Rocket Wizard
Summary: Harry Potter has spent the last seven years of his life in abject misery, after being dumped on the doorstep of his relatives. But when the Dursleys finally go too far with 'punishing Harry,' Albus Dumbledore takes it upon himself to remove Harry from their care and take him to his James Potter's second cousin; a man named Raymond Rocket, who lives in Ocean Shores, California.
Harry Potter/ Rocket Power crossover.
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Albus Dumbledore glared angrily down at the sleeping eight-year-old that lay before him; this was the third time in less than a year that the elderly wizard had been informed that little Harry Potter had been admitted to the hospital due to 'an accident at home due to his own carelessness,' as his relative put it.

This time, the poor boy's left arm had been broken and it had immediately set off red flags with the Muggles child services; they had already begun their investigation but Dumbledore doubted that anything would come of it; Muggles may be good intentioned at times, but could be just as much incompetent.
"This cannot be permitted to continue…" Dumbledore thought sadly as he stared sadly down at Harry, and stroked his beard thoughtfully, "They'll end up killing him at this rate."

Ordinarily, Dumbledore would be dressed in bright colored robes, with his waist-long beard often tucked into his belt; however, due to being forced to visit a Muggle hospital again, he had been forced to don a boring gray suit, and using magic to make his long beard appear short and well-trimmed.
Dumbledore had known when he left Harry with the Dursleys seven years prior, that the family would be unkind to the boy; Petunia's bitterness and jealously that Lily was a witch, and Petunia was not, was well known to Albus Dumbledore. After all, Lily had made no attempt to hide how her sister felt about her, and about magic in general; but all the same, Dumbledore had hoped that in time Petunia would see young Harry as her own.

Now, Dumbledore felt like a fool for ever believing that Petunia could let go of her bitterness; the moon would house the entire Goblin nation first!
Dumbledore suddenly felt all of his one hundred-and fifty years as he gazed down at the small boy he had been entrusted with by two of his most beloved students; he had truly failed Lily and James for allowing their child to be continuously hurt in this manner, and he prayed that he could one day earn their forgiveness.

"No more…" Dumbledore whispered softly, anger laced in every word.
With all they fury of man with a century of wisdom, Dumbledore spun on his heel and stormed out of the hospital; he would find someone else to care for Harry Potter, no matter how long it took! He owed that and so much more to Lily and James, and especially to little Harry for saving them all from evil.
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Dumbledore smiled in self-congratulation as he gazed down at the parchment that lay sitting on his desk; it had taken him nearly three months of hard work, researching every inch of the Potter family line, but Dumbledore had finally located another member of the direct Potter line, and thereby someone that could take care of Harry.

Another magnificent thing that had occurred in the three months since Harry's 'accident,' was that sufficient evidence had been discovered at the Dursley residence to convict both Petunia and her disgusting husband of several charges of child abuse, slavery, and willful acts of torture; each of these convictions carried very heavy sentences so it was unlikely that either Dursley would breathe free air again for several years.

The only pitiable thing had been that the Dursleys son, Dudley, had fallen into the grasp of Vernon's odious sister; Dumbledore didn't doubt that under her care, the boy would soon resemble his father in both girth and attitude. Harry, on the other hand, had been remanded to the state's care and was currently living in an orphanage; Dumbledore had personally ensured young Harry's continued safety by having Professor McGonagall pose as a worker at the orphanage and keep an eye on him.

Turning his attention back to the parchment, Dumbledore frowned; the person in question was a widower named Raymond Rocket, who lived in America with his two children. After an exhaustive amount of research into the Potter family tree, Dumbledore had discovered Raymond almost by accident; according to Dumbledore's research, the man was James Potter's second cousin, and had been removed from the main line after Raymond's grandfather had been born a squib. The boy had been quickly adopted into a Muggle family which had moved to America soon after and changed their names to 'Rocket' to make a new start.

The problem wasn't just that Dumbledore would be sending Harry to an entirely new continent, but also whether or not this 'Raymond Rocket' would even want to take care of another child when he already had two of his own.
There was simply nothing for it, Dumbledore would have to travel to America and have a chat with the man and pray that he would be obliging in Dumbledore's request to take the boy in until it was time for Harry to attend Hogwarts.
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Raymundo Rocket was having a great day; the sun was shining, his kids were out enjoying the waves, and best of all the Shore Shack was filled to the brim with hungry customers.
Raymundo had just handed off a customer's order when the oldest looking person Raymundo had ever seen walked up to the counter with a smile; the elderly man was tall and wearing a dark blue suit and matching bowler cap, with a briefcase clutched in his left hand. Blue eyes stared at Raymundo from behind a pair of glasses; the man's visage made his age impossible to guess, which was compounded by a neatly-trimmed beard that hung a few inches below the man's chin.

"Good afternoon, my dear fellow," the man said jovially, "Are you Raymond Rocket?"
"Raymundo," the man in question said with a wince, "How can I help you?"

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time to discuss something rather important."
"Um, sure thing," Raymundo said with a raised brow before turning to his coworker and best friend, "Hey Tito, will you be okay by yourself for a few minutes?"
"Sure thing, brudda!" The portly Hawaiian said with a smile as he flipped a burger on the grill; nodding at his friend, Raymundo quickly made his way around the counter and nodded his head at Dumbledore to follow.

Coming to the back of the building, Raymundo leaned up against the railing and crossed his arms over his chest.
"So, how can I help you Mr. Dumbledore?"

Casting a quick glance at their surroundings, Dumbledore took in the object of his quest; Raymundo was tall, with cool blue eyes and a golden tanned physique that showed how much he enjoyed being outside. As Dumbledore took in Raymundo's appearance, he saw how relaxed the man looked. Raymundo was wearing a simple white t-shirt, blue shorts, and matching flip-flops, while a dark green cap rested on his head; under which, blonde-yellow hair was poking out.

"Mr. Rocket, as I said before, my name is Albus Dumbledore, and I come from England with an important matter that I need to discuss with you."
"England, huh?" Raymundo said in surprise, "Never been, but I hear it's a pretty cool place. So, what brings you all the way to Ocean Shores, Mr. Dumbledore?"

"I represent the estate of your late second cousin, James Potter and his wife Lily," Dumbledore said in a sad voice.
"I have a cousin in England?" Raymundo said in surprise before realizing what Dumbledore had just said, "You said 'late'?"

"Unfortunately," Dumbledore nodded sadly, "They passed on seven years ago this Halloween."
"Seven years ago?" Raymundo asked in confusion, "So, why are you reaching out to me, now?"
"Because they left behind a son who was soon placed in a truly unsuitable home, and needs a new guardian," Dumbledore replied firmly, making Raymundo's eyes harden at the implication of the old man's words.

"I take it his old guardians were not the best choice?" Raymundo asked in a tight voice,
"They were not," Dumbledore said softly, looking down past Raymundo to the nearby beach, "They were, in fact, quite cruel to the boy, and after their latest form of punishment, in which they broke the poor boy's arm, he has been removed from their care."

"They broke the boy's arm?" Raymundo asked in horror, "I hope you guys are making them pay for it!"
"You need not worry there," Dumbledore replied firmly, "They will not breath free air again for a very long time."

"Good," Raymundo said simply, "So, I guess you're here because there is no one else to take the kid in?"
"That's correct, Mr. Rocket," Dumbledore nodded, "You are his last remaining family, and if you should turn him away, young Harry will have to stay at the orphanage where he currently resides."

"Harry? Is that his name?"

"Indeed," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I understand you have two children of your own, and that you might not have the time for him. He will, of course, need help to undo all the damage that his mother's sister and her husband did to him. I will not force you to take him, Mr. Rocket, but I will humble implore you to do so, for you are all that he has left."

By the end of Dumbledore's speech, Raymundo was thoughtfully scratching his chin; on the one hand, Dumbledore was right, the kid would need a lot of patience to fix all the things his relatives had done. No doubt he would also have to talk it over with his kids, Otto, and Reggie, as well, since he would be bringing another child into their home. But on the other hand, Harry had no one left to look after him, and if Raymundo said no, the kid would no doubt spend a long time in some cold orphanage.

"I'll take him, Mr. Dumbledore," Raymundo said finally, "The kid is family, and Rocket's look after one another, no matter how distantly related."
"I am so very glad to hear that," Dumbledore said with a genuine smile, "I had hoped that would be the case."

Laying his briefcase on the rail, Dumbledore opened it and pulled some paperwork from inside before quickly handing it to Raymundo,
"I just need your signature on these papers, stating that you adopt Harry Potter into your care and accept all legal responsibility for him."
Raymundo quickly read and then signed the paperwork before passing it back to Dumbledore who happily put it back in his briefcase before pulling out a second batch of paperwork.

"I also need your signature on these,"
"What are these for?" Raymundo asked as he took them and began to read,
"These are Harry's immigration and naturalization papers," Dumbledore replied, "Once you sign and accept responsibility for Harry, he will be a U.S. citizen with all the rights and responsibilities therein."

"Just like that?" Raymundo asked in surprise, "That's kinda fast, ain't it?"

"You'd be surprised what feats can be accomplished with the right sort of negotiation," Dumbledore said with a quick wink that made Raymundo smile.
Once the paperwork was signed and returned, Dumbledore pulled out a third set of paperwork that made Raymundo groan and Dumbledore smile.
"Not to worry, Mr. Rocket," Dumbledore said jovially, "This doesn't need your signature. It's simply Harry's records; his birth certificate, medical records, etc."

"Oh, that's cool, then" Raymundo said with relief as he took the paperwork and thumbed through it; Raymundo found himself frowning as he read through the medical records and saw how few times the kid had actually BEEN to a doctor.

"I shall follow up with you in a few days to discuss the details regarding young Harry, and when you may expect him to arrive from England," Dumbledore said warmly, extending his hand for Raymundo to shake; once that was done, Dumbledore offered a pleasant goodbye and quickly strode away. Raymundo turned the corner to follow him, only to find to his surprise that the old man had vanished without a trace,
"Fast for an old man…" Raymundo mumbled as he looked around the boardwalk for Dumbledore and found not a trace of him; shaking his head, Raymundo turned back to see Tito desperately waving at him as he drowned in a sea of customers.
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Later that night, Raymundo found himself sitting at his dining room table, with his two children sitting in front of him, and looking at him expectantly as he tried to tell his kids that they would soon have a new person living with them.

Otto was ten and took after his mother so much that sometimes it made Raymundo's heart hurt; the boy had fiery-red dreadlocks, held back by a green headband, and was wearing a bright yellow t-shirt and red shorts, with white sneakers. Like Raymundo, Otto was heavily tanned and had a relaxed look from behind his green sunglasses as he drummed his fingers on the table impatiently.

Next to Otto was Raymundo's oldest child, Regina 'Reggie' Rocket; like Otto, Reggie was twelve and had inherited her dad's relaxed demeanor, but where Otto's hair was fiery-red, and hung in dreadlocks, Reggie's was dyed purple and hung in ringlets to her shoulders, while her sunglasses rested comfortably on top of her head. Like Otto, Reggie was also dressed comfortably; wearing camouflage pants over red sneakers, and a purple t-shirt with a rocket on it.

"So, what's up, dad?" Reggie asked after a few moments of silence,
"Yeah, why'd you wanna talk to us?" Otto complained, "We're supposed to meeting Twist and Sam for some night hockey!"
Deciding to just get it over with, Raymundo took a deep breath and crossed his arms over his chest before he began to speak.
"Kids, we need to talk about something important."

Seeing his changed demeanor, Otto and Reggie shared a concerned look before turning back to Raymundo.
"Earlier today, a man came by the Shore Shack and asked to speak to me about my cousin in England," Raymundo began, only to be cut off a moment later by Otto's excited cry,
"Yo! We have cousins in England! That's so cool!"

"Otto!" Reggie growled, making the kid look at his sister, "Stop interrupting!"

"Sorry, dad…" Otto mumbled as Raymundo smiled at Reggie gratefully.
"As I was saying," Raymundo continued, "According to the man I met with, my second cousin, James Potter and his wife, died seven years ago leaving behind their son, Harry."

"Seven years?" Otto asked in confusion, "So, why are we just learning about him, now?"
"Yeah, it does seem kinda weird," Reggie added with a nod at her little brother.

"The reason why we haven't heard about him before now," Raymundo said with a sigh, "Is because Harry was placed with his mother's sister due to her having a closer claim to the boy."

"Did something happen to Harry's Aunt?" Reggie asked, still confused as to why her dad wanted to talk to them.
"Something…" Raymundo said with a growl that made Otto and Reggie share another look; taking another deep breath, Raymundo continued speaking in a controlled voice, "Harry's Aunt and Uncle were… not qualified to be around children, and as such I was asked if I would be willing to take the kid in, since I'm all he has left."

"Not qualified? What's that supposed to mean?" Otto asked in confusion, tiling his head to emphasize that he didn't understand; Reggie on the other hand paled as she took in her dad's words, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes.

"Hello!" Reggie cried out at her brother in annoyance, "Wake up, Rocket boy! He means that they were abusing the kid!"
Otto's eyes widened in horror, and he quickly turned to Raymundo, hoping that his dad would deny Reggie's claim, only for Raymundo to sadly nod at his son, who quickly paled in horror.

"Harry's Aunt and Uncle have apparently been very cruel to the boy since they first took him in, and recently broke the poor boy's arm, which resulted in the authorities finally taking the kid away from his relatives," Raymundo said sadly, causing both his kids to pale and allowing Raymundo to continue, uninterrupted.

"He has no other family but us, so I agreed to take the poor boy in. I just wanted to let you both know what he's been through so you won't be so rough with him."
"How can anyone do that to a kid?" Reggie asked in horror, "How old is he?"

"He's eight," Raymundo said softly, "And some people are just cruel. There's no rhyme or reason to it, they just are."
"So, the kid's coming here?" Otto asked, "From England? That's so sweet!"

"Hello!" Reggie called again, "Were you not listening to dad when he said the kid has spent the last seven years being abused! The kid is going to be a wreck!" Turning to her dad, Reggie asked in a small voice, "Are you sure about this, dad?"

Raymundo was silent for a moment while he took in his daughter's words; Reggie was right, Harry would need a lot of work in the coming years, but the boy was a Rocket, and Rocket's looked after their own.

"It's not going to be easy," Raymundo said at last, "But from what that old guy told me, Harry has never had a real home, and we're all he has left of family. He needs us, and no matter how distantly related, Harry is a Rocket, and Rocket's do not turn away from family in need."

"Totally!" Otto cried, raising a fist in the air, "I always wanted a little brother!"

"I already have one," Reggie said as she rolled her eyes, "But I could stand another one, I guess."
"You guys are the best," Raymundo said warmly, getting up and walking over to his kids before taking them in his arms in a hug, "And I know you'll look after Harry like family."

"As long as he's not like the squid," Otto muttered, making Raymundo and Reggie turn to him in annoyance,
"Otto!" They both cried out in unison.
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Harry Potter tried not to show how afraid he was as he sat in the middle next to Mrs. McGonagall, and Mr. Dumbledore; the plane was finally descending and soon Harry would meet the new people chosen to look after him since he was taken from the Dursleys nearly four months prior.

Mrs. McGonagall was one of the workers at the orphanage where Harry had been placed after the Dursleys broke his arm; and, while strict, she was also the first one to be nice to Harry and had made sure to spend time with the boy nearly every day. Most days, the two would just talk, and Harry was surprised at how quickly he had found himself opening up to her; that was probably why the orphanage had chosen her to act as chaperone for Harry until his new guardians took responsibility for him. As per usual, She had chosen to wear a forest green dress for this outing, and had her auburn hair tied in a tight bun behind her head.

Mr. Dumbledore, on the other hand, was apparently the executor of the Potter estate, (whatever that meant) and as such had been the one to successfully locate Harry's last remaining family member. He was dressed in a pale blue suit and had his bowler hat resting on his lap as he enjoyed the delightful feeling of landing. Due to the fact that the only clothes that Harry owned had once belonged to his cousin, Dudley, Mr. Dumbledore had taken Harry clothes shopping the day before, which was why Harry was wearing a forest-green dress shirt, khakis, and a white pair of sneakers. Mr. Dumbledore had even taken Harry to get a brand new pair of glasses, which had greatly improved Harry's vision.

"Worry not, young Harry," Dumbledore said jovially as the plane landed and the passengers began to rise to their feet, "I'm sure you and your new family will get along wonderfully."

"Far better than your old guardians, at any rate," Mrs. McGonagall sniffed, "I refuse to call them your family."
"Now Minerva," Dumbledore said soothingly, only to clam up when she shot him a venomous look.
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"I think that's Dumbledore," Raymundo said from where he was sitting; next to him, Tito was enjoying a soda and suddenly looked at where Raymundo was pointing. Descending the escalator were two adults and a small boy; as Tito took in the kid, his eyebrows raised in concern.
"He looks small for an eight-year-old, brudda," Tita said softly as he and Raymundo rose to their feet and walked to the escalator.

"I know," Raymundo replied, "He looks so much younger…"

Raymundo had chosen to leave the kids at home while he went to pick up Harry, and he was secretly glad at that, now that he saw what Harry looked like; it was going to take a lot of work to repair all the damage that the kid's relatives had done to him.
"Greetings, Mr. Rocket!" Dumbledore said jovially as the two groups met, "And to you as well, sir."

"Names Tito," the portly Hawaiian replied happily, "And a good day to you, brudda."

"Hello, sir," Harry replied in a shy voice, still not entirely used to speaking out of turn, "My name is Harry. Um… thank you for taking me in…"
Kneeling down in front of the boy, Raymundo placed a calm hand on Harry's shoulder, and smiled gently down at him.
"Hello Harry, my name is Raymundo, and this is my best friend, Tito."

"What's up, little cuz," Tito said with a wink that made Harry smile a bit,
"You don't need to thank me for taking you in, Harry," Raymundo continued, "That's what family does, they look after one another."
"They do?" Harry asked in confusion, "Then why didn't the Dursleys like me? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, little cuz," Tito said at once, "You didn't do anything wrong, they did."

"Family shouldn't treat one another like your Aunt treated you," Raymundo said gently, "And in time, I promise I'll show you just how family SHOULD treat one another."

"Okay, sir," Harry said as he worried his lip and looked at his feet, still not completely understanding; Raymundo saw this and looked sideways at Tito, both nodding in understanding that this was going to take some time.
"I cannot express enough, my gratitude, Mr. Rocket," Dumbledore said warmly, "For your agreement in taking in Mr. Potter."

"As I told Harry," Raymundo replied as he rose to his feet, "He's family and Rockets look after family."
"All the same, you have my gratitude, sir," Dumbledore said with a nod, "And now that my mission is finished, I'm afraid Mrs. McGonagall and I must be on our way back home."

"So soon?" Harry said quickly and making Dumbledore turn and smile down at him,
"I'm afraid so, Harry. But I will return when you turn eleven to discuss your inheritance."

Nodding in understanding, Harry waved sadly at Mrs. McGonagall, who promptly stepped forward, kneeled down, and gave Harry a quick hug; Raymundo and Tito both narrowed their eyes when they saw Harry flinch at the woman's hug, and then froze as though he didn't know what to do.
"Brudda…" Tito muttered,
"I know, Tito…" Raymundo replied.

After releasing Harry from her embrace, Mrs. McGonagall rose back to her feet, offered a quick nod at Raymundo and Tito and then spun on her heel and stepped away as Dumbledore stepped forward and offered an outstretched hand, which Raymundo swiftly took.
"Until next time, then," Dumbledore said jovially,
"Good bye, Mr. Dumbledore," Raymundo replied with a nod, "Until our next meeting."

Without another word, Dumbledore and McGonagall spun on their heel and quickly disappeared amongst the rest of the crowd at the airport, leaving Harry alone with Tito and Raymundo.
"Ready to go, little cuz?" Tito asked with a smile as he extended his hand to the boy, Harry stared at the hand for a moment with uncertainty before slowly extending his own hand and taking Tito's.

"There we go, little cuz," Tito said warmly, "Let's get back to the Shack and I'll make you a nice Ocean Shores Cheeseburger!"
"I've never had a cheeseburger before," Harry replied with wide eyes, making Raymundo and Tito both stare at the boy in surprise.

"What?" They cried in unison,
"That's an outrage!" Raymundo said in mock anger,
"Agreed, brudda!" Tito cried, "To the Shack, so we can fix this!"
Before Harry could say anything, he found himself being pulled toward the exit by a smiling Tito, while a laughing Raymundo talked about how he would make Harry's first cheeseburger the best he'll ever have; despite his anxiety, Harry couldn't help but smile.
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Dumbledore and McGonagall watched unseen as Harry departed with his new guardian, each sporting a different expression; Dumbledore watched with a hopeful expression, while McGonagall watched with anxiety.

"Are you sure this is wise, Albus?"
"The Rocket's are the only ones left that Harry can call family. And from our one interaction alone, I can already tell that they will be a far better choice than the Dursleys."

"I hope you're right, Albus," McGonagall said with a frown, "You've already let me down once regarding Harry."
"I know," Albus said sadly, "Your anger is nothing compared with my guilt."

"What about his magic?" McGonagall asked, "Will his new guardians not have questions when his accidental magic makes itself known?"
"You need not worry about that," Dumbledore replied with a smile, "I put a bind on his magic which will remove itself upon Harry's eleventh birthday. So, until then he will be an ordinary boy."

"Good," McGonagall said simply before pulling out an old tin can, "Then, can we please go home? I've had quite enough of living amongst the muggles."
"Yes, I quite agree," Dumbledore said as he placed a finger on the can in McGonagall's hand, "Let's go home."
The moment the words were out of Dumbledore's mouth, the tin can glowed blue and causing both adults to disappear an instant later without a trace.
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Author's Note: I was asked to make this story by Terran96, and liked the idea; hopefully I can return and finish it one day. Until then, I'll leave it here.