A/N- My last story didn't do too well, but after seeing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, I came up with a great idea for a story. Well, I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

Fred ran his hand through his longish ginger hair and sighed as he glanced at the income sheets for this month. Sales at Weasley Wizard Wheezes had been steadily decreasing after Snape had murdered the greatest headmaster Hogwarts had ever seen, Albus Dumbledore. Now death eaters were being recruited in the likes of buying candy- in great masses. Almost the entire Slytherin house had pledged their allegiance to the Dark Lord, and had decided to drop out of Hogwarts in order to commit his dastardly deeds. The remaining Slytherins had to be sorted again, into separate houses. To make matters worse, Harry Potter and his two best friends had neglected to come back to Hogwarts for their final year, and opted to instead use the time steadily searching for Voldemort's remaining horcruxes.

George had gotten married to his fellow Gryffindor quidditch player, Katie Bell, and had some reason to be happy, as he was now on his honeymoon at a tropical island tucked into the corner of the world that was reserved for witches and wizards. Fred now manned the shop alone, waiting for his other half to come back from his blissful time with his new wife. During times like this, Fred wished he had someone to talk to, other than his brothers and sister. What he needed now was someone close, to whom he could express his every last fear.

A faint ringing resounded through the small shop. Fred looked up and saw a woman walk through the door. She looked out of place, as she wore Muggle clothing. Her tan skin was adorned with a black blazer over a lacy white camisole, with an impossibly short black skirt. Pointy stiletto boots covered the end of her legs. Without the three inch heels, the woman would have been around five feet and five inches, relatively short. Her black hair fell to her mid-back in soft curls, but when the sun hit it, it looked more of a chocolate brown. She looked a bit younger than Fred, maybe eighteen or nineteen, compared to Fred's twenty. Fred's gaze finally fell onto her face. And a beautiful face it was. But after the lady moved her black sunglasses to the top of her head, it was her eyes that caught Fred's attention. Big brown eyes, with a stare so powerful, that he suddenly wanted to back away. Thought unnerved, Fred stood his ground. As the woman approached him, he said in a well-practiced voice.

"Welcome to Weasley Wizard Wheezes. How may I help you?" The woman looked around as if checking for something that didn't belong, and finally responded.

"Hello. My name is Ali. I'm looking for Fred and George Weasley." She raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to say he had no idea who the two were. But once again, Fred stood his ground.

"I'm sorry, but George isn't in right now. But I am Fred. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Losing all sense of politeness once she heard this information, the woman called Ali replied by pulling out a pass that bore the crest of the ministry. Fred visibly paled and nodded. Being called upon by the ministry was never good these days. It was like getting a visit from the Grim Reaper, because once the ministry got a hold of you, it was guaranteed that you would spend the rest of your life fighting the never-ending supply of death eaters. "This way," Fred motioned with his hand as he led Ali to the back office. Once inside, Fred locked the door and took a seat behind the desk, and nodded for Ali to take the chair opposite him. But before Fred could pull out his wand, Ali flicked her wrist. The chair glued itself to the floor, and shackles wound around his wrists and ankles. Fred protested, but Ali waved her hand at him, murmuring a soft "silencio", and Fred found himself unable to speak.

Ali stood up and started pacing across the room.

"Wandless magic," she said, catching the look of awe on Fred's face. "Just listen to me. I want to make this as easy as possible." She stopped pacing and met Fred's wide emerald eyes. "Voldemort is getting stronger every day," she started. "Witches and wizards are dying by the hundreds trying to defeat his power. The ministry is a bunch of fools." At the look of anger in Fred's eyes, she hastily added. "Except for your father, of course." Fred's eyes lost their flame and continued to meet Ali's.

"What I mean is, they don't seem to be helping the situation any. Voldemort has even started recruited followers from America. That's where I'm from. Personally, I think it's much easier for him to recruit followers from my country, being as we have twice the amount of drunks, airheads, and druggies that you do." A glint of humor swept across Fred's eyes. "But the point is," Ali continued, "that your country needs help. You have absolutely no chance whatsoever of defeating Voldemort by yourselves, even if you do have the great Harry Potter." Ali spotted the look of confusion in Fred's face.

"Where do I come in? I am from a special institute in America, which I will not name, for fear of it reaching the ears of the wrong people. We are all what are called mages- witches and wizards who have a higher average of raw magic flowing through their blood. We are able to perform spells of higher power using less energy, and without a wand. As you can see, I am not white. My institute collects individuals from all over the world with this power, and has been for the last 500 years without Voldemort knowing. I believe you knew one of our graduates, Albus Dumbledore. We from the institute are willing to help in this war." Ali paused, regaining her breath.

"Why did I come to you? You, Fred Weasley, and your twin brother are the most promising candidates in this entire country to be trained as a highly deadly spy. But since he is currently unavailable, that leaves you alone. I will teach you all I know on behalf of my institute, and when the time comes, you and I will spy together, gathering various bits of information for my school and creating a team of spies. Voldemort must be stopped. And you and I are the only people who have much of a chance figuring out how to do it." Ali snapped her fingers and the shackles slipped off Fred's wrists and ankles. Fred leapt up, slammed Ali against the wall and ripped off the sleeve of her blazer till the forearm, trying to find a Death Eater symbol. But as soon as he saw the smooth tan skin unmarred where the Dark Mark should have been, he felt a knife at his throat. He looked down to look at Ali, who was in fact shorter than him, to find she cocked an eyebrow and was smiling at him.

"Never attack the teacher," She whispered in his ear. "You never know if I will be able to stop my reflexes in time." Ali slid the knife back into her sleeve and Fred let go of her, breathing hard.

"What the hell is this! Some kind of sick joke? I don't want to be a spy! I want to run my joke shop! Why can't you stupid ministry followers understand that?" Fred paused to see Ali suppressing a laugh and tapping the toe of her boot against the stone floor. "What?" Fred asked.

Ali grinned. "Now I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but I'm afraid I just don't have the time." She waved her hand and her ripped sleeve repaired itself. She turned to leave, but before she opened the door, Ali turned her head. "Oh right! The ministry crest? It was a fake. You wouldn't be a very good spy would you? It's just too bad that I have the unwanted job of teaching you how to tell the truth from lies. Well, see you later then. I'll send word of when and where to meet me for our first lesson." With that, Ali turned and left, leaving Fred to stare at her retreating figure dumbfounded, with the clicking of her heels resounding in his head.

A/N- Well! That was the first chapter. I hope you liked it! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! I want to hear ALL of your opinions, good or bad! The next chapter will probably be up by the end of next week.