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Fei: Indeed...

Me: We own nothing.

Chapter 3 - The New World

Present Day

My accounts had been settled, my lawyers sent the day after I left to take Dumbledore down a few notches and I was now on a comfortable first class flight to America. Life was sweet apart from a few things. Having not had formal schooling I was required to take certain courses – more easily done here in America where the Wizarding community had more readily embraced technology, but still tedious. Then there was the magic restrictions placed by goblin law, not as much of a problem as the education. Still even at half power I was more than a match for Dumb-as-a-door and with Tom by my side I didn't have to worry about that anyway. Sighing softly I smiled at the fact that I was the only one in first class today, well almost – I had my special disollusioned friend next to me. I'd changed my appearance to look older, so as not to draw attention, but currently I was regretting that as a ditzy flight attendant tried to flirt with me. Damned gold digging skank.

"It would be nice if you left me alone, woman." I growled sternly at her adding a glare for extra emphasis.

Said flight attendant flushed and fled back to the flight attendant bay. Sighing I was glad I'd sent Hedwig ahead. Further experimenting with the glove had revealed certain interesting results. The combination of all the crests plus the bangle had caused two unexpected changes. My hair had grown out more and part of my new fringe had turned greyish green. I smiled thinking about the other affect it had had on me. Beast speak. I'd had an interesting discussion with Hedwig about it. First wizard in over 1,000 years to beast speak she'd said. I was glad for it. Another curve ball I could throw at the wizards if I needed it. They were still on Dumbledores side - bastards. I held a natural affinity with beasts anyway and now I could talk to them. Beasts after all were caged and controlled, much like I was. However gilded that cage may have been, it was still a cage. Fortunately I had escaped and nothing and no one would or could control me now. The seatbelt sign went on and I sighed tiredly as the captain welcomed the passengers to New York.

After getting through customs… two hours later

'That nearly took longer than the flight' I thought slightly disgusted. 'Next time I apparate'. Trudging to the arrival bay I looked around curiously for the person meeting me here. Spotting a sign that read Dominic West I smiled and strode over to the man. He was a ministry official for America and would be taking me to the ministry building here in NY. He greeted me calling himself Gary Spencer and we were off a few minutes later. I'd taken off my disguise halfway there and was pleasantly surprised at the lack of reaction from the ministry worker. It wasn't long before we stopped at the front of a small warehouse. Gary locked the car doors and apparated us into the building with a pop. Luckily Tom had decided to hold my hand, disturbing but lucky. Directing me to the immigration office he left whistling cheerily. Stepping down the hall and into a large office labelled 'Immigration' I gave an appreciative whistle at the view from the office window.

"Thanks. It's quite nice. You're my 4 o'clock. A Mister… Harry Potter. Well well well a celebrity. Pleased to meet you. My name is Cody Hughs." A slim dark eyed man said quietly from behind his desk.

"Ahh yes pleased to meet you also sir." I replied courteously.

"Indeed. As you've probably guessed I'm the one in charge of making you an American citizen." Mr. Hughs told me as he typed away at his computer.

"Yea. I trust you know the situation in Britain?" I asked not wanting to explain things.

"Yes we do. We're also up to speed with the transgressions against you. I am also aware of your living and education situation. You do not wish to return to England, or the magical world. You parents own a few properties here – some of which are leased to the magical creature society and some to the muggles. Where is it you wish to stay Mr. Potter?" Cody replied calmly as he continued typing away.

"Well… I checked over my families properties… We own the deed to a school that also serves as a dormitory for students to stay. I'm not sure who is living there currently but seeing as I'm still of student age I was kinda hoping they'd accept me there." I answered him nervously.

"Well let's see… this would be The Xavier Institute for the Gifted?" He asked his fingers still flying across the keyboard.

"Ahh yea… I think that's it." I said none to sure.

"Well it says here that attending the institute is on a conditional basis. However seeing as you own the property I'm sure all it would take to gain a place at the residence would be a visit to the headmaster. I'll just set you up in the American Citizen database, send through a message to the schools headmaster and that's you just about sorted." Mr. Hughs told me looking up from his computer as he smiled at me.

"This school I'll be going to… it's a muggle school right?" I asked thinking back to my mediocre education curtesy of the Dursleys.

"Yes. As I said before we're aware of your situation and we know that your education has thus far been substandard when it comes to the muggle community. This can be easily rectified. I'll take you through to the pensieve memory department and we'll see what they can do for you. Make sure to bring your friend. I took the liberty of enter him into the system too." He answered standing, walking over to a door and beckoning me.

Slightly unnerved by the fact that he knew Tom was there I walked over. A small number pad appeared on the door and Mr. Hughs typed in a random number before opening the door. Beyond was a bright multi-coloured office. Everywhere I looked there were pensieve memories. Hundreds, no thousands – different coloured vials took up residence beyond the walls, which were made from glass. A pale white haired girl took a step forward and handed Mr. Hughs a grey vial.

"Standard Duplicate Pensieve liquid learning strands ages 5 til 15. I added an advanced American Wizarding liquid learning pensieve in there too like you asked Mr. Hughs." The woman told him as he passed me the vial.

"Harry this is the Pensieve 'Vault' if you will. What you have there is one of our American specialties, a Duplicate Pensieve liquid learning vial. A special mix of memories that 'teach' you. In actuality they hold none of the original persons emotions or memories of the time, only the information that needs to be taught. It's not painful or difficult to comprehend the knowledge. It's just absorbed when you drink it." Mr. Hughs told me with a smile.

Looking down at my gloved hand that held the vial, there was no change. 'Safe to drink then' I thought taking the cork out of the vial. 'Down the hatch'. I swallowed the liquid quickly. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath as I absorbed the knowledge.

"Now that's done what's next?" I asked opening my eyes.

"Well… Your parents owned a few companies – they've been passed to you also. We've been in touch with the current managers and the consensus amongst them is that while they can keep you informed and you are the owner of their companies, your name isn't used and you can only gain control over them legally when you're 18 years of age. So that's sorted. I suppose all that's left are your belongings and any shopping you need to do. We're obligated to give you a map to Wizarding safe houses and Wizarding shops, even though we're aware you don't wish to have anything to do with the Wizarding world much longer. We must also issue a warning to new comers to America. Magic can only be used in front of muggles in an emergency situation, to save a life or prevent grievous injury." Hughs explained sternly handing me two maps.

"I understand. Thank you for all your help." I replied turning to leave.

"Mr. Potter?" Mr. Hughs stopped me with a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Yes Mr. Hughs?" I turned back to him.

"Recently there has been an influx of what the muggles call 'Mutants'. Research done into this has told us that the 'Mutant' gene isn't related to the Wizarding gene, but some of the powers exhibited by the 'Mutants' are similar to that of magic. Please be careful and stay safe. We lost three wizards two weeks ago in an attack that may be related to recent 'Mutant' riots. We don't want you or your friend getting hurt - nor anyone else." Mr. Hughs told me solemnly.

"Thanks for the warning sir. We'll be fine. Bye." I replied smiling cheerfully.

"Goodbye Mr. Potter. I hope to see you again someday." Mr. Hughs bid me farewell as he punched in a number and held open the door to the sidewalk this time.

Stepping out I gazed up at the tall building around me before bringing my eyes back before me. Gary, the guy who drove me from the airport, stood next to my luggage. He gave me a wink and apparated with a pop. Gazing down at my luggage then looking around I shrunk the items quickly and pocketed them before hailing a taxi. Next stop, School. Tom chuckled as I got in the taxi. It was like having a ghost as a friend since he stayed disollusioned.

Meanwhile

"Sir, the English Minister of Magic is on the phone for you, also there's an Albus Dumbledore on line two." A small voice came from the wall speaker next to Mr. Hughs.

"Tell the minister the boy is gone and unless they want me to declare war on them they will leave him be. As for Dumbledore he knows full well I have nothing to say to him other than to respect the law and stay out of my country." Mr. Hughs growled down the line.

"Right away Minister." The voice answered and a click sounded the end of the conversation.

Also happening around this time

Lupin entered America by hiding on a plane tucked into a large woman's luggage, following the last thing left of his 'family'. Charles Xavier received three messages, by different means. Ron Weasley was eaten by the largest Acromantula in existence. Albus Dumbledore had a heart attack as Aurors stormed his office but unfortunately survived. Cornelius Fudge bemoaned the devastation done to his ministry by the actions of a certain black haired half-blood. Snape resigned and begun a journey of redemption. Neville and Hermione found two very strange letters waiting for them. Meanwhile the author of this story chuckled in amusement as she broke the third wall in yet another of her stories. [AN: nothing to do with anything but still… bwahahahahahaha]

Me: Sorry for the delay peoples...

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Me: I still laugh when I read the end of this chapter...