Harry Potter is The White Prince

Chapter 4

New Home in New York

A/N: The pun in this title wasn't really intended. I just didn't think of much else when it came to this title. Also, because I was bored, and also because I felt like writing and keeping the story going, here's another chapter on the way.

Either way, let's get started!

North Salem, New York, United States of America

July 25th, 1994, 4:25am...

"You still seem a little tired." Emma said as she and Harry arrived at her three-floor house that was just outside of the New Charles Xavier School for Mutants, where she told Harry that she worked at to teach. The house itself had half of an acre lot, the exterior was all white and even had a garage that could hold in 2 cars with more space to allow 2 more outside of it as well. The two were just standing in the doorway when Harry let out his yawn.

Harry didn't really care that much about whether he was tired or not, but he preferred that over being energetic. He slept while he was on-board the flight, which lasted 8 hours to reach New York, even though he only slept for about 5 of them due to how dark it was and how he ended up finishing the book he was given, leaving him with nothing but a tired brain and a dark place. They woke up upon reaching their destination, even if Harry didn't feel like he got all the rest he needed, but he still managed to get through security and took all of his luggage with him, before he placed most of it in the back of Emma's car that was parked in the airport, which was a 1994 Acura Vigor that was painted white, while Hedwig's cage was carefully placed in the back. They drove for nearly an hour before Emma finally reached her home and had to help Harry get all of his luggage out. Needless to say, Harry felt like it took a decade, but he was finally in his new home.

"Yeah, well when you only sleep for about 5 hours and have to wait over an hour to get back home, you don't feel like you have all the energy you need." Harry reasoned, yawning again as he stood at the doorway.

Emma just gave him a tired smile. "It's alright. I'm a bit tired as well." She admitted, patting his shoulder as she took out her keys and unlocked the front door. She then opened it up and allowed Harry to enter first as she flicked the switch onto the wall inside.

Harry took in the view of the house as he found himself stepping on the mat. The house in of itself had a chestnut wooden floor, looking the finest of materials that could be offered. The dining room table seemed to have also been crafted with fine pine oak, and had 6 chairs which seemed to have been built with black wood legs and high quality foam with a seat cushion, two on one side, two on the other, one chair on one end, and one chair at another. There was several clean drawers and one of the windows just on the right side of where the table was had the shades closed.

Slowly, Harry picked up Hedwig's cage and placed it on the table, who only hooted as she looked around. "Don't worry Hedwig," he whispered to the snowy owl. "You'll be able to get out of the cage soon." The owl remained quiet, but Harry knew that this was likely because she'd rather be in a house than another plane again. Knowing he'd probably have to let the owl out soon, Harry took further inspection of the house.

The house itself had the color of sapphire from the walls that were painted neatly, with a white door to a pantry at Harry's right. The family room was soon in view and Harry could see a very gray, but comfy looking couch that could hold up to 6 people as well as a gray loft chair on the side, with a large-screen TV, which measured about 75 inches, that was sitting above the fireplace, which surprised Harry since he knew that those were still majorly expensive, not even Vernon owned one when he was living in England. Behind the couch contained a large kitchen, which held numerous containers that had glass windows to see the contents inside, looking very polished and clean, tons of counter space which was composed of a very marble-like substance, and two-part sink, which had a large dishwasher underneath. There was a small kitchen nook to the side which seemed to include a microwave on top of a painted black storage container, which also had a large sized wine rack which could hold up to 48 bottles at the side. Beside the kitchen nook held a pair of doors that lead to a sunroom, and another set that lead to a screen porch. The sunroom had a large piano that seemed to be very clean and a small heater to generate heat with the touch of a remote. The screen porch was much larger, and seemed partially connected to the house, and contained a large spa area, with a large swimming pool constructed around a very strong gravel substance, and at least 5 large lounge chairs coated with foam and numerous pillows for comfort, with a major set of doors for entrance to the backyard.

"The second floor has nearly all of the bedrooms and most of the bathrooms. The third floor is my personal library, although I have an office in there for personal matters." Emma whispered. "The door to the left of the entrance is a small bathroom." She then had Harry follow him over to the dining room, and tapped on some of the flooring with her left boot. "There is a basement hidden underneath here. I'll allow you to see for yourself another time." She told him.

"Why are we whispering?" Harry asked, feeling strange about how quiet they were talking.

Before Emma could even answer, Hedwig began to hoot again, getting a little impatient about being stuck in her cage. "Not now, Hedwig. I haven't got settled into a room to let you out yet." Harry's reply didn't stop the bird, who tried to nibble at the lock as she kept on making noise. Harry scoffed before he rushed over to the cage and tried to pet the owl, giving Hedwig a little bit of comfort despite still being imprisoned.

"Is there a reason why he is here?" A voice had asked. Harry turned to his left and saw 3 blonde girls with blue eyes, who seemed to be around early adults, perhaps the age of 17, or 18, but they were dressed the same, with simple short-sleeved cotton nightwear, they had different colors, one was red, one was green, and another was blue. They seemed to be staring at Emma, but keeping Harry in mind.

"Oh, girls, um...I didn't know you were awake." she nervously chuckled.

"We just woke up." Said the one in red. "We heard your thoughts again and the bird wasn't the most quietest one you can find on the market."

"It's an owl, Phoebe." Said the girl in blue. "And he's really pretty."

"Um, it's a she." Harry corrected, trying to keep Hedwig occupied.

"Yes." Emma said, regaining her composure. "Girls, this is Harry; he'll be staying with us since I have gained custody of him while I was out in England. Harry, this is Phoebe, Mindee, and Celeste, the Stepfords and my protégés. Don't get their names wrong, they tend to get annoyed when that happens."

Harry wasn't sure on how to approach them, since they seemed to be rather snappy, and if anything seemed to have a distaste towards him not too differently from the Dursleys. "We aren't going to demand for you to leave, you know." Said one of the girls, making Harry blink a bit in surprise. "We may not know who you are, but I'm up to learning myself." Harry traced the voice the voice to the girl in nightwear who was wearing green, but he nodded.

"Alright." He said, gulping a little as he let his finger move away from Hedwig's cage. "Don't worry, girl, I'll let you out for a time after I get settled in." Hedwig gave off an annoyed sound, but she just turned away and didn't utter any further noise.

"You really shouldn't keep her in the cage for long periods of time like that." Said the girl in red.

"I can't help that." Harry replied, giving the girl a stern look. "Back in England she was almost never allowed to be out of her cage, and she just spent the last few weeks locked up again, so she's bored."

"So why..." the girl began, only for Harry to give her an angry glare, leading to her backing off. "Okay, okay."

"Anyway, I'll bite, so which is which?" Harry asked, feeling a bit tired to at least give a smile, but regained his calm composure. The girls that he was looking at heavily reminded him of Fred and George without their respective sweaters giving the first letters of their names, entirely familiar, with the notice going into the smaller details.

"Hey, your accent, it just came to me as you spoke. Are you from England?" The girl in blue asked softly, stepping up from the three.

"Yes." Harry confirmed, as if it was obvious. "I just got here after an 8 hour flight. I've never been to America before."

The girl in blue walked over to him and shook his hand. "I'm Celeste. If Miss Frost says you are welcome here, that's fine with me." She then walked back to where her sisters stood as the girl in green came up to Harry.

"Early morning." She greeted. "The name's Irma, but you can call me Mindee. If you're going to live here, that's fine, you probably will enjoy that since you likely had some weird experiences before Miss Frost found you. Just try not to be a troublemaker." She shook Harry's hand as she spoke this to him.

"I don't have reason to be one, but I'll do as you ask, thanks." Harry said, nodding. Irma took his word for it and she backed off, standing to Celeste's right.

The girl in red, which Harry assumed was Phoebe, rolled her eyes in annoyance before she walked up to him. "Call me Phoebe." She said firmly and quickly to him as she shook his hand. "Don't cause me any problems, or your balls will be my favorite target for my shin." She warned him.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Balls?" Phoebe poked her index finger down at his groin area, where he could feel it touching the base of his penis, and to a lesser extent, the scrotum that held his testicles, and he soon blushed at what that meant. "Oh."

"Be nice to him, Phoebe." Emma instructed, giving the girl a firm glare that she ignored. "He doesn't bite."

Phoebe ignored what Emma had just told her and squeezed Harry's hand before she released him, surprised at the touch as she looked at his physique. "Hmm." she blushed a little, but quickly hid it away before Harry could notice. "You feel and look like a strong kid, you must work out."

"Don't embarrass him, Phoebe." Celeste said, feeling a little bad for the blonde boy.

"What?" Phoebe interjected, "I just noticed that he's got muscle, it's not terrible to have."

Harry nodded, feeling a little awkward at the conversation that was going on. This wasn't anywhere as awkward as when people in the Wizarding World noticed him as the Boy-Who-Lived, but this was in a totally different place with another person who just adopted him. "Um, I'll talk more about that later. It's fine."

"Come along, Harry." Emma said, breaking things up. "I must show you your room. I was just about to when the girls came downstairs. Girls, walk with me. I'll need your services once I show Harry his room." Emma began to walk up the set of stairs that lead to the second floor, which consisted of a soft fabric while the stairway railing was made of iron, and coated with white paint to give it a powerful color and texture, where the stair landing had a small couch to sit on, and a small post for a lamp. When the second floor was reached, it seemed sparkly clean, with a balcony looking at the first floor below, and a few chairs to accompany the view. There were at least 5 doors present within the floor, with 3 present on the right side, and a set of 2 on the left, with one door at the far end of the hallway, all the while the sapphire paint color was still on the walls, which seemed to give a slight shin to any sunlight or light in general from lightbulbs.

"You can have this room." Emma said, pointing to the door that was at the beginning of the hallway and was the first door that Harry had reached. "There's 4 bedrooms on this floor, the first door on the left is a shared bathroom, although since there's more, this bathroom I usually reserve for guests. The door at the very end of the hall on the left is the master bedroom, which is where I rest, and the door at the end of the hallway is a closet." She then pointed to the door on the right end of the hallway. "That's where the Cuckoos sleep. I also have a small bedroom downstairs, but I will show you that later." She then walked up to a large chunk of the left wall, before she gave it a major push, revealing the wall to be a secret door, and it opened up to reveal a large staircase with the stairs being made of a very sturdy glass, while the railing was made of pinewood. The staircase seemed to be in circles, but lead upwards to a location Harry couldn't see. "This is one of the entrances to my personal library, although I enter primarily through an entrance I have in my bedroom. Don't be afraid to come up here if you need to study or want to read a book in privacy, there's 3 large glass windows that allow the stars or the sun to give major portions of light." With her work done for the time being, she then turned to her 'son'. "Do you need anything else?"

"You said that the bathroom here is reserved for guests with it being a shared bathroom. Are you saying that there's bathrooms in the bedrooms as well?" Harry wondered.

"Yes." Emma nodded. "The Master bedroom, and the bedrooms you and the Cuckoos occupy have full bathrooms installed, including a sink, toilet and shower. The other two, and the one downstairs don't." Emma let out a yawn, feeling tired from how long the flight was and the drive back home. "Alright now. Girls, help get Harry settled into his new bedroom. I have some papers I need to fill out, then I need to contact Scott and speak to him about certain matters in the morning."

"Yes, Miss Frost." The Cuckoos said, although Phoebe gave an unamused glare after she finished speaking. Within matter of minutes, the girls and Harry lifted up his belongings into his new bedroom, which almost made Harry wonder if he was in an apartment building just by looking at it.

The bedroom alone consisted of a queen-sized bed, placed on the opposite side of the room, which had blankets that seemed to be made of silk and colored red and had two large pillows on top, with a rectangular ottoman in front of it, and an area rug underneath the bed. Two large windows were side by side of where the bed was, with one on the left wall, and the other on the right, both of which were equipped with tan curtains. There was a large walk-in closet on the northeast side of the bed, although there wasn't much else on the right side of the room besides a large dresser that Harry knew he was going to use to store some of his casual wear, which helped out a bit. The bedroom also had a white ceiling with a cobalt coat of paint for the walls. The flooring was primarily made of a carpet like material, soft on the feet, and easily prevents things from breaking if dropped accidentally. On the left of the bed included a 70 inch desk, which had more than enough space for writing down notes, letters, or if he wished, to simply hook up a computer, with a large lamp sitting on top. Since it was empty though, Harry decided to keep it around and settled his inkwell, parchment paper, and his quills on the table, which was accompanied by a ottoman chair on wheels. There was also a door to the northwest of the bed, which Harry opened up to see was the personal bathroom.

Within minutes, Harry had everything he brought with him placed inside the bedroom, with most of what he didn't need at the moment in the closet, and Hedwig's cage present on top of the dresser. With his much stronger body, he did most of the heavy lifting, but the girls still helped him when he needed it most.

Unfortunately for Harry, shortly after he put Hedwig's cage down again, the owl started to hoot and bark a little louder than before, wishing to just exit and finally be out. "Ugh," Harry groaned, "Hedwig, I don't have anything ready right now. I'll write something for you to deliver soon, but I need you to wait just a little bit longer." He begged, hoping for his snowy companion to understand. Despite his plea, the white owl still wished to be out, nibbling at the padlock that was on her cage.

"You better be quick about what you're planning to write." Phoebe said, "She's not going to be friendly if you keep her in there much longer."

"I'm aware of that." Harry scoffed. "It's just that she hates this kind of time due to this usually being the time she finds herself locked in here with nothing to do." He tried to comfort the owl in her cage as he tried to think of something to keep her occupied before he would start working on the letters he needed to write. Quickly, he remembered his large suitcase. He looked behind to see it laying next to the desk. "Help me get the owl treats. They're in my luggage. Open it up." Celeste, who was the closest to the case, opened it up, before she found the container of treats that Harry was looking for and tossed them to him. He quickly opened the container up and fed Hedwig some of them to help her calm down. "This may not be like being out, but eat. You'll feel a little better." He said to Hedwig, who quickly fed on them, although she almost choked on one as she consumed the ones in Harry's hand. Thankfully, within moments of eating the treats, she began to calm down, giving Harry a much needed sigh of relief.

"When did you get her?" The Cuckoos asked, nearly startling Harry because of how they spoke in unison, like he was hearing voices in his head.

"Um, 3 years ago. She was given to me as a gift, very lovely one that people could get." He chuckled, keeping his talk to a minimum.

"She's really pretty." Celeste said, although Hedwig didn't seem to like her as she gave her a slightly dangerous glare, as if Harry was the only one who deserved her love, and not really to anyone else. "Quite serious, too."

"She can be a little rough to those she doesn't know, but she gets things done." Harry smirked, almost seeing Hedwig give him a slightly stern look.

Celeste just nodded while Phoebe spoke up, giving Harry an unamused face, as if she just wanted him to outright leave. "Now, will there be anything else?" She asked with an annoyed tone.

Harry shook his head. "I'll take care of everything else." He assured, taking the padlock off of Hedwig's cage, but keeping the cage closed, placing the padlock aside.

Phoebe wanted to just kick Harry out, but she chose not to say anything, and she departed from the bedroom alongside Mindee and Celeste, who shut the door upon leaving the room. When they were gone, Harry chose to unpack and took some of his clothes out and had them placed aside in the dresser, before he took out his nightwear and placed it on the bed, planning to get a shower almost immediately after the letters were written. With the clothing out of the way, and his ink and paper on the table, he checked the light switch next to where the bedroom door was, seeing that it turned on a large light that was built onto the ceiling and lit up the whole room, but he turned it off and sat down at the desk, turning the lamp on before he took up his quill. 'What should I write to my friends to let them know that I'm alright, but also so I can have the wizarding community not follow my movements?' He wondered. He likely would have to either keep Hedwig with Ron and Hermione, or have her return almost immediately after the few letters he had written were sent to their location. He thought that the travel distance would help Hedwig, since it would make up for being stuck in the cage for so long, as well with that she managed to fly to France and back to the United Kingdom when she delivered Hermione's present to him. Sadly, this could only be done once, and after that, he'd have to keep her low, or only let her out for a couple of hours and not far off from where he was. 'I hope Hedwig can handle this fine. Merlin, this is going to suck.' Carefully, he dipped the quill in the inkwell, and began to write, trying to avoid any splatter.

Dear friends,

I don't know if you will notice who I am once you see me again, since I had undergone some physical changes since the two of you last saw me. I'm only going to be able to write this one letter since I'm trying to keep low within the wizarding community as well as how I moved to a different country.

I found out that I have another aunt from my maternal side. My mother apparently was adopted at some point and had been living under the Frost family, where she lived in the United States while still retaining her education at Hogwarts. I had just met my Aunt just recently, about a night ago, her name is Emma Frost. I didn't initially want to, but considering the options regarding my education and how I probably already am on thin ice because of me bringing her to find my mother's will in Diagon Alley, I chose to come with her to live in the United States. I'm in New York right now, in a town called North Salem. Don't be alarmed, I'm living here of my own free will.

Sometime after my Aunt had arrived and taken me off of the hands of the Dursleys, she had blood adopted me, since my mother approved of this before I was born. My eyes have changed a little and my hair is much different now, but I'm still myself in terms of...well, spirit. I'm glad to be rid of the Dursleys at last, but I'm not sure what else to expect now that I'm in this spot.

My new Aunt, from what I know right now, is a teacher here in America, and she has three protégés, who are sisters. She also is a mutant that can use telepathy. I never thought I'd know of someone who had powers like that, ones that without the usage of magic can reach anyone's minds or imagination. It's insanely fascinating and brilliant. Regardless of that, she's likely going to have me inside of the school, which I guess I'm willing to see for myself what it has to offer.

One last thing. Do NOT tell Dumbledore where I am right now. When I learned about the will that my mother and father had left behind, I discovered that Dumbledore had kept the will hidden from me, even though it was actually right underneath my nose as I entered the vault for the first time those 3 years before. I don't know what he's up to, or why he chose to do this, likely something to do with a protection I was given to prevent my death from Voldemort. If you must, you can share this information with those you trust, but please keep it to a minimum. I don't want more trouble right now, and I still need to think things over.

As I said above, do not expect many following letters, as I need to keep a low profile, especially since there is a conflict going on between Mutantkind and the Wizarding World. Try to be careful as you keep this knowledge into your hands.

Harry Potter

He wrote several names for who the letter was addressed for, mainly Neville, Ron, Hermione, Sirius (for obvious reasons), Fred and George and a couple of others. Once he was certain that he had all of the names he wanted, which was less than 10, he went to his nearby window and opened it, then rushed over to Hedwig's cage and opened it as well, allowing her to get onto his forearm. "Alright, girl, your time has come. I need you to deliver some letters to the names I have put down. Once you've delivered them all, return here immediately. I need things to be kept quiet right now. You'll need to travel a very long distance both when you arrive and get back, so don't delay after the final letter has been delivered, okay?" She gave him a small hoot, as well as rubbing the side of her head against his cheek. "Good, make it fast, you won't have much time." He picked up the letters with his spare hand, before he gave them to her, which she held with her beak. He then walked over to the open window, and held his forearm out, allowing Hedwig to take off. 'Make it quick, girl. The time difference between here and there will help make things easier if you're fast.' He then let out a very heavy breath that he didn't know he was holding in, before he picked up his nightwear and entered the bathroom inside of his bedroom.

Harry's shower lasted for about 6 minutes, letting the hot water touch the sturdy glass walls of the shower stall as he took the supplied shampoo and body wash to clean himself before he began to dry himself using the pink towel that was present as well, stepping onto the rough, but nicely decorated Vinyl floor as the small window in the bathroom remained closed. It was a nice towel, very soft and got him very dry within minutes as well as allowing him to feel refreshed as he put on his glasses and looked in the bathroom mirror. He now noticed that his eyes were more of a pale blue than green, even though there was a slight tint still present there, and his hair was now more blonde than black, but his scar was still there, and he still had more of his dad's face than anyone else's. Still, he didn't expect to have such a muscular body that he was beginning to show, even though it felt comfortable and he was satisfied to have. Hopefully, he would be able to control the powers that he had from his Aunt Emma better, and be able to possibly merge them with his magical abilities. He didn't want to think of the Wizarding World at the moment, since he still needed to think over his priorities, and what he was going to do now that it's going to be known that he's related to a Mutant. He could tell it wouldn't be good, so he'd have to keep things cool.

His mind nearly drifted off that he didn't notice until he left the bathroom that he almost forgot to put his nightwear on. Thankfully, he remembered in the nick of time and threw it on before he could end up making himself look stupid. As he left the bathroom, he noticed that Phoebe was standing in the doorway. "Huh, you really DO work out." She said, taking notice of his muscles and pecks were touching the surface of his shirt, like they just wanted to bulge out. Harry rolled his eyes, since he didn't see the relevance of looking at his large muscles.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked, not wanting to spend much longer up since he just wanted to rest his head.

"You better make sure you don't cause us any trouble, bud." Phoebe warned, stepping into the room. "I already had to deal with Xorn who was trying to cause trouble at the school Miss Frost teaches at, and I lost two of my sisters before you even came here, one of which I blamed Miss Frost for even though I know it's not her fault now. If I have to find a reason to use your balls as my personal target for my shin, or my knee, you better be ready to feel extreme pain." She was giving him a very deadly glare, like she could attack him within an instant.

"Why do you think I'm going to cause trouble? I don't have any reason to!" Harry argued.

"There's some people who can be total jerks behind their backs when they seem friendly in front of you. Don't make me think that this is the same case with you, because if I find a small sniff of trouble from you, you're not going to last long here, even though you're allowed to live in this house. By the way, where's the owl?" She asked, taking notice of the empty cage.

"She's out right now, I had some letters written so she could deliver them." Harry said.

"Really? You better hope that your fears are things you can handwave away, or else that'll be just a disaster waiting to happen. That bird will need to be let out, but she can't stay out for long, because if she is, then it's likely that people will take notice, and if someone such as a normal human can take notice, how far behind can those people you're trying to hide from be?" She raised an eyebrow, trying to get his reasoning behind what he was doing.

"What exactly are you asking me right now?" Harry wondered, feeling annoyed at the girl in front of him.

Phoebe gave him an odd eye, as if she was trying to stare into his eye for any wrongdoing, before she found nothing and continued. "Keep the owl being out of the cage to a minimum. She could be seen as a signal and one that's not in your favor. And don't harm my sisters directly either, or else you will know true suffering."

"Why do you think I'd be abusing my right to be here? I just came to this house!" Harry interjected, growing annoyed.

"How do I know that you're not a total douche?" She eyed him, with Harry returning the eye.

"If I wanted to harm you, or your sisters, I would have done so by now. But I have studies and other aspects that I have learned about and need to unpack them nice and easily. This kind of behavior isn't going to help me. Now, can we please just let this go and get some sleep? I'm not in the mood to argue." He demanded, not wanting to let this go on any further.

Phoebe breathed through her nose, but she still looked annoyed at him. "Fine, but I'll be keeping an eye on you as much as my sisters do. Celeste and Mindee might be okay with you, but you're not clear with me yet." She turned around and started walking towards the door, before she turned around one more time. "Oh, I almost forgot." She scooped something up the hallway and held it in her hands, which was a small, portable radio that had an antennae attached with AM FM options and a volume knob. "I found this while I was inside of the house when my sisters and I made ourselves home in our room. We never used it, but it's got a set of batteries that were never used, and it seems to be still working. I have no use for it, but Celeste suggested I give this to you if you want it."

Harry was surprised at that, usually whenever he got something from the Dursleys, it was either something that Dudley had broke, or something he couldn't wear anymore, or something he just got bored of using. And considering how quickly he would break things, that was a lot. He didn't think he would get something that seemed to work for free like non-magical technology, but if it seemed to work, it didn't sound like a bad idea.

"Well, okay. There's not much in this room anyway." Harry said, accepting the portable radio.

"Don't push it." Phoebe said. "You'll only need a couple of new DC 3V batteries if the old ones wear out. Try to keep the volume low." She then tossed him some extra batteries onto his desk before she walked out and closed the door behind her. Harry put the portable radio onto the side of his desk, before he settled in and crawled into his new bed, putting his glasses aside as he decided to get some extra hours of sleep.

Meanwhile...

Privet Drive, United Kingdom

July 26th, 1994, 9:55am...

"I don't know where he had gone, Dumbledore. I swear to god I didn't. I was taking care of my cats for the night before I was heading off to bed when the boy just randomly seemed to have left. I don't know what could happened to him, but he was just gone and I had no idea on where he could have gone." Arabella Figg told the old man, feeling so helpless knowing that she failed in the one task that she was trying to uphold.

"Arabella, I do not blame you." Said the headmaster of Hogwarts. "It seems to be that rather quickly, Harry must have gone off and left. I'm really disappointed that he had left, and I will speak to him about this matter, but I'll speak to the Dursleys myself to know where he might have gone." He assured the old woman.

"I hope you do, Dumbledore. I want to smack the one person who thought it was smart to just pluck young Harry away like that." Arabella said, being a bit boastful despite knowing how much of a mistake that could be.

"I suggest you let things like this be handled by me, Arabella. Take care of your cats, I will pay the Dursleys a visit." Dumbledore shooed the old lady back into her home as he walked over to the Dursley Residence, hoping to find some answers of what had happened just recently. As he approached the door, he gave a quiet knock. He heard some grumble as the door opened, and Vernon Dursley was revealed to be on the other end of the door. "Good morning, Mr. Dursley."

Vernon's face was filled with pure horror, like nearly all of the color just faded away and he would die within seconds. He never wanted to see the man at his doorstep ever, but now here he was, trying to ask him questions that were of importance. "Wha-wha-wh-wha-?" He stuttered, being unable to find the words he needed to say.

"Mr. Dursley, would you mind if I come in?" Dumbledore asked politely, trying to see what he could do to handle the situation. The pale man just simply stepped out of the way as Dumbledore made his way into the hallway, all the while Petunia heard the commotion and tried to stay upstairs and handle the laundry. Dudley wasn't home, as he was out playing with friends, but that didn't change much of the atmosphere.

Dumbledore made himself comfortable and sat at the kitchen table, with Vernon just wondering if he was going to vomit or not. "Now, Mr. Dursley, I usually wouldn't be here because I keep my business outside of the muggle world, but I have come to notice that your nephew has left the household. Arabella Figg had just reported that a large automobile had come up to the house, and since then Harry hasn't been seen at your home. Since he wasn't supposed to leave by any means because of the sacrificial bond, I must ask...why did you allow this to happen? And where did he go?" He kept his grandfatherly voice all the same, but there was disappointment in his tone that was sprinkled inside his words.

Vernon really didn't want to speak, but he could tell one way or another that the headmaster would find a way, even if it wasn't by his free will. "Don't...don't do it, magic can't be used-" He startled.

"I am well aware of that, Mr. Dursley, but I need to know what has become of your nephew since he wasn't by any means supposed to leave." Dumbledore said, holding his hand up.

Vernon still felt his teeth chattering, but he had no choice but to keep talking. "He..." he sighed, feeling scared but weak. "He had another aunt, and left with her. He made the case of how we didn't want him within our home, which I couldn't lie about it anymore, and since he didn't want to stay, I couldn't make him. So, he packed up everything he had, and took off like the wind with her."

Dumbledore began to get worried. Who was this new aunt and where did she take Harry? Dumbledore had the will hidden because he wasn't going to allow anyone who wasn't a blood relative of Harry to be in custody of him due to the fear of Voldemort or the Death Eaters returning and the love Lily gave him would keep him safe from them, so how could this have happened? This was all for the greater good. "Took off? Who did he leave with? Where did he go?" He asked, keeping his grandfatherly tone, but slightly wearing off.

"I don't know!" Vernon begged. "Emma Frost, this woman that my wife's sister knew came in and told me that she was taking the boy off my hands. She's not some magical freak, but I know what those mutant people could do. I couldn't do anything, so the boy packed his things and left with her because apparently there was a will that made it so that he wouldn't be with us despite him being here for years. And no, I don't have a bloody clue where they could have run off to. Hope some thug blew their brains out quicker than my drills." He groaned.

Dumbledore thought this over as he put together what had happened. 'Frost. The Frost family from the States. The same ones who helped the Americans win their Independence during the Revolutionary War.' Dumbledore knew that this wasn't good, even if he was involved with magic, he would have to deal with more than just one supermutant, since he knew it was highly likely she took Harry over to the United States. This wasn't good, this wasn't going to help.

"Well, Mr. Dursley, thank you for your time." Dumbledore said, before he cast a memory charm onto Vernon, then, checking everywhere to see that nobody was watching him, stepped out of the house and apparated from the Privet Drive neighborhood.

North Salem, New York, United States of America

July 26th, 1994, 8:30am...

Harry let out a good yawn as he got out of bed, feeling slightly better with the extra hours of sleep he gained from the early morning hours. He never really got as much sleep as he usually would unless if it was within the grounds of Hogwarts, since either he would have been forced to wake up early by his Aunt and Uncle, or bad dreams would have come into his mind and invaded it and prevented him from getting the rest he would need.

He wasn't sure how he was going to spend his first day in America, but he remembered this time that he wasn't in Privet Drive anymore, which was a rather nice touch to have instead of being forced to keep being miserable and sitting in that prison cell that he called a 'room'. This was different, and a better change of pace that he needed. Whether others knew it or not, this was something he was beginning to like already.

Harry looked to the left of his bed to see that the window was still open, which he had kept as such so Hedwig could easily fly back once all of the letters were delivered. He understood that he already told the owl that it would take a while for her back and forth, but that didn't change his worries for his loyal companion. 'Please hurry back, girl.' Harry hoped, as he proceeded to get out of bed and got dressed, putting on a nice blue t-shirt, with some orange cargo pants and short black socks with his comfortable shoes. He had just got done getting dressed when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in." He said, "I just got done getting dressed." The door to his bedroom opened and in came one of the blonde girls, although Harry couldn't tell who it was this time because of the school uniform she was wearing.

Before he could even ask who it was, the girl lifted her hand up. "It's Celeste." She said, putting any wonder in Harry's mind to rest. "Has...has Phoebe been acting hard on you?" Harry simply nodded, not really saying anything as he checked his glasses were clean before he slid them back on. "Try not to act like she's a thorn in your side when she's talking to you. She's just, being a bit protective with how recent events have caused things. She's still a team player and one who listens, but she doesn't want similar actions that went on in the past to re-occur."

"But why is she acting like I'm going to cause another problem? She only met me like...3 hours ago, and already she's acting like I'm the British version of Dick Tracy." Harry replied, being aware of a little bit of pop culture.

"It's mainly her keeping her guard up for a bit, since things are still a little recent. She can be aggressive when things aren't looking good to her, but she will calm herself overtime. She's trying to keep an eye open for what could be coming up, but not hurt someone else." Celeste explained, trying to get Harry to understand.

"But that doesn't mean she should treat me badly. I don't want more of the same old shite that I had to deal with when I lived with other relatives." Harry complained.

"I get what you're saying, Harry. Just don't let it get to you, that can get anyone in trouble." Celeste told him, hoping that he will understand in time. As she looked at the ground, thinking of something, a thought had popped into her mind. "What do you like having for breakfast?" She asked, giving him a small smile.

Harry looked back at her, but the question he didn't really have an answer to. He couldn't really say since he would sometimes skip breakfast, and other times, he was forced to cook for the Dursleys. Food was nice to eat, but he wasn't one for a passion regarding the topic. "I'm not sure. I don't really have a preference." How could he?

Celeste gave a small nod, before she looked back at him. "Miss Frost will be gone for a bit, so Mindee and Phoebe will be cooking up something." She was about to turn around and leave, but just as she was about to walk out of the door, she turned to look back at him, examining him, since she was curious at how off he seemed to be. Sure, he was still learning about her and her sisters, but so far she wondered if perhaps he was mostly using that as a front and really didn't say much to anyone in public. It was a shell, but a slightly strange one at that. Perhaps what she could offer him would help him not only want to spend time with them, but also help him adjust to his new living conditions.

Without any further reasoning not to do so, Celeste spoke again. "Do you like horror films?" She asked him, softly.

Harry felt a little...down when he heard that question. Sure, he didn't really see any horror films as to what Celeste was suggesting, but considering his life would be in a way a major horror film in of itself, considering everything he had just done over the course of three years, it would be wondering how those films were different than what he did. Regardless, he chose to be honest. "Um...I haven't really seen many films. I wasn't allowed to." He explained, feeling awkward just saying that.

Celeste nodded again, before she took a deep breath. "Well...would you like to...watch something with us on TV? Mindee just noticed that Candyman is playing on TV soon, and we're going to watch it as it plays. There will be ads, but the film holds a premise with questions and mythology."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the title that Celeste had mentioned. "What's Candyman?" He wasn't really against the idea of spending time with the girls even if he just met them, but that film wasn't a name he could remember.

"Oh, you'll like it. It's a horror film that's about the spirit of a dead man whose legacy goes on by mentioning his name. It also goes into racial tensions and the like." Celeste explained, trying not to spoil anything for him.

Harry nodded, not really knowing if the film will sound good or not, but he might as well try. "Alright." He said. Celeste smiled and took his hand before they got downstairs.

As Celeste was taking Harry downstairs so breakfast could be ready and served to eat while watching a horror movie, Emma was at Xavier Institute For Higher Learning, speaking to Scott Summers, better known as Cyclops, in a quiet section of the school.

"So, because of this adoption process, he's now starting to gain your powers?" Scott asked, trying to put everything together as he and Emma spoke.

"Yes, and he's going to need training not only with those abilities, but we'll need to speak to someone who can teach him how to use magic, since he started at a magical school just a few years ago." Emma explained to him, trying to figure something out.

"Oh jesus, Emma. First I end up losing Jean, then the school gets nearly destroyed by Xorn who posed as Magneto, Charles is out trying to get Genosha rebuilt, and now you bring a nephew you adopted as your son into this?" Scott facepalmed.

"Scott, I wasn't going to allow him to live under a roof where he would be living horribly until he was 17. No child should be forced to live under a roof where they aren't loved and simply kept there against their will because of blood." Emma tried to explain.

"Oh yeah? Are you going to be telling that to the International Magic Confederation? For god's sakes Emma, we already have bad blood with the Witches and Wizards of this world, having someone who is probably deemed a serious person back in their world would just cause relations to be disastrous. I mean, what were you thinking?!" He scolded her.

"I was thinking about what should come of him first, and not what he should deal with because of a thing called DNA. I'm well aware that what I did won't make the Wizarding World like us, but I wasn't going to allow someone that my own sister trusted me to look after just suffer and go through horrible things that he shouldn't have gone through to begin with. My sister trusted me to look after her child, and I agreed to do that!" Emma fired back, not wanting to take this because of how unfair it was for her 'son's' well-being.

"Maybe...maybe not." Scott said, a major vein on his forehead beating as he tried to hold himself together. "But this isn't going to help us with the wizarding world, if anything it will give them even more reason to fight us. I know what you did for the kid was justified, but this doesn't take away how much of a problem this creates." With that, Scott got up from his chair and began to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Emma asked.

"I need a drink, I have to think this through, Emma. I'll talk to you later after everything's been thought of." He promised, before he continued to walk off, leaving the conference room empty, with only Emma standing in the room.

A/N: Alright, so the whole conflict between the Wizarding and Muggle world will happen at some point, but not right at the moment. This is primarily building it up because of the different viewpoints and how magic should be used to either help or be kept secret from whatever is going on.

Regardless, I don't feel that bad writing this chapter, since I liked this far more than the original re-write version and I also wanted more detail in the relationship done between Harry and the Stepford Cuckoos which I felt both my re-write and the original story was beyond lacking in. I also made sure to put some emphasis onto the core parts of the Cuckoos as they are known in-canon.

Lastly, when I initially wrote the house for Emma to live in, it was mainly based on a house I was looking up to live in myself in South Carolina that was around $274k. It was my original impression for the house Emma would live in, but then I realized that as a billionaire, that kind of house wouldn't be acceptable, so I decided 'you know what? Let's try to combine the two', where you feel like it's a house that obviously for a rich person, but it also has parts of it that make you feel like anyone could own it.

Either way, good luck out there readers, see you next time!