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Petunia didn't trust wizards as far as she could throw them. They strode into her happy family and took her sister away from her to that school and eventually they got Lily killed. They could do things that went against the laws of nature and seemed to think that that gave them the right to do whatever they wanted to those who couldn't. The man in front of her was different than the others that she had met; he didn't have the aura of being somehow better than her just by being born. "You're a muggleborn, aren't you?"

The young man looked surprised for a moment before he smiled from ear to ear. "Yeah, I got sent because I know more about the muggle world than most and my captain figured that you probably didn't have a very good opinion of wizards after dealing with Dumbledore."

Petunia relaxed back into her favorite chair and looked to the picture of Harry on the mantle; it was one of the few pictures where he was smiling freely. Thompson followed her gaze. "Harry is a very special young man; he's already accomplished more than I could have ever dreamed of. He was the one that managed to turn my whole family around for the better. I would like to think that he's happy with the way that his life is going."

Thompson could feel that this woman really did care for Mr. Potter. "Is he home right now? I just need to see that he's alright so I can tell the Captain that there isn't anything to worry about."

"Unfortunately not and it's not likely that he'll be home anytime soon, but I can try to get in touch with him if you would like?"

"Yes, I just need to have something straight from him so no one, namely Dumbledore, can say that you weren't telling the truth and that we need to bring him back to Britain." Thompson honestly expected Petunia to call Harry on a cellphone but she just leaned even further into the cushions and closed her eyes.

He was about ready to ask if she was okay when he felt a presence slip past his shields and enter his mind with an ease that was rather humbling. 'My aunt tells me that you are an Auror who wishes to confirm that I am taken care of and that I am not in need of rescue.'

'Yes, there are a lot of problems in the Wizarding World right now and while there are people that would like to make you come back and deal with it so they don't have to, the majority just want to make sure that you're happy and healthy away from all the issues we're having over in Britain.'

'My family has taken very good care of me and I would be most displeased in being taken away from them, just as I would if anything were to happen to them because of me.'

Thompson could practically feel the veiled threat. 'We would never do anything to your family.'

'You and your faction may not wish harm on them, but any contact that you have with them could bring the attention of your dark lord or of the old man. Either one of them would have no issues with using my family to ensure that I did as they wished. You will leave their house, tell your Captain and no one else what was said and what you saw and then you will forget everything that you know about my family by any means necessary. Do not tell anyone, especially your partner.' The presence left his mind just as quickly as it came and Thompson knew that it had been Harry Potter without a single doubt. Many had said that there had to be something truly exceptional about any person that could survive the killing curse and now he knew that it was very true. Potter had managed to talk to him in his mind from wherever he was without a single issue and held the connection far longer than most could even dream of.

{M}

"I didn't actually think that you all would be holed up in a scrap yard." John looked around with one raised eyebrow at the massive piles of junk laying everywhere. "I suppose it would have its uses for Magneto but not much in the way of comforts."

"It is somewhere that Xavier would not think to look for any of us and allows us to also stay out of the way of the humans at the same time." Magneto looked the boy over from head to toe for a moment before making his way back into the warehouse with Mystique hot on his heels. Neither was in the mood to deal with a teenager.

"Well, they're an awfully friendly bunch."

"They have a lot of things to think about before they make their next move and wasting time on banter is not conductive for that task." Harry glanced at the two mutants beside him before looking at the young man standing by the gates. "There are several different rooms that Magneto has created inside, pick one and rest for now. It shouldn't be too long before they come up with something."

{M}

Kingsley knew something was up the moment that his partner returned from wherever the Captain had sent him. There was a lift to his step that rang warning bells like there was no tomorrow. The cadet didn't even look at him as he made his way toward the Captain and started a whispered conversation that lasted several minutes before they both entered the Captain's private tent with Kingsley and the rest of the squad outside and curious.

It took about a half an hour for whatever conversation they had to come to a conclusion with both leaving the tent looking like Yule had come early. "Pack it up boys, we're headed home." The Captain waved his wand and his tent crumpled down into a small matchstick box that he hurriedly put in his pocket. "I personally can't wait to deliver the good news and get some well-deserved R&R."

"Sir?" Kingsley had the horrible feeling that he was going to have to head back to England empty handed and he knew that he would never hear the end of it if he did.

"Robert here managed to find the Savior and his family and they are doing every bit as well as we had hoped. Thankfully that means that this tiresome mission is over and we can deliver the good news and get that two weeks paid leave we were promised."

Kingsley's groan was covered by the cheers of the other men; Dumbledore was going to tan his hide. He knew that the chances of getting anything out of Robert or the Captain were nonexistent at best. Hopefully the general location would at least tone down the guilt trip and the paid leave would definitely be a boon afterwards.

[M}

"Are you saying that a cadet managed to find him and you couldn't even get the boy to tell you where?" Dumbledore was in rare form. He had called a full Order meeting the moment that Kingsley returned and now had a room full of disappointed members and one Auror that wished he had listened to his mother about becoming a lawyer or accountant.

"The boy is a muggleborn who knows how to blend in and how to search for people like a muggle, which is why he was chosen for the assignment. I hoped that as his partner he would confide in me about his results and his methods but the Captain pretty much separated us the moment we started out. He obviously found the Savior but he wouldn't tell anyone about it but the Captain and he only told us that the boy was happy and safe so the mission was over. He had us back on British soil in less than an hour with a portkey." Kingsley could practically feel the glares being directed at him from around the table. "All Aurors are trained in the mind arts so even trying to read it from their minds wasn't an option. The only things that I can say for certain is that Potter has to be somewhere in New York and that he still lives with his aunt as Robert isn't capable of long distance apparition and we were only to consider the mission complete if we spoke directly to the Savior himself."

Dumbledore fell back into his chair with a heavy sigh. "It looks as if I will have to send a team over to New York to find the boy. We can't allow him to stay outside of the country in these times of war. Especially with the influence of these 'mutants' growing stronger by the day, we are only luck that they have not found the boy and exposed us all."

{M}

At a location somewhere in the heart of New York a rich man was talking with doctors from all around the country about the mutant 'epidemic', he didn't want his son to have to live his life with such an obvious mutation. It wasn't about his pride or that he felt any kind of shame, his son was perfect in his eyes but he knew that people would judge him as a mutant, never as a fellow human being and he would do anything to make sure that his son was never made into a victim of that kind of hate.

{M}

Harry had taken to listening to random brainwaves when he was still a small child. He would reach out with merely a lazy thought and listen to whatever managed to pull at his thoughts. Most of the time he would only pick up on people who were trying to pick out something to eat or what to wear, nothing terribly important but every once in a while he would stumble upon something that would change everything.

He stumbled into the main area of the warehouse and summoned everyone with a thought. They all entered fairly swiftly but John and Remy both looked like they had just rolled out of bed. "It appears that we are going to have a problem very soon."

He relayed what he had heard and Magneto nodded as if it was nothing more than what he expected, which was mostly true. "We must hurry then. Harry, you need to search out and find any mutants with useful abilities that might give us an edge among those with ideas similar to our own. I would also like you to keep at least one eye on Xavier and his bunch; they'll no doubt manage to make everything harder while trying to do the 'right' thing."

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