AN: I edited this chapter because it was rather poorly written, though its not much better now, it is better. I hope.

Chapter 1: Plots and Plans

Celladonna Bristol, the youngest President of MACUSA ever (getting elected at the ripe old age of 19, or two years ago), could feel a headache coming on. She fought the urge to simply close her eyes and wait until the blithering idiot in front of her left, or shut up, or even began to use someone's brain (for he certainly had none to call his own). Cornelius Fudge was always taking subtle digs at her for being elected at such a young age, but behind his back, all the other ministers and Cella, said the real miracle was how he became minister. In a country where Albus Dumbledore could have done it. That still baffled her now, really.

He had only been Minister since 1990, but she, who had taken over in January of 1993, was too new!? And obviously impressionable and easily intimidated. As if.

It was his very presence that made her wish her friends were here instead of spread around the world doing their own thing. Frankie was at Castelobruxo School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Brazil for a teaching conference, it being summer vacation and all. Lily was in California, actually not out of town, at work, and Kate was in Japan with her sister, Jamie. Even Jamie's friends, (the two friend groups were friends themselves) were not available to save her. Tiffany Lee was Jamie's best friend and owner of a restaurant in New York. Jake Castillo, Auror Team 6 member, was busy with some classified (though not to her should she bother to look) mission. Jamie was a professional Quodpot player during the fall and winter, and Quidditch player (Keeper) during the Spring and Summer. She currently played for the Tokyo Trolls (what a hideous name) Quidditch club. Kate was there for moral support. And Kenna Mayer was the editor in chief of Witch Weekly, and currently in Britain reporting on the idiot in front of her. And his government's claims. Which brought her back to here.

"Let me see if I understand you correctly, Minister." Cella began. If she did, there would be hell to pay, for him that is.

"Albus Dumbledore has made a speech announcing the return of Voldemort at an ICW meeting, based on the word of Harry Potter. You do not believe them and called for a vote of no confidence. At the next meeting all the members will vote to see if he should retain the title of Supreme Mugwump, and Head of the ICW. You want my support."

"Potter and Dumbledore are simply trying to cause unrest, you have an opportunity to stand with peace by providing your assistance. You are very young, my dear, even if you are head of a world superpower, it would still be best if you do not make any enemy out of anyone. I don't think your voters would approve of such a thing, especially as you are relatively new and, 21 years of age. "

In other words, he need the powerful backing to go against Dumbledore because he feared him. And he wanted her to help.

"I see… well, I will have to look into the validity of your concerns. Depending on the findings, I will consider helping your smear campaign against a 15 year old boy and one of the greatest wizards of all time." She drawled.

Fudge flushed and turned a deep purple, "Well, that's not quite right…" He spluttered. "It's… its, I'm trying to maintain the peace!"

"And I am telling you I will speak at the ICW meeting." She said curtly.

"Oh! Yes, good, good, thank you dear." He blubbered.

As soon as he left, she burst into movement. Pulling a thin silver chain, that held star with a blue sapphire center pendant, out of her shirt, she quietly muttered the password, "Going Rogue."

The necklace shifted before her eyes into a leather bound book with a blue sapphire on the cover. She opened it gently and pulled the pencil held in the spin out and began to write. Meet me at Tiffany's place at 11:00 tonight. Emergency.

Almost immediately, green ink filled in below hers.

I am stuck at the Dursleys, who can pick me up?

Below it, Kenna began to write in pink. I am in Britain for work, I can get you.

Cella belatedly realized Harry probably shouldn't be seen with them at all. There was no need to risk involving him anyway. They could always fill him in later. No, Harry doesn't need to come. We can fill him in after.

His response was immediate, What! Why? I want to come, I need to get out of here, there isn't any news coming from here and none of my friends have told me anything! I want to be involved!

Kate thankfully choose then to check in with red ink. Relax, Harry. They are under a lot of stress too. We will make sure you are up to date. There isn't anything happening over there anyway.

Katharine Ross, Professional Dueller and former apprentice of Drake Herr, was the best duellist in the world, hands down and was Cella's best friend. She won her first international dueling championship when she was 12, and then defended it for the next 7 years. She only slowed down because she was "bored" and had made more than enough money to be set for life. Kate had also gotten a Curse Breaking and Warding (with spell creation) mastery from Drake Herr, the American version of Dumbledore.

Drake was much younger, very rough around the edges and had only ever taken one apprentice, Kate. He was really a great friend once you broke past his walls and met the real person. He was severely overshadowed by Albus Dumbledore however and claimed to despise the man, but they, the four of them, knew that he didn't really. Drake and Dumbledore could fight until death did them (or Dumbledore more likely) part over who was more powerful. But Drake knew better. Cella knew better. All four girls did actually.

Kate was (secretly) the most powerful magical ever according to the Merlin scale. Not that she ever acted like it. No, all three of them had inevitably gotten into trouble as kids. Kate and Frankie in Thunderbird, Lily in Wampus, and Cella, herself, in Horned Serpent. Best of friends since before they even started school.

They had met at a quidditch game. While quodpot was more important in the US, Quidditch was famous everywhere else, and with their parents apparently. Kate and Cella, who had met about three months earlier, had gotten lost and run into Frankie and Lily, who were family friends. They had been terrified and had run around until they accidentally found their way into one of the teams' locker rooms. They had ended up almost trashing the place in their haste to get out and accidentally stolen a blank Team USA quidditch jersey. As soon as they had touched it, it had changed into the most bizarre thing. The number 4 had appeared and where the name was supposed to go, The Rogues had appeared.

Kenna had the wisdom to withhold mentioning the smear campaign. Don't worry, we'll visit as soon as possible and fill you in. If your friend still haven't written, let us know, we can take you.

This seemed to placate the boy-who-lived, for he agreed shortly there after.

Jake chose that moment to appear with brown writing. What about me? I am still out on a mission.

I'll send a recall for you in a moment. You will be back in time. Cella wrote to him. Is everyone else able to come?

Jamie's purple was the first answer, We'll be there.

If Cella gets the recall in time, I'm there.

Yes, and don't worry Harry, I'll have to go back to Britain anyway.

Tiffany, in her black, responded with a simple Yes.

Frankie, in silver, and Lily, in yellow both answered positive and they were all set. Now, for that recall…

11:00 THAT NIGHT

All of "the rogues" as they called themselves and were later known as at school, had assembled by five minutes past. They sat around their HQ above Tiffany's restaurant. The main room was windowless and contained a full bar (and kitchen) along the wall with the door, complete with nine stools. The far corner held a TV with a tape player and a radio surrounded by two three seater couches pushed against each of the walls. A coffee table sat in between the TV and three more recliners, all facing the screen.

The middle of the room, the side not taken by the bar, sat a large pool table, this portion of the wall, all the way down to the corner was taken by a massive book case, enchanted to have more shelf space than physically possible. It held books, movies, knickknacks, pictures, paperwork and all manner of items to be used by all members (even a firebolt or two). The final corner, in between an opening of a hallway, and the door to the stairs for the restaurant, sat a table for six. It had but one chair and was laden with yet more paperwork and maps amongst other things that the group was working on. All in all, the main room of the magical expanded HQ was quite the hub of activity.

They collectively decided that some snacks, for the long travels, were necessary as they caught up with each other and waited until everyone was ready.

"Apparently Hogwarts is still struggling to find a DADA Professor… they appealed straight to the convention..." Frankie was telling Cella.

Jake, Jamie and Kate were in a deep discussion about the Bulgarian Quidditch League versus the Japanese League. "Krum makes all the difference, I tell you! Players make the league, not the records!"

"But the Japs are much more competitive…."

Lily, Kenna and Tiff were more interested in the newest medical developments out of St. Jude. "Yes, we are currently working on a way for vampires to stop needing blood..."

It was about 15 minutes later that Kate finally called everyone to attention. "I believe Cella had something important to discuss with us?"

The tall, (6'0) wavy and dark brown haired, blue eyed pure blood nodded, "Yes, I found out what Harry said he would tell us when he was ready."

They all perked up at that. About two weeks ago, the Triwizard Tournament, something Harry had been entered in against his will, had concluded. They had all gone to the first or second task and/or Yule Ball to visit their youngest friend but none had been present for the third. Then the fact that Cedric Diggory had died and Harry was the winner and only witness broke all over the world the next day. They had been horrified and a few (Kate, Jamie, Kenna, Lily) quite ready to storm Hogwarts but the more rational of the group (Cella, Tiff, Jake, Frankie) had talked them down. This hadn't stopped them from asking Harry directly, but he hadn't really said anything other than it was bad but they didn't need to panic.

Then chaos had broken out and the speech from two days ago by Dumbledore had told them what they needed to know. But they still felt there was more. Fudge had told Cella what he knew.

"Yes, Barty Crouch Jr., a former death eater, who was supposed to be dead, impersonated Alastor Moody and entered Harry in the Tournament. The trophy was a portkey to a graveyard where Diggory was murdered by Pettigrew and Voldemort was reborn using a ritual. Harry shelled him and escaped."

The entire group sat in a heavy silence as Cella told them what she knew. Her voice was completely devoid of emotion as she spoke and when she was finished, she lost the battle with her emotions and the tears began to fall. Kenna, Tiff, Lily and Jamie were soon to follow. As it sunk in Jake shot up angrily and began to pace with nervous energy while Frankie squeezed her eyes shut and buried her head in her hands. Kate simply sat there, frozen in shock, before she suddenly shot up and slammed her fist into the wall. Her string of swear words pretty much summed up the feelings of the room.

Cella mentally cursed Fudge and his stupidity as she continued with news that would enrage her already furious friends. She watched her best friend warily as she resumed her seat. Kate would never intentionally harm a friend, and she had ridiculous amounts of self control, but she also had a lot to control to begin with. And sometimes she took the rash action even after she'd thought it through.

"Uh, guys, that's not all…" The stricken looks on all of their face made her want to cry harder. And she'd just pulled herself together too.

"What, Fudge is ignoring it?" Jake asked sarcastically.

"And actively trying to ruin Harry and Dumbledore. He's already booted him from Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and has called for a vote of no confidence for the ICW, it will happen tomorrow." Cella added reluctantly.

That certainly put a stop in whatever was going to be said. They, by now, had pulled themselves together and were seated again. The occasional sniffle broke the silence that followed as the full gravity of the situation in Britain crashed on all of them.

"We have to do something!" Jamie said suddenly, breaking the depressing mood.

"But what?" Kenna asked. "Voldemort isn't really a threat to anyone outside of Britain, never has been."

"He aims to take over the world and kill off or enslave all muggles and muggleborns! That includes Jamie and I!" Kate snapped.

"Yeah, but, think about the political backlash from us interfering. Cella's the president, for Merlin's sake! And you are an American icon, so is Jamie! And Frankie would be considered an agent of Ilvermorny and I, MACUSA!" Jake pointed out.

"Guys! There is another way we can help!" Cella interrupted. "Fudge asked me to help him unseat Dumbledore tomorrow, he doesn't have the political power by himself to take him, but the US does, and I'm young to boot."

"You could publicly support him. That may not help as much in England, but internationally, it would acquit him pretty well." Frankie mummered, almost to herself. Professor Francesca "Frankie" Smith, Transfiguration Professor of Ilvermorny and Head of Thunderbird, looked up suddenly, the black haired, brown eyed Filipino (a tall 5 '10) still had tear tracks on her face. "Send Drake. That would get a lot of attention, and he'd do it too."

"That's brilliant, and I'll talk to him in a moment, but it doesn't help Harry." Kate said. "He needs support, and information, he said he isn't getting either."

"Well, we could bring him here for the rest of the summer." Tiff offered, "I'll be with him all day, nobody would recognize him so far from Britain and he could be with actual family."

"Yea, but we'd have to do it quietly, no need to draw attention to it. Wear disguises and everything." Cella said firmly, she always made sure they couldn't get in trouble, typical politician. Thankfully she had all of them to keep her honest.

"I think he needs somewhere quiet, animals and love are always the best therapy." Lily said flatly. "I could give him PTSD counseling myself." Lilian Raymond was Head Healer at St. Jude Magical Hospital and was a 5 '4 ball of fierce. As head of the biggest magical hospital in the United States and one of the largest research centers in the world, she was known for inventing the wolfsbane potion, amongst others as a potions and healing mistress.

"Not suggesting what I think you are, are you?" Jamie asked her.

"Why not? Frankie and I could move in full time, neither of us have work, you get off Quidditch in three weeks, everyone could move in and simply go to work from there. It's plenty big enough, and our parents are there." Kate reasoned, mind already made up.

The Rosses were a wealthy family in both worlds, and as such they owned a ranch next to Glacier National Park in Montana. It had five dogs, a herd of a hundred cattle, and nearly thirty horses. There was a lake with a small motorized raft, several different cabins, a large main mansion, rock formations to climb, a quidditch/quodpot pitch, a pool, and several four wheelers. All under the best wards Kate, Jake and Drake could put up (impenetrable in other words). It was an ultimate retreat in which their parents, Jonathan and Debra lived in one of the smaller cabins.

The main mansion definitely had enough room for all of them but only half of their usual rooms were in the mansion. There was a cabin, across the dirt driveway from the house that held Jake, Kenna and Cella, Tiff would have to stay with her restaurant, though there was space for her as well.

"Everyone's going to be in a tizzy, I bet Dumbledore scrambles his people to find him, but Fudge will cover it up no doubt." Jamie grinned.

"Cella can help them and do some misdirection so he can't be found, but that still doesn't solve the school issue." Kate said.

"The only way I can think of would be to send someone with him." Jake said, "Maybe undercover. I could go on a classified mission and get in. It is my job, after all." Auror Team Six did the most covert, secret and dangerous operations in the world. They were the best of the best in the American law enforcement and magical military. Jake was proudly a top member, even though his identity was top secret. Not that the other Rogues didn't know about him.

"It's not worth the effort to breach Hogwarts, or the awkward questions if you get caught, not to mention if they connect you to his summer disappearance." Cella told him flatly.

"We don't have to sneak in." Frankie told them.

"Then how are we supposed to…" Lily asked with a frown. Even Cella looked lost at that.

"Well, the defense position is open." Frankie clarified, "One of us could take it. Dumbledore is getting desperate, I think he fears his ministry trying to fill it."

"I'll do it." Kate said immediately. "I always kind of enjoyed teaching, and I'm more than qualified. I also don't really have a job, I'm just a freelance warder and cursebreaker."

"And dark creature hunter, and a dark wizard defeater, and a guest lecturer, and a backup chaser and a few other things." Jamie added helpfully.

Kate rolled her eyes, "It's perfect, and no offense, but I am closest to Harry out of all of us."

Nobody could really argue with that, except maybe Jamie. They had moved to Britain when they were 10 and 11 and lived there until they were 15 and 16. Kate and Jamie had befriended Harry and spent their entire time protecting him, even if they never told him about the wizarding world. Their friends had been over frequently so they had gotten close to him as well. Harry, when he'd found out, hadn't been too upset. They hadn't tried to hide the fact they had to keep something from him.

The reason they went to Ilvermorny instead of Hogwarts was because, in the US, when a muggleborn first does magic, they are informed of the wizarding world right away, instead of waiting until they are 11. Then they are brought into programs to integrate them. It silenced any pureblood prejudice and helped protect the kids from losing control or getting in trouble.

"Ok, and we'll give outside support during the year, offer to help fight Voldemort, get Drake to stir up some trouble." Cella finish with a nod.

"It's a plan." Frankie agreed, "We can tell Harry tomorrow, and iron out some of the details. Jake and Cella, you should get as much information as possible, Kate you need to floo Drake first thing in the morning so he has time to get ready. But for now it's late."

Tiff waved her wand to clean up the empty plates where the food had been. "Are you all going to stay?"

Several sleepy nods later, Kate, Cella, Frankie and Lily were piled into a room together. It had two bunk beds, four desks and four dressers as well as some armchairs and a bathroom. Jamie and Kenna were piled into their own room, with two full sized beds, two dressers and two desks. Tiff went to her own room and Jake transfigured a couch into a bed for the night. Only a few of them bothered to change.