Author's Note: All character's are property of J.K. Rowling. I own everyone from the American

School. Don't sue for my first fic. My first time letting anyone else read my

writing.

Chapter 1

Harry Potter woke up in his bed on 4 Privet Drive at three a.m. from a nightmare. The meaning of the dream and the time confused him. He was left drenched in sweat and scared. He sat up in bed and grabbed his glasses that were on his nightstand. Everything slid into focus as he slipped them on.

Harry looked at the clock and realized that it was his fifteenth birthday. He got up and went to his window to look outside. He usually his only birthday presents form friends and they would be arriving soon by owl post. He wasn't an ordinary boy; he was a wizard in training. He had unruly black hair with the brightest green eyes anyone has ever seen. He was extremely skinny, which was made worse with the oversized hand-me-downs form his cousin Dudley, who was roughly the size of a hippo, thanks to a diet.

Harry sat by his window and looked out. He sighed heavily and wished for a proper family. He lived with his aunt and uncle, who hated his guts because he wasn't normal, like them, but abnormal. He was treated like an unwanted animal, there against the Dursley's will. He got leftover clothing and no affection whatsoever. He that this train of thought often depressed him, so he tried to think of other things.

Harry decided to work on some holiday work that was assigned by Professor Binns, the History of Magic teacher. He didn't have to hide to do his homework anymore because the Dursley's were terrified of his escaped convict godfather, Sirius Black. He took out some parchment, quills, and books to start his essay when his snowy owl, Hedwig, flew into the room, accompanies by a large great horned owl. There was a package tied to Hedwig's leg while a large envelope was tied to the other owl's leg.

Harry removed both items with excitement. He opened the one Hedwig bought first. It turned out to be a birthday present from Sirius. It was a gorgeous broomstick case, made out of the best wood available. Harry immediately grabbed his Firebolt, another gift from Sirius, and put it into the case.

As soon as he was done, he looked over at the envelope the other owl had bought. It was from Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He took the letter and opened it, expecting his list of school supplies. He was very startled to read,

Dear Mr. Potter,

It is our pleasure to announce a new student exchange program with our sister school, Boston Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry, in America. You have been chosen as one of the eight to represent Hogwart's in this program.

Please respond to this letter by August 15. Please have your parents or guardians sign the enclosed permission form. You have received two lists in which you will need books for both schools. Please purchase the proper set. Sincerely,

Professor McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry read and reread the note with excitement. He definitely knew that he was going to go. He would have his Uncle Vernon sign with a little threat of his godfather. He couldn't wait until morning. He decided to write to Ron to see if he was chosen to go also.

He sent the letter with Hedwig and sat looking at his list of supplies for the American school. There were books on classes that he had and some that he wasn't taking, like Arithmancy. He hoped these classes weren't assigned to him.

Harry flopped on his back in bed and fell asleep again. He dreamed about the trip abroad. He felt good because maybe this year Voldemort wouldn't try to kill him if he was out of the country. He was always a target, along with his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.