Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I am not racist, I am related to the Piute tribe, the original people according to their translation.
The Dursleys were living their normal day in their perfectly normal house in their perfectly normal neighborhood, talking about normal things, until their nephew walked into the kitchen, Vernon barked out orders to Harry.
"Brat! Make us some breakfast!"
Harry nodded and walked to the stove, food was already on the stove as Petunia already put food on the stove before she came to wake him up, Harry grabbed the cooking utensils and started making food, they were having eggs and bacon, with a side of sausage, as Harry cooked, Vernon spoke.
"I plan on going to the Americas for a business deal, I honestly don't want to go but the boss wants me to represent the company."
Petunia looked at him and said.
"Why do you have to go, why can't they send someone else?"
Vernon squinted his eyes at her and said.
"There was nobody else who could take the job, plus he offered to raise my pay and maybe even promote me if I do go."
Petunia sniffed and said.
"Well, why don't you take the boy with you."
She jerked her head at Harry, who looked up, she then glared at him and he ducked his head, focusing on cooking breakfast, Vernon rubbed his mustache, then he grinned evilly and said.
"Yeah, sure, I'll take him with me, he'll be useful carrying all the bags for me."
Harry stayed silent, hoping to not make much of a peep when he heard his uncle call him.
"Boy! Get your bloody arse in here now!"
Harry walked over.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon?"
Vernon smiled maliciously and said.
"You are coming with me to the Americas, I have an important business deal there and you are going to come with me to carry all my bags, you hear me?"
Harry nodded but on the inside, he was jumping with joy, he was leaving the country even if he had to stay with his uncle for a little, he immediately began formulating a plan in his head.
'I need to find a way to escape him without him noticing, what to do?'
Harry then heard Vernon's voice again.
"Are you listening boy?"
Harry nodded and said.
"Yes sir, I am." Vernon looked at him suspiciously but nodded and said.
"Good, now I am going to be packing my bags, we leave tomorrow."
Harry nodded and when he was told, went to do his chores.
Vernon and Harry left the plane as soon as it landed in Oregon, Vernon argued with the staff and demanded drinks while Harry sat there, thinking of a plan to escape, when they got to the hotel Vernon yelled out a demand for the two to get a room, and when they entered the room Vernon kicked him out into the hall and slammed the door in his face, Harry spoke to himself.
"Well, that was better than planned." Harry walked out of the hotel and started walking the streets of the town, it was small but huge at the same time, it had a large lake next to a park that had a train and a fighter jet in the park, he sat down near the lake and started thinking.
'Now what, I am free from Vernon and I have nowhere to go.'
Harry then heard a voice behind him.
"What are you doing alone young man? your parents should be here?"
Harry turned to see a man with red skin, long gray hair, and two feathers sticking out of it, he had a kind face and walked with a cane, Harry spoke while turning his head back to the lake.
"My parents died, in a car crash while drunk, that's what my Aunt told me."
The old man clicked his tongue and sighed, he then said.
"Well, where is your aunt and uncle?"
Harry then said.
"My uncle kicked me out of the hotel room, said I was useless and such."
The old man looked at him with concern, the man then said.
"Why don't you come with me? I will give you a roof over your head and food in your belly, you are much too skinny for your age and I suspect more is going on than already is."
Harry looked at the old man skeptically, then nodded and got up, after dusting his pants he followed the old man to a car, when they got in Harry looked in the back to see if there was anybody in there, the old man chuckled and said.
"I know you have reason to not trust me but I would do nothing to a child, especially one that has been abused like you." Harry looked at the man again and slid into the seat, buckling up his seat belt as the old man started the car and drove off, as they drove the old man started to speak.
"I haven't told you my name, did I? How rude of me, I am Amik Ahote Mann, my last name is German as my father survived the Second World War but I got my name from my mother, it means Restless Beaver in the Indigenous tongue."
Harry was about to speak when Amik interrupted him.
"I already know who you are, even in the States you are held with high regard for surviving the killing curse."
Harry spoke.
"What do you mean you already know me? what curse? Magic isn't even real!"
Amik looked stunned to hear the words that came out of the boy, he then said.
"Did your Aunt and Uncle not tell you who you are? You are famous in the wizarding world for surviving the killing curse and yet here you are saying magic isn't real, how about I show you?"
Harry nodded tentatively, then Amik grabbed his cane and twisted it slightly, the top came off the show a smooth stick, he grabbed the wand and swished it, producing flowers at the end of it, Harry looked at the flowers in shock as the old man chuckled and said.
"Magic is everywhere, it is not just a tool but a part of us, a gift given to us by the gods to help humanity, but the others feared this power and tried to eradicate it, only for those to survive to go into hiding."
Harry looked at the old man and nodded, now believing that magic was real.
When they both got to Amik's house Harry was in awe, it was small but big enough to hold a few people over, and he had a pool and a large backyard, Amik chuckled and said.
"Be careful of the Rez dogs, they will chase you throughout the Rez for hours on end."
Harry nodded and walked with Amik inside the house, Harry was in even more awe at what he saw inside, the room was magically expanded and looked like a mansion, Amik chuckled again and said.
"Welcome to my lovely home, where I hold meetings with the tribes leaders, both magical and no-maj, now, I need to call up a few people and we will have a discussion about what to do, now go and explore the home."
Harry nodded excitedly and walked off, looking everywhere, gathering every detail of the place as Amik pulled out a phone and called someone, when they answered he said.
"We have a situation on the magical side of things, Harry Potter is in the United States and was abandoned by his uncle, we need to figure out where he gets put."
Harry explored the mansion and was outside, walking around the Rez when he heard growling, he looked next to him to see a pack of dogs staring at him growling, He started to get scared as the pack moved slowly towards him, some of them splitting off to surround him, but Harry gathered his courage and stared at what he thought was the pack leader, the pack leader looked surprised but continued growling, crawling slowly towards him, teeth bore, the dog then suddenly leaped at Harry, ready to bite him when Harry dodged, making it crash into a tree, the other dogs started attacking Harry, and Harry did the best he could, dodging the dogs as much as he could, but when one of the dogs finally bit him on the ankle, he fell, the dogs surrounded him again, Harry closed his eyes in fear when nothing happened, he slowly opened his eyes to see the dogs gone and standing in front him was a crow and a wolf.
Things have been tough lately but trust that I am trying my best to do this right, and I hope you have a good day and a good night!