An attendant shook Harry awake. Blearily, he opened his eyes, turned to look at her and pulled out one of his headphones. She smiled down at him, "We are going to be starting our descent soon and I wanted you to be aware. I need you to return your seat to its upright position and be ready for our landing." She smiled kindly down at him and then moved on to help the other passengers on the flight. A few moments later the pilot came over the speakers and announced their projected landing time in Phoenix, Arizona was around 10 in the evening, he commented on the weather and a few other things that Harry mostly ignored as he gathered his things together. Another attendant came by shortly after and walked him through a few papers he needed to fill out and explained a couple important pieces of information he needed to know when she heard it was his first times in the states. They had landed and Harry was making ready to get off the plane. He stood and followed the line of people off the plane, nodding once more to the attendant who had spoken with him before stepping off the plane fully and walking down the hallway.

Looking at his watch, he decided he should give Hermione a call when he arrived in New Mexico after his connecting flight got in. There wasn't much time between him getting off the flight from Heathrow and the flight leaving to go to Albuquerque so he quickly walked to the area in the terminal his flight was to be leaving from. He had just walked up when the woman standing behind the desk called for the first people to be seated. His blood pumping from the small amount of exercise on the jog over, he felt fully awake and ready to go, hating the fact that he would have to readjust his sleeping schedule before too long since he was technically supposed to be going to sleep right now even though it is 5 am in London right now. His headphones still in, listening to the songs that Hermione's parents had put on the iPod the bought him, Harry made his way back onto the plane and settled down in his seat.

This flight passed much as his first had, the third movie the grangers had gotten him and then listening to his iPod again. While he listened, his mind drifted to try to assimilate his time with the Dursleys, the stories told by Hermione and a few things he had noticed of the muggle world, trying to get an idea of what to expect and how to act when he got around his new family. He wished Hedwig had been able to come with him, but he knew for a fact that snowy white owls were not a normal pet; they were, in fact, a rather exotic pet actually. Watching the movies had helped his get a better idea of how things were done in the muggle world. Sure he had been raised by muggles, but they had never really let him experience the muggle world and how they interacted, Harry had gotten to know how spiders, ants and other critters that were in his cupboard with him work though.

The plane landed without any problem, and Harry made his way off of the plane. He left the terminal area and found a man dressed in a very nice suit holding a sign with his name on it. Harry panicked slightly, no one except Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and his family here in the states was supposed to know he was coming but he wasn't sure if this man was part of the family or someone who found out something they weren't supposed to.

He slipped to the side, pulled out his phone and gave Hermione a call. She picked up on the second ring, "Harry! You remembered! I'm proud of you, how was the flight? Did you like the movies, mom and dad told me what Dumbledore had asked them to do. How do you like the iPod, how do you like your family so far?"

"Hermione, slow down, I'll answer your questions in a moment, there is a guy dressed in black holding a sign with my name on it, what do I do, only you, Ron, Dumbledore, and my family were supposed to know about me coming here but the man doesn't look like Mr. Evans was described to me."

"Oh Harry, he is probably a man employed by Mr. Evans, Dumbledore mentioned something about the Evans family being rich so they probably hired someone to come pick you up. Don't worry, no one else knows about you going to meet your family." She said calmly. "Take a few deep breaths and calm down. If it isn't who you think it is, you have your wand and you will be able to get away. If you want, you can stay on the phone with me, I'm sure it wouldn't look rude."

Harry took a couple deeps breaths and felt his heartbeat slow back down to where it normally was and he slowly moved towards the man. "Excuse me sir, I'm Harry Potter." Harry said with timidity though he didn't think his voiced showed that.

The man smiled kindly at Harry, "Hello Mr. Potter, glad to see you arrived safely." He looked at the small bag and suitcase that Harry had with him. "Have you not gone to get the rest of your luggage? Come, we will go pick it up now." The man said waving in the direction of a few platforms with spinning tracks on them.

"N-no sir, this is all I brought. I don't own anything else." Confused, Harry wondered if he was supposed to have more?

The man looked at him for a moment, "Very well, if this is all then we shall be off, follow me young sir." The man bent over and picked up the suitcase that was sitting beside Harry.

"Umm, just Harry is fine." Harry said as he took up a brisk walk to keep up with the man. Harry put the phone up to his ear, "Still there Hermione?" He asked into the phone.

"Yeah, Harry. You should be fine. I know that it is common for people with a lot of money to hire people to take care of things for them. What time is it there?" She asked, "And I am still expecting answers to everything else I asked." She said with mockingly haughty tone.

Harry chuckled, "You may have to ask them again in a bit, and a little slower. I didn't hear much after your second. And it is around 4, almost 5 in the morning here. You don't know the time difference, you the greatest bookworm in history?" Harry says, joking lightly. It was one of the few topics Harry could joke with Hermione about that Ron couldn't.

"Ha, ha, very funny, slacker. But no, I don't know it right off hand; I think it is something like seven hours behind us though. All right, well call me when you get to the house, hopefully they don't live too far from the airport. If you don't make it there in an hour, something is probably up. I don't think you have anything to worry about though.

"Alright, thanks for all your help Hermione. I'll call you again soon. Tell everybody I miss and love them already." Harry said softly, his voice cracking a bit at the end. This was going to be a nice, but extremely tough summer, and possibly year.

"We love you Harry. Keep me updated, Ron has already sent me an owl asking if you had called yet so I know I speak for both f us that we miss you also. Hope the meeting with your family goes well, or at the very least, better than those Dursleys." Hermione says with viciousness to her voice when she mentioned the Dursleys.

"'Kay 'Mione, bye..." He says and then hangs up after Hermione says goodbye.

The man led Harry over to one of the longest cars he had ever seen. It was pink and had S.E. plastered on the side with glittering letters. Harry looked at it in confusion and the man who was leading him caught it, "Ah, yes, terribly sorry but the normal limo was in the shop for repairs so we had to use this one. It is the personal limo for Ms. Sharpay Evans. I personally wouldn't have been okay with it if it had been for the fact that it is nearly five in the morning."

Harry was shocked, Sharpay Evans was his second cousin and she had her own limo? He turned to the man, "Does the whole family have a limo?" He asked in amazement. The man chuckled, no, though if you want one, you can probably ask them for one. She has one because she asked, no 'needed' her own." The man said with a slight hint of a mocking tone to his voice. Harry gave a slight glare at the man in frustration, how dare he talk about his family like that, he may not have met them yet, but still, it was his family. The man apparently caught the look and cleared his face quickly.

"I don't need one, or want one." He shrugged, letting the small glare fade from his face. He didn't want to seem mean, but he didn't want people making fun of his family. The man moved to the side and opened the door for him before picking up the suitcase and placing it in the trunk. Harry moved forward slowly and looked in with amazement. It was at least five times the size of his cupboard at the Dursleys, and they just used this for transportation?

He slid into the car and jumped slightly when the man closed the door behind him. A few seconds later, the man slid into the seat in the front of the dividing wall between his seating and the front seat. "So how long have you been working for the Evans, sir?" Harry asked after they had ridden in silence for a couple minutes.

"About three years, I've served a few families before them but Mr. and Mrs. Evans treat me well and I enjoy being around for the tasks they have. I'm sorry if I seemed...discontent with their daughter, Sharpay. It can be difficult at times to work for her, but such is the job. I should not have made my thoughts known and I am sorry for that. You may call me Phillip if you wish, by the way."

Harry looked at the man for a moment, "It's okay, I suppose; I just don't like people talking bad about my family, even if I haven't met them yet."

Phillip nodded in response and the two continued to talk for the rest of the ride to the Evans' house. Harry found that he liked the man, that he had a very enjoyable wit and was always quick with replies or small comments that had Harry laughing multiple times during the drive. After half an hour, the pulled up to the house and Phillip once more exited the car and opened Harry's door for him. Harry thanked the man and slung his bag over his shoulder. He stared at the very large house. Hogwarts had it beat in terms of size and first impression by a long shot, but Harry was still easily able to appreciate the look of the house.

Phillip returned from the trunk with Harry's suitcase and asked Harry to follow him. Harry was lead through the house and to the room Phillip told him he would be in for the duration of his stay. Harry thanked the man and shook his hand, wishing him a good day and then turned back to the room. It was nearly twice the size of the room he had at the Dursleys and was very well decorated though a little too richly for his tastes. He pulled his phone out once again and called Hermione, noting that it was nearing six in the morning here in Albuquerque. Hermione answered after a couple rings, "All safe and sound Harry?" She asked as soon as she picked up, and such was the way the conversation went for the next hour as Harry moved about his room, putting up his meager amount of belongings.

Around eight, Phillip returned with a woman who was also dressed in very well kept black clothes. "Harry, this is Cathy, she is our cook here and she was wondering what you would like to eat." Phillip explained while Cathy bowed to Harry when she was introduced.

"Nice to meet you Cathy," Harry smiled to the woman, "I'm fine with whatever will be easiest, I am not a picky eater. Do you mind if I come watch though? I didn't enjoy it when I was being forced to cook, but cooking in and of itself, I absolutely love." Harry stated with enthusiasm. Cathy smiled and nodded at him, "That would be fine I will be starting in a few minutes after I get the orders from everyone else."

She bowed once more and backed from the room. Phillip watched as Harry's face contorted slightly at the action and filed it away to wonder about later, this young man was sure to break more than a few expectations he had of people. "We have another young woman who will come through and pick up your clothes to be washed, if you would like my assistance in picking out clothes I am more than happy to assist you."

Harry flushed slightly and looked at his shoes, "Not really much to chose from, I don't know if the best fashion artist could make much of the clothes I have, well, other than rags. I found a credit card that will give me access to my funds though, so I can go shopping for some new ones. I hadn't yet because I was living with...well, yeah, I haven't had the chance to get my own clothes." Harry said softly.

Phillip moved over to the closet and glanced at his clothes. "Hmm," he hums softly to himself, yes, these wouldn't do but he didn't want to make the young man uncomfortable, he also wondered at who he was living with that kept him from buying his own clothes. He had noticed when he first picked Harry up that his clothes were much too big and seemed to be very faded in color but had thought it was more for traveling in comfort. Not that he could tell anyone otherwise, but he had noticed Sharpay wearing loose, worn clothes around the house because they were more comfortable, but she had sworn him to secrecy.

"I am sure that Sharpay would be most happy to take you on a shopping trip, and Ryan wouldn't be against the opportunity either." The wicked gleam in his eyes made Harry a little wary of that possibility.

"Umm, well, alright, but why do I suddenly feel afraid?" He said, joking lightly though he was slightly worried. He had never been shopping before, especially not with people who seemed to be as rich as the Evans family looked.

Phillip chuckled evilly, though he ended up looking at Harry with concern, "Male instincts. We know predators when we see them, or hear about them in this case." He walked over and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, "It was great meeting you, Harry. Should I see you in the afterlife, don't hate me for bringing up the need for a shopping trip to Sharpay." He said with a slightly joking tone, but Harry could here a sliver of honesty in his voice and gulped audibly.

Phillip laughed, "Ahh, I'm sure it won't be that bad. Now, get dressed and scoot, Cathy seemed very excited to have someone to keep her company while she cooked. Your interest in cooking probably helped with that also." Phillip gave Harry a pat on the shoulder and then left the room.

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I will be the first to admit that I have no idea what living in a rich home would be like so for most of the interactions between Harry and the servants, yeah I have no clue if it is realistic or not. What I am wanting to ultimately achieve is where Harry and the servants become at the least friendly with each other, he gives them respect and treats them as equals, which while the Evans may not treat them like crap, I feel like they wouldn't quite treat them as equals. I see Harry as the kind of guy that will treat you the same as anyone else no matter what job you do. Except evil people, he doesn't treat them quite as nice.

Logistics for this story could be the death of me. If you care enough about it to ask, here are the times of arrival for London and the states Harry goes through. Train from Aberdeen to London, which translates to 'from a city supposedly near to where Hogwarts is to King's Cross,' can take anywhere from 9 1/2 14 hours by 'muggle' train. We'll say that the Hogwarts Express can move a bit quicker, and has no stops, so I'm going to guess it would take around 8 hours for the trip. If I remember correctly, they leave after they have had breakfast on the trip back so around 8 or 9 in the morning, get to King's Cross around four in the afternoon. Add in a little buffer time before the plane leaves and then the ten hour, non-stop flight to Phoenix arriving around 5am London time: 10pm Phoenix time, then a six hour flight to Albuquerque, would put him in around 11am or 12 pm London time, and 4 or 5am in New Mexico.

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I felt like being generous and decided to add this chapter in as well. I am going to do my best to keep ahead of my uploads. I am about to start work on the fifth chapter, or maybe that will happen tomorrow since it is getting a little late... we'll see.