The goal for this one was to make a magical side of the United States that wasn't simply a knock off of Britain. The US has a different culture and different values than Britain, so I wanted to take a stab at it.

At the same time, I was annoyed by what some other fanfic authors created for their magical America. This is my stab at it. It doesn't have a story right now, just one scene.

Also, this is not Anti-Britain. This is a US that isn't necessarily "better" than JKR's Magical Britain, just different in ways that make sense to me.


"Thank you for meeting me so quickly," she asked, sitting nervously in her pants suit in the stark gray office.

"No problem at all, Miss Granger," the man replied as he sat down, setting a manila folder on the desk between them. He wore a black suit with a crisp black tie and a pristine white shirt. He pulled his chair up, leaned forward and clasped his hands together. "Now, Miss Granger, why exactly do you wish to immigrate to the United States?"

Hermione Granger swallowed.

"I was hoping to go to University," she replied, schooling her nervousness from her face. The man gave her a comforting smile as he leaned back and opened up the folder.

"You don't list any on your application, nor any application for an education visa," he said, flipping through the pages. He paused and glanced at one page. "I also noticed you left school at eleven."

She froze slightly.

"Yes, that was the end of my education in the British school system," she replied diplomatically.

"Home schooled?" he asked. She paused, the agreement on the tip of her tongue, but her conscience keeping her from giving voice to the lie. She shook her head instead.

"No, a boarding school. It is unaccredited," she explained.

"Ah," he said, clasping his hands and leaning forward in that friendly way. "Miss Granger, I'm just going to go out and say it. We know you're a witch." Hermione froze as surely as December spit in Alaska. He flipped to a new page. "You attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for seven years. Excellent grades, if rather narrow in scope. Your best friends were Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Over the last few years you've been a target of Tom Riddle, the self styled 'Dark Lord' back on the other side of the pond. This is primarily due to your involvement with the afore mentioned Mr. Potter."

"But-"

"-How?" he finished for her. "Miss Granger, the American government is well aware of what goes on in the world."

"Are you..." she trailed off, wondering if this was some kind of elaborate trap.

"I do not possess magic myself, no," the man replied.

"But the International Statute of Secrecy is supposed to prevent that!" she exclaimed, snapping her jaw shut as she realized what she had just done. "The Ministry of Magic enforces it with obliviation."

"Miss Granger," he said sadly, as if talking to his own daughter. "It only takes two countries for something to become 'international.' You might be surprised to know that there is no Wizarding World in the United States."

"What?" she asked. This was counter to everything she had learned about in History of Magic.

"We have no Ministry of Magic, Miss Granger," the man replied. "And even if we did, we'd never call it a 'Ministry.' The only Ministries you'll find in the US are either religious or charitable."

"I don't really understand how this can be," She stated, her brow furrowed slightly in thought. The man sighed and shifted slightly in his chair.

"The United States of America does not allow other nations to claim sovereignty over its soil except in consulates and embassies," the man explained. "There have been attempts. Riddle was one such in the late 1960s when he tried to organize a magical community in opposition to the rightful government. Their rebellion did very little except for incarceration or execution for those involved. The last true 'pureblood' uprising was in Andrew Jackson's time and was crushed utterly. President Jackson was a hard and unforgiving man at times."

"What about Salem?" Hermione asked, eyes wide. "I know they have an internationally recognized school and they even sent people to the Quidditch World Cup in the summer before my fourth year."

"Well, to be perfectly honest, that's a smoke screen," the man replied. "We allow them the illusion of anonymity, but that's only so that we don't have a magical invasion to deal with. If the rest of the world heard that there is no separation between the magical and non-magical in the United States, they might make the very foolish decision to invade. People in my line of work do not appreciate invasions or attacks on our soil."

"Your line of work?" Hermione asked. The man leaned back in his chair and gave her an unreadable look. Then he smiled.

"Think it out," he said. "Your file says your peers referred to you as the most intelligent witch of your age. Think of it as a test."

"You know about magic," Hermione said, keeping her eyes on the man. "Most Americans either don't know about it or don't believe in it. That means you're in a position of power higher than a simple customs agent. You had a file on me that contained much more than I included in my filings or normal records should show." She cocked her head. "You never actually gave me your name. It's been less than an hour, so it's quite possible this isn't even your real face. You say 'my line of work' as if it means something more than simple Customs enforcement. You are a spy, or at least an agent who works in that field."

"Very good, Miss Granger," the man acknowledged. "You used limited information to make a logical conclusion."

"I don't understand how this could have happened. How did America," she paused. "The US was created almost a hundred years after the Statute of Secrecy, how could this be done?"

"Well, to be honest, for those first hundred and fifty years of European occupation, there was very little magical immigration to the North American Colonies, either from Britain or from France," he began. He typed a few keys and the wall glowed, showing a map of North America. "One thing that people tend to forget, especially those from countries much smaller than America, is the size. By the time the Statute of Secrecy was put into place in 1692, by European, North African and Mid-Eastern nations alone, I might add, colonization only extended a short ways inland, several hundred miles at most." He typed a few more keys and the map shifted, showing a political map of the period. "England was in another of those wars with France, and things went back and forth for some time. British magical society was already quite insular at that time. What little they heard was only war and 'uncivilized savages' which did not entice them to make much effort into expanding beyond their borders. The few Hogwarts graduates that did leave were 'muggleborns' who had instead heard of the opportunities. It was still quite easy to bounce back and forth at that time, since most were uneducated and illiterate, 'muggle' occupations requiring little of the extreme specialization and education we have today, as most specialized occupations had magical equivalents that functioned well side by side with their non-magical versions. As such, the colonies did not suffer from cultural stagnation that plagues magical Britain today."

He glanced over at her. She was practically sitting on the edge of her seat. "Now while some did start their own communities that were under control of the Ministry of Magic, they did not have access to the same kind of spells and wards used in excess in Britain today. The portkey was only created towards the end of the 19th century, after all. Useful things, Portkeys. But when the French and Indian war ended in 1763, things began to change. England made promises and didn't keep them. Ten years later, the Colonies were on the brink of rebellion." He paused and took a sip of water. He noticed she gave the glass a curious look.

"Magicals were rarely loyalists to King George at that time Miss Granger," he explained. "Most were either from non-magical families, or had been cast out of their European families, which had been separated from 'muggle' society for nearly a century. Most were born in the colonies and never knew any other life. Also during this time, if they received any magical training at all, American magicals started adopting other traditions from native societies, especially in those close to the frontier at the time, since there was little reliable magical travel. There were no trains, no portkeys and teleportation is dangerous for the untrained. There was no American magical tradition or culture, just the colonial cultures that were starting to develop in the original thirteen."

"Aside from Massachusetts colony, which had the only true pureblood community and was rather ironically placed, all American magicals were just like any other citizen, aside from having magic," he explained. "Most were untaught, or self taught. Some passed themselves off as tricksters or experts in sleight of hand. Granted, there were some persecuted for being 'unnatural' or 'evil' but those were rare."

"But the Salem school is said to accept students from all over America," Hermione protested.

"Sure, but that doesn't mean they accept every student with magic from America," the man countered. "Every single Salem student is from a bloodline relating back to the original colony. Most magical education is quite different here. No boarding schools. No magic-only curriculum. No segregation based on a ratty old piece of talking clothing. If a magical child lives too far away, the government will either supply them with tutors or magical transportation. We do not cut people off from their families like in Britain."

He looked down at her sadly.

"While I am sure that you are as smart and talented as reports claim, I'm afraid your lack of knowledge is a bit of a detriment here," the man explained. "I question that you even know how to type or search the internet with your education. What little education you did receive was no doubt quite biased or incorrect."

"I'm willing to learn," Hermione replied instantly.

"I certainly hope so," the man commented. "Otherwise we would have to send you back to Britain."

"What?" she asked, shocked, the color draining from her face.

"Miss Granger," he said calmly, "we cannot allow any more interruptions into our nation. Should you prove to be a threat, you will be dealt with. How you would be dealt with would depend on the kind of threat you pose."

"I'm still willing to learn, I have to. If I go back..."

"The United States is well aware of what would happen should Riddle's forces recapture you," the man replied. "This is why we are giving you even this much chance."

"Why haven't you done anything about the Wizarding World?"

"It is not our fight," the man replied. "We do not recognize the Wizarding World as a nation. Unless Riddle becomes an immediate problem for the United States, we have a policy of strict non-involvement in international magical affairs." He paused and let her think it over. "If you are here to drum up a rebellion against Riddle's occupation of Britain, you'll not find much support."

"I understand," Hermione agreed. "How do I begin?"

"Like all things in a bureaucracy," the man said with an evil grin, "with paperwork."