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Chapter 10

They were all startled when they hear the knock on the door. Amber hurried towards it, wand drawn, and told Harry and Sirius to hide. They ran into the kitchen as Amber slowly opened the door.

"Sir!" she exclaimed "I didn't expect to see you!"

"You do realize that the wards only allow me, Mrs. Jennings, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, and yourself in, correct?" Agent Spennor chuckled.

"Um.. no, sir." she replied, and Sirius and Harry cautiously crept out of he kitchen

"You think we would do all that work in getting him here, just to let people come in in the middle of the night and take him?" he said sharply.

"Um.. no sir."

"Good. Now, may I come in?"

"Yes, sir." she said, then lead him in. Sirius and Harry were standing beside the couch, waiting. "I thought I told you to hide." Amber commented.

"We decided, once we realized it was your boos, that we didn't need to." Harry said cheekily.

Amber gave him a frown, but turned towards her boss as they all sat down, and asked "Why are you here today, sir?"

He just pointed at the copy of the Daily Prophet that had been abandoned on the coffee table. "Britain."

"Good point." Sirius capitulated. "I'm going to assume that you want me to make a statement or something before the panic and hatred of the U.S. is worldwide?" he asked.

"Precisely. I'm going to assume, as the oldest male in your family, you were given the training?" the agent questioned.

"Correct, even if I hated it at the time. I think it was one of the reasons I rebelled the second I could, truthfully." Sirius grimaced.

"Wait, they taught you before you even went to Hogwarts?" Spennor asked, shocked.

"Yeah."

"Wow. I suddenly appreciate America more then ever." Amber said dryly.

"So do I." Agent Spennor smiled lightly. "Well, I have paperwork to deal with, so I need you to start working on that statement, ok? I need it in three days."

"It will be done." Sirius asseverated.

"I will make sure it is done, sir." Amber told her superior.

"Good, thank you Ms. Chaperon. I will see myself out. Good bye." he said as he stood up.

"Bye." everyone called and he walked outside.

"Well, that was weird." Harry commented.

"Is it just me, or was he very different then he was when we first meet him?" Sirius asked.

"Don't worry, it was him. Everyone in the department has a certain set of codes, and he gave the correct responses. And we are unable to give out said code."

"But, still his entire personality was different." Sirius protested.

"He is like that when he is out of his office. There is a huge office pool running on whether or not he is actually two different people." Amber laughed.

"How much money is in it?" Sirius asked, grinning.

"I don't know the exact number, but it is over 50 dollars." she smirked, and everyone laughed.

"Well, now that that is over with, it's getting rather late, and I suspect that the next few days will be busy and insane. Therefore, I vote that we all go get some sleep."

Amber yawned, as if the idea of sleep made her tired. "I agree with that. Goodnight, boys." she said, and walked down the hallway to her room.

"Good night, Harry."

"Goodnight Sirius." Harry said and he walked up the stairs to his room.

The next day, they were besieged by owls. Many were hate letters from Britain, which were promptly burned as kindling, but some were from Americans, welcoming him to America. The kept all of the nice ones in a binder, which was the first thing in their large bookcase in the game room. After the binder was put in, Harry ran upstairs and got all the textbooks he had gotten, and put him in. The only ones that weren't there were the Lockheart books, as Harry had burned them the first chance he had gotten. Amber had put a few books on a different shelf that were about the American wizarding population, and how it differed from others for Harry and Sirius to read. Other then that, the huge book case looked very empty- which Amber swore she'd fix when they went to get Harry's school supplies. Harry thought that, at times, she acted like an older Hermione. She and Harry had started a game of air hockey while Sirius was working on his statement. While they were playing she explain her job, which was basically a wizarding version of the FBI. She was a Legat Operations Specialist, a person who, along with Special Agents, pursue terrorist, intelligence, and criminal threats with international dimensions in every part of the world by working in embasaies. It was rare that she had to go into the field and work, though. She was usually in her office collaborating where everyone was. She was rather high in her department, so her superiors didn't like it when she was in the field.

"So, your title is Agent Chaperon?" Harry asked.

"Yep." Amber grinned "Sounds cool, doesn't it?"

"It does." Harry agreed. "So, do you ever work with your muggle counterparts?"

"Rarely, when the case needs it. The Special agents do more though." she explained.

"Do magicals have their own military?" Harry asked.

"Kind of. If you decided to join, you would be sent to boot camp with all of the muggles, but once you finished it, with no magic allowed, you would be sent to a different boot camp just for magicals, to see if you are good enough, magically. Why?"

"I don't recall anyone ever mentioning Britain having one. If they didn't, wouldn't that mean they completely rely on their Aurors, which are basically police?"

"Correct, they don't have one, though they have the Hit Wizards which are basically SWAT teams- highly trained teams destined for taking on dangerous criminals."

"No wonder Volde is still around." Harry grumbled bitterly.

Hey everyone! I realized there were some discrepancies between chapters, so this is the new edited version (as of 7/15/16)