When the four got back to The Burrow, Mr. Weasley had just gotten home. He was wooing Mrs. Weasley into making some steak for dinner, which he had been craving for a few weeks. Harry stepped into the kitchen with a most serious look on his face. Both parents looked at him with worry. He sat them down and began explaining about the dream and what he found in the Archives.

"So you now know." said Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes. Can you guys explain further?" said Harry.

"Well," began Mr. Weasley. "When Dumbledore came to us about your sister, we could hardly believe it. He told us to never tell you. We kept it from you for years, but I guess the cat is out of the bag, as the Muggles say."

"What can you tell us about the American Ministry?"

"It is far stricter than ours. Dumbledore went over there on many occasions and never returned empty handed. He would often tell the Order about their rules and such. The clearance over there is mad though. You have to have a card among other things just to enter the place."

"Do they know about Miranda being Ashley?"

"I highly doubt it. They don't pay attention to their witches and wizards unless there is a murder."

"What about the Clambergs? What do you know about them?"

"Possibly one of the most feared Wizarding families in the world. They are like the mobsters of this time. You don't cross them unless you want to be killed."

"Guess Miranda was just unlucky." said Ron.

"I agree," said Hermione. "It wasn't her fault she got picked to live with them. From what we read, they were cruel to her. She could've been a smart and happy witch hadn't it been for them."

"True," said Mrs. Weasley. "But Harry, I hope you and your friends are NOT going to find her?"

"We are." said Harry. "I've always wanted a sister and I will do what I must to get her back with us. I want to give her the life she missed out on. But I can't understand why she was taken as a baby."

"Maybe it was about the Prophecy?" suggested Ginny. They looked at her with confusion. "Think about it. It was told that Harry's parents would have a child that would destroy Voldemort. Maybe the kidnappers thought it was Miranda. So, maybe they took her to prevent it from happening."

"Ginny has a point." said Harry. "Maybe that is the reason. We won't know just sitting here. We're gonna take a vacation from our jobs, get tickets, and board a plan to Beverly Hills, California."

Mrs. Weasley got up and went to a kitchen drawer. She pulled out a picture and handed it to Harry. It showed James, Lily, and a small red haired baby in Lily's arms. They were smiling and joyful. That was something Ashley (Miranda) was missing out on. Ginny saw a tear come to Harry's eyes, a clear sign that he feared the worst for his sister. Harry tucked it into his pocket and thanked the parents for their help.

"Harry, I have a source over there. Miles Smith, a well respected politician and one of the American Government of Magic's leading men. Mention my name and he's sure to assist you in any way he can."

"I will Mr. Weasley." said Harry.

"You four be careful. If you need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to call us." said Mrs. Weasley.

"You guys have a working phone?"

"I had to fiddle with it, but I got it working. I still don't understand why some woman comes on and says I dialed the wrong number..." Harry was about to correct him on it, but stopped himself. He knew it would be an hour long discussion and he had no time for that. He, along with the other three, hugged them tightly before saying good-bye.

They Disapparated away and were suddenly in front of Gringotts, the Wizard Bank. Stepping inside, they all agreed that they would go into their own vaults and get some English money that Harry had them store just in case. Approaching the front desk, they encountered an elderly Goblin.

"We wish to enter our vaults." said Ginny. The Goblin looked down from his podium and looked at them.

"Ah... Harry Potter and friends. You may be famous to the world of Wizards and all magical creatures, but that will not mean I won't be harsh on you."

"I understand Goblin."

"Fugruk. My name is Fugruk."

"I understand Fugruk. Can we enter our vaults?"

"Key?" the four showed him their keys. "Okay then. Follow me Harry Potter and friends."

Minutes later, they were riding on the cart, headed for Harry's fault. Along the way, he asked about replacing the dragon that they willingly set loose years ago. Fugruk informed them that they no longer use dragons since their security is far better than the times of Voldemort. Ron smirked at this as did Hermione. Before long, they arrived at Harry's vault. They all got off and the goblin unlocked the vault, revealing a mass inheritance from his parents.

"It's amazing Harry." said Ginny as she grabbed his arm.

"It's ours now Gin." she smiled at him and gave him a small kiss. Afterward, Harry went in and got enough money for him and Ginny.

Getting out, Fugruk closed the door and they all returned to the cart. In minutes, they visited the Weasley vault and Hermione's. When their money was retrieved, they returned to the world above and were satisfied. Outside of the Wizard bank, Harry ran into an old friend. His massive size was but a fluke compared to his personality.

"'Ello 'Arry!"

"Hagrid!" he shouted, rushing forward to hug his long time friend. "How have you been?"

"Been al'right. Still workin at Hogwarts. Me lessons are far betta now that McGonagall is Headmistress."

"How is she anyway?"

"Fine. Still the same as when she was a teacher."

"Who has taken over the teaching roles?"

"A young witch, I believe her name is Cho Chang, is the new Transfiguration teacher."

"Oh," Harry gulped at the thought of his ex girlfriend teaching there."

"Yea', and Jeremy Hall from America teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"That's cool."

"And Neville is the only one wanting to be Herbology teacher. McGonagall says he can have the job when Sprout retires."

"That's good. We are on our way to America."

"America? Why in blazes are ya goin there?"

"Apparently, I have a sister."

"WHAT?!" shouted Hagrid.

"Yeah, Miranda Potter. Although, her name was changed, but we know where to look. She resides with the Clambergs."

"They be a mean ol' bunch, the Clambergs."

"You know anything about them?"

"I used to be friends with Lord Clamberg. That was until he stabbed me in the back and made it forbidden for half-giants like me to live in America."

"That's cruel!" said Hermione.

"It was. I still haven't gotten over it. Oh well, I gotta go. Got some errands to run for Professor Sprout, who is getting up in her years. See ya" he waved good-bye as did Harry and his friends.

Recovering from seeing Hagrid after five years, the four Disapparated away and landed in an alleyway, a few blocks from the London Airport. They made sure the looked presentable to the Muggle people, stowing their wands away in a way that would make the security not question them. Getting their acts together, they had money on hand and nothing suspicious about them, so they began walking to the airport, off on another adventure.