Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter or Glee. I don't live in Britain (as I assume JKR does), or with two other people and fight over what goes next (unless you count my muse, but I don't). (Yes, I didn't remember this until the third chapter).
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The results of the blood tests at the hospital and the fingerprinting of the police HQ turned up no immediate US relatives, no criminal record, nor any immigration records. They had offered citizenship paperwork that he could fill out after he passed a test three days after mysteriously appearing among the populace of Lima, Ohio. He studied with Kurt (which was an experience) for two days straight to prepare for the citizenship test, using the last day to relax, getting his mind in gear for getting past that test. He didn't want to be deported to Britain, where he wouldn't know anyone, or anything. At least Lima had nice, now-familiar people in it. He didn't want to go to Britain. Something told him it was a bad idea.
He passed the test with flying colours. He ranked in the percentile that meant he knew more Americanisms than the Americans themselves. When he began to fill out the paperwork, on the other hand, he began to think this is a new start, a new country altogether. It was nearly like he didn't exist. He still didn't like his name. He asked Kurt for some ideas about what his name should be. After an impressive show of Google-fu (Harry still didn't know how to use a computer; it was as if he was raised under a rock, despite being an awesome cook), Kurt managed to pull up a name he agreed on.
Harry signed his new name with a flourish: Emmett Lily Black.
(… Don't ask about the middle name. He didn't know either. It just felt right.)
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