Okay, finally, I have gotten around to writing a different Disney AU. This is going to be a Gramander Pocahontas AU and I hope everyone enjoys it.

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"O'Brien. Check. Fontaine. Check. Goldstein. Check times two…"

Percival Graves sighed at this, "Auror Goldstein. Why is your sister coming? As far as I'm aware, she wasn't promoted to Auror whilst I wasn't looking."

Porpentina, otherwise known as simply Tina, flushed slightly. "President Picquery requested that she come along. Ever since finding out Queenie is a Legilimens, Madame President thinks she may help with… tricky situations."

And this was the definition of a tricky situation.

The relationship between the Magical Congress of the United States of America (MACUSA) and the Ministry of Magic was…. Strained to say the least. The two ministries had very different policies and views on non-magical people, creatures and other laws.

MACUSA had a very strict policy on relationships with No-Maj's. No individual of magical blood was permitted to marry a No-Maj nor have a friendship with them. In terms of magical creatures, they were usually killed on sight, even the ones who presented a very little threat to the wizarding community.

The Ministry of Magic in England however, were far more liberal, often allowing non-magical and magical people to love and marry one another. In terms of creatures, they were only exterminated when they had caused fatal harm to a human being, non-magical or magical.

Due to these two very different viewpoints, the two ministries clashed time and time again. Having a Legilimens with them might help.

This trip was going to focus on trade relationships between the two countries, including the transportation of creatures and immigration…. Nobody was expecting it to go well.

Percival sighed wearily and waved the two sisters on, turning his attention back to the checklist.

"Barebone…. Barebone?"

Glancing up, he frowned at the sight of Picquery ushering a young man in front of her, pushing him onto the ship. A little under a year ago, Picquery had brought the son of the Second Salemer's leader into the MACUSA offices, claiming that the boy's magical ability could not be left alone or untamed any longer, volunteering to train him herself.

Wherever she went, Credence followed on behind.

Before Percival could say anything else, Picquery held up her hand and silently encouraged Credence to get on the ship, "Don't start Director Graves. I don't know how long these negotiations are going to take, and I don't want to let Credence's education fall behind."

"I understand that but any outbursts of magic could hinder the negotiations."

"Credence won't do anything…." Giving the Director a softish smile, Picquery patted her friend on the shoulder, "… I promise."

"… Okay."

Picquery nodded at this, and quickly got on the ship as Percival continued with the checklist.

"Barebones. Check. Picquery. Check…. Abernathy. Check."

Percival had to resist the urge to groan when Picquery's personal assistant sashayed past him. The young man had a nasty habit of 'kissing ass', both Picquery's and Graves's.

This was going to be a long trip.

After completing the last checks, he made his own way onto the ship.

"We should have known that you were coming Director!" chuckled Fontaine, as the ship cast off, "Any chance for a fight, right?"

Percival rolled his eyes, "If everything goes according to plan Fontaine, then there'll be no need for a fight."

"We're going to England! I can't remember a time where there hasn't been a fight between MACUSA and the British ministry!"

"Well let's make this a first."

….

Hours later, as the ship (which had been commandeered by Picquery for personal usage by MACUSA) sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, a storm began to pick up, causing the ship to sway from side to side violently.

Due to the violence of the storm and the height of the waves, the Aurors had cast a powerful 'Protego' spell over the top and sides of the ship, in order to prevent anyone from being swept off the deck… not that this was a fool proof plan

"GRAVES!"

Percival glanced around when he heard Seraphina scream his name from the other end of the deck.

"WHERE'S CREDENCE!"

Frowning at this, Percival span around in a desperate attempt to find the young man, spotting him a little too close to the edge of the ship, clearly being sick over the side. Rolling his eyes, he stumbled over to Credence, noting in concern how the boy shook.

"CREDENCE!" he called out, trying to get his attention, "CREDENCE, GET AWAY FROM THE EDGE!"

Almost in slow motion, Credence turned to face him… just as a huge wave rose into the air. Whilst Percival knew that the Protego shield would protect them, the rocking of the ship as the wave hit the shield might-

Before he could finish the thought, the wave crashed against the shield and sent several Aurors to the ground with the force…. And Credence over the edge into the raging sea below.

"Merlin's beard!" swore Percival, as he prepared to jump into the sea to fetch the boy, wriggling to get his arms out of his coat.

However, before he could, someone practically flew past him and dived into the water after Credence.

"TINA!"

Glancing behind him, Percival spotted the devastated look on Queenie's face and quickly realised who had taken his place.

"Goldstein…" he hissed, racing to the edge of the ship and peering over the edge, scanning the water in a desperate search for the pair.

There!

In the distance, he could see Tina struggling to keep herself and Credence above the swirling and rising waves, her robes soaked and her hair plastered flat against her head.

"O'BRIEN! FONTAINE!" yelled Percival, waving the pair over, "GET SOME ROPES OUT THERE NOW!"

Helping their boss, the pair were quick to obey, charming ropes to wrap around both Tina and Credence and then pulling them back onto the ship. As Credence coughed and spluttered up water, Queenie rushed over to her sister.

"Well…" Tina shook her head and cast a quick warming spell over her and Credence, "… that was refreshing!" she joked, trying to, both make light of the situation and make Credence smile.

Surprisingly, she succeeded in the latter, as Credence gave her a shy smile before turning away. Once Picquery helped the young boy to his feet and led him towards his room below deck, the rest of the Aurors began to congratulate Tina, patting her on the back and beaming at her.

Sheepishly, Tina tried to wave it off. "You would have all done the same for me."

Clearly, the others didn't agree, but they nodded and agreed anyway.

"I must say…"

Everyone's attention snapped to the President, who was standing at the entrance to below deck, and frowning at all of them.

"… I had hoped that bringing some highly experienced Aurors on this trip would prevent disturbances like this. I was wrong." She turned her gaze to Tina, "Thank goodness for the quick actions of Auror Goldstein, or we might have lost someone before even arriving in England. Well done Auror Goldstein."

"Thank you, Madame President!"

"Don't lose heart ladies and gentlemen, it won't be long until we reach England. Remember what awaits us there… potential! The potential for freedom, prosperity…. This is one of the most important visits in MACUSA history and that is why I have brought only the best!"

Percival resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His friend had gotten into the habit of giving overly dramatic speeches.

"A stirring speech hmmm?"

Not bothering to turn to address Abernathy personally, Percival simply shrugged.

"Very stirring…" continued Abernathy, "… and the crew seems exhilarated!"

Percival sighed wearily, "The President needs to keep the crew happy. We can't deal with the possible British problem if we're having troubles amongst our own crew."

"Do you think they're going to give us much trouble? The Ministry I mean."

Fontaine nudged Tina in the side and beamed at her, "Not as much trouble as the Director will give them!"

"You really think the conference will get… tense?"

Shaking his head, Percival smirked. "I've been to, what seems like, hundreds of conferences in England. I doubt this one will be any different."