The Ministry was having a meeting in the Leaky Cauldron. You-Know-Who had been running around with his death eaters for nearly two years now (and the Ministry has only accepted the fact for a year now), and so far three hundred Aurors have been killed, and that was only in Britain. The meeting was called to alert other countries as well.

"So have we alerted all the countries about You-Know-You coming back?" Fudge asked. They were all about to agree, but Arthur Weasley spoke up.

"No," he said. "You haven't, according to these records, alerted the United States yet."

"Mr. Weasley, we have no records of any wizarding families in the United States," Fudge said looking bored.

"Actually, you do," a voice said. Everyone turned around. It was McGonagall. "There's one family there, only one, but they left Britain centuries ago. They've been forgotten."

"What's the family name?" Fudge asked.

"Baisley."

"Very well," Fudge said. "I shall go over and alert them tomorrow."

"No," McGonagall said. "I should probably do this. Trust me." The all looked at her.

"Very well, Minerva," Fudge said. "You may leave tomorrow." After the meeting, Arthur, caught up to her.

"Minerva, if you don't mind me asking, why do you insist on going?" Arthur asked.

"They're my family, Arthur," she said. "And I think it's time I paid them a visit."

That night, Voldemort and his followers met at their secret gathering place.

"My Lord, what is the purpose of this meeting?" Lucis asked.

" I have been back for nearly two years, and the Ministry has recognized my return," Voldemort said. "We need to alert the Death Eaters in all the nations."

"We already have," Bellatrix said.

"No," Voldemort said. "We haven't reached the United States."

"But my Lord, no wizard or witch lives there," Pettigrew said. "They were all killed off in Salem many years ago."

"Except for one family," Voldemort said. "I thought highly of him, Richard A. Baisley. His ancestors escaped Britain centuries ago from persecution, but moved to Georgia instead of New England. Last I heard, his family moved from Georgia to Tennessee. And anyway, he has left me. He was a faithful follower back sixteen years ago, but after I left, he abandoned what he once believed. I think it's time I paid him a visit."

"My Lord, let me go with you," Lucius said.

"Very well, we leave tomorrow."