I got a review from someone who was expecting this to be a Harry/Edward, and another shipping Harry/Sarah. Sorry to sink your ship, but... I posted the pairings in the summary, peeps. It's always been an HHr and EB.

Also, sometimes people ask me in reviews what happens next. You guys are so funny. Like I would tell you before I update. :P

Everyone loudly clambered into the Great Hall, chattering on with their friends and housemates. Harry watched as everyone split off to their house tables, and he followed the blue and bronze to the far right table. They sat in clusters, each individual within a group, but one blonde girl sat alone, near the high table. She waved her hands in the air, as if trying to swat a fly. Smiling, Harry walked over to her and sat across the table.

"Oh. Hello." The girl stopped waving her hands and looked at Harry. "People don't usually sit near me, you know." Her face was openly curious.

"Hi." Harry smiled at the girl across from him. "I'm H- uh, Luke Swan." He shook his head from side to side, trying to clear his head.

"Well then, Huhluke, I'm Luna." And she went back to flailing her hands about in the air.

"Uh, no." Harry laughed nervously, picking at the fork resting on the table in front of him. "My name is Luke."

"I like Huhluke better. It's more interesting, you know?"

Harry opened his mouth to reply (or for it to just hang open, he wasn't quite sure which), but he didn't get the chance.

"Welcome back to another year," began Dumbledore from his place at the center of the High Table. A hush fell over the room as the various students stopped talking to their friends and turned their attention to the front of the hall. "In a minute, we will be joined by the next generation of young minds preparing to be sorted, but first I have an announcement. This year, we will be joined by foreign exchange student Luke Swan. He joins us from the Salem Institute, Seattle Washington chapter. Please treat him with the same respect you gave our foreign friends last year."

Harry slammed his head onto the table as whispers erupted around them. People were craning their necks around, searching for the unfamiliar head. Harry slowly lifted his head up and glared at the Headmaster.

Luna laughed.

The Great Hall doors slid open, and the search for 'Luke' the foreigner was halted as everyone turned to look at the new arrivals. They're so small, Harry thought in shock. And it was true. I'm glad Salem doesn't even offer full time living until fourteen. No way Dad would've let me go if I was always away...

Skittishly, as if the enchanted ceiling (Harry made a note to study that when everyone was sleeping) would fall down on their heads, the first years stood in a cluster in front of the Hat resting on a stool.

"Are they always like this?" Harry asked a now still Luna.

"GRYFFINDOR!" exclaimed the Hat.

"Usually. Nargles really like to make first years heads fuzzy, moreso than other years." Luna watched the confused yet happy boy make his way to the cheering table.

"Nargles?" Harry raised an eyebrow, confused. "What are those?"

"Tiny, invisible creatures that infest mistletoe," explained Luna. "And first years."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Mistletoe..." Harry's mouth opened into an o. "You mean Calandies! We use those in America for non magicals who wander where they shouldn't. It makes the magic they see feel like a dream." He frowned. "You let those near eleven year olds?"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"People here don't believe in what they can't see," said Luna sadly.

"Why would you not believe in what's clearly-" Harry groaned. "Ugh. Europe. Right." A few more minutes passed, with the only entertainment being the voice of the Hat. Bored, Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. Flicking through the App store, he set it to update Pocket God.

Luna, who was now leaning over the table, coughed. "What is that?"

"A phone."

She stared blankly.

"SLYTHERIN!"

"You call people with it?" Harry began to laugh at her confused face. "Sorry. I'm assuming you're not first generation."

"I'm a pureblood," confirmed the dotty girl, still confused.

"RAVENCLAW!"

Harry politely clapped along with the rest of the table. As soon as the next student was on the stool, he started talking. "It's like a portable Floo, but you can't travel through it. And it also has Muggle games, and it can take pictures, and it can store a schedule."

"Schedule?"

"Uh, yeah, that." Harry shook his head at her point. "We pronounce it different in America. Sort of like aluminum."

Luna sighed. "I don't understand why we don't all speak the same."

"RAVENCLAW!"

Luna began her hand waving exercise again as the new first year sat next to Harry. After noticing the waving Luna, she began to scoot down the table.

"Don't worry," reassured Harry. "She's just fending off the Calandies."

"Nargles," corrected Luna.

"Right, nargles."

The young girl looked at them like they were both crazy.

Harry pulled a small box out of his pocket, rummaged around inside, and pulled out a small plant. He enlarged it with his wand and let it sit in his palm for a moment before ripping off a piece and offering it to the first year. "Here. Cosmo root. It wards them off. Calan- uh, narlges, tend to make it hard to concentrate. Doesn't exactly help you learn how to make your way through a castle."

Cautiously, the girl took the root and studied it in her hand.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"I'm Luke Swan, by the way," introduced Harry, causing the first year to look up again. "Transfer student from America."

"Natalie McDonald," she responding, still eying him with an air of caution.

"Luke, your root worked!" exclaimed Luna brightly. "Do you have anything for Blibbering Humdingers?"

"Um..."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Is that an iPhone?" Natalie's eyes widened at the sight of the phone. "I thought technology didn't work around magic." Her hand twitched towards the phone.

"Normal tech," corrected Harry, amused. "Are your parents non-magicals?"

Natalie bit her lip, and Harry was painfully reminded of his sisters. "I grew up with my dad. Mom mom died when I was little. She was a witch."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Oh..." Harry ran his fingers through his hair, making stand even more on end. "Er, some kids in America developed the tech to adapt and work with magic. It's pretty incredible."

"Then why was I told my stuff wouldn't work around magic if it can?"

"America really doesn't like Europe right now." His voice was clipped. Then his expression softened. "Do you want to call your dad before bed?"

"RAVENCLAW!"

The applauding of their table hid Natalie's shriek of delight. "Really? You would do that?"

"Why not? My plans are all unlimited on everything. I even got this phone just for Europe."

"Wow..." Her eyes were wide. "Are you rich?"

Harry let out a nervous laugh. "My dad just wanted to stay in contact with me this year."

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~Wryder