Rebels With A Cause

Summary:

The Second War has ended, but at a great cost. With half of the Wizarding Population dead and the other half left to pick up the pieces, there is little hope that those left will be able to keep the Wizarding World alive. The hero of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter, consults with four American Sorcerers and they devise a plan to fix it.

To fix everything.

Even if they have to break one of the most critical laws known to Wizards and Witches alike.

Prologue
No Turning Back
'Dude, you had me at 1976.'

Hidden beneath the hood of his traveling cloak, Harry James Potter stares up at the beautiful, two-story cabin surrounded by the thick forest. Nestled in a valley of the north-east mountain ranges of the United States of America, the cabin was well-hidden and off-the-beaten-track. So well hidden in fact that most of the Wizarding World wouldn't recognize it as one of the Dorm Houses for The Salem Academy of Sorcery; the school a well-kept secret that only plays as a word of mouth between sorcery students.

Most Wizards wouldn't be caught dead associating with Sorcerers; the magic used in the Americas far more different than the magic used in the rest of the world of magic.

Then again, Harry Potter is not like other Wizards, and is desperate enough to approach the Sorcerers.

Inhaling deeply and steeling his nerves, he knocks firmly on the oak door.

"We didn't order any Girl Scout Cookies!"

Despite the difficult months he's experienced, Harry can't help the small smile that tugs along the edges of his lips. When he had secretly contacted the Dean of The Salem Academy, he had been informed that the group residing in this particular Dorm House were some of the best. When he told the Dean that the mission he carries is one that breaks several different Wizarding laws, the Dean simply chuckled and insisted that the residents of The Den are often searching for new adventures and often push the boundaries of rules and regulations.

Harry had always been told Americans are an odd collection of people.

"I'm not a Girl Scout," Harry replies.

A moment of silence passes before the door pulls open, Harry's gaze immediately settling on the tall, lanky teen standing in the threshold. Warm light-blue eyes meet his own before the quickly sweep over Harry's figure.

"Uh...whatever you're selling, we aren't interested."

"The Dean of your school pointed me in this direction," Harry explains.

The boy, almost on the verge of manhood, looks up thoughtfully, humming to himself, before shaking his head, "I can't think of why. Dean Harvest tries to avoid associating with us as much as possible. I think Syn gives her migraines or something along those lines."

"I'm not here for Dean Harvest's interests, but for my own," Harry reasons, "If I may speak with you and the other residents."

The boy glances him over once more before sighing, "Well, I suppose. C'mon in."

Stepping into the cabin, Harry removes his cloak and hangs it on one of the several hooks along the entrance wall. Calmly following the boy further into the cabin, Harry winces as the auburn-haired teen lets out a shrill whistle, calling up for the other residents to 'get their asses down here'.

From his seat on the arm chair, Harry watches as a shy-looking brunette hustles into the living room. From the flour smeered across her cheek, Harry guesses she came from the kitchen. Her brown curls are pulled onto the top of her head, the wire-framed reading glasses a vintage-style. A faint blush stains her powdered cheeks as she soft tawny eyes meet Harry's as she takes a seat on the couch next to the boy; who instantly wraps a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"This better be good. I working on my new project."

The sultry voice is accompanied by the soft 'clicks' of high heels as a beautiful strawberry-blonde saunters up the step from a staircase; most likely leading to a basement. The blonde is the epitome of beauty: hourglass curves, aristocratic features and flawless complexion. She gracefully takes a seat on the empty cushion on the unoccupied side of the brunette.

Heavy, quick footsteps sound from upstairs and disappears suddenly, Harry's eyes drawn toward the figure gliding down the staircase along the top of the railing. Heavy boot-clad feet thump on the ground as the petite, raven-haired girl lands solidly at the base of the stairs. The tossled layers of her hair gives her a windswept look, the length falling no further than the middle of her neck. Bright green eyes instantly meets Harry's dark emerald, Harry swallows slightly at the sharpness of her gaze, as well as the perculiar starburst of silver wrapping around her pupils.

"Are we getting expelled?" the raven-haired girl questions, her voice carrying a femininely husky tone.

"Um, no. Apparently, Harvest sent this guy here for some reason."

The raven-haired girl hums, her suspicious glance at Harry not going unnoticed as she drops carelessly in the empty arm chair; her body leaning against one arm as one leg hangs over the other, "Okay. Does the stranger have a name?"

Harry clears his throat, "My name is Harry Potter."

The raven-haired girl lets out a long, low whistle, "Wow. Okay. Well, whatever it is that yous were told, we didn't do it."

Harry can't help but chuckle lowly at the girl's dry humor, "I'm not here for anything but my own benefit."

"You do know Wizards and Witches kinda hate us, yes?" the blonde snarks.

"I know, but I've run out of ideas. The Ministry expects me to be able to...fix everything and re-establish order, but...I can't. Everyone..." Harry's gaze drops to his hands, "Everyone I know and love is dead."

"So, what do you want from us?"

"From what I understand, Sorcery doesn't fall under Wizarding laws, and I was hoping to find a group of individuals that are willing to help me do what needs to be done, despite the reprecussions it might cause."

Harry watches as blatant interest appears on all four faces, the raven-haired girl sitting upright, "What exactly do you want us to do?"

Meeting their gazes, Harry realizes that, for some reason, the other three are leaving the choice up to the raven-haired girl. Perhaps, there is something special about her. All four are blatantly different than each other; but the sense of unfalible trust the other three have in the girl is curious. The raven-haired girl is rather tiny; the shortest of the four and her build seems slight and petite on all fronts. Searching her gaze, Harry notices the curiosity and...willingness to help.

"I want you to go back in time and stop Voldemort before he starts the First War," when he receives no responses, Harry sighs, "In 1981, Voldemort died when he tried to kill me as a baby. Between 1981 and 1976, Voldemort began to gain more followers that allowed him to become one of the most feared Wizards in our history. I, for obvious reasons, cannot go back, due to the connection I've always had with him, and will always have with him."

"What year exactly are we going back to?"

Harry swallows thickly at the boy's question, "A friend of mine managed to uncover a spell that will send you back to 1976. You will be re-written into the timeline, as if you've lived there you're whole life, but you will have all of the knowledge I have in here," Harry removes a small, leather-bound notepad from the breast pocket of his blazer jacket, "Use it to end Voldemort before he leaves our world in shambles."

"You do know that our involvement may very well change everything. You may not even be born."

Harry's eyes hardened with determination, "If that's what it takes to save everyone I've ever come to know and love, then so be it. Please. I know I'm asking a lot, for you to give up your lives here, but...I know if I went to any of my fellow Wizards, I'd be thrown in St. Mungos or Azkaban."

The raven-haired girl chuckles, leaning forward to snatch the leather-bound notepad from his hand, "Dude, you had me at 1976."

Unable to hold back the chuckle, Harry shakes his head.

And other Wizards worry about the sanity of Sorcerers.

Author's Note:

Okay, so this is the beginning of a new story. I've been playing around with this one for awhile now and so far, I have enjoyed writing it. This story is obviously going to turn into an A/U story and will contain four Original Characters. I am going to be toying with the characters from the Marauder's era. There will be humor, romance, friendship, hurt/comfort, and tons of other things.

I want you, my readers, to being involved with the story, so aside from the eventual Sirius/Synthia (OC) romance, I welcome any of your ideas and who you think fits. I promise, this WILL contain James/Lily at some point, but I am open for any of your thoughts (I have no problem writing mild-slash, but I won't dive into too many details). I urge you all to watch how my OC's interact with canon-characters and come up with ANY types of relationships (romantic or friendly/sibling) that you want to see develop. As the story progresses, more character quirks will appear in my OC's, because lets face it, we don't just tell everyone our problems and issues at first meeting.

Let me know what you guys think and tell me what you want to see.