Professor McGonagall paced through the corridor leading to the humungous stone gargoyle at the end.
"Sherbet Lemon," this made the gargoyle leap to the side, revealing a flight of spiralling steps to Professor Dumbledore's office. It had been two hours since she got back from the Muggle World, delivering a letter accompanied with a baby wrapped in a blanket to the doorstep of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whiting, London. The baby, who was taken from his destroyed house, was shortly afterwards given to his Aunt and Uncle's house, much like a foster home. He had a faint lightning bolt scar etched on his forehead and his name was Harry Potter.
Professor McGonagall stepped off the stairs and knocked. Professor Dumbledore was sitting quietly at his desk when he heard the knock on the door.
"Come in," he said.
Professor McGonagall entered a room that was out of the ordinary; a line of moving portraits of past head masters and head mistresses were covering the walls. Numerous gold and silver instruments, big and small, were whizzing and whirling about everywhere. There was also a large phoenix on a perch, showing off its vibrant red and gold plumage. In the corner of the room stood a stone basin full of a substance that was neither liquid nor gas.
"Professor Dumbledore," McGonagall started. "I have just been informed by the Ministry that there has been a problem with this year's enrolment: there has been an unusual shortage of wizards and witches in the whole of the UK," McGonagall waited for Dumbledore to say something, but instead he just sat, stared and listened to her. "Er, yes. So there is a solution to that but I seek your permission for that to happen, Albus"
"Ask away, Minerva, I'm sure I'll approve of it,"
"It has been unanimously agreed that the enrolment shall stretch further than the UK, searching for students in America. A committee in the Ministry has done some prior research and found that there are wizards and witches living in America, they just aren't aware of it. Is it alright to go forth with, Albus?"
"Well, I don't see why not, Minerva" smiled Dumbledore, staring through his half-moon spectacles.
"Well then, I shall inform the committee right away. Good day to you, Albus" and with that, McGonagall exited the room.
It was a buzz inside the Department of blah blah blah at the Ministry of Magic. Ministry officials were frantically running this way and that, shouting, pushing and shoving like jungle animals. A few men were looking at a globe, which pinpoints were wizards and witches were in certain areas of the Muggle World, who weren't aware of their identity. They spun it to America and waited.
After a few seconds, several little balls of light floated above Kansas, then Washington and South Dakota. The lights flashed blue for males and red for females. There was a slot at the foundation of the globe, which dispensed a scroll with personal details about the witch or wizard. There was a whole group of lights bunched about South Dakota. An official looked at the scroll.
"It seems that there are a lot of Muggle-Borns in a place called Danville, in the Tri-State Area. Five boys and seven girls. They'll be enrolled and notified. One of them is turning eleven in a matter of hours" reported the official.
"We have of twelve from South Dakota, eight from Kansas and ten from Washington- making that a total of 30 from America. Shall we look at other parts of Europe as well?" another official asked. He got a nod from the first official.
As the men carried on about their business, 30 letters of acceptance were sent to America, twelve of which arrived at Danville the following morning.