Haha. No, Harry will not be some sort of Jesus-figure to the Wesen – Haha. I have a reason and explanation for everything, but I don't want to spoil it yet. You'll all find out when Harry does. XD

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Coincidence? Impossible, much to Harry's misfortune. Insanity? Well, he's still debating that one. Sure, Harry could sense a small, squib-like magic in each of them, but as far as Harry knew, sensing magic was as unusual as him being a parslemouth. Maybe dying just made him more bonkers than he was before or perhaps it started with a few too many hits to the head in his childhood.

If the creature-descendants got too close to him or brushed by, their magic would react to his own, bursting open like a floodgate and causing their transformation of their appearances. It only lasted around a minute and wasn't repetitive, considering how many times Harry had gone in circles around the city, passing some of them several times and they never shifted a second time unless they seemed really startled or upset.

Harry attempted to ignore it, at least relieved that no one had tried to mob him for autographs or quotes, but it was really fascinating to see. Harry's own magic would react with a twisting whip of magic like a snake prepared to strike with a bright flare of orange-red before it cooled back to Avada Kedavra green, which Harry was hard-pressed to ignore. But Harry respected anyone's hate for attention and pretended not to notice, since he would prefer it if they did the same.

A few creature-descendants would stare in wonder, those are the people whose magic gave him generally positive emotions and characteristics, but the vast majority was more stunned than anything. But Harry was more confused with the amount of them. For every ten muggles, there was one of creature decent. Perhaps this town is an American safe haven of sorts? Do they have those in America?

He'll ask Hermione later.

Maybe because all the magical creatures got sick and tired of the treatment in other countries (Cough, like the Wizarding population in Europe) and came to America. Harry knew that, despite some of Hermione's valent efforts, that the Wizarding World still treated magical creatures like inferior beasts – or at least the England's part did.

America was known for being tolerant and acceptive of just about any kind of creature as long as they followed the laws, both the magical and muggle laws. Asian countries were strict about migration or immigration, but they treated their population just as they dealt with the Wizards kind. Other countries like Africa and South America were open for any magical to enter really, since they had made treaties with the magical creatures for years and were more connected on a spiritually magic sense to them than any other society.

Australia was just, no. Only the most dangerous magical creatures existed there alongside the similarly dangerous muggle creatures, but there were only small pockets of Wizarding kind there and most magical creatures couldn't survive over in such a different environment with formable threats.

Regardless, Harry restlessly tracked the flow of magic in effort to find an entrance into America's Wizarding World. It proved quite a waste of time, considering all he kept running into were dead ends. Hell, he even tried calling the Night Bus despite the nausea it induced. Either it was ridiculously protected or every Wizard kind in America was keyed into the wards or something, possibly to keep out the muggles who accidently stumble through wards or follow wizards in nosily. Though muggle-repealing charms were exceedingly useful, they were very suspicious should there be a group intentionally trying to enter but realize that something weird is happening to their memories.

The areas with the strongest sources of magic were in rather random areas, as if America's Wizarding World's floo connection was all scrambled or broken or if they had literally no idea why their magic was stronger in certain areas. Honestly, one was directly where two buildings were connected, another in a construction yard, etc. The only one that made sense was this quaint spice shop owned by some fox-descendant man, since any potions made there would be twice as effective. However, the man clearly had no inkling as to what Harry was subtly hinting. It was a hint about the Wizarding World that any magical creature should have understood easily, but nothing possibly revealing to someone ignorant of their own creature heritage.

Just Harry's luck that his best-possible chance was completely blown out of the water.

Merlin, Harry's headache is just worse now. Slipping off his fake glasses to message the bridge of his nose, Harry sighed heavily. He could just ask some of the creature-descendants around here where it is, but he didn't want to draw any more attention than he already had. At least the muggles completely ignored the random teenager running around.

Harry hated mazes. They caused bad memories and resulted in never-ending confusion when you could be snug and quiet at home with some treacle tarts and pumpkin juice. So after several more time-wasting dead ends, sore hands from hitting the wall in frustration, and no small amount of anxiety, Harry finally just gave in and went up to the nearest person with a magic source. He didn't even care if he caused a scene or if he was breaking the stature, because at least the American Aurors would come storming in to obliviate whoever Harry told.

This transformation was particularly rat-like, which made Harry internally grimace and snarl, but Harry was too fed up to care for his lingering loathing for everything rat-like. "Would you please help me get into the American Magical world? I'm from England and I've never visited before, so I'm afraid I'm lost."

Harry expected several reactions; a sneer from a possible snobbish creature decedent who was inevitably triggered by a Wizard expecting him to help like a servant – Harry had several experiences with this- or the man possibly reacting with relatively polite understanding and quick directions or help.

But nope, Harry received the utmost look of confusion and clear disdain, as if Harry was just another crazy person. Although the man seemed stunned by something, like the others, his scowl could make puppies die. Harry immediately read distrust and a tinge of fear that was quickly drowned out by some self-resentment, quite familiar with each emotion himself.

Harry would be impressed if his glare did not pale in comparison to Snape's. It did slightly offend him, reacting automatically out of habit (again, because of Snape and Malfoy) by bristling at the sneer, but he had grown used to both admiration and hatred. He had fangirls, sure, but there were still people who resented him for not killing Voldemort sooner or saving their loved ones.

The rat creature didn't even bother to reply, pushing past Harry with a scoff and disappearing into the crowd.

Well.

Harry was resigned with apparating back to Britain, using the ambient magic to help transport the distance even though it would likely knock him out and/or splinch a few limbs. Gathering his magic, he politely coaxed the ambient magic into assisting him, gasping when it all rushed around him eagerly. Swallowing hard, Harry winced at the thought of how sick this would feel and apparated using Grimmauld Palace as his destination.

The nausea was thrice as bad as usual considering the distance and the painful sensation of being sucked into an extremely tiny tube nearly had him pass out before he fully even apparated. Forcing him to continue, he vanished and was quite relieved to conk out the moment he landed.

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