A/N: I came up with this idea on the fly, and thought I would give it a try.
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Tick… tick… tick, Emerald green eyes watched as the small hand on the clock counted down the seconds. He held his wand horizontally across his lap, and was nervously tapping his right foot. The clock struck 11:55, and Harry could hardly wait, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest as if being crushed by a boa constrictor. He took in a deep breath, after all, what he was doing was guaranteed to result in massive repercussions.
After his fifth year, and the death of his godfather and best friend Sirius Black, Harry had become disillusioned with Dumbledore and The Order of the Phoenix as a whole. He felt that he was only causing others pain and hardship, and couldn't stand to receive any more from the unrelenting oppressiveness that the Death Eater's had recently began to strike with. His parents wouldn't have wanted him to suffer, and neither had Sirius, but Padfoot had loyalties to the elderly, scheming, Headmaster.
So, Harry had come to an inevitable conclusion, he was going to leave. As simple as that, he was leaving Great Britain and cutting as many ties that he had here as he could bear to, with the help of his new relationship with a Lyle Briggs.
Mr. Briggs worked for the Magical American Embassy, and it wasn't any secret among the magical world that the two magical communities had no great love for each other, therefore relations between the two were strained. Mostly due to the fact that the secession of the United States from Great Britain was still fairly recent due to the long lifespans that witches and wizards had.
All of this thanks to several history books that he had picked up from Flourish and Bolts, almost immediately after school had ended. The American wizards still held as strong grudge after the War of 1812, where British wizards had broken a treaty between the two countries, deployed wizards mixed in with British Regular's, and burned the White House to the ground with Fiendfyre.
The two nations had cooperated briefly during World War 2, but after Grindelwald and his pawn Adolf Hitler were defeated, they went right back to feuding with each other, America having an advantage due to the size of their magical population.
Another thing that Harry had liked about America, was the fact that they had seen how seriously unprepared they were for dark wizards like Voldemort, and had taken measures to prevent that. A highly trained and funded Wizard Army had been established, which was called in when the Auror's can't handle a situation.
The clock struck midnight and Harry heard the pop of people apparating in, then the sound of the Order member's apparating out, and suddenly the front door opened, filled with the hulk of muscle that was Lyle Briggs. Harry stood as he pocketed his wand and moved to shake hands with the man, whose huge hand completely enclosed his own.
"It's good to see you again Mr. Potter," Briggs said with a small smile.
"Likewise sir," Harry said matching the man's smile.
Briggs gestured to the door, "Got everything you need?"
Harry nodded, hefting the enchanted bottomless duffel bag on his shoulder and grabbing Hedwig's cage by the handle at the top. Outside stood five American's in dark blue overcoats, wands held at the ready, and heads constantly on a swivel.
Brigg's stroked the small beard on his chin, "Alright boys, we need to head out before the Order comes back!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out an American football, "Grip the pigskin men!"
The wizards put their wands into the inside of their overcoats, and each placed a hand on the football, Briggs raised an eyebrow at Harry, who had yet to grip the ball.
"Once you do this, there's no turning back," Briggs stated. Harry nodded and finally put his hand on the football, and suddenly the gut wrenching sensation of being stretched apart filled his body. It wasn't the first time that Harry had used a port key, but he could get used to the sensation.
Light began to emerge again, and Harry now found himself standing on the center of a large linoleum eagle, with its wings outstretched and its talons gripping a wand, and in the other a scroll. Surrounding them were rows and rows of cubicles, at this hour however, they were all deserted. The five overcoat wearing wizards walked off one way, and Briggs led him the other.
Past rows of seemingly never-ending cubicles and they finally arrived at a single misty glass door, with the black words; Minister of Magic and below the freshly stenciled name of Alexander Dalyell. Briggs knocked once, before stepping in, Harry in tow.
"Minister Dalyell, I would like you to meet, Harry Potter." Dalyell was a lean and athletic man, as he stood, Harry noticed three long scars starting at his neck and disappearing beneath the suit jacket that he wore.
They clasped hands, and for someone who seemed rather harmless looking, he had an incredibly strong grip. Almost causing Harry to wince in pain, but he wouldn't show any fear, he didn't have a whole lot of fondness for the Ministers that he had met.
"I'm glad that you decided to accept out offer," He spoke with confidence and assurance, his glacier blue eyes seemed to pierce Harry's very soul.
"Mr. Potter per your request, I have taken to enrolling you in America's top school, The Northron Academy of Magic. It's quite a well-known school, with several prominent members of Pureblood families attending it," Dalyell said, sitting back down into his high backed muggle like office chair.
"Are the Purebloods here like the ones across the pond?" Harry asked curiously.
Dalyell shook his head, "Not quite, some may still be stuck up, but that's quite common I hear. Purebloods aren't very prejudiced here, and they enjoy the muggles buying so many of their products and investing in there corporations," Dalyell finished interlacing his fingers in front of him on the desk.
"Do you have many Dark Wizard problems?" He asked.
Briggs decided to answer his query, "Dark Wizards here take to siding with us more often than naught, the real problem is the other three factions," He said, crossing his right leg over his left knee.
"Yes, we often try to keep the peace between the Lycan's and the Nightcrawler's, what the vampires here have taken to calling themselves," Daylell said.
"True, but when the Order gets involved we usually are helpless to stop things from escalating out of control," Briggs sighed wearily.
"The Order?" Harry asked.
"The Order, is a massive network of muggles who hunt down the supernatural. Unfortunately, we wizards and witches fall under that category, albeit they grant us some leeway and will at least try to negotiate with us. However they kill the other two groups on sight," Dalyell explained.
"Well, their intentions were initially simply to protect the muggles from the supernatural, but after some rather tragic events regarding Allfather Prime, who leads the organization, they have taken to more harsh and unforgiving tactics," Briggs added.
"That's interesting, to say the least," Harry paused, "What happened to this, Allfather Prime?"
Dalyell looked at Briggs before answering, "Allfather Prime or Johnathon Thrane, accidentally attacked and destroyed a Lycan breeding ground. He claimed that he received incorrect information, and apologized to the Lycan Alpha, but the Alpha would hear none of it. With the help of several Nightcrawler's they tracked down and murdered almost his entire bloodline, save for his son."
Harry felt a little downtrodden after hearing such a tragic tale, but couldn't help but feel that it was partly justified on the Lycan's part to attack Loomis, although he wouldn't condone such excessive violence. He shook himself out of his thoughts and got down to one of the reasons that he had agreed to coming to the States.
"Now, will I still be able to take some of the same classes that I had taken at Hogwarts, or will I have to take completely different classes?" he questioned the Minister. Who flipped open an old fashioned pocket watch and checked the time, "You'll be able to ask the Headmistress herself when she arrives in, oh, a few seconds."
They waited for a few seconds, followed by Dalyell flipping open his pocket watch, watching as the minute hand struck 12:31 and the fireplace in the corner of the Minister's office spit out a middle-aged woman.
"Ah, Harry, I would like to introduce, Mrs. Mataki," Dalyell said, as he stood to embrace Mrs. Mataki.
"It's good to see you again Alex," She said.
"I missed seeing your rough face around here, Sarah," Dalyell said good naturedly, Mataki ruffled his blond hair playfully.
Harry looked around awkwardly, feeling a little bit left out. The Headmistress turned towards Harry, evaluating him with her almond shaped eyes, and jade green pupils.
"So you must be the famous Harry Potter," Mrs. Mataki said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I take it I'm rather well known here too," Harry stated casually.
Mataki shook her head, "Not really, those who keep up with international affairs will probably know your name. But other than that, I doubt you'll be too bothered," She said, a small smile on her face.
Harry already like this woman, she seemed to have no ill intent towards Harry and had a rather friendly and warm personality. "Mrs. Mataki, Harry here was just asking about the courses that he could be taking this year."
"Ah yes, well you will be able to take all the same courses," Mataki thumbed through a thick manila folder, "I see that you wanted to become an Auror, if you wish to continues along this path, you will need to take Practical Application, which is mandatory for Auror and Army training," Mataki finished, closing the file and looking at Harry.
"In all honesty, I really have no idea what I want to do. But I would like to take Practical Application," He said. The Headmistress nodded and summoned a pen and a notepad, scribbling something down.
Mataki nodded, "Well Mr. Potter, school here will be starting a bit sooner than over in Great Britain, and we have a couple of days before we do so," She seemed to mull something over in her head, "First thing tomorrow morning, I'll have Mr. Hanret show you around the school, seven o'clock, alright? You don't want to make someone upset on your first day by making then wait, right?"
Harry nodded and turned to the two other men in the room, "Mr. Briggs I hope to see you soon, and Minister Dalyell it was a pleasure to meet you." Harry said honestly, the men returning their own goodbyes.
He followed the Asian-American teacher into the fireplace and disappeared into a swirl of green flames. Harry was glad that he left Britain, and now that he was removed from the equation over there, he highly doubted Voldemort would go out of his way to come all the way to America and risk having a war on more than one front.
Dalyell watched as Potter disappeared, he appeared to be a friendly enough and polite young man, he thought fingering the three claw marks on his neck. Courtesy of the Lycan Alpha, Bjorn Darkfur, who Alexander respected as a leader, but overall saw as one mean bastard.
He hoped that without Potter over in Britain that Dumbledore would not come to the US, seeking him back. But he knew that the old man would come, and when he did, he was prepared to turn him away with enough hostility as was necessary. After all, what kind of man would allow a young boy to be abused by such anti-Wizard muggles? Harry was now a citizen of the United States, and he be damned if they tried to take him away, if they did it would sure to be some retaliation.
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At 12 Grimmauld Place, the Order of the Phoenix had hastily called together an emergency meeting, one that required all members to attend. Dumbledore himself stood at the head of the table, gazing out over the assorted members all crammed into the now small dining room. The familiar twinkle in his eye, this meeting was on the whereabouts of Harry Potter.
"Mundungus, Nosp, you two were watching the Dursely house hold tonight, what happened?" Dumbledore questioned, the two men.
"We's was watching the house, yeah, and then some blokes in blue came out of bleeding nowhere. Scared the hell outta me, I grabbed Dungus and apparated away with the other two Aurors."
It was as Dumbledore feared then, the United States had finally begun to get involved in the war. He had hoped that they could keep to themselves and continue to fight among the various factions in the country, but no longer it appeared.
"I thought the bloody Yanks were the good guys?" Riley said, who in himself was a rather new recruit, one of the few.
"So did I, Mr. Riley, I do hope they still are."
A/N: There is the first chapter, I do hope you all enjoyed, and let me know if you want to see more. Review, Favorite, and Follow if you want to!
If any of you here, have read my Harry Potter x Lord of the Rings story, Son of the Eye. I just get unenthusiastic when I try to sit down and write that story for some reason, I assure you though I will probably not abandon it.
See you next time.