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Molto Alesato- He doesn't age, but he can die via severe harm.

"Blarg"-Verbal Dialogue

Blarg- Mental dialogue

"Blarg"-Snake Dialogue

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Furthermore, since I have never been to the Big Apple, pardon me for not going into much detail. I'm going to get in there and out as quickly as I possibly can so as not to offend any of the denizens of such a fine city

Chapter 2: The Big Apple….sort of

New York Air Port-2007

A man with dark tinted glasses clutched his walking stick while holding on to the harness of his dog as he maneuvered through the crowd. A young boy with hair that matched his own dark coloring held on loosely to his elbow as they made their way towards baggage claim. Once they were in baggage claim the man stood in a corner where he wouldn't be jostled. He kept his eyes forward for a few moments before he spoke to the boy. "Chris why don't you go and get our bags?" the man asked, his voice slightly melodious and kind, though his English accent was unmistakable.

"Sure thing dad," the boy said as he moved into the crowd, searching for the suitcases that they had boarded the plane with. He returned triumphant with his cargo, which was a rather worn looking trunk who had obviously seen better days. It was covered in stickers, obviously belonging to the boy, and it seemed heavy. "You go on ahead pops, I'll be right behind you!" the boy said to the man who nodded.

"Francis, show me the way to the taxis please," he said to his dog, who then led him towards the escalator, the boy following behind with the trunk. Customs would have been hell for the blind man, if not for the fact that he was blind. Thanks to his disability he'd been able to cruise to the very front of that god awful long line and get out of there before he could grow impatient. Now he walked towards the taxi area of the airport, the crowd giving him a wide berth considering the large black dog that travelled at his side.

It wasn't that hard to find a taxi, and after waiting a moment for Chris to load their luggage the blind man sat and calmly told the man the address of his new abode. The cab smelled of cigarettes and certain rather unpleasant things that would not be beneficial to Chris' young virgin ears. The blind man felt the movement of the vehicle as it pulled out and started to move towards their eventual home.

"Chris may I have more of that lovely chewing gum of yours?" the blind man asked the boy who sat beside him.

"Sure thing pops," the boy said reaching into a pocket and pulling out a nearly empty packet of Wrigley's Chewing gum and handed his father one, after he popped another one into his own mouth. The two chewed their pieces of candy and the boy amused the older man by describing the sights of the city with the youthful exuberance only a child could have. They made some small talk with the driver, but not that very much. The man was very gruff, and a little smelly.

After what seemed to be two or three hours of driving, with the constant stops and starts of wondrous traffic, the blind man felt them pull into a driveway and proceeded to spend the next five minutes heading up it. Once they were at the front of the abode the blind man turned to the driver. "How much do we owe you?" he asked.

"Two fifty," the driver said in response as he looked at the blind man.

"But the meter says one ninety!" The boy piped up.

"Now now Chris, the man clearly deserves the extra sixty considering how out of the way this place is, here's three hundred" he said handing the man the bills. "The extra fifty is so you can clean the backseat, Francis is shedding." He kept a grin of his face as they exited the vehicle, Chris collected their luggage and they made their way into the house.

Once all alone the blind man decided to speak. "Siri, please tell me that he didn't buy us any peacocks,"

"Well they weren't albino," was Chris' reply, which earned him a groan from the blind man as he set the bags down. "Oy kiddo shift back I don't want you shedding all over the furniture!"

At that instant the Seeing Eye dog removed itself from the harness and shifted back to its true form, of one Teddy Lupin. "Uncle Siri I do not shed!"

The blind man let out a chuckle as he moved farther into the house. "Could have fooled me," he spat out the piece of gum and chucked it into a trashcan. Almost instantly he began to shrink, his eyes shifted color, and his vision went from nothing to fairly decent. Green eyes hidden behind black sunglasses looked at the two with amusement. "At least Hermione's new and improved polygum is so much better than the juice."

Sirius made a face at that as he too spat out his own gum, though his clothing expanded with his own body, "Awful stuff that used to be, at least with her running the Department of Mysteries we get all sorts of tasty and useful candies."

Teddy chuckled as he looked about the house. "Well Uncle Harry, Draco did get us a manor, but he seemed to have managed to keep his Malfoy taste out of it, too bad he didn't know that New York State isn't the exact same thing as New York City," he said with a bit of a smile on his lips.

Harry just smiled a little as he said, "Well that's pureblood intelligence for you, though I wonder how he managed to come up with the identities and everything,"

Sirius just rolled his eyes. "He's a Slytherin Harry; he obviously does things like this in his spare time."

"Well good for us then," Teddy said with a smile as he opened the trunk and pulled out the purple bottomless bag that had his name on it. "I'm going to go scout out my room!"

"Wait for Sirius to enlarge everything for you," Harry called as the boy disappeared into the depths of their overly large house. "Kids these days," he said softly to himself.

"I get the master bedroom!" Sirius called out and grabbed his own Gryffindor red bag and raced after the other boy, which led to Harry's sudden headache. He reached into the trunk for his own green bottomless bag and followed after them. Strategically, he placed his room in the middle of the house, so that it would be much easier for the experienced former wizarding hero to come to their aid. With a few careless flicks of his hand he changed the color of the walls to his favorite, and started unpacking.

His room was done in soft greens, his favorite color, and the furniture was in the old Victorian style that matched the mansion in which he resided. His most prized possessions, namely his Firebolt and his Photo Album, lay hidden in a pocket dimension behind his wardrobe. Sadly, he could no longer count his father's invisibility coat as one of those possessions, since the damn garment had decided to fuse with his very being. With a sigh he removed his old man's garments and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms. His back, which used to be littered with scars and burns from his favorite family, was bare. He looked into the mirror and appraised himself. Before him stood a young man at the age of seventeen, emerald green eyes no longer hidden behind glasses stared challengingly back at him, his mop of black hair in its usual disarray, and his body was still of slender built, but without an ounce of fat on it. Constant work on the lawns of Hogwarts had ensured that Harry became very fit, and the job maintained that fitness. He just couldn't wait to put on a little fat from glorious inactivity…well so long as his mind didn't drift into things it shouldn't.

Of course his little self appraisal didn't last very long. The nice and wondrous silence that had pervaded the house was shattered, quite literally. The sound of something possibly quite expensive had fallen and shattered with the muffled but distinct choice words of one Teddy Lupin when he was in pain. Harry scowled a little at his reflection as he heard some of those words, deciding that he was going to have to go out and scold Sirius for sullying Teddy's communication skills with his foul language, and then he would have to scold Teddy for using that sort of language.

1407 Graymalkin Lane, Bayville, New York-2007

"How strange," a bald man said to himself as he removed a headset from his hairless features. His brows furrowed in confusion as he placed it back upon the pedestal in which it rested. The man was dressed immaculately in a business suit. His regal form trapped within the confines of the wheel chair in which he sat. Strange indeed, the machine which he had finished using had never glitched in the entire time that he had used it, and now it had.

He had been watching the arrival of a boy from England whom Cerebro had finally recognized, and it was very peculiar to him that Cerebro hadn't picked upon the boy until now, especially since the boy seemed to be in full use of his powers. The boy had masqueraded as a blind man's dog, and yet the blind man was extremely difficult to read. Cerebro could tell that the man was a fellow mutant, but delving any deeper than that caused the machine to go haywire.

Though that wasn't the part that had been extremely strange, for it was what had come after that bothered the man. The boy had picked out a room, and then a man, whom he had been unable to detect before, appeared and after that he couldn't trace the boy anymore. Several minutes passed and he couldn't sense their presence, it was as if they had ceased to exist all together, even the blind man..who appeared to be some sort of shapeshifter! After that the boy had gone about the house in his eagerness to explore before he had broken some sort of vase and cursed quite colorfully before the newly shapeshifted blind man left his room to scold the boy, and then moved on to scold the man who felt half there..and half not.

"Something bothering ya professor?" A gruff voice called behind him. The mental presence that the professor felt was one that was wild, untamable, and yet chivalrous.

"Why yes Logan, it seems that somebody has finally decided to purchase the old McClintock property," Xavier said as he turned to look at his companion.

"I don't see how that can be a problem," the rough looking man responded. He was in a pair of jeans and a wife beater. Since it was a wonderful Sunday, he had allowed the little kiddies to take the day off for once. Well he sort of had no choice; Storm wouldn't allow him to put them through another course, especially since both of them had broken or sprained something.

"Neither would I, save that they seem to be mutants with the ability to hide from Cerebro. They don't even have the sort of protection that Magneto or Juggernaut utilizes, it is puzzling," Xavier responded as he wheeled his way towards the other man. "They are housing a young mutant around ten years of age. I wasn't able to get an accurate read of his homelife, apparently he is in the custody of an older mutant, one powerful enough to keep me out of his mind, and some other being who appears…as if he isn't even there," he mused aloud.

"Do you want me to assemble the team? They sound like they might be dangerous," Logan said not moving from where he was leaning against the door frame.

"No I don't think that would be wise. I'd prefer if you and Storm were to accompany me to greet our new neighbors, perhaps we can learn something about why they can so easily evade Cerebro," he said as he wheeled over to his fellow mutant.

"Who'll remain behind to keep an eye on the kiddies?" Logan asked the professor.

"I'm sure Jean and Scott can handle things while we are next door, after all they should have some experience with responsibility," Xavier said as he continued on his path.

"What about the new arrival?"

"I doubt that we'll spend so much time over there that we'll be late for Kurt's arrival," Xavier said

1408 Graymalkin Lane, Bayville, New York 2007

"Uncle Harry! There's a car coming up the driveway!" Teddy called as he noticed the dark vehicle making its way up the driveway. Immediately both the older males in the household went scrambling for the old suitcase that still sat beside the main entrance. Sirius hastily withdrew the packet of gum and tossed a piece to Harry while he chewed on one himself. The two soon shifted to take on the forms of Chris and the Blind man.

"Turn into Francis Teddy," the younger boy ordered before both stopped and looked at each other in horror. "Siri you gave me the wrong gum!"

"Not my fault, at least you can see!" Sirius responded feeling around uncertainly. Harry had decided on being the blind man and had trained himself to be used to the sensation, but Sirius hadn't so this was a whole new adventure for the old Marauder.

Chris just glared at the blind man for a moment before he looked at the newly transformed black dog. "Take Sirius into the sitting room, I'll see if I can stall them or something," he said as he waited for the inevitable doorbell while his godson led his godfather away. It was only a few moments later when the doorbell rang.

Cautiously Chris opened the door and looked out at the people standing on his doorstep. Before him was a gruff looking man who was quite attractive, but rather standoffish. Next to him was a beautiful African woman who wore dark clothing and had long snow white hair. Between them was a man in the wheel chair and as Chris looked at him he suddenly felt a mental pressure press against his own occlumency shields. The man in the center was a legimens! If that were true then these people were obviously part of the American ministry, and already they were being checked out? This was dangerous, what if they were one of those rogue factions that Hermione talked about, especially that certain faction that had been quite aggressive with attempting to recruit Harry.

He shoved the door the rest of the way open and lifted his arms dangerously, his eyes hardened. At the sudden aggressive move the gruff looking man unsheathed what looked like blades from his knuckles and the woman held her hands before her, her irises milk-white. With the sudden display of power his eyes looked between the two calculatingly. The woman was obviously some sort of elemental, what with the way she was slowly generating an electric charge, and the man had some sort of mutation. If they were who he thought they were, then this could get really ugly. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"Wolverine! Storm! Stand down, we don't want a confrontation," The legimens in the middle said and instantly the other two backed down. "I'm sorry for the sudden interruption, but we had to make sure that you were friendly. I am Professor Xavier, and I am your neighbor…you've obviously encountered mutants before," he said slowly as he watched the boy who still stood in a defensive stand.

"Mutants? Hmm…then you can't be with the MX-faction," he stated simply as he left the crouch he had entered and looked at the other two. "Come in, sorry for the mess we've just moved in," the boy said gesturing for them to enter.

"MX-faction?" the bald man asked as he entered the foyer with the other two mutants. Harry's mind was working furiously, if they had the kind of abilities that the MX-faction had, and yet didn't seem to understand then perhaps MX carriers in America where much more accepted than they were back in Britain. Of course then again any other country was much more accepting of other creature types than Britain, it was one of the most bigoted places in the world.

"It's a political faction back in Britain, carriers of the MX-gene who decided that those without the MX-gene should be wiped out. Honestly, they're worse than the Pureblood faction."

"Pureblood?" the professor asked as he and his group were moved into the sitting room.

"You know pure blood wizards, crazy bastards the lot of them," Chris said as he walked into the room with the three mutants.

"There are no such things as wizards," the gruff voice of the one called Wolverine said and Chris looked at the other in shock. Oh shit, these weren't MX carriers from the American Ministry..they weren't MX wizards…no these were just extraordinary muggles!

"Umm…hehehe..why don't we just start from the beginning again?" he asked as he looked over at Francis and the Blind man before looking back at the three mutants. "Let's start with what you guys are, and why you're here and maybe we'll tell you who we are and why we're here," he offered as he looked over at the bald man, who seemed to be the leader of the group.

"I think that would be much more acceptable," Xavier said. He had tons of questions, what were MX-gene carriers and what were purebloods? There were a lot more questions than answers that were beginning to be generated by the small amount of interaction between the two groups, and already it seemed as if certain secrets had been accidentally spilled because of inaccurate assumptions.

"I suppose I should start, like I said my name is Charles Xavier," he began.

Please Review, I don't think I did this chapter very well. Leave any thoughts and questions behind and I'll see if I can answer them in my next chapter.