MIT: Magic Incorporating Technology

A/N: Ash will be appearing next chapter. It should be amusing. This chapter deals with Harry arriving and also explains what happened to the Hallows in this 'verse.

Just want to point out here: I'm Australian, and have never been out of the country. I'm making everything to do with the airport and MIT up. If someone is bothered enough to point out a mistake, I may take notice of it in further chapters, but I am rather lazy, so don't count on it.

Chapter One: Getting There

As Harry had expected, Hermione hit the roof when he told her about his plans to bring Kreacher with him.

"Harry, how could you? You said you'd give him his freedom when you left! He's stable enough to survive on his own now. You don't really need a House-elf, you're going to be living in a dorm again!" She continued on in this vein for about five minutes, until Harry pointedly glanced at his watch. He had a plane to catch, after all.

"Look, he's served the Blacks all his life. Since I'm technically Lord Black now, he wants to keep serving me. But I promise that I'll pay him - I've been paying him so far after all. And I know that I'll be in a dorm - we've discussed it. Kreacher's going to help me look for a place to rent when we get there, and he can take care of that." Hermione opened her mouth to protest some more, but Harry talked over her. "I know, I know, but he'd be miserable if I left him now. I can't do that to him. Come on, I need to catch a plane."

"How's Kreacher getting there?" Ron asked, glaring lightly at the elf. He and Kreacher had never gotten along - it probably had something to do with the fact that Kreacher still called him 'the blood-traitor' in his muttered comments.

"Easy," Harry shrugged. "When I get to my dorm room, I'll call for him. He'll come to me."

With that, Harry picked up his pack and gave the house one final glance. He'd signed it over to Remus, knowing that there was no way the Werewolf would be able to afford a house of his own. Remus had tried to protest, but Harry had held firm, saying that this way he knew that the darker contents of the house wouldn't be used or accidentally activated. He'd also given another of the Black properties to Ron and Hermione as an engagement present - they'd announced their impending marriage shortly after he'd finished his exams.

In all, he'd inherited ten different properties from the Blacks and the Potters. The remaining eight, scattered around England, he had decided to rent out to give him some extra income while he studied. Not that he really needed it - after all, there was enough money that he would never have to work, if it weren't for the fact that he'd get bored sitting around with nothing to do. Still, it was nice to know that he was doing something to replace the money that was being spent.

Molly and Arthur Weasley met them at the Airport after he'd checked in, Molly trying to hold back tears and Arthur looking fascinated with the place. Harry smiled as his surrogate mother enveloped him in a hug, reluctant to let him go.

"Now Harry dear," Molly released him enough to look into his face. "You know that you can always come back, right? It doesn't matter if your power's depleted, you're always welcome."

"I know," Harry smiled. "And I'll make sure to visit during holidays. I want to leave the politics behind, not you."

"That's my boy," Molly hugged him again. Ron and Harry shared a grin. There were times when Molly really didn't seem to remember that Harry wasn't actually her son.

"Harry," Hermione interrupted the hug, "you're flight's being called. Time to go."

Harry nodded, and enveloped her in his arms when Molly released him.

"I'll keep in touch, I promise."

"You'd better."

With a sly grin, Harry went to shake Ron's hand - then jumped on him and gave him a hug as well.

"Argh! Gerroff, Harry!" Harry just laughed and clung tighter to his best friend. After a few seconds, he let go, knowing that he needed to hurry. "Flaming poofter," Ron muttered.

"Ron, I'm hurt!" Harry didn't look hurt, however. Ever since admitting that he was bisexual, Ron had taken to jokingly throwing sexual insults at him. That way, it didn't hurt so much when other people said it seriously.

"Ronald, don't talk to Harry like that." It didn't mean that Molly liked it, though.

Finally, Harry turned to Arthur, who surprised him by giving him a gentle hug as well.

"Take care of yourself, Harry. We'll miss you."

"I'll miss you guys too."

Quickly, Harry grabbed his backpack and went to the queue leading out of the gate. He gave his friends one final wave before stepping outside to begin his journey.

-MIT-

It was a tired and cranky Harry who arrived in Boston. He hadn't gotten much sleep, despite his first-class ticket. While he loved flying on a broom, he decided that he hated planes. If at all possible, he'd be avoiding them in the future.

Then he realised that his only other options to get back home were the Floo network or a ship, and decided that a plane was the lesser of three evils.

Thanks to a charm Hermione had cast on his trunk, Harry didn't have much trouble getting it onto a trolley and heading on out of the airport. His luck held out when he managed to get a cab, since he still had no idea how to drive. It had never been relevant before.

Time passed, and eventually Harry managed to make his way to the MIT student dormitories, find his RA, find his room, and start unpacking. However, it was getting late, so instead he gave in and decided to call for Kreacher.

"Kreacher! Come to me."

A few seconds later, there was a soft 'pop', and Kreacher appeared. After startling Harry with loud apparition once too often and getting a singed ear, Kreacher had figured out how to muffle sound when he appeared and disappeared.

"Master Harry is calling for Kreacher! Kreacher is happy to be brought to Master Harry's new residence."

"Yeah, good to see you too," Harry muttered. The elf gave him a shrewd look, then nodded.

"Master Harry is needing his sleepies," Kreacher stated as he snapped his fingers. The small bed was instantly ready and warmed, and Harry slipped in gratefully after stripping.

"Kreacher, you're an angel." Harry closed his eyes and smiled at the elf's laughter.

"Kreacher is making room better for Master Harry. Master Harry is not to worry about anything. Kreacher is taking care of it all."

-MIT-

When Harry drifted awake, he could smell a cooked breakfast and coffee waiting for him. He opened his eyes and looked around, blinked, then looked again. Kreacher certainly hadn't been joking last night.

Somehow, the elf had managed to enlarge the space inside the room slightly. It wasn't enough to draw attention from any Muggles who entered, but it was noticeable to the wizard.

Against one wall, next to the door, was a desk he recognised from the Black library. On it was a gas-lamp, and in front of it was his favourite chair from the study at Grimmauld Place. On the other side of the door was a large bookshelf, one shelf filled with his textbooks from back in London and his new books for his course here. The other shelves were filled with his favourite books from back home.

Opposite the door was the wall his bed was against. He hadn't noticed, but there was a window right next to his head. If he wanted, he could open the curtain and window and feel the night breeze as he slept. Knowing a little about London's pollution level, he didn't feel like chancing it until he knew more about the air here.

At the foot of his bed was his trunk, closed. He guessed that either it was empty, or his more magical items were being kept inside. Behind him, against the wall at the head of his bed, was a wardrobe he was certain that he'd seen somewhere at Grimmauld Place.

In the space between his trunk and desk, a small social-area had been set up. There was a two-seat sofa and an armchair, with a low coffee table. It was on this that his breakfast had been placed.

Harry slowly got out of bed, confused as to how all of the furniture had gotten here. He was sure that last night, it had just been the standard, sparse dorm furnishings that he'd seen in a brochure. Then a note next to his breakfast caught his eye, and Harry smiled as he slipped his glasses on and read it.

Cub-

Kreacher appeared back here, muttering about how unsuitable the dorm was. I agreed to let him take some furniture from here for you. Don't even think about sending it back, or I'll come over there and bite you.

Study hard, and don't forget to call.

-Moony

Harry let out a laugh, before making a start on his food. Kreacher certainly hadn't lost his touch, and soon after Harry decided that he felt fortified enough to go exploring. Classes wouldn't start for another couple of days, but it wouldn't hurt to know his way around. Maybe even introduce himself to some of the other students.

Nodding firmly, Harry opened the door to the wardrobe, only for his jaw to drop. Kreacher had, again, enlarged the space inside so that his entire clothing collection fit. Not that he had that many clothes to begin with, but when Hermione had heard that he was going to be living in the Muggle world, she'd insisted on taking him shopping and getting plenty of new clothes. Harry was certain that he'd left most of them behind when packing, but figured that again, Kreacher had made a trip home for his things.

Harry quickly pulled on what he hoped was a normal outfit - jeans, a tight black t-shirt and a loose emerald-green button-down over the top, with white sneakers. He then got out the items which he always carried when he went out, items that everyone thought had been destroyed.

There was a ring with a large stone, which was on a chain so he could hang it around his neck.

There was what looked like a flick-knife, which he slid into his sock so that it rested against his skin.

And there was a coat, made of a light-weight, shimmery material that seemed to change colour as it was looked at. It had a hood which was currently down, and the ends brushed the ground.

Harry breathed out a sigh of comfort as he secured the Deathly Hallows about himself. Since he had all three, they followed his commands now. The Elder Wand looked, to everyone else, like a flick-knife, and it stayed where he put it. As long as he held it or at least let it touch his skin for six hours or so every day, it seemed content to do as he wished. The Stone, he refused to use. But again, as long as it was with the other three Hallows, it didn't bring him trouble.

It was the Invisibility Cloak that he was most proud of. Once it understood that he wished to keep it with him, but not stay invisible, it had transformed itself into a coat. As long as he didn't raise the hood, it seemed like a perfectly normal coat. When the hood was around his face, however, he became completely invisible. Now, he wouldn't wear any other coat, and in fact wore the Cloak whenever he went out.

Harry was determined that, until he could find a way to destroy the Hallows, no one else would gain control of them. He didn't like being Master Over Death, but he was certain that if anyone else held the position, it would bring disaster.

Grabbing his keys and wallet, Harry headed out of his dorm and into the scary world of college, alone for the first time since starting Hogwarts.