the steady reddening of his face. Finally, with their nervous chatter, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Well… gentlemen… since my nephew seems to have disappeared, I suggest you leave. Immediately." Vernon Dursley would have preferred the use of other words, preferably more angry and less polite, but the hex prevented him from doing so. However, his words had the desired result, five pops of disapparating wizards.

MEANWHILE AT HOGWART'S

Six soft pops signaled the arrival of six navy blue clad aurors. Immediately and silently, they began walking swiftly through the gates and towards the castle's huge wooden double doors. Once they reached the front doors, five pulled out their wands while the sixth pushed the doors open. All six aurors looked around and slipped in closing the door with a not so soft 'Bang!'

In the Great Hall, Hagrid, McGonagall, Flitwick and Snape were eating breakfast before their staff meeting when six aurors burst through the doors.

"Where is Albus Dumbledore?" demanded the first auror, a stocky man with hazel eyes and thinning blonde hair. "He is under arrest."

"He had urgent business to attend to this morning, Mr. Sanders and whatever is he under arrest for?" said McGonagall looking at her former student sternly.

"Conspiracy against the Ministry, ma'am." Replied the second auror with an American accent.

"Well, he is not here." Replied McGonagall.

"If you should see him again, please notify the proper authorities and keep in mind that helping him is considered a criminal act." Said the first auror, known as Sanders, haughtily.

McGonagall nodded sharply and the six aurors walked out of the Great Hall with one more glance around the large room.

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