Hi people, I'll make this short. First, I have no knowledge of how legal shit works so plz don't be offended all you smart lawyers out there. Second, I own basically nothing. Third, I know Petunia is a little weird but honestly I don't know how to write her character very well so I apologize in advance.

Enjoy.

Chapter 3

~Around the beginning of September, Harry just turned eleven one month ago~

*Knock, Knock*

"Get the door boy!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia!"

It was a normal day for Harry, he helped his aunt cook breakfast and was starting on his share of the cores when the visitor arrived. As far as he knew, no one was expecting company. Dudley was off with another one of his friends, Uncle Vernon was at work, and Aunt Petunia was expecting to have a relaxing day. Harry opened the door and his mind stopped working.

The most beautiful person Harry had ever seen was standing on the welcome mat. She had short brown hair and sparkly blue eyes. Her clothes looked more expensive than the house.

"Pretty…" he mumbled and then blushed once he realized that he said that out loud.

She just chuckled, "Why thank you little man. Would you please let me in?" she gestured towards the hallway inside. Harry nodded and shyly opened the door wide enough to let her pass.

As she entered, she took note of the many family photos decorating the front hall, however, the boy before her was missing from the collection. 'Interesting,' she thought.

Harry directed her to the kitchen where Petunia was. When she saw the lady she frowned, not recognizing her at all. "Who are you," she demanded.

The lady smiled politely, "My name is Claire Moran."

Petunia's eyes narrowed. "What do want?"

"I have come on behalf of the American Academy of Advanced Magical Education and-"

"Rejected!" Petunia interrupted. She stood and walked towards the woman. "I swore when I took this boy in that I would put a stop to this foolish nonsense." She pointed in the direction of the front door. "Leave," she demanded.

Claire was pissed. How dare this woman interrupt her? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself. Inhale, one... two… exhale, three… four…

When she opened her eyes, the impudent woman was still sticking her ugly nose in her face. And to think she went through all that trouble to be polite. She plastered on a fake smile again, "I'm afraid that the decision isn't up to you Mrs. Dursley. It is however, up to that little boy staring dumbly at us wondering what this whole debacle is all about." She turned to Harry and spoke, "Don't worry little man, your guardian won't be able to take this choice away from you."

"As you said, I'm his current guardian!" Petunia shouted, "I'm responsible to give permission for his enrollment."

"Actually Mrs. Dursley, in accordance with the nicknamed, 'Free Choice' Law passed by the Department of Magical Education in 1520 under the Education Bureau, Article Four states that the only relations legally recognized by the American Wizarding Government are those of magical blood decent. Wherefore it is the choice of the child which school he wants to enroll in depending on how many representatives show up on the child's designated day for evaluation every year. Every year the child will also be able to transfer schools if the child finds a current school insufficient in some way with the child's needs. Article Six If the child comes from a primarily non-maigcal household, he or she may also have a basic introduction and will be allowed to choose the choice of a heritage test in order to determine which country the magic within comes from." She smirked, "America is a country full of immigrants you know? And magic comes in all forms and styles."

Petunia was shocked. She didn't have any more rights here than she had in England over the jurisdiction of her nephew. Oh what a fool she'd been, thinking she could overrule magic. "Still though," she continued, not wanting to give up. "I am his legal guardian, that must give me some rights."

"Yes, it does," Claire continued. "You are able to demand if your charge will be able to take certain classes and if the child is allowed to take classes over the summer."

"That's it?"

"Yes Mrs. Dursley. That is all. There is no point in trying to stop this. The boy named Harry Potter will receive an education in this country despite your reasons for not wanting it. The American Wizarding Government values knowledge and makes learning control over one's gifts a priority. After all, dangerous things can happen without the proper supervision."

Petunia nodded dejectedly and forced herself to sit back down. The lady herself turned and gestured to Harry to show her to the living room. Harry worked on auto pilot, his brain still confused from what just happened. The two adults kept throwing around the word magic but magic wasn't even real. He sat on the living room sofa just as the lady told him to.

"Harry," the lady began gently. "What do you know of magic?"

"It's not real." He responded robotically.

She kneeled in front of him and took both of his hands in hers. "Really? Haven't you ever done something special? Something you couldn't properly explain?"

Harry nodded, thinking. "I accidently sicked a python on my cousin Dudley once at the zoo," he smiled at the memory. "It was pretty funny. Not to mention the python was pretty nice to me."

Claire smiled. "Anything else dear?"

"Well…" Harry thought hard. "One time my teacher's hair turned blue. But then I got into big trouble even though I didn't know how it happened."

"Don't you see Harry?"

"See what?"

"You have magic, you're a wizard Harry."