A/N: I want to thank everyone for reviewing, again. It really means a lot to me that you like my story. I hate this title so if anyone has any suggestions please tell me.
Turning Rocks into Lunchboxes

"Harry James Potter pack your bags right now!"

"But Grandma-"

"No buts Harry, we have to leave, its too dangers here."

"So there is a family of wizards, who cares, its not like they'll recognize us. And even if they do find out we're not muggles, we can tell them some lie."

"Oh it's fine in theory, but what if they invite someone to stay with them, like Dumbledore, and he sees us?"

"We'll just have to be careful. Grandma please, I'd really like to get to know a magical family and maybe have some friends for awhile."

"Oh Harry your imposable, how am I suppose to say no to you."

"So we can stay?"

"For a little longer, now that I think about it, it would be suspense if we moved away only a day after we arrived."

Harry smiled, maybe he'd final have a chance to make friends with people like himself.

"Well now that that's decided there is no use dwelling on it. Get your books out and lets begin."

For the last two years McGonagall had been teaching Harry magic. Not anything big, just simple spells that would be useful if they were attacked by the Death Eaters that had not been caught, or cornered by the ministry. Oh courses Harry had to learn the theory first, so McGonagall had got most of the first and second year course books by owl post.

Harry was no genius by he did do well; they were already some spells in second year and of course in transfiguration they we well into second year.

"What are we learning today, Grandma?" Harry asked, he loved the practical lesions but hated the theory, why did he have to know why something worked the way it did.

"Well I thought I'd teach you how to turn a rock into a lunch box today."

"Why do I need to know that?" Harry asked, some of McGonagall's lesions were 'different' but this one was just strange.

"In case you ever forget one when we move of course, so I wouldn't have to keep doing it for you. Every single time its 'Grandma I lost my Star Wars lunch box could you make me a new one?'"

"Oh, err sorry."

"It's OK dear, but that's why you're going to learn how to do it. Take out your wand."

Finding a wand for Harry had been a problem, oversell they couldn't walk into Diagon Alley and buy one. Mr. Ollvander, McGonagall told Harry, remembered every wand he ever sold, so if they walked in he'd remember McGonagall. She also thought he might not turn them in, you can never tell with him, but it was way to risky. Finally they had found a magical shopping center, much like Diagon Alley in New York, you just had to go through this café window in Brooklyn.

That place had a wand shop and they just told him that McGonagall was buying school supplies really early because they were moving to Africa and didn't know if they'd be back anytime before school starts. The clerk had looked at them strangely but sold them Harry's wand, Willow, 9 inches with one Dragon heartstring. McGonagall then promised they'd get a new wand from Diagon Alley before going to Hogwarts. "You can not go to a British school with a Yankee wand," were her exact words.

"And say Lunco, remember to visualize the rock turning into a lunch box."

"OK Grandma, one, two, three, Lunco," the rock Harry had been practicing on turned a little square, then in split down the center and formed a handle.

"That was good for a first try Harry, but try to work on it being plastic instead of rock and another color." McGonagall said, laughing a little, in all her years teaching at Hogwarts, she had never taught this spell. She had actually only learned it recently, because of all the times she was forced to buy a new lunchbox, she had looked it up in a box she got vie owl. "How to Turn Rocks Into Things Your Kids Lost," by Susan Hooken, McGonagall remembered she had been one of her best students.

"They really should teach this spell at Hogwarts," McGonagall said lost in thought, not knowing she had just said that out loud, "its dam useful, not like the rubbish they teach. Turning matches into needles, who needs that in real life?"

"Then maybe I shouldn't go," Harry said looking up from the rocks he was still trying to turn into plastic, "maybe I should just stay her with you."

"Nonsense Harry," McGonagall said seriously, "even if they do teach some rubbish there, there are plenty of useful things. Also it's a time in your life were you get to make friends and have fun. Some of my happiest memories come from my years as a student at Hogwarts, I wouldn't dream of taking that away from you."

"But Grandma, I don't want to lose you. Its not like I can come home to you during holidays. That headmaster-"

"Dumbledore, Harry, use his name"

"Right, Dumbledore will want to send me to those relatives I have and I'll never see you again."

"Oh you'll see me again Harry, maybe not during your years at Hogwarts but sometime. Come on, that's enough for tonight, lets go to bed."

"Ok Grandma, if you say so," and McGonagall knew he wasn't talking about her telling him to go to bed.

"Night Harry."

"Night Grandma, I love you."

"I love you to Harry and never forget that, that there is someone out there that loves you."

"Um OK Grandma, whatever you say."