I quite enjoyed this chapter.

"Bella!" Harry yelled, running through the crowds of people to reach his sister.

"Harry!" she laughed, dropping her bags. Harry ran into her so hard it knocked both of them on top of the luggage.

"Hey, can't even wait for me, pup?" Sirius jogged over to the two Swans, pulling them up. Marti and Sarah trailed behind him.

"Can't even restrain yourself in public, you dolt," scolded Sarah, shaking a finger, earning a laugh from the adults present.

"Hey, Marti. It's nice to see you again," Bella said, pulling Marti and Sarah into an embrace.

"Good to see you too, kid," replied Marti, holding Bella at arms length to get a good look. "Oh! Almost forgot to introduce you." She stepped back. "Bella, this is Sirius Black. Sirius, this is Bella." She grinned, almost bouncing on her feet.

Bella frowned. "Are you cheating on my dad or something?" she asked, cracking a grin at the end.

"No," laughed Marti. "Sirius is Harry's godfather from England. He was gone during your summers here, touring the world." Then, lowering her voice, she muttered, "stupid British wizard," so Bella wouldn't hear.

Bella frowned, looking at Harry and Sirius. "I never knew you knew anyone from before you were adopted, Mr. Harry-Luke."

Harry cackled, backing right into Sarah. She shoved him back, and he forced his glasses back onto his face. "Yeah, well, that's the point-" Sarah elbowed him sharply. "My name was Harry James Potter," he rushed out, turning red.

"His parents were my best friends," Sirius explained, grabbing Harry and pulling him in tight. "They died in a car crash."

Bella frowned. "So you packed up everything and moved out here?"

Sirius shrugged uneasily, his hands clenched into tight fists. "There wasn't much left for me in England. My family hated me."

"I'm sorry," said Bella awkwardly, shifting around. She brushed her hair out of her face. After an awkward silence, she asked, "So, are we going home, or what?"

Harry grabbed his backpack and ran to the bronze protected kitchen. Concealed inside the bag was his wand, runes homework and a few basic potions ingredients. Sandstone and carving tools clanked around when he set it on the kitchen table.

"Morning, squirt," Bella said without even turning around. "You never did tell me why you remodeled," she posed to Charlie as she stirred the eggs, still the best at cooking. "Random door to the family room and kitchen. I understand Harry's room, but the doors?"

Charlie took a slow drink of his OJ. "It was so Billy and I could watch TV when Harry was sleeping." In reality, it was to protect the electrical appliances from the magic that radiated from Harry's room. Even though most of the magical stuff was hidden under the house, Harry still did magic everywhere but the rooms it was banned in. The kitchen and family room were protected by bronze plating in the walls and doors, blocking the minor magics Harry tended to do at random.

Bella popped a mug with syrup into the microwave. The microwave popped in protest, and fizzled out. "What the..." Bella muttered. The microwave hissed and the door opened, and she bent over and looked inside the small space.

Charlie sent Harry a look. Harry paled, and he grabbed his backpack and ran out of the room.

The microwave dinged back to life. Bella jumped a bit, then stood up straight.

"That's weird." She hit the start button and turned around. "So," she directed at Harry, who had slipped back in, "Franklin School for the Gifted, huh? Is Forks Elementary too normal for you, nerd?"

Harry stuck out his tongue, and grinned. "Of course it is. Hanging out with normal people like Dad is boring. People like Sarah are much better."

"I resent that," shot out Charlie, shaking his newspaper. "Marti is getting you for school, Harry. Sirius had to go in early, something about a rune- um, pipe burst."

"They needed to replace those pipes for a while." Harry grabbed a plate and tossed two pancakes onto it. "They've been leaking all over, kids have been covered in traces. I tried to tell them, but they think I'm just a dumb eleven year old."

Bella frowned. "Where's your clothes for school, Harry?"

Harry rolled his eyes and swallowed. "I keep a few sets of clothes at school. They wash 'em over the weekends, as long as you have them labeled. Then I just gotta have one uniform at home." A horn honked outside of the house. "Bye!" Harry needlessly yelled, and he darted out the door.

Charlie chuckled. "Don't worry, he's like that every Monday. Can't wait to see his friends, you know."

Albus Dumbledore smiled faintly. In front of him loomed the formidable structure of the Salem Institute of Seattle, the place where, if he was correct, Harry Potter permanently resided. Without waiting, he walked right into the building. It was study hour, and no one was in the hallways. He whispered 'point me' to his wand, which spun in a circle before pointing at a door at the end of the hall.

Grinning slightly to himself, he opened the door. Inside, who he assumed was Harry spoke with a teacher. He looked frustrated.

"... but sandstone and aluminum work too slowly. Maybe a plastic-" Harry shoved his glasses up on his nose.

"And the Magic Sight isn't showing anything? Where are Ben and Sarah? They usually- Oh, hello, sir. Do you need to be directed to the office?" The young teacher smiled at Albus.

Albus blinked a bit at the attire of the two younger men. Instead of Wizarding robes, they wore Muggle clothing, with dark blue pants and black buttoned shirts with gray ties. Harry wore some sort of colored cloth and rubber shoes, while the teacher had dress shoes on.

He shook himself out of the stare. "No. I know where I am. Hello, Harry. My name is Albus Dumbledore, I knew your parents very well." Albus put a grandfatherly smile on, hoping it would endear the child to him.

It didn't seem to work. Young Harry's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, I know of you." With a flick of his wand and a quiet incantation, he shut the door. "I don't want to."

The teacher frowned. "Harry, who is this man?"

Harry sighed. "Mr. Graham, this is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. Well, more like Scotland. He probably wants me to pick my whole life up here and plop myself back in England." Harry glared at Albus. "My answer is no."

Albus opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Graham shook his head. "I'm confused."

Harry sighed. "I wasn't adopted from Alaska, Mr. Graham. I'm originally from England. And there's a prophecy that says I need to defeat their current Dark Lord."

"You know about the Prophecy?" blurted Albus, taking a step backwards. "Then, my dear boy, you must know you need to go back to train- I can offer you a family!"

Harry snorted. "No, I'm good. The family I have now has people who care about me, and are fine with my magic. I have a sister, a dad, someone who's been like a mom since I was five, and a godfather. What more do I need?"

Albus felt the blood drain from his face. "Godfather?" he choked out. "You can't mean Sirius Black?"

"The bus driver?" Graham looked more confused than ever.

Harry smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Yeah, he got the ADM to prove him innocent so he could become a legal citizen." He looked at Albus, glaring. "It doesn't change things. I'm not going to stupid purist Europe, so you can leave."

Unexpectedly, Graham joined in the conversation. "Harry, you might not really have a choice," he said gently. "I mean, if there is a Prophecy about you and the Dark Lord..."

A look of betrayal crossed Harry's face, and he backed away from his teacher. "What are you saying?"

Graham sighed. "I did my World Histories thesis on future influences, mostly Prophecies. They can't be avoided. There's a real science behind the prediction, the neurological connections in the brain, and the 11th dimension folds, but the bottom line is that they are always fulfilled."

Harry shook his head violently. "No. No no no. I am not going to train in England."

Albus began to sweat. "Harry, you must be trained, be prepared for what lies ahead."

Harry raised his wand and opened his mouth to object, but Graham raised his hand.

"I have an idea. Since you're so convinced he needs to be in England, how about we do a compromise? His last three years of schooling in England. That way, you both get what you want."

Harry bit his lip. "Only if I get my time turner request pushed through for extra preparing time. Throw around the words Prophecy, England, and Harry Potter, Mr. Graham. If, and only if, I get a time turner will I go to England."

Albus gave a grandfatherly laugh. "You push quite the hard bargain."

Graham, on the other hand, had his jaw wide open. "You're Harry Potter? The only person to survive the Killing Curse?"

"Well, it wasn't like the doctor Imperio or anything," Harry kidded. When nobody laughed, he coughed. "I, uh, yeah, that's me. Sirius took me to a plastic surgeon who removed the curse scar. I was six, and threw a fit until they had to Imperio me to get the operation completed."

Albus blinked in shock, and then held up a hand. He was a powerful wizard, and he knew when to cut his losses. "I'm going to ignore the fact that you just said Imperio. How about this: You come to Hogwarts for your last three years of schooling, like this gentleman said. I'll leave you alone until then. And I can even try to get Sirius Black cleared in England, but I'll have to see the transcripts of the trial."

Harry shrugged. "Go through the ADM. Contact Sirius with anything else. You can leave now."

Dumbledore nodded. He turned to leave, but almost smacked into the door when he turned around again. "I almost forgot- a family heirloom." He pulled out a silvery cloth, passing it to Harry. "It's an invisibility cloak. Your father loaned it to me on the day he died. I've been waiting until you came to Hogwarts, but considering..."

A faint smile ghosted across Harry's face. "Thank you, sir."

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