I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters which the brilliant J.K. Rowling invented. This story takes place right after Harry gets the letter saying he was expelled and how things would be different if he would have left before reading the second letter. This is my first fanfic and I have ADHD so...I guess we'll figure this out together, please review.

Chapter 1: Far Away

As Harry stood there in shock at what had just transpired in the past half-hour he just couldn't believe it…he and his moron cousin had been attacked by dementors and now he was expelled. He knew this couldn't be true but at the same time knew it was. As he stood there shaking with unbridled rage and frustration over the nights events he was only thinking one thing; I need to go away…far away….

As he thought this he started to panic more and more; they're going to snap my wand, I'm going to Azkaban! At this point his hearing turned into ringing and his vision started to blacken and he didn't even notice the second letter that come into the house nor did hear his uncle flip out over its appearance. All he could think of at that moment was; I need to get somewhere safe and far away. And as he was thinking this he felt an odd sensation he hadn't felt since he was very young, he felt a pulling sensation on the back of his navel and it was as if he was being pulled through a rubber tube, everything went black but it was over as soon as it had happened. He collapsed onto his knees gasping for air trying to calm down. After a few moments he gathered himself up and stood to find himself in an unfamiliar setting, he had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. It was obvious he was no longer in Surrey and it was quickly dawning on him that based on the roads, vegetation, and lights that he might not even be in the UK anymore. Spinning around trying to gain his bearings and sort up from down he noticed a large sign beside the road which he slowly crept up to.

"Oh my God. . . ".In the dark it was hard to see at first but once his eyes adjusted he read the words on the sign and in utter disbelief saw it stated "Tennessee, The Volunteer State Welcomes You."

He realized he had somehow managed to teleport across the ocean and he was now in the States. He had done this once before when he was a kid when his cousin and his bully friends were chasing him he somehow teleported up one the roof, this must be the same wand-less magic. Racking his brain the only thing he knew about Tennessee was that it was located somewhere in the US and that more singers came from its capital than anywhere else in the world.

As he thought about how this and what to do next another thought crossed his mind; I'm safe…they can't find me if I'm out of the country. As he stood by the road pleased with this realization a state trooper whom had been driving down the highway noticed him and pulled over.

The officer just stared at the boy whom was just standing there with a confused expression on his face he noted he was thin, he was wearing baggy worn out clothes, his hair was a disaster sight, and with all this in mind he concluded that he must be a runaway. The officer radioed in his position and situation to dispatch, and then once that was done he slowly exited his vehicle and walked cautiously towards the scrawny boy.

"Excuse me son." The officer said in a calm level voice as not to spook the boy, "can you tell me what you're doing out at two in the morning…and on a busy highway."

Harry's eyes shot up towards the officers' and he held his gaze. As he stared at the cop with mouth agape he studied him; he was a toned average height man with dark short hair, he wore a tan police uniform and hand a gun on his hip with his hands rested on his belt in case he needed to pull his weapon. The police officer cocked an eyebrow and restated his question. The question brought him out of his stupor however it did not completely unfreeze his brain for all he could mutter was "Ughh you know….ughhh…stuff." Ughhh this isn't happening…I was in the clear.

The cop stared him down in a not unkindly manner, "stuff" he said to Harry, moving on he asked; "You know… it's crazy I don't recognize you from town, are you from around these parts?"

Harry picking up on the cops accent started imitating his drawl, "Oh no sir I'm from –", looking around he noticed the sign going the opposite direction stating Welcome to Kentucky, "ughhh I'm from over there". Pointing rather than saying the name of the state because he was afraid he might say the name wrong, the cop on the other hand didn't even bother to look at it.

"Is that so, what town?"

Harry had no answer for that so he just stared at him with a deer in the headlight expression.

"Hmm, I'm going to need you to come with me."

Crap.

The cop pat him down and took his wand which he eyed curiously and then looked at Harry with a questioning expression.

"Sir, can you please not throw that away. It's a ughhh…" his mind went blank as he mentally grasped at straws trying to think of something to say.

"It's 'a what'?"

"Well sir it's complicated." He came up empty and just as he was about to panic again inspiration struck. "I-I- I mean, it's not so much complicated as it is embarrassing…it's a wizards wand… I LARP."

Still confused, "You, LARP? Like Dungeons and Dragons stuff?"

Relieved that the cop knew what LARPing was he decided to plowed on, "yes sir, and that's my replica wizard's wand which wasn't cheap."

The cop sighed and shook his head placing the wand in the glove compartment, "alright get in the back, and watch your head."

Harry obliged the cop without any objections even though the back was cramped and had no leg space. This was due to the fact that he was happy that his wand was still safe, but as he sat down and had a moment to himself it all came back to him why his wand was in danger and his situation. The situation on a whole was so messed up he was stunned. From his expulsion, his friends, Hedwig (whom he had sent a couple of days ago to pester Ron for information, so at least she was taken care of). Everything…