A/n- Hi! I'm back! I won't ramble too much. I just wanna say, enjoy the story. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were walking briskly towards the two gargoyles that guarded the headmaster's office. They were under the invisibility cloak because it was nearing midnight.
"I wonder what Dumbledore wants from us," Ron whispered.
"Ouch ron, that was my foot," Hermione hissed.
"Sorry Mione, this cloak isn't as big as it used to be," he muttered back. Hoping to avoid a potential argument that would get all three of them caught, Harry spoke up.
"Dumbledore hasn't spoken to me all year." Harry was still confused, and if he was honest with himself, a little hurt by the headmaster's aloofness. "I don't know why he would want to see us in the middle of the night."
"Maybe he didn't want to alert Umbridge," Hermione suggested. Harry nodded but looked skeptical. Dumbledore knew that they had the cloak; he had been the one to give it to Harry in his first year. The three could have traveled through the hallways unseen during the day.
When they arrived at the gargoyles, Hermione pulled a piece of crumpled parchment from her robe pocket.
"Fudge Flies," she said and the gargoyles slid apart to reveal a familiar moving staircase. The trio stepped onto it and knocked upon the oak door. It swung open to reveal…
"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed happily. Sirius smiled and winked.
"Oh, a ghost," he exclaimed in horror. "What evil invisible spirits have befallen the great, sexy heir of the house of Black." Hermione reached out and smacked him playfully.
"Oh, what violence is this?" The laughing teens shrugged out of the cloak and Harry was engulfed in a hug as they all piled into the office.
"Sirius, aren't you supposed to be in hiding?" Harry asked, his good mood slightly deflating as he realized the danger his godfather was putting himself in.
"Relax Harry, I've got to live a little don't I? And at any rate, the headmaster asked me to be here." Harry looked around the room, noticing that there were others. He could see Kingsley Shacklebolt and Tonks leaning against adjacent corners of the office. On the back wall of the office stood fred, George, Ginny, Neville, luna, and Remus. Behind his disorganized desk sat Dumbledore himself.
"Excellent, you're all here," he said merrily. Harry tried to catch his eye but Dumbledore suddenly became very interested in the spot above Harry's head.
"Professor, why are we here?" Hermione asked, ever the one for getting down to business.
"Ah yes, I'm sure you're quite curious. Well, I have a very important mission for all of you." Ears perked up and all of the students were staring intently at their headmaster.
"You see, Voldemort," shudders followed but Dumbledore ignored them, "is intent on hunting muggles for sport. We need to set a task force of the Order to specifically monitor muggle activity and to divert any attacks from Death Eaters. There are only a few members of the order that have an inkling of understanding when it comes to the muggle world. I have decided that all of you will be traveling to muggle America to study the habits of muggles." The reactions of the occupants of the room ranged from confused looks to Luna's dreamy smile.
"Professor, why don't we study the muggles in the United kingdom? You-Know-Who has no power in America and we wouldn't need to protect them," Hermione asked, her brain wherling.
"This is, how you say, a two part plan, Ms. Granger. It will allow us to collect information from muggles without having the Ministry of Magic breathing down our necks about it. Also, it will get Harry out of the eye of public scrutiny, allowing us to strengthen the work of the Order without fear of being caught by an over enthusiastic reporter," Dumbledore said. Harry flushed with embarrassment. He didn't want to be the cause of this special little trip.
"What about MACUSA, they won't be too thrilled about this," Hermione pointed out worriedly.
"Mawhatta?" Ron asked.
"MACUSA, it stands for the Magical Congress of the United States of America. It's America's Ministry of Magic, so to speak. It's well-known that MACUSA is not fond of Wizards and muggles, or No-majs, crossing paths. If we do this, won't we be in direct violation of Rappaport's Law?"
Kingsley whistled appreciatively.
"Goodness Ms. Granger, have you ever considered a job at the Ministry?"
Hermione blushed, but looked intently around, waiting for an answer.
"In theory, we would be in violation of Rappaport's Law, but because of my connections in MACUSA, we have received special permission to observe the muggles, or No-Majs, as they are called." Dumbledore answer, his eyes twinkling in pride at Hermione.
"Where do we come in, sir? Why do we all have to go?" Neville asked timidly. This mission had sounded safe enough but at Hermione's mention of possibly breaking foreign wizarding laws, Neville had begun to feel nervous about the whole thing.
"I want you to observe muggles in a school habitat. It is extremely likely that when Voldemort's army is strong enough to allow for attacking muggles, he will attack muggle children in their schools because he'll have access to hundreds of muggles ranging in age. All of you will attend American high school for one term. You will study the norms and patterns of muggle culture."
"And us?" Sirius asked, gesturing to himself, Tonks, Remus, and Kingsley. "How will we be able to observe? We're a bit old for school."
"You will provide protection to the students. Even though Voldemort's reign of terror has not seemed to reach America yet, there is still the possibility of danger. Also, you will be in a position to observe muggle parents and adults in general. I have arranged for all of the adults to have muggle jobs," Dumbledore explained, his eyes twinkling madly. "Do you all accept?"
Slowly, everyone in the room nodded. It looked like it was time for a foreign adventure.