Harry Potter sat in a private train car riding threw America towards California. It was July 8, 1993. Exactly one week since the hearing that had decided his and Willow's fate. For the last six days he had lived with his grandfather in Whitehall Manor. It had been very awkward between the two of them. Nether had much experience with being a grandson or grandfather. There was also the elephant in the room regarding Whitehall family alliances compared to Potter family alliances.
Victor had kept old associates at bay by feeding them the line that things where to delicate in the Wizarding World for meet and greets. With so many public eyes and ears on everything involving the Whitehall and Potter names, socializing would be somewhat difficult. The Purist Society had decided to keep a distance till things had settled down a little. This was a small comfort to Harry as he didn't know how he could set quietly while his grandfather comfortably chatted away with the very people who had hunted his mother and father alongside Voldemort. He still hadn't asked one question about his uncles.
The Wizengamot had convened on July 3 and decided to honor the wish of the A.R.F.M. and grant Willow diplomatic immunity. It hadn't taken long for the Americans to decide Drusilla had the strongest right to be Magical Guardian. So far nothing bad had come of this. Edward Winslow had brought Drusilla to the manor to formally meet Harry and Victor and swear to do all in her power to protect both children until they came of age.
A few people where still opposed to the ruling. The British Ministry of Magic wanted to compromise with the Americans by allowing Willow immunity only if Drusilla gave up her rights as Magical Guardian, but Drusilla refused, and England was forced to relent. The only rule that was truly made in England's favor was Drusilla could not leave Whitehall property unless she was on official business as Willow and Harry's Magical Right Guardian.
Harry wished one of his friends were with him at the moment but nether where. Hermione Granger was in France with her family on vacation and Ron Weasley was in Egypt on vacation with his. The Weasley family had won a large jackpot of gold and gone to visit their eldest son, William. They even had their picture in the Daily Prophet.
Harry would have to say his life had drastically improved over the last week. His grandfather had taken one look at his muggle clothes and ordered the House Elves to dispose of them. He had then taken his Grandson to Diagon Alley to perches a new wardrobe that consisted many of casual Wizard robes. Harry was wearing a set of expensive dark purple robs and black dragon hide boots with gold buckles.
His room was also a drastic upgrade from the last one he had at the Dursley's home. Whitehall manor was located in Scotland, just two miles west of Hogsmeade Village. It set on a twenty-acre lot surrounded by woods. There was a full sized Quidditch pitch out back with a large lake just behind that. The back side of the manor grounds held an exceptionally large area with green houses that were currently not in use. The manor itself was a three-story house with over forty-two thousand square feet of space. Harry's room was on the right side of the third floor. He had decorated it himself with a queen sized four poster bed and various Quidditch team posters.
At the moment Harry was sharing the train car with his grandfather Victor Whitehall, Rubeus Hagrid, who was the grounds keeper at Hogwarts, Clayton Reeves, who was a bodyguard that his grandfather now employed, and an American Auror named Anthony DiNozzo. Auror DiNozzo was the second in command of the Auror team that would now be solely responsible for diplomatic security for the Potters and Victor Whitehall.
Quit a few people wanted to go to California but in the end, it was decided that only those with a claim to Willow in some way could go. It had surprised Harry to learn that Rubeus Hagrid was in fact Willow's Godfather. Apparently, James had named Harry's Godfather Sirius Black and Lily had named Hagrid Willow's. When Harry had discovered that he had a Godfather he had asked Dumbledore about him. It was then the Headmaster had told Harry the sad tale about Black betraying the Potters to Voldemort and the fate of Peter Pettigrew. Black would spend the rest of his miserable life in Azkaban.
The train was interesting to say the least. It was completely magical with about five miles of line in each state. It would travel from the start of each line to the end and then seamlessly teleport to the next state's track. So far Harry had traveled through Alaska, Texas, and Hawaii twice as well as a few other states randomly. The order would always change from one trip to the next for security reasons.
If someone tried to gain access to wandless territory by any other means than the train, they would be hunted down by the Death Dealers or Aurors and detained or executed on the spot. A Death Dealer was someone how used magic to hunt and destroy evil magical beings. Mostly they hunted only demons, but they would be called to investigate illegal entry when it was detected.
Finally, after two hours of travel they were pulling into the station of Los Angeles. The station itself was located on the edge of the magical street Mermaid Avenue. From Harry's window he could see a bustling street full of people in colorful robes. The young Wizard's head began to swivel every which way the moment they stood upon the platform. He noticed there was a second set of tracks alongside the one there train used.
"Mr. Winslow, why is there two sets of tracks if there is only one train?" Harry asked.
"That's because Harry there is a separate train that only citizens of the A.R.F.M. may use. Unlike the American Magical Express the Purple Cloud Express only travels through the wandless territories and never enters Wizarding America. It also travels to other wandless countries on weekends." explained Edward.
The party of Wizards began to make their way up the magical street. All around them where signs of magic. There where children flying low on both brooms and carpets as well as various magical creatures that roamed freely about. One elderly witch walked by with her recent purchases floating behind her. After a surprisingly short walk they arrived at the magical hospital. Harry once more became confused about what he was experiencing and asked Edward Winslow.
"Mr. Winslow, why did that walk seem so short? I can tell by looking back we walked farther than what it seemed." Though no one else voiced an observation, they were all wondering the same thing.
"Well Harry you see there is a space time enchantment placed on the entire street. When you start to walk down the road you think about where you want to go, and the street moves you there faster. If where you want to go is on the street, the charm will help you get there. It won't work if you're confused or lost." Edward explained.
Harry simply nodded and took his first look at the Loving Angels Arms Hospital. The building didn't look like much at first glance. It looked no bigger than at two thousand square foot tree story tall complex that was painted purl white. A green sign above the door let you know it was in fact the hospital. To Harry Potter the building was one of the most intimidating places he had ever seen. In this building was one Willow Daisy Potter. He was about to meet the twin he never knew he had.