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Hermione walks up with Mimi and Victor to Albus Dumbledore: After we say this phrase Albus gets beaten with a rubber chicken so I'll say it quickly... TheWrittenSorcerer doesn't own Harry Potter, even if he wishes he did." She menacingly waves a rubber chicken, "That's all folks."

Faer is pronounced Fay-air, anyone who disagrees can remember this is my fictional story and I can have it pronounced anyway I want. Objections can be placed in the Reviews however I don't think I'll be nice enough to say that you are right when you aren't.

Albus Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot of England and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was in a bind. Not only would Hogwarts no longer be able to run the next year as no Muggleborn were staying in England, but the ICW was giving out warnings about the educational reforms that all ICW states were required to enact. He knew that this wouldn't end well, especially since most of the pure-blooded children were having problems passing the current work-load as it was and now they had to add several classes that had been taken off because pure-bloods couldn't pass them. It was a political nightmare as well as economical, as Potter had taken all of his vaults when he left to wherever he was. England couldn't remove itself from the ICW without repercussions from other nations and it couldn't ignore the edicts of the ICW any longer. Supreme Mugwump SpellSinger was just waiting for a chance to attack, rumour was that most of his family were magical creatures. It wasn't looking like a good day for Magical Britain, and Muggle Britain wasn't looking too hot either.

The Prime Minister of Britain, John Major, looked around his office one more time as he contemplated the news that he had received from The Queen of Britain. Not only was her line being threatened by Wizards and Witches, but the Royal Line of Britain wasn't completely human. He had, of course, been briefed that the Royal Line had magical powers when he had become the Prime Minister, and he hadn't batted an eyelash. He hadn't batted an eyelash either when he learned that Divine Right was actually the magical ability of the Line of Windsor as inherited from the King Artur, given (or rather enchanted unto) by the Lord Myrddin Wylt. What he'd batted an eyelash at was that the Crown wasn't actually Christian, in fact it was quite Pagan. That coupled with the fact that the heart of the Crown reflects upon the Land was enough to make him want to declare war upon the Royal Line... at least until Elizabeth displayed her powers. A small wound was enough to make all around her wilt, as it was with most Royal Lines, he'd later learned. They were given these powers by the Pagan Gods' emissary, and thus were bound strictly to those Gods. Even the Wizards would have to respect that, if they were to try to listen to the Queen as they should. 'Stupid, ruddy Wizards,' Thought the Prime Minister as he prepared to address the current Minister for Magic. "You, Portrait. Get the Minister for Magic. YESTERDAY!" The Prime Minister called angrily to then rather badly dressed Portrait that he knew was a line to the British Ministry for Magic.

"You Muggle Prime Ministers, always so urgent. I'm rather sure that it'll have to wait for a while," the portrait, whose outfit currently consisted of a lime green suit and a purple hat, mumbled as politely as it could, "He's out right now. There was a Dark Creature that escaped and he is attempting to negotiate an extradition with the Magical States of America so the Creature will be executed."

"What? What are you talking about?" The Prime Minister asked, his face pale with a grim line set upon his lips, "No being is to be executed under the Magica Carta unless they committed high treason as according to the Queen's Laws, such as following a terrorist."

"Oh, dear," the portrait realised, "well I certainly hope Minister fudge fails or we may all find ourselves in Azkaban."

The Fae apartments in Alphard School of Mage-Craft and Sorcery were quite like Fae homes, hidden from the sight of Mortals. So well were these apartments hidden that a group of eleven human students walked right past it, thrice, before realising something was wrong.

"This can't be right," called a male in a rather dark blue robe and glasses, unaware of the Fae surrounding him and his group of ten human wizards, "The fae apartments should be right here."

"Yeah, well they aren't. Maybe the maps got them wrong?" One of the humans said, this one in a crimson robe with darker scarlet trim.

"Maybe we are in the right place," One said before getting shot down with a 'that's a stupid thing to say, and you're stupid too.' They didn't realise that they were surrounded by Fae until they got stupefied.

It was two weeks later when Headmistress Faer stood in front of the students. Having obliviated the group of Creature Haters of their memories of Alphard and all they had learned there she had the duty of talking to the school about what had happened, a duty which she relished as a way to smoke out other Anti-Creature propagandists. "My Dearest Students," She started her speech, "I am afraid I must inform you all that Anti-Creature Propaganda has invaded even our beloved school," she waited a minute before quieting their whispers with a deft wave of her hand, "indeed this propaganda must stop. It pains me to inform you all that the eleven students were mostly transfer students, as you can see eight European students are now gone, of which three were placed in various wizarding prisons: Azkaban, Ferrous Heights Maximum Security, and Fortes Fideli. The propagandists are now obliviated of their learnings at the school, as per the right by the Student-Faculty agreement, and we are now eleven students short for the graduating class of 1997. Eleven mastery grade wizards are gone, five 'pure-bloods', two 'muggleborn', and four 'half-bloods'. Among those is a student who was broken up with by a Vampire and started the organization with other students who had been broken up with by magical beings. This sort of revenge is unacceptable within this school, and within life. If you dare to have these notions within this school I will personally see to your expulsion. That will be all."

Several humans simply gaped at the Headmistress, unbelieving that someone would attack students, or perhaps that they were stupid enough to get caught. The rest simply took it as an every day occurrence and walked away to their classes. James simply walked away to his classes calmly, his long jet-black hair waving in a wind of his own design, a Siren of immense power who wouldn't be harmed by anything. No Veela went against him that time, knowing, as the very empathic creatures they were, that inside the calm demeanour was a powerful anger that longed to be free.

Remus Lupin, official refugee, was sitting with Sirius Black in his flat in Never-land Alley when he was mailed a port-key. He assumes, that had he touched it, it would have led him to England where he'd probably have been executed. As it was he was sitting with Sirius, and in the same room as Filius, and Hagrid who were also official refugee's of Britain. Hagrid had reluctantly agreed that America was a better place to be than England, and after having read the article by Skeeter he knew that Dumbledore wasn't going to protect him. That he had barely gotten away with his life seemed to have thrown him securely onto the Flitwick is the Greatest camp with a minor amount of Sirius is Wondrous and Remus is the best Werewolf. He figured that if anyone could stop Dumbledore; however, it would be Harry James Potter who had first defied him. That or the ICW... or maybe Flitwick, and perhaps Sirius, but he digressed. Harry would be the best choice, because he knew Harry was the most powerful and in Britain it was Power or Money takes all. Opening the, now portkey free, letter, he saw that it was empty, barren of words even as the letter said his name in familiar green ink.

"It's from Dumbledore," Remus proclaimed, recognising even the crooked, yet elegant, handwriting of the letter to be from the Headmaster of Hogwarts, "I'm guessing I would have been executed or used as bait for Sirius and Harry."

"Well, that's attempted kidnapping. Time to talk to the ICW about Britain," Sirius said as he scowled darkly at the envelope his lover held, "It's a felony to kidnap a refugee according to the ICW." He smirked darkly at the thought, "I hope Albus goes to prison finally."

"Here Here," chorused through the room.

Back at Hogwarts Albus shivered, though not from cold, as he wondered where Remus Lupin was. 'He shouldn't have been suspicious enough to check for port-keys,' the coot thought viscously as he realised his plan had failed. After a few seconds he realised something more, "The ICW is going to rake me through the coals."

OMAKE: (Not considered a part of this Fanon Universe but funny enough I added it anyway)

"Headmistress," James Obsidian spoke as he walked into her office, "You wanted to see me?"

Faer turned to look at him from where she was standing by her desk and sighed, "Albus Dumbledore has been attempting to break into Alphard. A Faerie Realm. He won't succeed, but he is annoying the elders. They are thinking of destroying England in retribution." She moved to sit down and said, "I don't agree with the other elders, and just wanted to warn you that England might not exist in a few days."

"The muggles will notice something if you just destroy an entire country," James said.

"Yes, that's what I pointed out. They said something about Earthquakes and Tornadoes, but I don't think they'll be that elaborate, they'll probably just sink the country like they did with Atlantis," Faer said dismissively.

"That's what happened to Atlantis?" James asked incredulously.

"Yeah, and I opposed that one too," Faer said with a rueful smirk, "Those idiots make the same mistakes over and over again."

AN: Yes it is short, but this is my secondary fic. I work on it as much as possible, but I had to end the line here for now. I'll finish this fic sometime soon. Also, I read Bloody Skies by Toki Mirage for the first time a few days ago. I was displeased to learn we used the same last name for our characters. Oh Well. READ AND REVIEW