“I know how my broom works, and I’m in control of it and thus my life. This way, I’m entrusting Muggles to keep us safe.”
“They have plenty of magic of their own, in a way.” Remus shrugged. “Relax, James. Look at your son. He loves this! Besides, we’ll be in Britain before you know it.”
“From one land of mist and rain to another. Will you miss Haven?”
The other man glanced away. “It doesn’t rain in Washington nearly as much as people assume. Britain is far worse.” Feeling his friend’s knowing gaze, he relented. “I will miss Haven, yes. I…learned a great deal among the Lunar packs.” He felt Moony’s pleased agreement wash over him, and smiled faintly.
*You did well, wolfling. You are beginning to show the potential that I saw in you from a young age. You will make a great alpha someday. The wolf said quietly, overriding the wizard’s automatic protest. You are an Alpha, a leader. It is instinctual. There will come a point where you will have to decide to challenge for control of the packs. You know it as well as I. The viper is still linked to this middle plane. When he returns, he will recruit again. The packs would follow you, Remus. And you, in turn don’t have to follow Dumbledore or Voldemort. There’s always a third path.*
*I know.* Remus replied quietly. *We will follow that trail when we cross it.* He settled back in his seat, closing his eyes. “Try to get some sleep, Prongs. We’ve hours yet.”
He dozed lightly despite his advice to his friend, trusting Moony to keep track of their companions and surroundings. The rest of the trip passed without major issue, and they made it easily through Muggle security.
Having travelled around the States for the past week or so, they were familiar with Muggle transportation, so it was no problem to pick up the rental car Remus had reserved and get out of the city. A few quick magical modifications to the GPS (courtesy of an American adaptor that allowed magic to alter technological objects), and they were on their way home to Birchwood Manor, one of the Potter Muggle homes near Diagon Alley.
Harry was three quarters asleep still when they arrived, so they skipped dinner and spent the time to reinforcing the wards before putting him to bed and finding a soft place to sleep as well. Although they had not received his Hogwarts letter, his birthday was next week and they were back on British soil, so they had no doubt that things would be sorted out soon enough.
A pre-emptive trip to Diagon Alley had been planned at any rate, with James insisting that he would be the one to take Harry to buy his school supplies.
“Harry’s birthday is in less than a week, so his letter will be coming. I say I act normal and go to Gringotts and Diagon Alley like nothing has happened. If I’m found out, well, Harry hasn’t been seen for ten years. Who did they believe he was living with if not his parents or his godfather?”
“Petunia Dursley.” Remus answered, not reminding his friend that it had been Dumbledore who had attempted to place Harry with his Muggle aunt.
“The Boy Who Lived and Potter heir, raised by Muggles? Perish the thought. A nasty rumor, meant to throw everyone off of the trail.” James scoffed haughtily with a cold smile, his meaningless social smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I do know how to play the games, Moony. I don’t like them, but I can play with the best. Sirius wasn’t the only one destined for Slytherin, you know. My parents may have agreed with Dumbledore more than Voldemort, but most forget that my mother was a Black. Cunning, resourceful, subtle, and scarily intelligent.”