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Author's note: This story has no title. It isn't beta read.. due to..erm.. problems I'm having.. plus no spell check.. I know there are mistakes.. Like somewhere in here it says.. (Dumbledor) o.O;

Chapter One

The fifth years stared at Dumbledore. True, then man was always a bit off his rocker, nothing too serious though, but this time it was.

"What do you mean!?" Screeched a Ravenclaw, standing on her feet. "You don't have permission!" A Slytherin added. The teachers tried to settle the students, having been rather shocked themselves.

"He does have permission." Remus Lupin, having returned this year, bellowed over the students.

"To send us to the United States?!"

"He can't! I don't want to go!"

"But how?! When will we be back?"

"Father wouldn't allow this!"

Snape stood up, towering above the students in a meancing manner. "Yes to send you to the United States, and all of you will be going. Now be quite!"

The students fell silent. Snape sneered and sat back down. "Very well," Dumbledore stood, "We were sending you to another wizarding school until all of this with Voldemort blew over. It was all for your own safety, but the school couldn't take you in."

Dumbledore looked over the students. Seeing Hermione fidgeting, he continued, "The first years and second years have been sent home. The third years sent to Beauxbatons, and fourth years sent to Drumstrang. You're to be sent to America."

Hermione's hand flew into the air. "Yes, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore sighed inwardly. "The sixth and seventh years are staying here then? To aid in the battle?" She bit her bottom lip as she finished.

"Yes," replied Dumbledore, "if it should come to that."

Lupin stood again as Dumbledore sat. "Any other questions?" Hands shot into the air. This will take all morning! He thought, calling on Blaise Zabini, "Blaise."

"Professor Dumbledore said that the wizarding school in America couldn't take us, so where are we going?"

Hands lowered. "Good question. You're to be sent to muggle schools for the time being. Five students will each be sent to one of twenty schools across the United States. You are to be looked after by one or two Aurors. The groups are to be hand picked, so do not be surprised if you're not with your housemates." An uproar had started before Lupin had even finished.

Snape stood up again, glaring around the room, "Quiet! All of you!" He snapped. The Hall fell silent. Lupin decided he needed to learn how to do that.

Dumbledore noted Hermione's hand in the air once again, "You're lessons, Miss Granger?" Hermione blushed and nodded. "The Auror sent with you will teach your lessons to you. Not as detailed, but basically the same." Lupin cleared his throat, "Go pack your trunks. We will tell you your groups when you return."

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Harry, Hermione and Ron truged back to Gryffindor Common room, moods running quite low. "What are the chances of us being put together, 'Mione?" Hermione looked to Ron as they entered the common room. "Not too good, Ron." She sighed.

"Is there a chance though?" Hermione scolded him and headed up the stairs to the girl's dormitory to pack. "Think that was a yes?" Harry grinned, "Most likely not." The two headed up to their own dorms to pack.

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"Father didn't give them permission. He wouldn't!" Draco was throwing his stuff into his trunk in rage. "I'm owling him, right now." Blaise groaned, "Draco, that's pathetic. Don't you want to see America? Lord child! Move aside!" Blaise shoved Draco from his trunk and began to pull its contents out. "Haven't you ever heard of folding ?" Blaise started to repack the trunk, folding the clothes this time. "No," Draco pouted. "No I don't want to see America. People will miss me." Blaise snorted, "Riight!"

"They will!" Protested Draco.

"Like who?"

A pause. (A rather long one...)

"That's besides the point!" said Draco.

Blaise laughed, "You couldn't come up with anyone!" Draco glared, "Shut up, Zabini!" Blaise finished repakcing Draco's trunk and sat down beside him on his bed.

"I'm actually a bit excited." Blaise said sheepishly.

"You would be, Zabini." "Oh, we're on last name basis? Well, atleast I can pack a trunk, Malfoy ." Blaise grinned.

"So? What does that have to do with anything?" Draco kicked his trunk closed.

"I can do something better than a Malfoy, that's what." Blaise grinned again. "Oh, shut up, Zabini!"

Blaise snorted with laughter. Draco glared at him a bit longer then gave a smile as he began to chuckle. "Think we should be heading back to the Great Hall." He said finally. Blaise nodded.

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As the students began to file back into the Great Hall, Dumbledore dismissed the twenty Aurors that he'd been speaking with. Snape and Lupin walked them out of the Hall, as Dumbledore prepared to announce the groups.

When the students were settled, Snape and Lupin seated on either side of him, Dumbledore cleared his throat and addressed his students yet again.

"The groups are," He was going to make this short and quick, "Professor Snape and Lupin will be taking Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Wealey, and Hermione Granger." Ron yelped with glee. ("There was a chance, see 'Mione!?" )

Dumbledore ignored Ron's outburst and continued, "Rounen will be taking Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and Justin Fitch-Fletchy."* Dumbledore's eyes traveled over to Gryffindor table.

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Harry had stopped listening to the groups after Dumbledore had mentioned 'Rounen'. Harry was the only one who knew the significance of the name.

Harry glanced at Dumbledore. The man met his gaze and winked. Of course he knows, So it was true then. Maybe I might get to see Sirius, He thought, Or should I say Rounen? He smiled at the thought, and turned back to what Dumbledore was saying.

"The last group is Neville Longbottom, Parvati Padtail, Lavender Brown, Vincent Crabbe, and Susan Bones."

Surprisingly the groups had gone in most people's favor (Unlike what they'd been told..), unless you counted Crabbe and Goyle.

Harry was nudged in the side by Ron, "This is cool, isn't it?" He asked, grinning all the while. Harry shrugged. "Depends really. If you're Crabbe and Goyle, no," Ron chuckled. "Ron ,sh! Professor Dumbledor is talking again!" Hermione scolded at the two.

"Now, if you will go collect your trunks and head to the front of the castle. You really should get going if you're all to make your flights." Dumbledore smiled, merry twinkle blazing behind halfmoon spectacles.

A loud squeak came from Neville, "F-flying!?"

Lavender had gone pale with fright, "On a plane?!"

TBC...

Author's Ending Note: Oh.. looky.. new story. Now, I really must thank someone else for putting this insane idea in my head though. The idea was put there long ago, and only surfaced a few weeks ago.. But.. now that it's here.. might aswell make the best of it! so, here you go. Next chapter will be out soon. It's already written. I think I have the third done too... Possibly 3 or 4... Dunno.. well cheerio!

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