Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Dear Readers: This is my first chapter fic, so please no flames. I hope you like it. Don't forger to rate and review! This fic takes place in 7th year. The whole half-blood prince thing never happened, ok?
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"Harry, Ron, Hermione, for your own safety, I am sending you away for two weeks." said Dumbledore calmly. "What? We can't go! I don't want to!" screamed Ron stubbornly. "Professor? Why are we leaving" said Hermione politely. "Yeah, Where are you putting us" "Your leaving because of Voldemort! He won't find you there, I promise. You are going to Franklyn High school. A muggle high school in America!" replied Dumbledore cheerfully. Then, he stood up. "Come on!" "The house elves have packed all you will need. Step inside the fireplace take some floopowder and say " 13 Woodcock Street" Said Dumbledore quickly. They stepped inside the fireplace, said the location name and were pulled into the fireplace. A few seconds later they where spewed onto a ugly, maroon carpet. Above them was an older lady with gray hair coiled into a bun. "Oh! Hello! You must be Harry, Ron, and Hermione. My name is Ms. Fitzgerald." she said with an American accent. "Nice to meet you" They said in unison. "Come into the kitchen, and I will tell you everything."