AN: I am sooooooo sorry this took so long. I have had a super busy week! I was in New york for a lot of it, and it was also my birthday! And there has just been a clusterfuck of other shit going on! But i have had the majority of this chapter ready for a bit but i just finished up the ending. Not too pleased with it but it serves my plot so oh well. Hope you enjoy this mess!

disclaimer: you know the deal...no ownership, no suing. get it, got it? good.

Harry was not happy whatsoever. Whatever gods existed that cursed him with his bad luck have struck again. The horrid witch from his hearing in front of the entire Wizengamot was at his school, and not only that, but she was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts! Do the gods hate him so? Or was it bad Karma from a past life? Maybe his family line was cursed. Now that one was actually plausible. Either way, Harry had terrible luck, especially when it came to adult Wizards and Witches. Maybe they just did not like him very much.

The last option seemed to be the most reasonable answer, due to his sentenced detention with the pink witch, or should he say bitch, tomorrow. The first day of class and he already has a detention. Honestly it does not come as much of a surprise to him as it should but what can he say, Harry is a trouble maker. He stands up for what he believes in and when what he believes is that Voldie is alive and killed Cedric, well he has to say something. That slanderous witch was ruining everyone's reputation and downgrading Cedric's death to an accident. That just did not fly in Harry's book.

The one thing that really confused Harry the past few days was not the supposed wrackspurts buzzing about his brain that Luna had warned him of. No, it was the surprising lack of one very old headmaster. Professor Dumbledore was nowhere to be found the past two days and it was slightly troublesome. Harry did not know entirely what kind of shenanigans the old man got up to in his free time, but rarely did he let it affect his proper duties to the school. Mcgonagall had to step in to welcome the new students and give the welcoming speech when that disastrous mess of a woman interrupted with some load of blarney about "progress for the sake of progress" being discouraged and to "preserve what must be preserved" or some such nonsense.

What was Dumbledore out gallivanting about for during his time of need? He seemed to be the only one who believed Harry about Lord Voldemort. What was more important to him than his students, anyway?

Dumbledore seemed to be admitting a lot to himself lately and he could add another item to that list. He had to admit, there wasn't much that could keep him away from his school on the first few days. Especially with that Umbridge woman and the Ministry on his every move, but time was of the essence and the safest place for those children would be Hogwarts. He had previously wondered if he should have just monitored these genius children until they left the country, and maybe consort with a few of his American buddies to watch out for them, but it seemed he made the right decision on this matter. It may have been a little selfish of him, to want these children at his school and maybe ask for a few favors from them while they were there, but this was war! Why not make use of any asset he could get his hands on?

This was not the time to be thinking these things, for as he thought this, he flicked his wand up, dispelling a spell shot at him by a random Death Eater. Albus looked around and noticed those children were actually holding their own against the dark Wizards. The youngest one was currently cocooned by the big robot, who seemed to absorb any magic thrown at him, which seemed incredibly suspicious to Albus. The shorter girl with the black hair was whizzing about on those discs at incredible speeds, dodging any spells thrown at her. The other girl had incapacitated two of the unknown Death Eaters with some sort of gooey substance which they could not identify enough to think of the correct spell to be rid of it and that was only if they could free their hands manually.

Unfortunately, the two other males of the group were stunned and face down on the floor. It seemed the lasers were ineffective when it came to spell work and the other did not have a defense. The girl on the discs took down two Death Eaters, by tricking them into stunning each other, while another was splattered with a bright colored substance which hardened around his hands.

Albus had to admit, these children had skill, and when he looked over to Kingsley, who was incapacitating his own Death Eater at the moment, he could see he agreed. With Tonks taking down another Death Eater, there was only one left standing. Growling with anger, he cast a reducto at the ground and fell through the ceiling, giving him enough time in the confusion to flee with his comrades.

Albus was now very, very curious. The big white robot released the younger boy, saying something about how it was safe now. He seemed to recognize a certain dynamic between the two, but that was chatter for a different day. Currently, Dumbledore wanted to find out what that robot was made of. Tonks woke the two children on the ground in a moment, almost knocking what looked to be an expensive vase over in the process.

"Well, now. That was quite the amazing show," Kingsley started off with.

All at once, the group of children began angrily shouting at the three. It was hard to ascertain the exact words, but the message was clear.

"What the hell-"

"-was that i cannot-"

"-believe that just happened I mean, that was so-"

"-terrible! I couldn't even-"

"-stop those flashy lights!"

"Now, now, children please calm yourselves. We are Wizards." Albus raised his hands in defense against the angry ones and hid his wand back in his sleeve. "If that was not proof enough, we are here to help you. Please, come with us back to where we can keep you safe."

Hiro thought this was suspicious. They may have helped them, but why not just send them back to America. The Death Eaters don't seem to have a presence there, so it is unlikely that they would follow them all the way back. Hiro voiced these thoughts and the elderly one just looked contemplative for a minute before he could come up with an excuse. None of this was helping with Hiro's trust issues.

"Well, my boy. The American Wizards have very difficult travel regulations on unregistered Witches and Wizards in the American Wizarding Conglomerate. The papers involved would be hell and we can't have you at risk of capture." There was a twinkle in the old Wizard's eye that suggested he was smug with his answer.

Dumbledore didn't exactly tell a complete lie. The Magical Congress of the United States of America are very strict on who travels in and out of the country. After the invasion of the Germanic Wizard Supremacists in the 1920's, they had been very watchful of the comings and goings of foreign wizards. Their lack of diligence had proved fatal once more during the small faction of Islamic Pureblood Elitists in the early 2000's where they corresponded a terrorist attack within the magical community alongside the destruction in the muggle world. The Center for Support of Magical Creatures was almost completely obliterated. If Dumbledore had to applaud the American Wizards for anything, it would be their treatment of magical creatures.

Hiro knew all of this. Believe it or not, Tadashi was a muggleborn Wizard. He never had a real affinity for the art of magic and when he discovered robotics, he immediately flocked to the idea. Hiro was fully aware that Baymax was made with a protective shield that blocks all offensive magic, including unforgivables. Baymax was never programmed with such knowledge and has specific instructions in his coding to never recognize the magic on himself, and to always ask for instructions regarding this "foreign energy source" coming from magical persons.

Hiro was always a little jealous of Tadashi's magic, but with all of the problems the Wizarding world had been having lately, he was glad to not be involved. He was also glad Tadashi's ongoing subscription to The Washington Wizarding Post still delivered to his house. The American papers didn't write as often about the British Wizards but the Americans had been effected enough to at least mention it a few times and that Moldy guy did not sound fun at all.

"And what, pray tell, are we at risk of capture for? I would figure you Wizards have the best of the best. What do you need us for?" Hiro asked. Hiro knew about the Wizard's veiled dislike of all things muggle. Hiro knew plenty about Hogwarts, the most prestigious magic school in the UK. Why have an entire school where you cannot utilize electronics? Tadashi told him that it was "magical interference" but Hiro could already come up with six different ways to bypass such difficulties. In fact, if he were to manipulate the outer casing of- ok now was not the time.

Dumbledore had a feeling the young boy knew more about magic then he let on. Well, if he wants to play this out, so will Albus. "Well, You-know-who," here Albus ignored the chorus of "no, we don't know who"s around and continued. "A prominent dark wizard seems to have noticed your particular...skills. If there is one thing I know about Voldemort, it's that he does not pass up a good opportunity and you are an amazing one."

"It sounds to me like you don't either." This was said by the shorter girl with black hair with streaks of purple and a short leather jacket. She was smacking a piece of gum and Albus already had a bad feeling about her.

Here, Tonks made a terrible attempt at a subject change. "Oh, I love your hair!" She changed her hair to the same colors as the girl and the group all gasped. The taller girl of their group squealed in excitement and began yelling about chemical reactions and asking Tonk's what reactions she utilized to create a safe color change of the hair without irritating the skin or hair follicles to which she just awkwardly repeated 'it's magic, it's magic!'

Now what was Baymax doing? It seemed the robot was just standing where he was previously, but Hiro knew he was recording the entire conversation with these people and that's all he needed from the robot at the moment.

The footage would be very helpful as a back-up plan.

I know harry sounded a little pissy in the beginning but let's not forget all the bullshit he's going through. noodles!