The entire trip back to the United States was eventful, or uneventful depends on the person's point of view. The American couple tried to get Harry to open up, but he was way to frighten and shy to say or do anything. They should have expected it, really they should have, but it was still a bit painful when they saw his actions. How could a person abuse such an innocent beautiful child, they couldn't fathom. He was so polite, much more than any child they had ever met at his age. He was also brilliant, as they found out. He can read, and for a 5 year old that was very impressive. This child was a gift, and the couple was fortunate enough to adopt him as their own.

Carl and Sandra drove home with Harry in the back seat. He held a stuff toy dragon close to his chest, as if it would protect him from everything. It was a gift from Ted and his wife when he arrived. It was one thing he didn't want to leave behind, and the couple didn't object. The adults noticed a very familiar car at their driveway, which belonged to Frank and Natalie. They parked on the side, got out of the car with Harry following them. Sandra picked the child up. The emerald eyed child tensed at the contact, clearly not used to it, but quickly relaxed when he realized she simply held him. The trio walked toward the house. After they got into their house, they saw Frank and Natalie sit on the couch drinking wine. When both Frank and Natalie noticed that Carl, Sandra and little Harry stood in the doorway to the living room, Natalie stood up and walked toward them.

"Is this little Harry?"

Natalie asked as she took Harry into her arms. The child tensed once more. He was too frightened to fight her off. So, instead, he held onto his stuff toy dragon for comfort. His adopted mother said with a smile:

"Yes, this is Harry James Potter-Tennyson."

"Oh," The sister-in-law voiced out with surprise, "You kept his last name the same. You simply added Tennyson instead of just getting rid of Potter."

"Yes we are." Sandra then saw something else with them. She smiled brightly, "I see that you and Frank brought toys for Harry."

Natalie nodded. She put Harry down to play with his new toys. After that, she, Natalie and their husbands went inside the kitchen.

The five year old Harry James Potter-Tennyson looked at his new toys, but didn't move to play with them. He still tried to wrap his little mind around the fact that two strangers wanted to adopt him. So, when he saw the new toys that were meant for him he was once more shocked. A little part of him said that they would be nice to him in the beginning then get bored of him and throw him away like he was nothing. He really hoped not, because the strangers were really nice.

Harry picked his head into the kitchen. He looked at his new parents whom spoke with the strangers. He listened in for a bit about their conversation. He quickly came to a conclusion that those strangers were his new uncle and aunt. The young wizard went back to the living room. He sat down with his back towards the kitchen. He played a bit with his dragon, making quiet noises and talking to it just as quietly before falling asleep.

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It was a few weeks since Harry was adopted. He taken to living with the Tennyson's pretty well. He adapted to the new time zone, but was still a bit tired every once in a while. The people that adopted him were really nice. They made sure that he was full and comfortable in their house hold. They even gave him his own bedroom! It was a bit bigger than that of Dudley, but he didn't really mind, anything but the cupboard was good enough. Harry was in the living room once more. He watched television from the couch. He wore new clothes that were his size and not too big. He wasn't even sure what happened to his old ones. The last time he saw them was at the orphanage.

Harry heard footsteps. He looked up towards the doorway where he saw his adopted parents in the doorway with an older man and two kids, a boy and a girl. The boy stared at him with confusion. He asked:

"Mom, dad, who is this guy?"

"Ben, this is your new brother Harry." Carl announced with a bright smile. "Harry, this is your older brother Ben."

The new older brother blinked a few times in shock. He turned to his parents protesting in a loud voice:

"But why we don't need another person here, and I definitely don't need a brother."

"BENJAMIN KIRBY TENNYSON"

Carl yelled in shock at his eldest son's' behavior. He grabbed his brown headed son and pushed him into a separate room upstairs away from the others, his own father followed close behind. It was probably because he needed some answers the middle aged man thought.

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Sandra sighed softly at Ben's behavior. She said to her worried son:

"Harry, I'm sorry about your brother. He just needs to get used to being an older brother that's all." She saw that what she said didn't help, but instead it made his mood worsen. So, she decided to change the subject. "Now, let's introduce you to your cousin shall we?" The adopted mother questioned her son. Harry nodded shyly. He held onto her hand tightly in which she squeezed in return. She started,

"This is Gwen, your cousin. Gwen, this is your new cousin Harry."

"He's adorable." Gwen cooed. Harry blushed in embarrassment. He hid behind his adopted mother in hopes to get away from the strange new experience. "Aunt Sandra, can I play with him?"

"Of course Gwen, just don't push him too much all right? He's a shy little guy."

Her aunt replied with an amused smile. The female child grabbed her new cousin's' hand, which startled the child, and took him to where the toys lay scattered across the floor in the living room.

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Carl told Ben to sit down, which he did. The father started lecturing:

"Ben, that was rude and uncalled for!"

"I don't care I don't want the boy here."

Ben argued stubbornly. He crossed his arms over his chest as if that would make his father give in. Unfortunately for Ben, it did the opposite. His father sighed loudly. He explained to his son while his father listened:

"Ben, I really didn't want to tell you this, because I wanted you to bond with Harry first, but I see that I don't have a choice. Your mother and I wanted another child, as you are growing up so fast, but we can't have children because of some complications during your birth. For a few years now we've been looking at orphanages in hope to find the child, but we were turned down every time. We almost lost hope of adopting a child until I got a call from my muggle-born wizard friend from England and-"

"Ted Tonks?"

Grandpa Max asked. He received a nod in return. Max had found out about the wizarding world just a little while ago. He didn't react in the worst way imaginable like his son had believed. Instead, he was calm about it stating that he would simply had some people watch over the wizards and witches to make sure that they don't do anything stupid.

"Wait, wizards and witches are real?"

Ben asked shocked. His eyes narrowed in surprise. His father answered to both questions:

"Yes dad, Ted, and yes Ben, they are real. Anyways, when I remembered Ted had opened an orphanage with his wife, I told him about what we wanted. My friend told us about Harry, but he wouldn't say more until we got there. When we got to the orphanage we found out more about Harry. Listen to me Ben, and listen to me well, Harry did not have a happy home. Please, Ben, at least try to get along with Harry. He really needs a family right now."

His son didn't pay attention at the lack of information about the bad home, but his father had noticed. The old man stared at his own son with a questionable look. His grandson pouted at losing in the conversation then muttered:

"Okay dad, I'll try."

"Thank you Ben." It wasn't much, but at least it was a start. "Now let's go meet your new brother for the second time, shall we?"

Carl asked his son, to which he nodded. All three males walked out of the room towards downstairs where the others were. Ben awkwardly went over to where his new younger brother and cousin were, mumbling an apology to the youngest one. Harry accepted it with a small nod. He shyly held out a toy car to his older brother, asking him in a quiet voice if he wanted to play. The brown headed boy stared for a few seconds. He sat down cross legged then begun to play with the other two children. It was a start, and the parents only hopped that it would get better over time.