I do not own Harry Potter; it belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I also do not own Hey Arnold! It belongs to Craig Bartlett, Viacom, and Nickelodeon. This is just a harmless FanFic.

Another note, some things are irregular in here, like for instance Harry attending fourth grade when he is clearly older. But it's my FanFic, it's not supposed to make sense. Also, I made Hedwig alive here. Enjoy.

Harry Potter and Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped out of the cab they had successfully hailed down at the airport. They flew to America, all the way from England. Harry was tired, he could feel the jet-lag in his system. He was just relieved that he already arrived to his destination, his new home in a boarding house called Sunset Arms in a city called Hillwood. Kingsley, who was the current Minister of Magic, decided that it was best for Harry to keep out of the wizarding world for a while, on account of all the chaos that happened in Hogwarts and how Harry defeated Voldemort. Kingsley thought that this would be a healthy break for Harry, a vacation so he can clear his mind a bit and just relax for a change.

Harry however did not like the idea of staying away from the Wixarding world, he liked it there, it was his home. But yet, he appreciated that Kingsley was concerned about him and wanted him to be okay, at the very least. Harry decided he try to be optimistic here, it didn't seem so bad.

Harry walked up the steps of the boarding house with his suitcases while Kingsley tagged along carrying Hedwig and another one of Harry's suitcases.

"Here you are, Harry." Kingsley said, as he set down Hedwig's cage on the doorstep. He handed the suitcase he was carrying to Harry. "Welcome to your new home. Now I notify the owners of this establishment that you were coming, so they will be expecting you."

He then smiled at Harry. "I'm sure you will like Hillwood, I would love to introduce you to it, but sadly I have to head back. The Wizadring World is waiting for me; I do not have anytime to lose."

"It's okay." Harry said, as he smiled back at the Minister. "I understand, your job is not easy."

Kingsley chuckled. "Well, you are sure right about that, Potter." He then patted Harry on the back. "Oh, I almost forgot." Kingsley then reached into his pocket. "Miss Granger wanted you to have this letter." He handed Harry a piece of parchment with beautiful script written on it.

Dear Harry,

We are all going to miss you, I hope you enjoy Hillwood. It's going to be so lonely without you, Harry. But we can still write to each other, you can write to me or Ron if you like. We love you.

Love,

Hermione.

Harry grinned when he read the letter; he had the best of friends. When he turned to thank Kingsley, he was gone. Harry figured he was on his way to the Ministry; they have been very busy ever since Harry defeated Voldemort for the last time. Harry decided to knock on the door to his new home. Once he did, a pack of mixed animals burst out of the door when it opened. Harry swore he saw a pig in the bunch.

"Why, you must be that fella Harry Potter!" a voice exclaimed.

Harry looked up. An old man who looked about in his eighties with a grin pasted on his face stood at the doorway.

"Sir," Harry started out, bewildered that the old man did not chase the animals back into the house or had the least concern that his pets had gotten out. "Your pets…they ran out!"

The old man laughed. "Oh! They're always doing that, we don't worry. Why don't you come in?" Then, the old man noticed Harry's luggage. "Oh, I will get someone right away to get those for you." The old man then hollered. "Arnold! Please come down here."

"Coming grandpa!" Arnold yelled back. Harry then saw the oddest thing in his life, a boy who looked about the age of nine, with blonde hair and football-shaped head if Harry was mistaken; it was the American football-shaped, not the other football they used in Europe. On the middle of his weirdly-shaped head, was a small blue hat resting upon his cranium. And what it looked like from Harry, it looked like the boy named Arnold had a kilt wrapped around his waist. Harry couldn't help the urge to scratch his head at this. Why in the world was he wearing a kilt?

"Harry, "The old man said. "This is my grandson, Arnold. You will be attending school with him."

"Hello." Harry said to Arnold. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too!" Arnold said, cheerfully as he carefully picked up Hedwig's cage. "I like your owl!"

"Why, thank you." Harry replied.

The old man laughed again. "Well, we seemed to be getting along already. By the way, my name is Phil, but you can call me Grandpa. That's what everyone calls me here."

"Okay," Harry said, as he picked up a few of his suitcases and went inside. "Grandpa."

Grandpa laughed his hearty laugh. "That's the spirit." He then turned to Arnold. "Hey, Shortman, why don't you escort Harry to his room?"

"Sure thing, Grandpa." Arnold replied. He turned to Harry. "Follow me."

Harry did as he was told and follow young Arnold up the stairs. Arnold let Harry down a corridor a then entered a room to the right. Harry entered the room also and found that it was an empty room with a bed, a closet, and a table with a lamp on it.

"It isn't that much, but you are free to decorate it, Grandpa would probably be getting more furniture for the room, I will tell him to get some, this room is half-empty!" Arnold said to Harry.

"That's all right; your Grandpa doesn't have to do that." Harry said. "Besides, I don't mind."

"Well, my Grandpa won't mind either, besides you are now part of our family!" Arnold said, as he chuckled.

"I will leave you to your own privacy for now." Arnold added. "Dinner will be ready soon, if you are hungry."

"Thanks, Arnold." Harry replied. He sure seemed to be a nice boy.

When Arnold disappeared, Harry decided to unpack a few things. He decided to put his old wizarding books and school stuff into the closet along with his clothes. He was then interrupted by a guy with a thick Czechoslovakian accent.

"Hi, do you have a five-dollar bill I can borrow?" The man laughed nervously.

"No, I do not." Harry said. "Sorry."

Grandpa then showed up at the door of Harry's new room. He looked angry.

"Kokoshka, don't bother people!" Grandpa said, hastily.

"Oh, but Phil I was only asking this boy for some money." Kokoshka said, innocently.

Then, a lady with crazy blonde hair appeared.

"Oskar!" She barked at the Czechoslovakian man named Kokoshka. "I need you to help me clean! Why did you come here?"

"I just wanted some money."

The blonde-hair lady sighed, wearily. "What for?"

"To buy me a sandwich."

"You are so greedy, Kokoshka!" Grandpa said, as he stormed out of the room.

"You are so impossible, Oskar!" The blonde lady snapped. "Leave this poor boy alone and help me out!"

"But Suzie…"

"But…NOTHING!" Suzie said, clearly irritated. "GO!"

"Aw…" Oskar left Harry's room, defeated.

The woman named Suzie turned to Harry. "Oh you must be the new person. My name is Suzie and that was my husband Oskar. I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay," Harry grinned. "My name is Harry, by the way. Harry Potter."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Harry." Suzie said, politely. "I hope you are enjoying Sunset Arms. I better be going. Good-bye!"

"Bye."

After Harry put away all of his stuff and made himself at home, Arnold came back inside the room.

"Hey, Harry," Arnold said. "Dinner's ready, Grandpa told me to tell you that."

"Okay, thanks Arnold." Harry said, with a smile on his face. "I'll be there."

"Okay, and another thing, my Grandma knows a lot about owls so she can take care of it while you out or something." Arnold added.

"That sounds brilliant." Harry replied. "I'm really grateful that you guys are being so helpful to me."

Arnold smiled. "Well, we want you to be comfortable in your surroundings." Then, he left and Harry followed.

"There's the feller!" Grandpa excalimed, when Harry and Arnold entered the dining table.

"You sit here, Harry." Arnold pointed to the chair adjacent to his own. "You get to sit next to me!"

Harry and Arnold took their seats and waited for dinner to be served.

"I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday!!!" a voice sang. Then, an old lady appeared wearing tight rocker pants and a cut black T-Shirt. She wore a bandana on her head and wore biker boots. Harry found it odd that she was wearing that attire for her age.

"Hello, dude." The old lady said to Harry. She served spaghetti on his plate. "Ready to ROCK OUT?!?!"

"Um-"

Before Harry could answer, Grandpa did. "Pookie! Stop scaring the boy! And quit it!"

"Cool it, old man." Grandma barked, and then she laugh wildly as she served Arnold.

Grandpa sighed.

"That's my Grandma," Arnold said to Harry. "You can call her Grandma if you like, she doesn't really mind. Oh, and she does this all the time, so yeah. And it's always a different theme."

"Okay." Harry replied, smiling. He liked it here already, Arnold's family reminded him of the Weasley's, they didn't care what people thought of them and Harry liked that. "I don't mind."

"So…um…Harry..right?" A short man with curly red hair started out. He reminded Harry of the goblins back home. Boy, did he miss the wizarding world. "Where did you come from? By the way, my name is Ernie."

"Nice to meet you, I actually came from England."

"Where exactly in England?"

"London." Kingsley told Harry that if anyone asked him where he was from that he was to say England, which was a true statement, since Harry was from there, but if they wantd more information to tell them he was from London, which wasn't true because he lived in Hogwarts mostly all of his life. Kingsley thought it would be safe this way for the wizarding world if they kept it a secret and would be good for Harry so he can start all over.

"My name is Mr. Hyunh," An asian man with glasses said. "You are a nice boy."

"Why, thank you." Harry grinned. "It's nice to meet you!"

"Are you going to eat that meatball?" Oskar asked, as he chuckled nervously.

"Oskar, stop thinking of yourself!" Grandpa pointed his fork at him.

Harry smiled, he could get used to this house. He was used to oddness.

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