A/N: Thanks to those of you who reviewed the first chapter! I really appreciated it, especially because you all told me whether or not you wanted me to continue, which really made me happy! Thank you all so much and keep up the good reviews xD
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If anyone knows whether or not Dean Thomas is a Muggle born PLEASE TELL ME! For now, he's not going to be, but I'll change his parts in the story if someone says he is! Also, I'm going to say that Seamus grew up pretty Muggle-y even though he's only half-Muggle. Also, would you all care to review my story Potter's Ten or When Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean because I like both of those stories but they have few reviews :( I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed 'em tho!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters (except for Professor Widdle and Professor McDonald) but I own all the Americans! Mwahahahhahahahaha!
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"All right," Mr. Miriacci announced, opening the door to his giant Suburban SUV and literally jumping out. "We're home."
Dean could make out the bottom of a large white house through the tinted windows of the car. He followed Milo, Anna, Leo, and Hannah out the door and saw the house from a much better view. It was large, spacious, and white with at least three floors and two cars parked in the driveway plus the monstrous SUV. They got Dean's bags out of the back of the car before walking up a flight of narrow stone steps, across the path in the small yard and into the house. Dean was greeted by lots of loud barking and two big black labs jumping on him.
"This is Shaq and Donkey," Leo introduced, looking somewhat embarrassed. "We named them when we were really little."
Dean nodded.
"I'll show you to your room," Leo said, starting up a wide flight of stairs. At the top of the staircase there was a small, U-shaped hallway that curved around a wall. There was now thick blue carpeting on the floor. Leo led him up another broad staircase on top of which there was a U-shaped hallway and a wall. Leo entered the second room on the left. "This is where you'll be sleeping," he announced.
The room was fairly large, with a large bookcase and dresser. The bed was pretty big and the windows let in lots of bright sunlight. I could get used to this, Dean thought.
"So, you're probably pretty jet-lagged," Leo inferred. "Do you want to take a nap, or something?"
"I actually slept a lot on the plane," Dean said, stifling a yawn. "When does school start, anyway?"
"Uh... tomorrow, actually," Leo said, looking rather guilty.
"Nice," Dean said. So Muggle America might've so far been one of the most confusing places he'd ever been, and he was pissed that he'd let Hermione trick him into doing this even though he was a Muggle-born; he was still excited for school: American chick's were hot.
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Harry stepped out of the Rosenbergs' sedan and out into the dirty sidewalks of New York City. Isaac hopped up to a large glass doorway and slid a key easily inside. He opened the door and held it open for Harry and Jacob to enter with Harry's belongings. Jacob hit the up button on the elevator and waited for it to arrive.
"So, Harry, have you ever been to New York City before?" Jacob questioned almost giddily.
"Uh, no," he answered.
The elevator door pulled itself open and they entered it, cramming all of Harry's belongings into the small area. Harry felt his cheeks burning at the fact that all of this stuff that could barely fit in was his. At the third floor the doors slid open and they stepped outside to the short hallway that was painted and odd shade of greenish-bluish-gray. Finally they reached the apartment and Isaac opened the door. As Harry stepped inside an incredibly warm and welcoming feeling enveloped him. The room that they first entered was a spacious one with the kitchen to his right and the TV and couch straight ahead. As he walked farther into the room, Harry saw that there was a living room to the far left and around the corner on the left were four rooms with closed doors. To the right of the TV room was another two doors.
"You're room's over here, Harry," Isaac announced, leading him into one of the rooms around the corner.
Harry entered the small room. Well, it wasn't exactly small. It was more... Compact. There was a lot going on in the room from the posters of athlete's and scantily clad swimwear models on the wall to the millions of piles of shelves lined up on the walls.
"Uh... this is my younger brother David's room," Isaac said, his cheeks tinted pink.
"Cool," Harry responded, trying to sound as enthusiastic and optimistic as possible. The family seemed nice enough, and from the bit he'd seen of the city, it seemed cool, too. How bad could it be?
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Ron's jaw dropped just from seeing the outside view of the Johansson's house on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Yes, they had a house. It was four stories, deeper than the Marinara Trench, and about the width of the Entrance Hall to Hogwarts. Andrew and Bob beckoned him to follow them up two flights of stairs to his room, which was across from Andrew's and on the wall next to Cassie's. It was the "guest bedroom" with huge windows, a desk, and a dresser. There was also a walk-in closet and his own private bathroom to go with it all. This was by far the best treatment Ron had ever gotten. It completely surpassed his house by every stretch of the imagination.
"You got the best room in the house," Andrew said, setting his bags down.
"You're house is... so nice," Ron expressed, unable to say more.
"Thanks," Andrew responded.
"I mean my house is... Ant sized compared to this thing... Jeez..."
Andrew laughed. "I guess I kind of take the size for granted."
Ron stared, dumbfounded at the room a few more times before changing the subject. "So when does school start? I'm going to the same one as you and your sister, right?" he asked.
Andrew nodded. "It's a school in the Bronx called Waterdale and it starts tomorrow," he told Ron.
Ron's jaw dropped again. "Tomorrow?" he remarked incredulously. "Wow, you've got a lot to teach me about American culture in the next couple of hours."
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The next day, as our east coast friends were either dying or living it up at their new schools, the west coast group was just getting introduced to their families. Justin Finch-Fletchley was getting acquainted with Jennifer Wilson, and Peter, Nick, and Isabel Milaris. Hannah Abbott was trying desperately to understand her complicated family.
"Okay, my mom Lisa Mondeau and my dad Miguel Stipa got married, had me and my sister and brothers, and then got divorced. Then my dad married Meredith Stipa-Parker," Amelie Stipa slowly explained to her. "I know it's complicated, but you'll get it soon enough."
Hannah nodded, running through the information in her mind again. What kept on dwelling on was how weird their names were. Who names their kids Andres and Amelie? And from hearing Lisa "Mondeau" talk, she definitely was not a native of France. Neither was Miguel one of any Spanish-speaking country. "How old are all you guys?" she finally asked.
"I'm seventeen and Andres is sixteen," Amelie told her. "And we have another brother who's thirteen but he's at his wizard school."
"Cool," Hannah replied, happy to hear the word "wizard". There were so many Muggles and so much Muggle culture around her that she felt like such an alien.
"You're going to love L.A.," Amelie assured her. "It's the best city. And believe me; I've been to a lot so I know." She laughed. Hannah wanted to throw up.
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Seamus was discovering his family to be as confusing as the Stipas, if not more so. Apparently, there was Harold Papulos, the dad, and he was married to Vivian... something-or-rather... and they had one kid together, while Mr. Papulos had two others. Now, where their mother was, Seamus had yet to discover.
"It's so interesting to see another wizard," Vivian exclaimed cheerfully, grabbing Seamus' bicep. "I myself am a witch, but I haven't interacted with any other wizards since I was probably in High School!"
Seamus forced a laugh. Boy, what he was going to do to Hermione-
"So have you ever been to America before?" Matt Papulos questioned.
"No," Seamus grumbled.
"This is your first time? Well I'm sure you'll love it," Matt said. "How much do you know about non-wizard life already?"
"Me dad's a Muggle," Seamus informed them.
"Sorry?"
"My. Dad. Isn't. A. Wizard."
"Oh, so you know a bit, then?" Vivian asked.
Seamus shrugged, clenching his fists and imagining Hermione's mangled body sprawled out on the ground...
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"Theodore, Ann, Jonathan, Lindsay, Ashleigh, Charlie," Mr. Webber (Theodore) said, pointing to each corresponding person.
"Wow, there's a lot of you," Hermione commented, somewhat taken aback.
"And there's one more but he's away at college so he couldn't come and meet you," Ms. Webber (Ann) said with a laugh. Hermione forced her own in response.
"So, have you ever been to America before?" Lindsay asked eagerly.
"Once," Hermione answered. "But I went to New York City."
Lindsay nodded. "It's fun there."
"It is," Hermione remarked. "Do you all live in Los Angeles?"
"Yes," Ms. Webber answered.
There was a long and awkward pause until finally Mr. Webber spoke again. "Well, why don't we head out, shall we?"
As the group got ready to leave, Hermione turned to say goodbye to her newly made enemy Seamus, and her acquaintances Hannah and Justin. "No need to say goodbye, Hermione," Jonathan told her. "You'll be seeing them tomorrow in school."
School? Hermione had forgotten about that. But, tomorrow? Was she really going to be able to handle it?
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A/N: Dun, dun, DUN! Will they be able to handle school? Review if you love me. And if you love me even MORE then review Potter's Ten and When Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean. Thanks:)