Harry found himself in a room explaining patiently that he was a follower of the older religions, namely that of Loki. At most he would celebrate during important days and play a minor prank once a month, or if he was really bored a big one.

At least Harry had a cover story for leaving England. He could claim that he had trouble controlling his ability to speak to snakes and it had drawn unwanted attention. None of the other students would even notice his presence now.

He was just another 'mutant' just one with more than a single power. And he liked it.

Two years after leaving Britain...

"What's this MRA nonsense about?" asked Harry.

"It's some stupid registration thing for mutants. They want us to out ourselves to the general public," said Bobby in disgust.

Harry blinked.

"Isn't that the same bullshit Hitler did to the Jews in Germany before World War Two started?"

They had recently covered that war and Harry had taken more than a passing interest in one of the aspects...specifically that of HYDRA and the mentions of an odd energy.

He had gotten reports of it from the American Ministry and according to rumor HYDRA had been using some sort of odd cube device that had unlimited energy. For some reason it stuck in his head long after he had finished his homework on the subject. Like a half forgotten memory of something.

"So what are you going to do now that you've passed those weird tests?"

"I was thinking of applying to a college. I heard there was an open spot for interns out near New Mexico," said Harry.

Another thing that had been bugging him was the name Jane Foster.

"Sure you'll be able to handle it?" teased Bobby.

"Why not? It's not like I haven't completed my magical education, or my normal one plus what Xavier insists we learn before we go out to the normals," said Harry.

"So are you going with Dr. Gray to this little meeting about the Registration Act?"

"I'm going as moral support and possibly act as the one to make counter arguments. Apparently I'm better at making reasonable debates than even the Professor," said Harry with a shrug.

Which was a bit of an understatement. Harry was the go-to mutant for getting out of trouble, and some of the kids had jokingly said his mutant name should be Silvertongue with how good he was at getting people to see his point of view. Strangely that name actually struck a cord with him, though he had no idea why.

Jean was up at the podium explaining mutation to a room full of politicians, most of whom didn't know anything about the mutant issue. Senator Kelly brought up some of the more noted mutants, most of which had already been brought to the mansion after being found out.

By the time he got to his Registration Act, Jean had already opened a link to her cousin. She would need his smooth talking skills to keep this from getting out of hand.

"Senator Kelly, are you a fan of history by any chance?" she asked.

"I fail to see what this has to do with your report Doctor Gray," said Kelly with a sneer.

"It is a fact that before World War Two, Hitler and the Nazi party were extremely bias against anyone who didn't fit their ideal of a perfect German. Gypsies, Jews, anyone who failed to fit their Aryan profile was persecuted. It is well known that before the Holocaust, Jews were forced to wear a Star of David on their clothing to identify their faith."

"I don't see what this has to do with..."

"It's also true that before the Civil Rights Act that African Americans were segregated simply because of the color of their skin. Over a hundred years ago women weren't even allowed to vote."

"Get to the point Dr. Gray. The good people here don't need their precious time squandered by a history lesson," said Senator Kelly.

However several people were looking at her with interest. In each instance she described, the same thing occurred. Persecution in the name of something that the victims had no control over.

"This Mutant Registration Act that you are proposing is almost identical to what the Jews were put through simply because of their faith shortly before the Holocaust. Mutants are in the minority compared to normal humans, however in America there are many laws which protect minority groups from being persecuted simply because of something they had no control over. Tell me Senator Kelly...are you really prepared to persecute a minority group simply because of a unique quirk in their genetic make up that they have no control over?"

Senator Kelly looked very surprised at the accusation.

"Doctor Gray, I hope for your sake you are not accusing me of being a racist!" he said angrily.

"The definition of a racist is believing you are superior to another simply because of the circumstances of someone's birth. Tell me Senator Kelly...if you truly believe mutants are inferior, how does that not make you a racist? These people have no control over their genetic make up any more than you have control over the fact that you were born a male."

She had him there. There was no way in hell Kelly could promote the bill which would force Mutants to register who they were and what their powers were without looking like a racist, something that wouldn't go over well at all with the voters.

Once the meeting was over, Harry noted that several Senators had agreed with some of the points he had made concerning mutants.

By the Constitution alone they should have been protected since they qualified as a minority group. Something Senator Kelly failed to realize, as had many others.

"That was very well played," said an older man.

Harry looked at him. He noticed an odd tattoo on his left arm and knew what that meant.

"Sorry if I brought up bad memories, but the sheer ignorance that bill encouraged made me sick. I happen to be good friends with mutants and I honestly never saw anything different between them and a regular human," said Harry.

"My name is Eric Lencher."

"Magneto. I've heard of you. You're one of those that support Mutant superiority and try to dominate the normal folks," said Harry.

"I see my old friend Charles has taught you well."

"He's an okay teacher, but his methods are fatally flawed. Still, he's better than Dumbledore ever was," said Harry.

Magneto paused, as he knew that name.

"You're a magical?"

"I hide as a mutant because I was being persecuted simply because of bad luck. Besides, Jean is actually my cousin on my mother's side."

That surprised him.

"Beyond that I actually have no quarrel with you or your cause. In fact I find Mystique rather fascinating, as her power appears to be a nonmagical manifestation of a known magical gift called Metamorphamagi. I believe one of my paternal cousins has the same ability, though I haven't seen Tonks in years."

He had the same gift, he just didn't use it.

"Fascinating that a wizard would defend the rights of a mutant," said Eric.

"I would be a hypocrite if I didn't. Wizards and mutants have a great deal in common in that the normal human fears them over something they have no control over. And like wizards, there are groups such as yours which promote racial superiority in retaliation."

"I do hope for your sake you are not comparing my Brotherhood to the Death Eaters," said Eric in warning.

"Just a few similarities. For one thing, while your group does promote mutant superiority, it does not go out of it's way to target innocent bystanders without being provoked first. Death Eaters target children and ordinary people, the Brotherhood of Mutants ignores them unless they do something to anger them first. So yes, while you and your group have several common factors in your doctrine, it is the intent which separates your respective factions," said Harry calmly.

Eric blinked. The boy had just compared him to those idiot Death Eaters while in the same breath complimenting him and his group for not targeting innocents.

Eric might have worried about the boy becoming a politician were it not for the fact he simply didn't care for superiority because of birth. Well that and the fact that the boy was British born meant that while he might rise to the ranks of an effective politician he would never become what the mutants needed...the president.

There were other alternatives to that though...

"Tell me Potter, have you ever considered becoming a lawyer?"

Harry grinned evilly.

"I thought you wanted to take that internship in New Mexico?" asked Jean. She was half amused, half terrified.

Ever since Magneto made that odd comment to Harry, he had been tearing through law books like no tomorrow. Thanks to his eidetic memory, he now knew most of the laws of America.

Too bad he had to go through the same amount of years as everyone else, unless he managed to make a name for himself.

Either way he was now the go-to for getting out of legal trouble for mutants.

Which was why Jean was actually worried...Harry was an 'EOV' according to the younger mutants...an Equal Opportunity Viper. This image was not helped in the least when he somehow managed to get his hands on a pit viper which he wore around his neck like a tie.

The reason why she was somewhat freaked out was because when he was in a bad mood, Harry could be downright vicious with his tongue.

On the other hand, he could be charming when he had to be. Which was why he had his own mutant codename.

Harry "Viper" Potter.

It was a common phrase around the Institute that if you pissed off the Viper you would get bit.

"So I heard you're taking the exams next week. Any thoughts?"

"They're letting me take online courses, since I was accepted as an intern with Ms. Foster. As long as my grades don't fall below accepted levels, I can work on my skills during the day while I work on the stars at night."

That was the great thing about interning in New Mexico...Jane Foster's work area was less than fifteen miles from a nearby college where they had law degrees. He could work on being a lawyer while he helped Ms. Foster in her attempts to understand the universe.

Having two very high level degrees would only look good on a resume later.

"When do you leave?"

"I'm taking the entrance exam first. If I pass, then I get into law school without having to go through college first. If I don't, then I fall back on my internship and get that degree before I try again," shrugged Harry.

Always have a back-up.

Harry went ahead to New Mexico where his recently bought trailer was waiting for him. It was less of a trailer than a small mansion thanks in part to liberal use of the expansion charms. It could also be considered a portable fortress with half the spells Harry had added to it.

Which was why he almost missed meeting the infamous Wolverine.

Harry was about to go finish packing after making a quick lunch of some sandwiches when he saw a man looking very disoriented wandering around. The moment he ducked behind a pillar, he smirked.

"You know it's rather pointless to hide in a school with at least three well known telepaths," he said bluntly.

"Wha...where am I?" he demanded.

"Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, I/E mutants. I take it you were brought here unconscious?"

He didn't say anything, but Harry could tell from his surprised look that had in fact been the case.

"Which means you woke up in the infirmary under the main school and were likely given sedatives due to injuries. No wonder you're disoriented. Would you prefer to eat first or meet the Professor?" he asked.

Hearing the rumble of the Wolverine's stomach, Harry snorted.

"Follow me to the kitchens. Just to warn you, we don't have any liquor here since the Professor isn't much of a drinker," he said.

"Damn."

"The second I hit twenty one, I am so drinking everyone under the table in the first bar I find," said Harry grumbling.

In England he would legally be allowed to drink anyway...hell, fifteen year olds were able to get their hands on firewhiskey all the time.

Despite being an English citizen allowed to live in the US, they refused to acknowledge the lower age limit in bars, despite having his passport and sworn statements otherwise.

He had not been pleased when he learned about that. Fortunately he had ways around it.

Thank Loki for aging potions and confundus charms.

Once Logan had been fed and watered, Harry lead him to the Professor.

After that he finished packing. He was gone by the next day.

"Hey short stuff," said Darcy grinning. Harry scowled. He hated that nickname, but he loved Darcy's sense of humor...when he aimed it at anyone but him.

The two were often pranking each other in between work and his classes.

There was a sudden shout from Jane.

"DARCY! HARRY! GET IN HERE NOW!" she roared.

Harry grinned evilly. Jane was the unfortunate victim of a minor prank war he had started with Darcy yesterday. She had been too caught up in his notes to overhear that particular conversation and Harry took full advantage of it. Selvig, the coward, had made a point to avoid the area while he looked up old Norse legends after hearing who Harry worshipped.

Mostly so he wouldn't be lost whenever Harry made the odd reference to a legend or two.

Darcy looked at the grinning Harry and had to ask "What did you do to piss her off?"

"I left some sites on her computer...she must have stumbled onto one of my little traps I left," he said.

Walking in, Darcy tried not to laugh when she saw the rather horrifying video containing two men and several items she would never look at the same way twice. Jane looked furious.

"Which one of you left this on here?"

"It's your fault for not paying attention. Selvig heard me challenge Darcy yesterday... or having you noticed he's been missing since breakfast?" countered Harry.

Jane looked irritated...and made a note to hit Eric for not warning her before he ran off.

"Which legend was he looking at today?" asked Darcy.

"Said he was going to look up Thor for some reason or another. Don't see why, Thor was a complete idiot in Norse mythology," said Harry grumpily.

For some reason, even the mere mention of Thor tended to annoy him. And the few fools who tried to capitalize his dislike of thunderstorms usually ended up on the wrong end of his acid tongue once he found them.

He wasn't afraid of thunderstorms per say, but he did get rather irritable whenever one came by. It was part of the reason why he had chosen to move to New Mexico...the arid climate wasn't very good at producing rain storms, let alone ones with lightning involved. And despite his scar, Harry really, really didn't like lightning.

As Harry and Darcy exchanged sniping comments (with no real anger behind them...it was all in good fun) Harry undid the first trap Jane had triggered, and the second to keep her off guard.

He had left numerous traps in her computers, and to be honest it was too amusing to remove all of them.