Disclaimer: I do not own X-men or Harry Potter, for they belong to JK Rowling and Marvel. I am still a poor fanboy with naught to anything but my name, and any original characters that may pop up. I would love to thank Eliza Jane and Ashdemon for offering to be my betas.

Lunachiarolover- Harry starts to become depressed if he's left alone for too long, now that Sirius and Teddy are constantly around him, it allows him to forget his past. Furthermore, his immortality has him permanently stuck as a seventeen year old, which means in all sense of the word he's a teen for eternity. Consequently, he is coming off as the more mature one out of the three at the moment. His scars were removed when the Hallows fused with his body when Harry acquired the Elder Wand save for the distinguishing scar on his forehead, which he later got rid of.

Charlie-becks-I've got FF13, bought it with my PS3 and I've been playing it off and on, but at the moment I'm really having fun playing Sins of a Solar Empire and Dragon Age, which really explains the long delay.

"Blarg"-Verbal Dialogue

Blarg- Mental dialogue

"Blarg"-Snake Dialogue

Thank you all who have reviewed. Sorry for the delay, I've acquired new video games, got sick, and had a generally bad time of it.

The Department of Magic

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Washington, The District 2007

Harry, as was his nature, tumbled out of the fireplace of the Department of Magic. He had been referred to this place by the British Embassy when he expressed an ardent desire to become an American. If it were not for the glamour, he was sure that he would have been cut to ribbons by that angry glare the young secretary at the desk of the Embassy had given him. Thank heavens she never learned he was Harry Potter, or he'd been shipped back by now.

He was pleasantly surprised by the level of technology that he found in the Department of Magic, it almost looked as if it were modern. In fact, as he curiously looked at a light bulb in the waiting room he had to suppress his glee at finding that it was indeed modern. Not only were the American Wizards not trapped in the Eighteenth century like the British were, but they were environmentally conscious! Who would have thought of that!

"You're a European aren't you?" a voice called from the entryway of the room and Harry, embarrassed with his Arthur-moment, stood up and smiled sheepishly at him.

"Guilty as charged I'm afraid, but how did you find a way to power this? By magic if I'm not mistaken right? I'm surprised at the level of technology you Americans seem to have." Harry admitted as he looked over at the young man. He hadn't been introduced yet, but the man before him had a kind face. He looked to be around his mid twenties and was definitely probably an intern or something to collect the nine o'clock guest, after all Harry had an appointment.

"Yes well we take great pride in the strides we have made in Technomancy," the young man said as he looked at the nondescript dirty blond before him. At least this British wizard wasn't putting on airs and acting snotty because of America's efforts to bring the two worlds together, at least technologically.

"Technomancy, I suppose magic that deals in technology," he said as he thought about it for a moment. "So then, you guys have Television?" he asked curious. He'd love to watch a few shows himself at his new home, but then he'd have to ensure that Teddy's brain didn't rot because of too much television. It was already too late for Sirius anyway, there was hardly anything left in that head of his to rot. He'd be safe…unless Sirius got into Oprah.

"Over five hundred channels, and that's just for magical people," the young man said with a smile as he walked further into the room. "I'm Andonis Coman, and you must be Mr. Potter, clever glamour you've got on. How has your stay in the States been so far?"

"Interesting to say the least, but I think I might like becoming a citizen here, but I don't know what kind of paperwork would be involved. I asked at the British Ministry and they referred me to here," he said to the other.

"Ah yes, well normally you'd have that conversation with Spellman, but since you're such a celebrity and all, I think we can take you right over to the Secretary," he said as he gestured for Harry to follow him. A little baffled, the young man complied and started to follow after the man.

1312 NE Fidelus Street, Salem, Massachusetts 2007

"Teddy would you look at that," Sirius said as he looked almost in awe at the large W adorned building before them. "Have you ever seen anything like that before in your life?"

"No Uncle Siri, I didn't even know there were Wizarding stores that are this big…I mean…what do they sell in there?" he asked before he looked over at his favorite caretaker, "Do you think they sell dragons? Maybe they sell dragons, come on Uncle Siri, let's go take a look!" he said grabbing the man's arm as he led the two of them into the building.

The doors opened with a whoosh and they soon found themselves standing on white tile before an elderly looking man. He smiled at them, "Welcome to Wiz-mart hope you have a wonderful day," he said pleasantly. Both males had wide eyes as they gazed at the sheer size of the interior of the building, which was seven times as large as the outside, before numbly grabbing a cart and heading in. Sirius paused once they were farther into the store and looked over at Teddy.

"Teddy did you remember to bring the list that Harry made up for us? I think we can find everything here," Sirius said quietly. To be honest he was overwhelmed.

"This store has everything!" Teddy exclaimed as he pulled out said list. "Yeah I've got the list right here. Let's go down the potion's aisle and see if they have all the ingredients that we need," he said as they started to move down the aisles of the large wizarding store.

They walked towards a sign that loudly proclaimed Potion Supplies and started to look through the many aisles of that area. Indeed there were even signs of there being a buy one get one free sale for Newt's eyes. There was also a sale on Salamander Tongues. Sirius was pretty sure that if Snivellus had survived he would have creamed himself in delight at all the wonderful ingredients that were all over the place. Although from the looks of things, there were no uncommon ingredients at the store either. It seemed that if you wanted the rare kind of potion ingredients you still would have to go to an apothecary. He wondered if that was what this store specialized in, acquiring common ingredients and potions to sell to the people.

Their expandable cart was already half filled with all the ingredients that Harry had requested for them to purchase. Right now they were heading down the blood aisle in search of some nymph blood when he came across an incredible bizarre sight. Before him stood two creatures that were squabbling over what looked to be the very last bottle of cobra blood, the first he easily recognized as a House-Elf but it was the creature it was struggling with that was even more bizarre. It was short, green, and furry all over. It continued to fight with the elf grumbling things in what seemed to be a Spanish dialect while at the same time flashing fangs at the house-elf who kept proclaiming that the blood was for its master. The green creature won by kicking the house-elf savagely in the chest before it ran off, holding the vial of blood high in triumph. The house-elf groaned and glared at the creature. "You Chupacabras is mean blood drinkers!" the elf cried before it popped, obviously going off in search for another store.

"European?" a voice asked from behind, Sirius whirled around and was surprised to see a centaur…with a shopping cart behind him.

"Uh…yeah I am…what the hell just happened?"

"Oh it was a Chupacabra fighting a house-elf for animal blood...happens all the time around here," The centaur said with a bit of a smile. It was obvious by a quick peek in the cart that the Centaur had come for mostly herbal ingredients, although there was a bow and some arrows in his cart as well.

"A Chupacabra?" Sirius asked as he looked at the other.

"One of the native species here in America, though you rarely see them this far north, they tend to stick around Mexico….but you know, with the job market as it is down there, quite a few of them have started immigrating up here. I am Notin by the way," The Centaur said moving to shake Sirius' hand.

"Sirius Black," he said with a bit of a smile. "Is America really that open to cross-species relations?" he asked. It was strange to see so many different creatures walking about Wiz-mart. In fact he was sure he saw a group of Fairies running about buying small portions of herbs while he and Teddy were in that section.

"Oh indeed it is the most accepting nation in the world. There are still racial tensions of course, but as long as you don't go about eating everyone else you're fine." Notin said with a smile. "I'll be seeing you around Mr. Black," he said before he pushed his cart away.

"Hmm…" that was one interesting interaction. Teddy had come back and deposited a few more packages of herbs into the cart as he collected the nymph blood. By the way that Teddy was practically bouncing in place; Sirius knew that the boy was ecstatic about something. "Uncle Siri! They have a prank section!"

"OH Really! I have to see this!" he said and he eagerly shoved his cart in the direction of the signs. If they had such a vast potion section, then he couldn't help but imagine how massive their prank collection was going to be. He couldn't wait to see it!

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Washington, The District 2007

"So tell me Mr. Potter, why is it that you are seeking political asylum and eventual citizenship in the U.S?" Winifred McCloud asked. She was a very regal woman, stiff in the way that she sat in her desk. She had a definite no-nonsense attitude sort of aura about her, which made Harry reminisce of McGonagall. She was probably in her mid-sixties and Harry could not help but fidget slightly under her intense stare, it was like staring up at a hawk right before it swooped down to catch its prey.

"Well Secretary McCloud, I'm pretty much fed up with how they treat me back home…I mean what with all the calls for my dissection and their continuous attempts at acquiring my wealth because I apparently no longer hold wizarding status," he stated. It was true, since Hermione had discovered the MX-gene and since Harry was undoubtedly the strongest carrier in the UK, the Ministry of Magic, most notably Umbridge, kept pushing that he was never a wizard to begin with, and thus all Potter accounts should be handed over to the Ministry. Luckily Goblins respected wealth and power more than petty legislation and so far he'd been able to keep his wealth.

"Hmm…yes Wizarding Britain has always been socially backward," she admitted as she watched the other male. "Well then, what are you intending to do once you become a citizen here? I'm afraid I must ask, we don't want someone of your level of power thinking he could do as he wished after all," she said to the male. After all she still reported to the president, and she needed to know if Harry Potter could be a terrorist. Heavens knows the British gave the man all the reasons he needed to become one, and with that Magneto running around and Al Qaeda hiding out in the Middle East, well they had to be very careful.

"Well I was thinking about opening a boarding school for MX-carriers. You know, so they could get a magical education while at the same time learning to control their unique talents," he said to the woman, wondering if she would agree to something like that.

"Hmm...You certainly do have the qualifications to teach, but what of their Mundane education? You should realize that Wizarding students are expected to have at least a high school diploma," she said to the male.

"Well they are not the only ones in need of a Mundane education either...I will have to admit that Hogwarts never gave the opportunity for me to finish my Mundane education, although I went and finished it anyway," Ten years was enough time for him to get a degree in Education, despite his not having the need to. He still had thought that it was important for him to be qualified to teach in both worlds. It had been hell taking all those remedial courses. "There is a local school nearby that they can attend, which we can use to supplement their education while providing a magical one for when they return. I've also discovered a group of Mundane X-carriers nearby who run a school very similar, and I was thinking of coordinating X-classes with them."

"Xavier," the woman said with a bit of a smile. She had never met the man herself, but from the way the Secretary of Homeland Security spoke highly of how much help the mutant was, she could not but help admire the mutant. "I take it that you either must've mistook his lot for being magical, or he read your mind?" she asked.

Harry could not help but sheepishly smile. "Yeah, I thought they were working for you. I'll pay the fine for that, or face whatever consequences that I should face for it," he admitted as he looked at the woman. Half ready for her to shout out for security or call the police or something.

"It is of no importance, we've already been given the okay by the Magical Senate to allow the Xavier institute to have knowledge of magic should they acquire it themselves. We weren't going to tell them, but eventually we knew they'd come across an MX-carrier. We just didn't expect for it to be you Mr. Potter. Now then, I'll go and brief the Secretary of Magical Education on this, and we'll see if the idea will work. I might be able to get back to you in a week or so. What is the best way to contact you?"

"Well we don't have any electricity, and I don't have the floo set up yet. I flooed over here from Salem, so I think the best method of communication at this point would be owl," he said to the woman.

"I suggest you get your house wired for electricity as soon as possible, American students will be expecting it, and you'll need to be as modern as you can be if you want parents to feel like they'd be able to leave their children there for long periods of time. Perhaps a computer lab or two would help with that, if you have it connected to the Internet. I can have my secretary add on a list of competent magical electricians to help get your house set up for this. To be quite frank I'm rather excited about this endeavor, and I bet you'll have a good turnout. We were beginning to wonder how we were going to teach these kids how to use their powers responsibly," she said giving the male under the glamour a bit of a tight-lipped smile.

"Of course I'll also be adding a list of qualified instructors, I wouldn't want to put the sole burden of teaching on you and your family, especially since you've all just recently arrived in the United States. I can also list a few Midewiwin that would be perfect to compliment the staff at your future school."

"I'm sorry…Midewiwin?" Harry asked having never heard of the term before.

"Midewiwin are our version of your Healer Corps, I do believe that you would at least have a Mediwitch or something of the similar in your framework. I know for a fact that no parent would send their child to a school that doesn't have one."

"Thanks Secretary McCloud, you've been a great help," he said to the woman as he got up and prepared to leave. He couldn't wait to get home and tell Sirius about all the help they were going to receive for the school they were going to create. He still needed to come up with a name though, a name that would reflect what kind of school this was and yet still be elegant and professional on a resume. Perhaps he should go with Xavier's approach and simply name his school the Potter Institute, but that sounded too weird. Well he would have to ask Sirius for sure, after all his Godfather was very good at naming things…then again he recalled his Godfather's many aliases that he had had throughout all the time that he knew him. Maybe it was better to have a brainstorming session with Xavier about it, after all he did say to the other that he might be dropping by one day or another, and asking for help with naming his new school would be a wonderful way to get things started. If he was lucky, he might even catch another glance at Logan.

The Secretary of Magic could not help the grin that spread across her face as the young man left her office. "No Harry, thank you," she said as he left. Oh this was the most wonderful thing to ever fall into her lap in a long time. To be able to shove it into the face of the British that their system was so flawed that their most famous citizen had come to her country seeking asylum, and then opening a school in her country that would not only help solve the problem of education for MX-carriers but by association with Potter alone would bring great prestige to the Americas. Well today's meeting with the young man was the best sort of meeting she'd had ever since she took office. Now she had to be sure that the boy became a citizen as fast as humanly possible.

This story was beta-ed by Eliza Jane and ashdemon. I thought it would be hilarious to include a wizarding version of Wal-Mart. If you get the address used for the Department of Magic, then you get extra kudos. Now please give me a review, it makes me giddy inside every time I read a new one.