Author's Note: Sorry this is a little late I had to take my cat to the vet. He'll be okay, we just had to get him back on asthma meds. Anyways, enjoy the story and please subscribe and comment.

Classes are hard. You have to believe with all of your heart that you're going to succeed and then you just do. You've got to visualize changes and make them happen. You've got to know the rules of the universe, then break them. Even having practiced magic since he was six, having explored what could be achieved without a wand, it's hard.

But he's got to get this right, he has to. So to get extra practice in he joins the transfiguration club and the charms club and even the potions club even though Snape hates him. Those are the classes where magic is performed, and as such the classes he struggles with. It cuts into his recreational time but he does what needs to be done.

The others he manages to get by in just fine like he always has with theory coursework. History would be interesting, if it weren't for how completely dull the professor is, so he orders some earplugs and reads the chapters of the pertinent sections during class. The homework is mercifully always written on the chalkboard, not that he's convinced that it's read since it always just comes back with a red O on it.

Herbology is a practical class, but it requires no real magic or at least no active magic, so he gets by just fine on it. Astronomy, while boring and long during a time when he'd usually be asleep, was fairly easy. Defense Against the Dark Arts is both boring and migraine-inducing with how strong the smell of garlic is. Since all of the upper years agree that he's not likely to pass the class on what Quirrel teaches he also joins the Gryffindor DADA club.

When he wasn't struggling through the actively magical classes or attending clubs he was either scanning books on his laptop, studying Mandarin, or being forced to go to the Hospital Wing.

For whatever reason, they were very concerned about him and they checked him over and over with what he was beginning to suspect were increasingly esoteric spells even though he was showing no symptoms of anything. Everyone from the school Healer to his Head of House, to the Potions Master, to even the Headmaster had checked him over and over again. They even brought in several Healers from outside the school.

Despite all that no one could tell him what was wrong.

He was starting to get worried. It was nearing the end of his second month at the school and yet they were still making him see the healer nearly every day. As far as he could tell no one else had ever even visited the Hospital Wing.

Every day, at the end of the day, he wrote a report on what he had done that day and emailed it off to his supervisors. Thus far they had simply said to keep going and push for more information on how he was sick, but now, on Halloween, he decided to skip the feast, or at least the beginning of it, and write to his supervisors asking for proper help.

To: JenniferLasiter0501

Subject: Formal Request for Medical Attention

It has now been two full months since I started school at Hogwarts and though I continue to present no symptoms I visit the Hospital Wing daily. At this point, I worry that my health is far direr than I can gauge. As I am no longer able to judge my own health I ask that we stop waiting for the magicals to find whatever it is they fear that I have and take matters into our own hands. I understand that leaving at such a vital time in my education is not ideal however we can start again next year. It's a setback but I worry that you may lose me entirely if something is not done.

Harry Potter

That written Harry stood and popped his back before deciding to go to the feast. It wouldn't be the same as Halloween was back home, where he would be taken to Reading to go guising in a small neighborhood and then allowed to gorge himself on candy for the only day of the year for the small price of singing a song to everyone in the neighborhood. It wouldn't be the same without the constant daily reminders to brush his teeth from everyone he met for the next week. It should be fun though.

As he was walking down the second-floor main corridor his eyes began to water from the absolutely vile smell. He searched around for the source, wondering if perhaps a toilet had blown up, or several. Unfortunately, it was not a toilet but a troll and he hurried to hide from it. Mercifully the troll walked into a room, but just as he was about to alert the staff about it there was a scream from inside it.

Just as he was about to go inside someone rushed out from behind him and ran into the bathroom, Harry followed at a more sedate pace and tried to remember the redhead's name. Rowan? Robert? Ronald? Harry was a quiet boy who kept to himself and had yet to make any friends. He had barely bothered to learn his dorm mates' names.

Still, he followed after the boy and found a girl (this one he knew, Hermione Granger, she rubbed your face in it every time you got something wrong) cowering while the troll smashed the nearby sinks and toilet stalls. Without thinking, Harry jumped onto the troll's back and climbed up. With little else he could do, certainly, there were no spells he knew of that would help, he shoved his wand up the troll's nose, which mostly just seemed to confuse it.

"Get back!" the boy shouted, and Harry hurried to get off the troll. Moments later the troll's club was yanked out of his hand and slammed against his skull, thus knocking it out.

Harry gave the redheaded boy a considering look and the boy shifted uncomfortably under his watch. Before he could say anything though suddenly the professors and the headmaster arrived.

While Hermione made up a story about going after the troll Harry retrieved his wand. They were sent on their way, Ronald (Harry was pretty sure it was Ronald) and Hermione went to bed and Harry had a report to write.

The next morning Harry woke up and immediately checked his mail, to find nothing. It made sense, Jennifer had only worked nights occasionally to ensure he wouldn't be left alone in the lab. His door didn't have a lock (so he could go to the bathroom) but that didn't mean they wanted him wandering around, or to need one of them and no one was there. Hopefully, there would be a response soon, even if it was the weekend.

After eating breakfast he hurried back upstairs, pulled the curtains around his bed shut and began to work on his homework while he waited with the laptop open to his email so he would know as soon as he got the message.

Sure enough, by 10:30 he had a response.

From: JenniferLasiter0501

Subject: Re: Formal Request for Medical Attention

Request Granted. Please print the attachment and leave it on the bed. Sneak out of school wearing warm clothes. Bring a GPS tracking enabled laptop and all other electronic equipment and nothing else. Government aircraft H323 will be there within two hours. Be sure to be at least a two hours walk from the nearest village.

Attachment:

Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House Minerva McGonagall

Due to ongoing health concerns and the dangers our ward has faced we are temporarily withdrawing Harry Potter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If his health concerns can be resolved within a timely manner we would be happy to re-enroll him in this semester, if not however we will re-enroll him for a first-year fall semester when that becomes viable.

Thank you for your concern, assistance, and understanding in this matter,

And beneath it was an illegibly scribbled signature that Harry knew was not Jennifer's regular signature.

After bribing the Weasley twins for information on how to get out of the school (they looked concerned when he asked but everyone knew the Weasley twins had been sneaking out to Hogsmeade since their first year, even a recluse like Harry) everything went very quickly.

Soon Harry was back home at Research Facility 57A undergoing a battery of tests.

"Albus!" Minerva exclaimed as she burst into his office without any warning. "Albus you'll never believe the letter I just received!"

He reached out a hand for said letter and quickly read through it, feeling his blood run cold.

"We can not let him leave, we do not know who these people are."

"He's already left!" she exclaimed, "He missed lunch, dinner, and now breakfast! I thought maybe you were right and he was finally showing signs of illness but no! He's nowhere in the school!"

Albus peered at the signature trying to ascertain what it said. Unfortunately, he rather doubted it was Petunia's. She didn't have the capabilities necessary to pull Harry completely undetected from the school. Still, that would be the first place he would check, in case she had somehow come upon the resources to do so.

"I will speak to his guardians," he assured her as he stood up, "I will get this misunderstanding sorted."

Minerva nodded, calming, "I wonder how she managed it, pulling him out so quickly."

"That is something I will also be looking into," he agreed, not adding that he rather doubted that Petunia had been the one to pull Harry Potter out of school.

After putting on an illusion that made it look like he was wearing a yellow suit he quickly arrived at Private Drive. Number Four Private Drive was meticulously maintained without a flower or blade of grass out of place.

An unknown woman opened the door and he peeked around her to see inside, it looked nothing like it had when he'd last been here ten years before.

"Yes? How can I help you?" she asked, eyeing his suit with confusion.

"I'm here to see Petunia Dursley."

The woman's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Petunia Dursley? She hasn't lived here in five years."

He swallowed heavily, he'd tied the blood wards to both Petunia and the location. No wonder they'd been nonexistent when he'd checked them on Harry. Still, it wasn't the end of the world, he could just tie them to her 'new' location and start afresh. Hopefully, they'd soon be as strong as they ought to be. He felt a bit bad for blaming Harry for that though.

"Do you have a forwarding address?"

The woman laughed a little, "Where have you been that you don't know?"

He frowned but said, "America, I've only recently come back."

"Ah, well that'd do it I suppose. There's no forwarding address unless you count the woman's prison."