Thanks for the reviews everyone, they really helped me decide what house I should put Harry in and who he should be paired with, but I agree with Dogsby and Dracarot, Harry won't be dating until much later and he won't date just one person. Thanks again!

"Hello Harry."

Harry blinked, a little uncomfortable under the piercing gaze of the bearded man. Unsure of himself, Harry came out of the kitchen completely, attracting the attention of all four adults.

"Hey," replied Harry. There was silence for a couple moments before Mrs. Jacobson spoke up.

"Why don't we all go into the kitchen and you two can say what you have to say about this school of yours." She gave a false smile before leading everyone to the kitchen table. With nothing else to do Harry continued eating his cookies. When he looked up both the man and the woman were staring at him.

"So… Who are you exactly?" Harry asked, trying to get the conversation moving.

"Ah, forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore, and this is Professor Minerva McGonagall." Professor Dumbledore said. He and Professor McGonagall were seated on one side of the table, while Harry, and the Jacobsons were on the other.

"And you teach witches and wizards." Mrs. Jacobson had one eyebrow raised and pursed lips.

"Yes, witches and wizards start Hogwarts when they turn eleven and graduate when they are seventeen. During those seven years they learn to control their magic." Professor Dumbledore explained. Harry frowned. Mr. and Mrs. Jacobson still looked skeptical.

"Let's say for a minute magic is real," Harry started. He noticed both the professors' eyebrows rose. "What?" he asked after noting their reaction.

"Harry, did your relatives not tell you about your parents?" Professor McGonagall asked gently.

"They told me they died in a car crash when I was a baby," Harry said, "but even if magic is real-" Harry tried to get back to his original point, but was interrupted by Professor Dumbledore.

"Harry, I apologize for the shock this must cause you, but your parents were murdered by the dark wizard Voldemort." And the professor went on to explain how Harry had survived the killing curse. How Voldemort was thought to be dead, but how Dumbledore believed him to still be at large How Harry had been placed with his relatives to keep him safe. On and on until Mr. Jacobson finally interrupted the professor.

"You know, all this would be a whole lot more convincing if you had any proof that magic even exists." The scoutmaster was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. Mrs. Jacobson and Professor McGonagall were eying each other suspiciously. It was clear that if Mrs. Jacobson were less polite she would have been glaring at the self proclaimed witch, as it was however, the women fixed each other with disapproving stares. Harry meanwhile frowned. It hurt to think that these two people would us his parents' deaths as a tool in some elaborate money scheme, or whatever this was. He was immensely thankful for the presence of Mr. and Mrs. Jacobson.

"Of course, forgive me, I realize you have no reason to trust us. Allow me to demonstrate," Dumbledore was fumbling in the strangle purple robes he was wearing. McGonagall's eyes widened and she turned from Mrs. Jacobson to say desperately to Dumbledore,

"No, you can't use magic here- they're muggles!" That was enough to get both the scoutmaster and his wife glaring and McGonagall.

"Don't be silly Minerva, Harry obviously views these people as surrogate family, and as such, they have a right to know. Ah, here we are." The old man had pulled out a polished stick of wood.

With a gentle tap, the kitchen table, which Harry had previously propping his elbow on, changed. In its place stood a rather confused looking goat. Awed, Harry reached out to touch it, but changed his mind when the animal in question turned its head toward Harry and bared its teeth at the oncoming hand. Mr. and Mrs. Jacobson meanwhile, were safe from the beast's teeth, and they ran their hands through the wiry white hair. The two professors merely sat back ad watched the reactions.

"So…" Mr. Jacobson paused, trying to regain his composure after such a shock. "How exactly does that work? Magic, I mean." Dumbledore turned the goat back into the table with a swish of his stick, or wand Harry supposed. As the adults dove into a heavy theoretical discussion on magic, magic users, and the universe in general, Harry sat back and allowed the shock to sink in. Magic was real. He was a wizard. Although, Harry thought, he couldn't say the fact that magic existed to be a complete shock. There was time he had been camping while it was raining.

He and Darren had been trying to get a fire started without success. Then, without warning, the wet wood had spontaneously combusted, leaving nothing but ash and a few glowing embers after a matter of seconds. Then there was the time he and Darren had ended up on the school roof… Harry was stopped from remising by the realization that if magic was real, than Hogwarts must be real too, and Hogwarts was the reason the two professors were here.

"So were exactly is Hogwarts?" Harry interrupted just as Dumbledore stared explaining a theory that magic came from the Earth.

"Ah, Hogwarts is in Scotland and-" Dumbledore began, but Mrs. Jacobson interrupted him.

"Scotland! You want him to go all the way to Scotland?" It was absurd. Harry had a life in the United States, and they wanted him to up and leave to a new country and what seemed to be a unique magical culture. On the other hand, to learn magic… Still, Harry remembered what life had been like in Surrey. How everyone at school wouldn't talk to him because of Dudley and how he spent most of his time cleaning the house.

"I understand it seems intimidating," McGonagall spoke up, "but this is a chance for you to get to know your parents world, Harry." Dumbledore nodded.

"Now you'll need quite a few wizarding supplies," Dumbledore said. "Professor McGonagall has agreed to taken you to Diagon Alley to get your school things tomorrow and she can answer any other questions you may have." Both he and McGonagall stood up.

"Wait," Harry began. All four adults turned to him. "Thank you for the offer, but I don't think I want to go to Hogwarts." Both professors stared at Harry in shock. McGonagall spluttered. The Jacobsons remained sitting at the table unfazed.

"Perhaps we should talk this over a bit more." Dumbledore said while he and McGonagall took their seats at the table again.

In the end, it was Mr. Jacobson who convinced Harry. After listening to a lengthy explanation of the damage an untrained wizard could do to himself and to others, the scoutmaster finally put his two cents in.

"Well Harry, I know this doesn't sound ideal, but I think its something you should try. If you don't like it after a year, we can re-evaluate," at this McGonagall spluttered. "Besides, you'll be home for the summer and you can still spend time with your friends and participate in scouts then. I also think this will help you avoid being haunted by questions of your parents in years to come," Mr. Jacobson explained.

"Really?" Harry asked, still a little doubtful.

"I agree, and don't worry about keeping in touch Harry," Mrs. Jacobson added. "We'll be sure to write you often."

"Alright," Harry said now that most of his fears had been addressed. "I'll go, just to try it out." Both Dumbledore and McGonagall were visibly relieved. Dumbledore capped his hands together.

"Excellent, Minerva, I believe we ought to be getting back."

"Quite, now Harry, I'll be here at noon tomorrow," She told Harry. He looked back at her and nodded. She gave a thin smile. "You do look a lot like your father you know. Except for the eyes. You have Lily's eyes." The two professors left, leaving Harry and the Jacobsons unsure of what to do next.

"Well, why don't you stay for dinner Harry," Mrs. Jacobson finally suggested.

"Yeah, I think I will, thanks." Harry replied. His mind continued to try to sort out the whole evening. I'm a wizard, Harry thought, I'm a wizard and I'm going halfway around the world to learn magic

The next day Harry woke up early, thoughts of shopping with Professor McGonagall floating around his head. It was summer, so there wasn't really much to do during the morning. After cooking breakfast, Harry wound up wandering around in the woods behind the neighborhood houses. Over the past three years Harry had spent a lot of time in the woods. So after crossing the small stream and walking over the ditch on a fallen log to get to his favorite climbing tree, he easily found the way to the Jacobson's back yard. Mrs. Jacobson was outside gardening.

"Hello Harry, how are you?" She asked when she noticed him stepping between the ferns and shrubs. She added a weed to the growing pile of unwanted plants beside her.

"Pretty nervous actually," Harry said, running a hand through his hair. was not surprised when he felt several pine needles tangled in his unruly locks. He gave a halfhearted smile.

"I understand," Mrs. Jacobson looked at Harry sympathetically. "Going to a new place is never easy, but you're a charming boy, I'm sure you'll make friends in no time."

"I suppose," Harry replied, plopping down in the grass, "but I'm worried I'll loose all the friends I have here. I mean, when I moved here, I didn't have people to try to stay in touch with, and now that I do, I'm scared it'll all go away if I leave, you know?" Harry glanced over at Mrs. Jacobson, and was surprised to see tears in her eyes. It made him a little uncomfortable.

"Umm, are you alright?" he asked, unsure whether or not he should even be talking to a crying woman.

"I'm fine, Harry, I'm just going to miss you so much when you are off at school, but don't think for a moment, that I'll go away." Mrs. Jacobson pulled Harry into a hug. "I'll always be here," she said. Harry smiled, even if he still felt a little awkward.

He remembered the first time Mrs. Jacobson had hugged him. She had been helping out for the personal finance merit badge, because the scoutmaster insisted she was better at budgeting than him. In fact, she helped out with quite a few merit badges, and frequently brought treats to the scout meetings. That night Peter had asked Mrs. Jacobson if she had any kids. Then Mrs. Jacobson had gone quiet, and sadly told the scouts that she wouldn't be able to have kids. Harry had said that was probably best because she was kind of a mother to all the scouts, and wasn't eleven kids enough? That had marked the beginning of Harry's special child-parent relationship with Mrs. Jacobson.

After holding Harry close a few minutes, Mrs. Jacobson looked down at her watch. "Oh dear, it's almost noon. You'd better get back home to meet Professor McGonagall." She told Harry.

"Right, thanks for everything." Harry stood back up and brushed himself off. With a wave, he headed off towards his house.

"Be sure to come over tonight to tell us about Diagon Alley!" Mrs. Jacobson called after him. Harry turned back and told her he would.

This chapter makes me cringe a bit. I haven't quite worked out how I want to portray Dumbledore and so both his and McGonagall's characters felt kind of awkward to write. Anyway, thanks for reading.