Hello people!

The idea and basic outline of this story is adopted from amypop's story "New Wolf in Town", which has since been removed.

All characters rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling (The Harry Potter universe) and Stephenie Meyer (The Twilight Saga). The basic storyline up until the fifth chapter belongs to the user 'amypop' here on fanfiction, anything after that is mine. I have/am going to kidnap a few ideas from at least one or two different stories here on ff,net, but there will be a while before these come into play so I'll wait with mentioning which ones for quite a while longer.

/Minna Vipera

Edited on 16th of October 2018

"Speaking normally"

'Thinking'

(Author's note)

"Telepathy/Pack talking"

"Animals talking"

Wednesday meant going to Seattle. Going to Seattle meant dealing with wizards.

Since none of the three knew very much about the customs of the local magical society they eventually decided on finding somewhere near the magical quarters and – for a lack of better words – spy on them for a few hours. Three simple colour changing spells, a few gallons of hair-taming products and some muggle make up later and no one would recognise three of the most searched after females on the magical world.

The Marauders Map – World Edition provided them with the location for every publicly known magical settlement (and a few not-so-very-known ones the makers had stumbled upon on accident, including a society of sirens Sirius had apparently been very interested in exploring) and finding a small café just outside it – run by a pair of magicals who were paid by the local MACUSA department to essentially spy on everyone who entered the area, muggle and magical alike – didn't take many minutes. After convincing the owners that yes, they were magical, and no, they had no intention whatsoever to reveal anything about magic to the muggles (they got a few blank looks at that before explaining that they meant non-magicals). They stuck to the story of fleeing from Europe during the London terrors and trying to decide on where to settle next. The slightly edited story was eventually accepted and they spent the next hour and a half in the café observing *cough*spying on*cough* people while before deciding to enter the boring-looking office building that hid the Seattle magical community. The people coming and going were dressed in muggle clothes, albeit somewhat old-fashioned ones, but they didn't think their own clothes would stick out too much. If push came to shove they could always invest in some new clothing inside.

Inside the building the girls were met with the hustle and bustle one would find in a well visited muggle shopping mall, but still nowhere near what they would associate with Diagon Alley and its complete chaos. It would seem that while the American magicals generally hated and feared muggles on a level way higher than even their most pure-blooded British counterparts they were fully capable of stealing the muggles ideas and claiming them as their own. The layout of the place closely resembled a muggle shopping mall and a very wayward muggle could probably pass through large parts of it without realising its magical nature unless he or she properly looked at the descriptions of stuff and wasn't thrown out immediately at the magic-detecting arches by the entrance to both the building itself and to every single shop. The clothes worn by the American witches and wizards were basically old-fashioned muggle clothes but made out of superior or enchanted materials. No one looked twice at the three girls though. Hermione's eyes were soon drawn to a store fairly close to the entrance with the name Hauge's Books and the others had to bribe her with sugar quills to get her to join them in exploring the rest of the place.

Something that surprised them was the big electronics store in the middle of the mall. None of them had expected electronics to work in an area so heavy with magic but the patient clerc explained one of the latest breakthroughs of a small Japanese company that allowed both electricity and wireless communication to work around magic. The downside was that every component had to be individually inscribed with runes which meant the cost was at least triple that of its no-maj (what the Americans apparently called muggles) counterparts. Despite the increase in planned costs the three girls exited the store with a total of three enchanted laptops and the same amount of phones. The clerk had recommended the Motorola Razor V3, which according to him hadn't yet been released to the no-maj so they got one each in different colours. Haley chose a bright green one (which despite it being the colour of both Slytherin and the killing curse was her favourite), Hermione got a soft blue one and Luna's was bright yellow. Thankfully there had been quite a lot of Dragots in the mansion so they wouldn't have to bother with exchanging their galleons just yet.

After their trip to the electronics store Luna suddenly drifted off to a small out-of-the-way storefront, The Ambrosius Twins' Piercings and Tattoos. They had a number of stunning tattoo designs in the window, both obviously magical ones who moved around a lot and more muggle-looking ones. Haley fell in love with a small drawing of what looked like an owl in flight, with the note underneath 'Choose your favourite species', while Hermione pointed out a design that showed the current phase of the moon to Luna. Unfortunately the shop was closed at the moment so they decided to maybe come back another day.

They didn't buy a lot of other things in the magical mall, but they had seen quite a few headlines screaming (sometimes literally) about the missing 'Saviour of Britain'. Some of these seemed to mainly exist to tell everyone of how foolish the Britons were – some because they had laid all their hopes on a young girl who of course was going to fail them (that one conveniently forgot to mention that yes, she did in fact kill Voldy before her disappearing act), others because they let the struggle go so far that almost half their so called pure blooded population was wiped out in the process. A few of the headlines even blamed the British for being 'too integrated with the no-majs' which in their opinion caused every single problem known to wizardkind and in no less than five different places during their trip they found their own names and faces under the words 'MISSING: IF SEEN, CONTACT MACUSA. MAY BE HOSTILE, DO NOT ENGAGE'.

Thankfully no one called them out on their disguises and they left the area not long after. If they needed anything from the magical world they could send an elf and Hermione had gotten a few books on the history and culture on the Americans so they could look up what on earth happened to this part of the world to make them even more hostile to muggles than the British pureblood elite.

Their trip to the muggle world for more books and reasonable clothing that was more recent than the mid-eighties was a bit more lucrative. They all got enough clothes to fill a small wardrobe which was quite desperately needed after their year on the run. Hermione had enchanted a small bag for each of them to be bottomless so she and Haley (He-With-A-Nose-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had forgotten his at the Burrow before the wedding and the two girls had only packed a few of his things just in case) had been running with most of their possessions the entire time, but the tent hadn't been made for living in it more than a few nights at a time and therefore did not have any facilities for washing clothes so they had been forced to make due with an aguamenti or two, a bath tub and some regular soap. Detergent was one of few things Hermione hadn't thought to bring with her and none of them had known about any spells for cleaning clothes until Luna joined them, but even then the damage was unfortunately done to every article of clothing they owned.

After a quick snack the girls decided to head back to the mansion. They stopped by the school on the way as promised to let them know their new phone numbers and then went straight to the big house. Home. Hopefully it would soon feel like a proper home and not as if they were living in a museum, thankfully six years of living in a medieval castle helped quite a bit in that regard.

Upon their arrival they were welcomed by an annoyed Atoria ("Mistress should eat proper food. Crisps isn't good proper food. Bubbles is having early dinner for yous in the dining hall.") and a fairly disgruntled Crookshanks (Hermione had just remembered to unpack his basket that morning. He was not amused.), and herded by them both directly to said dining hall where Bubbles had prepared a buffet of various food. Misty had popped by to pick up their newly acquired bags, exclaiming happily at the sheer amount of them. Haley found out later that the little elf's favourite pastime was washing and sorting clothes. Apparently the older ones were very boring and the clothes they had brought with them were borderline rags in her opinion, not worth salvaging.

Crookshanks, the little almost-lion, had decided that the top of Hermione's head was the perfect perch at the moment, something that was most likely fuelled by the fact that he had been basically forgotten for the better part of a week. Sure, thanks to the charms on his basket he had plenty of food and water*, but he very much liked to be able to keep an eye on his human and her friends. Hermione kept offering him pieces of fish in an attempt to mollify him, it was only partly successful and he stayed where he was the entire meal.

That evening they decided to go running in the forests outside the warded property to see what they could find. The nature of the Olympian National Park was truly stunning and they spent several hours simply running among the mountains and forests, Crookshanks proudly seated on the brown wolf's back (he had almost forgiven her. Almost), before returning home and all four of them crashing on the nearest bed.

*Does anyone know what happened to Crookshanks during that last year on the run? I haven't thought about it before but remembered it during this chapter. I figure this solution may get every animal rights champion out there on my tail, so I guess I should mention that no, I do not recommend putting a cat, or any animal for that sake, in a magically enlarged bag for a longer period of time (yes, he was in her beaded bag the whole time). Or in a bag at all. I know how my cousin's cat reacts whenever they are going somewhere. She does not like the car carrier or the car. I expect trying to put Crookshanks in a confined space for any stretch of time that is longer than the train ride to and from Hogwarts is likely to end up with whoever was trying getting a number of quite nasty scratches all over...

Many of you will notice that the last bit is different from what it was at first, but I felt it was too rushed and at least one reviewer commented on it trying too hard to explain things. So I removed and rewrote the last part of the chapter. For those of you who read the first version: congratulations, now you know what happened to Luna;-)

Sorry for another fairly short chapter, only two and a half pages, but I figured a shorter chapter was better than no chapter at all, and when I showed the reading count to my dad his reaction was 'Soon you'll have a Marathon' so I figured I'd try getting this one out before reaching 42'195 reads. As I am writing this it's up at 42'194...

I had quite a lot of this already written out, then I took a trip to the wonderful world of Pottermore... Let's just say I had to rewrite more than half the chapter because I had portrayed the Americans as way more muggle-friendly than the Brits, turns out it was the opposite. Oops. And exams happened. Can't forget those.

I am my own beta and English is not my first language, so if you see any errors, both in spelling and general continuity errors tell me!

/Minna Vipera

Edit: Uploaded at exactly 42'195 reads

By the way, am I the only one who thinks that David Bowie's (may he rest in peace) song 'Saviour Machine' sounds suspiciously like a very early draft of Age of Ultron?

One more (still Bowie related) note, there is a Labyrinth story in the making, but I'm still debating on whether to make it a very long oneshot or divide it into chapters. ATM it's 4600 words and I'm not even through the first 24 hours... Thoughts?