The American Wizarding world part 2-I

*December 23 - 6:20 pm*

"Where are we going? I thought you were going to have some people look for my father. If you lied to me, I will hex you with all my magic, and I warn you, it won't end pretty."

"Woah, calm down. I already sent the message to the head auror office. I'm sure they're looking for your father right this moment."

"When? With what? I was with you the whole time."

"When you were filling out the form. I had Bakby deliver it."

"Bakby?"

"Yes, my house elf."

Oh. Shortly after that conversation we had arrived at another building which was larger but held many similarities to the previous one. I was lead to a plain wide room while Potter was told to wait outside. In the room were two wizards who looked like seasoned aurors, they immediately begin asking me questions like how I knew magic, or if I knew what kind of magic I used. Of course, I gave them half answers.

After the interrogation they started informing me of all the laws all wizards must know about, including Rappaport's Law. Proceeding to warn me of how my actions were very much against the law, however, I have been pardoned considering my status as a minor and my ignorance of the wizarding world. I will not however, be pardoned from the law after I leave the room.

It surprised me to find out that America, Land of the Free, was even more strict in comparison to the U.K. when it comes to muggle (No-Maj) interaction. I can't tell anyone about me being a wizard, not even my father.

This soon led to me inquiring about Ilvermorny, and as it turns out, there arose a lot of problems I didn't know of before. Apparently, Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry only accepts students within the county. This is also apparent in other schools around the world such as Hogwarts, which means, coming my 11th birthday, I will be accepted into Ilvermorny and not Hogwarts.

I also have to attend since remaining in the No-Maj world as a No-Maj is out of question. You can't give up your magic, nor can you simply stop using it because of the danger of becoming an obscurious. They did not say it directly, however, I could conclude from their words that if I refuse to abide by the law and not use magic outside of the wizarding world, I would be severely punished and taken away from my own family seeing as they are not magical.

But to compensate, they have an entire system that would hide them from the No-Maj and not just disappear like what happens in Britain. As soon as muggles get their Hogwarts letter, they disappear from the muggle system (no schools, no work). Here, even if the interaction between the No-Maj government and the MACUSA is completely non-existent, to prevent No-Maj interference, they forge documents.

Thus, when I enter Ilvermorny, the No-Maj world including my father, would believe that I entered some other No-Maj school. They also offered to have me take private lessons every week (which is actually just to have me release pent up magic, to once again prevent the creation of an obscurious, until I am of age to enter school). I must say, their system is brilliant but sadly I have no intentions of attending Ilvermorny.

I also found out that American wizards are quite welcoming when it comes to entering the wizarding world but are fearsome if you refuse. The scowl on the face of one of them could rival Death's, and this happened only because I said that I didn't want to go to Ilvermorny.

His face softened a little (from iron to stone), when I said I wanted to go to Hogwarts. It was not impossible per say, but highly unlikely unless I went to live there or was enrolled there by my guardians but again, is highly unlikely since Hogwarts has a different system when it comes to enrolling students. One which they refused to elaborate on.

There were neither any clocks nor windows in the room, so when I got out, I saw a sleeping grown man on a bench, facing away from a window to the far left which showed the night sky.

Does Potter not have a family? I sneered but deep inside me, there was a warmth that spread out at the man who did not leave. Images flashed through my mind of various times when people left me, either willingly or unwillingly. There was father, mother, and Crabbe, who left the world without saying goodbye. Pansy, Blaze, and Goyle who turned their backs away in favor of following the Dark Lord. Nott tried to kill me after his father was killed, he blamed it on me which was absolutely ridiculous. I've been Tony's son for 7 years but we only ever got along earlier this month. . .

I can't think of anyone else. Pepper is just about as absent from my life as money is to the Weasleys, understandable since I really have no real relation to her whatsoever.

. . . wow . . .

This is the first time it truly donned on me how alone I was. . .

I looked back at the sleeping man with drool slowly falling down his chin.

He is the first to have stayed.

After a few seconds I believed the moment of contemplation and peace had ended when the drool started dripping to his shirt. Disgusting.

I raised my hand and gave a hard slap to the back of his head, waking him up from his slumber.

"Stop drooling on everything! Just go home already you celibate."

"Wh-wha? Why you brat, don't you know how to respect adults!"

I snicker at the man's imitation of a sleepy Neapolitan Mastiff.

"Adult? where? I can't see one."

"Why you~"

My snicker turns into full blown laughter as he fully gets up from his seat, revealing to the world his eccentric style of straight flat hair on one side and a raging mane on the other.

"Come here you brat! I should teach you a lesson on respecting your elders!"

His threat falls flat on his grinning bemused face. He wipes off the remaining drool on his face with the cuff of his sleeve as he approaches me with that sleeve prominently raised towards me.

"Goss! How disgusting, get that sleeve away from me!"

"Hahahaha, You're not getting away!"

That night, I didn't notice my sneer had turned into a sincere smile.

After a few minutes of running and laughing (Yes we were long gone from the MACUSA building), we were resting on a bench in a park close to the residential areas.

"Well then, it's about time for dinner, would you care to join me and my family for dinner?"

"Family? I didn't know you had a family."

"Well I had to come from somewhere."

". . . Ah, your mum and dad."

"Did you just-? I feel like you just mocked me."

"I did no such thing, you did it on your own."

"Wha-! . . . brat."

I smirk at his baffled face. He's so easy to read. We joked and laughed all the way to his parent's house. By joking, I meant he would continue to barrage me with lame jokes and poor conversation topics as I reply with cynical comments and wordplay. The story of his co-worker's lazy eye that allows him to observe everyone in a wide spectrum isn't usually a choice of topic I would prefer to dwell on, but any form of happiness and distraction is welcome right now.

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Mr. and Mrs. Potter looked like a lovely couple. The size and magnificence of Potter Manor was quite surprising, though it wasn't as luxurious nor exorbitant as Malfoy manor, it was well maintained and homely. Only those trained in high class would notice the true magnificence of the designs and furniture of the rather simple-looking home.

It was probably built around the 16th century following the Jacobean style. It's intricate three dimensional design, and blend of Nacre(Mother of Pearl) in umnnini(Pink Ivory) is subtle but otherwise breathtaking. It's vintage design was comforting to my eyes which were tired of 21st century 'modern' designs. However. . .

What was out of place and yet not was the obvious Ikea picture frame hanging at the center of the left wall. . . That is certainly Ikea, sure it looks vintage but I know it's Ikea. I saw it posted online last week while looking for a frame for my graduation photo.

"Mom! Dad! This is Tom, would it be alright if he eats dinner with us?"

I turn to look at the surprised couple as they looked at each other, silently conversing on who was informed about my sudden presence. Both came to an understanding that neither of them were informed by their son and turned with a resignated look.

"Of course son, but who might you be? Why aren't you with your family? They must be worried sick!"

Potter. . . or should I say Samuel, to prevent confusion, scratches the top of his head as he laughs and tries to explain the whole situation with broken phrases and exaggerated gestures.

"I'm Tom. Tom Stark. My father is missing at the moment and aurors took me away from my home for using too much magic."

"W-what?!" Mr. Potter exclaims, flinching at the almost unnoticeable jab from his wife.

Mrs. Potter kneels down to my level and places both hands on my shoulders.

"You are welcome to stay for as long as you like. But if I may ask, why did they take you away from your home?"

Before I could answer, Samuel cuts in and whispers to her ear, but I could still hear it.

"His house was destroyed, some of my colleagues have already gone to investigate and find his father. Don't worry mom, he's proven to be a very strong and mature boy."

. . . He probably thinks I would burst out again or get chocked up if I had to answer her myself.

*sigh* Considering my recent emotional imbalances and outbursts, I don't blame him.

That evening might have been one of the happiest since I was reborn. but. . . Though the Potters were all fine company, they weren't family.

When it was time to rest, they had me stay in one of their guest room, it was spacious and just as homely and comfortable looking as the rest of their house. Adorned with light shades of beige, burgundy, and cream.