It was a cloudy day when she received the message. It had rained the night before and it was bitterly cold outside. Aubrey struggled with her short black hair and as the wind seemed eager to mess with it. Aubrey passed a gentleman who handed her a folded piece of paper. He shoved it in her hand and kept walking. She grimaced and unfolded the paper, expecting a joke or swear word. To her surprise, it was a message.

She hurried out of sight and walked into an alley. She apparated back into her small house and turned to see an old professor staring at her. "Aubrey, it's been years since you last visited Hogwarts."

Aubrey smiled a bit. "Professor Dumbledore, to what do I owe this pleasure? Shouldn't you be at Hogwarts?"

"I've come to discuss a serious matter with you. You've chosen to work in the muggle world, despite all that you know. You were a talented witch in your day."

"Have you come to flatter me, professor?"

"My point, Aubrey, is that you are needed. You studied wizarding law before you changed your mind to become an author. You'll need your old skills to help me in bringing justice."

Aubrey plopped down on her couch as she raised her eyebrows. "And, who would I be suing?"

He gave her a look. "You will not be suing. You will be defending a wizard who's been charged with a crime."

"Indeed? Who?"

Dumbledore took out a newspaper and handed it to her. She looked at the cover and saw the moving picture of a man, around his late 30's. He had dark hair and eyes. Under his picture were two words: Percival Graves.

She read through the article until her eyebrows furrowed. "He's charged with treason. For supporting Grindelwald himself?"

"I'm afraid the evidence is very overwhelming. However, the man is innocent."

Aubrey was taken back. "That's a risky guess, sir."

"It's not a guess, I assure you. I will not go far into it, but I knew Grindelwald. I also knew Percival Graves. He is innocent."

Aubrey went back to reading through the article. "He's in America. Are they sending him here to be tried?"

Dumbledore paced her living room as he shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. My dear, I am sending you to America to defend him."

He waved a wand and all her luggage appeared there before her. She gave a heavy sigh as she glanced back up at Dumbledore. He had a small smile, and she could tell he was hoping she would go through with it. "Very well. I'll take his case. Consider it a favor from an old student."

"Thank you, my dear. Safe travels. Your boat leaves in ten minutes."

She muttered a spell and all her luggage shrunk down. Gently, she placed it in her pocket and gave Dumbledore a nod. "I'll try to write, sir. It was godd to see you again."

They shook hands. He handed her her ticket and he thanked her again before she apparated to the docks to board her boat. Aubrey boarded and went into her room to unpack. She kept the newspaper Dumbledore gave her and laid down in bed to read more of Percival Graves. He was an auror for MACUSA and worked in their Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Aubrey scribbled down notes on Graves as she studied as much of him as she could. She realized she didn't have any information on his relationship with Grindelwald aside of being accused of supporting him.

How could an auror support and be in communication with Grindelwald without being noticed? She assumed he was a reasonably powerful wizard, similarly to Grindelwald. Throughout the night, she wrote down notes and studied what she could. With a heavy sigh, she realized she would have to find out more when she arrived in America. Graves was being held in New York by the MACUSA and had been branded as a traitor to wizardkind. If the poor fellow truly was innocent (she still had her doubts), it would be difficult to defend him.

If there was anything she knew of wizarding laws in America, it's that they're very strict and mostly foolish. American wizards did not believe in marriage between muggles and wizards. True, not many wizards in the UK believed in such an idea, but Americans were more against it. As the hours passed, Aubrey decided to get some sleep.

The next afternoon, she arrived in America and was amazed at how crowded the place was. She could barely get by people without bumping into someone. Most people were very rude and just pushed their way through. Aubrey was pushed into a small shop and she tried to catch her breath. The streets were full of people. After an hour, she managed to find a hotel and book a room. It wasn't a fancy place, but it wasn't too cheap either.

Quickly, she set out to find the MACUSA headquarters. Dumbledore had sent her an owl on where to find it. There were several ways, but Aubrey decided to stick with the entrance found near central park. A statue stood by the park and had a plaque at the bottom of it. There was some Latin written on the plaque. With her wand, she read the Latin and gave it a wave. Carefully, she stuck out her hand and went through the statue, almost like how one gets through the barrier at Kings Cross Station.

She appeared at headquarters and gazed in amazement at how many windows there were. Clearing her throat, she approached a young witch behind a desk. "Yes, how may I help you?"

Aubrey took out Dumbledore's letter and tried to scan through it before replying. "Ah, yes, I'm looking for...Picquery?"

"Oh, President Picquery?"

"Yes, him. I have an appointment with him."

The young woman gave a small laugh. "She will be in her office. I'll show you the way."

Aubrey followed her down a flight of stairs and into a long hallway. Several doors covered the walls as they stopped at one white one. The woman knocked and the door opened. Aubrey stepped inside as she saw a woman with dark skin, waiting for her. She had a large, gold head piece on her head and a long robe. "Are you Miss Masterson?"

Aubrey gave a single nod. "Yes, yes. You must be President Picquery."

"Yes. Please, have a seat."

President Picquery didn't look very welcoming. She frowned the whole time and didn't even properly greet Aubrey, She sat down in front of the president as she stood and paced the room. She was distressed, Aubrey could tell. "You've come to defend Percival Graves."

"Well, I was actually sent. I didn't volunteer-"

"Do you realize what this man is being charged with, Miss Masterson?"

Aubrey grimaced. "Ah, yes. He's been charged with-"

"Treason. This man has aided Grindelwald himself by allowing him to take possession of his identity and physical form and..."

Aubrey couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her jaw slightly hung open as the president continued speaking. Her eyes were filled with anger and concern. Aubrey felt so small as she was being informed more of Percival Graves. She felt so stupid for knowing next to nothing about him.

"Grindelwald impersonated Graves for God-knows how long, and nearly got this entire city destroyed for it."

Aubrey grimaced at that and took out her notebook to write notes. The president raised an eyebrows at this, but continued. "He was aiding an Obscurial. Planning to use his power for his dark deeds."

"A what? An Obscurial?"

President Picquery folded her arms. "You don't know what an Obscurial is. You know almost nothing of Percival Graves, yet you are here to defend him in court. How can you even sit in my office, wasting my time?"

Biting her lip, Aubrey didn't know how to reply. "I was sent here by Albus Dumbledore, ma'am. He gave me little information on this case. However, I've done my own studying. I intend to do my best for this man. Now, where is he being held?"

"You expect me to show you to him? Can you even defend yourself magically? You've not impressed me, Miss Masterson. I expected more from a witch of your study."

Now it was Aubrey's turn to be upset. "Show me to him. Please. You can insult me during the court case. Until then, I will do my job as I have been sent to do."

President Picquery stared at her for a moment until she finally side-smiled. She stepped out of her office and Aubrey followed. "He is being held on the island of the green lady. The woman who brought you to my office will tell you more."

Aubrey, despite being upset, gave her a bow of her head. "Thank you."

She walked back up the stairs to see the young woman back at the front desk. She was filing papers with her wand. Aubrey approached her and the woman smiled at her. "Oh, hello! How can I help you?'

"I must find the island of the...green lady. Can you tell me where that might be?"

"Oh, the statue of liberty! Sure, let me get you a map of the city."