Okay, a few things to get squared before I begin:

I am going somewhere with the WWII stuff. Where will be revealed later. For now it's my little salute to the character of Albus Dumbledore. Besides, how often do you get a chance to rewrite history like this.

No one is going to try and arrest Dumbledore: He's Dead! Dumbledore only exists in this story in the form of flashbacks. Sorry if this confuses you.

I'm sorry about the absence of pagebreaks, the document page won't record them when I change the document and won't load the breaks normally. Assume lines with no test to be breaks. Thus.

I'm sixteen and trying to write an original fanfic, for those of you who are sick and tired of Harry's tearfully reading a letter from his parents and similar clichés. I'm making a lot of this up as I go along, though I have an idea where I'm going with it all. Please review to tell me what you want in a story and what you think I'm doing wrong. Don't flame me, I appreciate constructive criticism, if you want Shakespeare, read Othello.

As I see it, the defining characteristic of a generation is it's war(s). Notice there's never one without at least one. Wars, especially in the twentieth century, have distinct flavors to them. So, a breakdown of the generations.

WWI: Albus Dumbledore, McGonagall.

WWII: Flitwick, Moody.

Start Cold War/Korea: Hagrid, Riddle (Voldemort), Arthur and Molly Weasley.

Tail Cold War/Vietnam: MWPP, Lily, Snape.

End Cold War: I stink at math but I believe Voldemort fell within a few years of the Berlin Wall.

So that puts Albus at around a hundred years at the time of his death. Minerva nearing a hundred, Flitwick and Moody in the region of sixty-seventy. Hagrid, the Weasley elders and Voldemort would be fifty or so and the Marauders, Lily and Snape would be around thirty or forty. Sound fair?

On the boats and on the planes…

Have you ever had one of those moments when your mind seems to race faster than sound but also seems to have come to a full and complete stop, unable to think past some object of astonishment? Minerva McGonagall, new Headmistress of Hogwarts, new leader of the Order, was having just such a moment as she stared at a boy and the woman he'd sworn to kill at one point.

Her mind picked up on all the little things. She noticed Harry's huge clothes and ratty sneakers, his messy hair, and even his posture, which didn't seem that of a prisoner or hostage. She also noticed that she had a wand out while he had none. Then she saw the strangest thing of all, Bella said something and Harry laughed. He laughed. She took a deep breath, tightened the grip on her wand and opened the door.

"Bella you should put the wand away. You're going to scare them and make them suspicious."

"More than they already will be with me appearing right at the door of their headquarters? Disregarding that their HQ is the house I grew up in. What a brilliant arrangement, I'd suggested to the Dark Lord some months ago that this would be a good place for him to run the war from. What genius thought of this?"

"Maybe Dumbledore, most likely Sirius. I'm sure it appealed to his sense of irony."

"Ah yes. He would do something like that. It amazes me that he didn't get himself killed soo-"

"Bella, I took you in out of the kindness in my heart and a determination to be the better man. Don't push your luck."

"Sorry. But at some point we're going to have to discuss this in length."

"That we will. Put the wand away."

"I'm just preparing for the inevitable."

"And what's inevitable?"

"One of these chickadees picking a fight and me slaughtering them to a man."

Harry laughed. "Didn't that drunk that made a pass at you satisfy your bloodlust for a bit?"

"Hey, he's still alive. He should even be able to walk again in a few short months. Drinking, I doubt he'll be able to do again. Same with having kids."

Harry laughed again. "You're so cruel. Try to be polite and not curse until someone else does it first."

Then the door opened and they walked inside.

The old place hadn't changed much, but the general air of gloom and doom was worse than ever before. They saw a lot of glum and suspicious faces, most of them directed at Bella as members tried to discreetly draw their wands. A sharp glare from Harry and most stopped.

"Before you ask, Bella came to me seeking protection from the Dark Lord. I questioned her under Veritaserum and have confirmed that she her defection is genuine. Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with me." It was a testament to how beaten the Order was that no one protested. They all just went back to moping. Harry saw a distraught Lupin and a sobbing Tonks hugging each other. He couldn't let this continue.

"All right people. It seems most of us are no longer welcome here. Fine. We can't do much good here. The only smart move left to us is to leave, regroup, grow strong and come back when we're ready to take Voldemort regardless of Ministry meddling."

"Are you crazy Potter?" shouted one of the Order's smartmouths. "We can't abandon England."

"We aren't. The only way to save England is to leave it for a bit. Train and make other alliances. Voldemort won't stop if he gets England, he'll take the entire world. Convince them of this and might still win."

"He's right, you know" said Lupin "If any of you get caught with me, you're in for life. I'll go with Harry wherever he goes."

"Count me in to." Said Tonks, "Someone has to be the adult and keep you out of trouble."

"And I suppose you're it? God help the lad. I have a few friends in France, they might be able to help." Piped up Moody. He gave a pointed look to McGonagall.

"I appreciate what you're doing, but I won't run. I can't leave Hogwarts or it will be closed or put entirely under the Ministry's thumb. I'll stay."

In the end, about a quarter of the Order opted to remain. The others would disperse across the globe to warn all about the dire threat of Voldemort. Harry said he had a couple of stops to make before his team, consisting of Remus, Tonks, and Bella, left. He looked around, considering this might be the last time he saw the place, shook McGonagall's hand to show their were no hard feelings, and apparated away. His team looked at each other and Tonks hesitantly asked, "Where are we going?"

Bella smiled and said "America."

Another week another chappie. Boy this writing business is harder than I make it look. Click the magic review button and tell me what you think.