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This chapter takes place at the same time as the previous one.

Alexander sat on his bed, lost in thought.

"Harry, you can't be seriously considering this!"

"Yeah mate, that's just not right."

"Of course I am going to keep my child."

"That thing is not a child, Harry. It must be destroyed"

Dumbledore's eyes no longer twinkled. They were cold and hard as he ordered him to kill the child who had yet to even be born, much less experience the world. He did not say 'sorry' or offer any condolences. The last nice thing he had heard the man say was how sorry he was for Sirius's death.

"I can't believe you guys. I just lost my godfather, there is no longer a need for the Dursleys to keep me around now that Voldemort is gone. This child is my only true family."

Harry had begged, but that would not stop the headmaster on a rampage.

Harry had sacrificed too much for Alexander to give up just because Rosaline ran away. That might sound bad, but he had to protect her whether she wanted to be protected or not. There was no security for mutants against wizards, Xavier could not protect her for long and showing his face to them would only alert the American Ministry faster.

Alex needed a plan.

He did not sleep that night, he worked on his plan. Well, he considered working on his plan but was became sidetracked thinking of Rosaline.

How well had she adjusted to being a mutant?

Was she okay with leaving? Of course she was, he reasoned or else she would have come back.

Had she gotten to the school yet?

Was she okay?

At the same time, his logical mind was telling him that she was having a better night that he was. He probably drank the remains of his coffee stores staying up.

Coffee was probably the greatest invention that he hadn't known about until he got to the states. The first rule of hiding was adapting and learning how to fit in with your surroundings so that no one questions your place. So, of course, right after he arrived in the states, he became instantly addicted to the caffeine drink. It helped him a lot for his studies. He could stay up for as long as he wanted.

It had definitely helped him when he learned to talk like a 'proper' American. It's not like Americans didn't have accents too, just different ones. He just had to condition himself to say 'chips' instead of 'crisps' and things like that.

In the morning, he called in sick for that day. He would most likely not return to work for a while, after all. After that, he called the local school. He dialed the number and waited impatiently as it rang on the other end.

"Hello, Maybrook High School." Answered the nasally voice of a school secretary.

"Ah, yes. This is Alexander Smith calling on behalf of Rosaline Smith. She is a sophomore."

"Thank you, just a moment please."

Alex could almost hear her typing away at the computer painstakingly slow. It took a great amount of restraint not to start tapping his foot. It's not like she could see him, but it was a bad habit to have.

"Yes I found her file. Am I to assume she will be missing school today?"

"Yes, um, actually, she is going to a private school now. She will no longer be attending Maybrook High."

"Oh," He could almost see the expression on her face. One of complete shock. She honestly thought that her school was so amazing that no one would want to leave. "Sir, I'm afraid that the paperwork for that is more complicated-"

"It's really not," He interrupted, "Rosaline Smith will no longer be attending your school. You deal with the paper work."

Alex hung up on the secretary. He really didn't have the time or especially the patience to have a long, drawn out conversation that would accomplish nothing.

Now that that was done, he had to think of his next action.

Contrary to popular belief, the American ministry was in no way better or more lenient than the British ministry. They could even be considered worse. In order to enter the country, you had to register with all of your legal information, basically, your whole life story. If anyone tried to apparate, they found themselves in a government building, at a special apparation point. If they tried it without the correct clearance, they would be placed within a temporary holding cell. In the muggle world, there were special magic detectors so that magical 'beings' could not enter that way without being caught.

With the Americans' fear of terrorism came even more fear of dark magic. Magical beings may have fewer rights in Europe, but in America, it was still legal to hunt them. People who hunted creatures for a living went without persecution and were even encouraged.

Needless to say, Harry had only gone to the American Ministry once; to get his magical license. He also had the ability to travel between London and America for a span of a few weeks so that he got all of his possessions. On the last trip was when he took Rosaline. They went through the muggle airport. That was when he became sure that Rosaline would never have any magical abilities.

Back onto the topic at hand, Alex went back to the ministry that day. He sat in the waiting room with many other witches and wizards waiting to get magical licenses or some other thing that they needed in order to travel. No one noticed him. He quickly opened up his special magic powered laptop and hacked into the magical internet.

He found the mutant records. Luckily, the system hadn't kicked in yet, but he panicked when Rosaline's file was red-flagged as she was connected with a registered magical immigrant. An immigrant that had never renewed his license and had virtually disappeared.

Alex quickly released a virus that he had created especially for the purpose of destroying government information. The virus was called; creatively 'the devil's snare' and it choked the roots of the system. It was like choking a person, the oxygen stops getting to their brain and information is lost. Not that he would know that from experience. The system, however, was fighting back spectacularly. He needed to funnel his own magical power into the computer to stop it from losing the unseen battle.

So as not to be suspicious, Alex stayed in the waiting room for another half hour. He waited tensely as American aurors started to panic, learning of the disturbance.

Getting home, Alex collapsed onto his bed, exhausted. He had almost been too late. He doubted that anyone would make the connection between his attack and Rosaline Smith.

She was safe, if only for a little bit.

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Short, sorry. It's just a bit of backstory on what Harry/Alex is doing. I'm kinda confused on whether or not to call him Alex or Harry. I think he will be Alex from now on.

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