AN: This is a story I probably won't ever finnish due to limited knowledge when it comes to the seventh Harry Potter book. I like the idea though so I'm putting it up for adoption :)

- Katherine Sanderson

Dumbledore was dead. Rogue didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand she had cut ties with the wizarding world almost eight years ago now and she didn't personally care for Dumbledore, on the other hand that meant the war would start for real any day now, at most they had a couple of months, and that would be extremely bad.

Rogue sighed. Maybe it was time to return. At least temporarily. She could help minimise the damage to the muggle world and keep the muggles in the dark. She knew it would be bad if the wizarding world were discovered, it would be like the situations with mutants.

She was hesitant though. She knew she would have to join the Order of the Phoenix if she wanted to help for real but then she would have to tell them exactly who she was and Rouge knew that the wizarding world as a whole was fairly prejudist. Almost everyone had some kind of prejudice and if it wasn't against muggles, muggleborns or bloodtraitors it was against slytherins, purebloods or magical creatures and halfbreeds. The Wizarding world wasn't really aware of mutants which was bound to cause problems (maybe even fear) and her being Voldemorts daughter wasn't going to help. She was not going to lie to them because that would just cause a misunderstanding and animosity in the end when they did find out.

Well, it looked like she had made up her mind. She went over to her desk, opening one of the drawers and throwing the magical newspaper in the trashcan at the same time. She emptied the drawer and took out the false bottom reaching for the oblong ebony box underneath it.

Ebony, twelve inches, dragon heartstring. Her mother's wand. Rogue had been born a squib, something that bacame apparent around her seventh birthday, so her mother (a supremasist American pureblood) had tried to kill her. She had tried to strangle her when her mutation kicked in for the first time. Her mother had died and Rogue, or Marie as she was known then, had gotten her magic, permanently absorbed it along with the memories. She hadn't know who her father was before that day and her mother had never told him she existed. Of course at the time she hadn't understood what had happened, she hadn't realized she was a mutant and that her mother's death was her fault until she had nearly killed Cody with her first kiss.

She waved her wand and her things flew to pack themselves in her duffelbag. The wand accepted her more easily now than it had done when she had first tried to use it. Then she had been unconfident in herself and the wand only reluctantly accepted her because of the bloodrelation and the origins of her magic. Now at the age of twenty she had grown more confident over the years, especially since she had quit Salems School of witchcraft and wizardry at the age of twelve and had started homeschooling herself. They didn't actually have the same trace on underage magic in America as they did in the UK. The ministry only detected something if it was accidental magic in children or if the magic was strong enough to possibly cause an incident. What the spell was usually used for also mattered. It was ironic considering America was generally more paranoid than Great Britain.

Rogue sighed again. She needed to find the Order. The quickest way to do that was to visit the professor and ask him to find them with Cerebro, plus he was probably already aware of the wizards.