I don't own Harry Potter. That privilege goes to J.K. Rowling. If I did own it, however, the series would still be going on strong! Enjoy the fic!

Dumbledore walked down the halls of Hogwarts, holding what seemed to be a stack of papers. He greeted students, as he walked towards Snape's dungeon. Dumbledore reached the door, and opened it without knocking. As he walked in he saw the usual double potions class with the Gryffindors and the Slytherins. Ron and Harry were trying to make their potion orange, Hermione was helping Neville wash out flobberworm mucus out of the curtains, and Draco was laughing at the scene with Crabbe and Goyle. It was simply business as usual.

"Severus." Began Dumbledore. "I require your presence in my office."

"Can it wait until the lessons are completed, headmaster?"

"No. Come on, this is important Severus."

"*Sigh* Very well. Mr. Potter, I would not recommend using the sulfur that you are currently mixing with the powdered unicorn horn, unless you desire a love potion that will explode the person ingesting it..." Snape stared at Harry, who slowly put down a vial of yellow substance.

"*Ahem* Lead the way, headmaster..." Dumbledore and Snape left the dungeons, and walked towards Dumbledore's office.

"Headmaster, may I inquire what this is about?"

"Not until I have everyone that I need, Severus. Do you know where Minerva is?"

"I believe McGonagall is teaching the Ravenclaws, in her room." Dumbeldore and Snape walked to McGonagall's classroom, and opened the door. They were met with Minerva talking to Luna about transfiguring goblets into fictional creatures.

"But Professor! Just because no one has seen them, it doesn't mean they are real."

"But if no one has seen them, how on earth were you able to transfigure the form of one?"

"Minerva, may I borrow a quick moment of your time?" Dumbledore asked.

"Can it please wait, Albus? I must ask Ms. Lovegood how she managed to-"

"Minerva, it is quite urgent."

"Oh, very well. Ms. Chang?"

"Yes?" Cho Chang looked up from her goblet, which had sprouted large wings.

"Please watch over the class for me, while I speak to Dumbledore." Minerva left with Snape and Dumbledore.

"Albus, may I please ask what the issue is?"

"I won't explain until we have everybody that I need. Speaking of which, do you know where Flitwick is?"

"Um, I believe he is in his classroom, teaching the Hufflepuffs." The 3 walked their way to Flitwick's classroom. As Dumbledore opened the door, he was met with the sight of Zacharias Smith, levitating Flitwick in the air on accident. As he they saw Dumbeldore, Flitwick dropped onto the floor.

"OW, SHIT! *Ahem* Dumbledore! What a pleasant surprise!"

"Filius, I need to see you in my office."

"Okay!"

"...That's it?" Minerva looked a bit puzzled.

"...You wouldn't rather stay to teach lessons?" Snape was also a bit puzzled.

"No. Unlike you, my size is a wee bit of a hindrance. Let's go." Dumbledore and the others walked to Dumbledore's office. They stopped at the stone gargoyle, and Dumbledore cleared up his throat.

"*Ahem!* Pumpkin Pasties!" Suddenly, the gargoyle moved aside, leading to a set of stairs. As the 4 walked up to the office, Dumbledore told them all to take a seat, while he explained the situation.

"Albus, is this everyone you need?"

"Yes."

"But what about Pomana Sprout?" Snape asked. "If you have 3 of the house heads, surely the head of Hufflepuff would need to be here as well..."

"She is a Hufflepuff. She isn't important enough for this. Besides, she's not as established as characters as you 3 are. Now, as you know, we have enjoyed a comfortable position in the stone walls of Hogwarts. But I have decided that we should take a small vacation."

"But headmaster, why are you bringing us along? Not that I don't seek a break from those idiotic children in Gryffindor..."

"Who will teach in our place, Albus?" Dumbeldore had given each of the professors a slip of paper from his stack. As they read over the papers, they looked concerned.

"...You are having the ghosts teach the lessons!?"

"Dear headmaster," Began Flitwick's voice, "I must protest. The Gray Lady only speaks to the students in Ravenclaw. How shall she teach the other houses?"

"She can write." Said Snape. "Besides, at least they wont be like Professor Binns. Boring the student's into the same fate he himself had suffered. But who will be the temporary headmaster?"

"Funny you should ask that. *Ahem* PEEVES!" Dumbledore yelled out loud. Suddenly, a figure popped out from the tip of McGonagall's hat. Peeves the Poltergeist had floated in front of Dumbledore.

"Yes, great Headmaster?" He said in a sing-songy voice.

"Peeves, I shall be going on a vacation. I would like you to take the place of headmaster."

"What!? Albus, you can't have this asshole be the headmaster!"

"I must say, I have many doubts about this... this idea..."

"I thought you would object... Peeves, please hide." As he said that, Peeves flew into one of Dumbledore's books, while Dumbledore took out his wand.

"Obliviate!" There was a flash of light, and Snape, Flitwick, and McGonagall looked around, confused.

"What just... I was sure that- nevermind..." Flitwick looked around, while Snape spoke up.

"Headmaster, where are we going for this... vacation?"

"Interestingly enough, I have decided that we should go on a cultural trip."

"Ah, culture. I suppose all the beaches are out?"

"Thank Merlin too." Said McGonagall. "I remember when we went to the Loa Beach of Hawaii. The Loa spirits could all see straight through my bikini!" McGonagall complained, while Snape shuddered.

"Minerva, we could ALL see through that bikini..."

"Eitherway, by culture, I mean we shall go to a muggle city."

"WHAT!?" Snape looked at Dumbledore with concern. "Headmaster, we are going to visit muggles?"

"Yes. And not just in Britain, too!" Albus smiled. "We are going to the Americas! To a place called 'New York City!'

"Where?" Flitwick levitated the globe on Albus' desk towards him, and looked around for New York.

"Dumbledore, that's overseas! How will we get there? Apparation? Floo powder?

"Actually, I wish to fully immerse myself into the muggle culture. We shall be taking a muggle transportation mode. I have asked Arthur Weasley to fill us in later.

"...I see so many things wrong with this vacation..."

The Weasely Household; The Burrow

"Molly, dear?" Arthur was attempting to put on a muggle piece of clothing, called a bowtie.

"Yes? Oh, please don't tell me you need to put that thing on again..."

"Unfortunately, I have to do something for a friend of ours.

"*Sigh*" Suddenly, there was a large popping noise, and there were 4 figures standing in the room.

"Ah! Headmaster Dumbledore? You are early!" Arthur struggled with his bowtie, as Molly looked at Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore? What are you doing here?"

"Mrs. Weasley," Began Dumbledore, "Your dear husband, Arthur, has agreed to take us to a muggle transport."

"What? Why!?"

"Well, I have decided that we needed a break from the life within the walls of Hogwarts, and the ethereal boundaries of magic."

"Arthur! I forbid you from-"

"Mrs. Weasley." Began McGonagall. "It is not just for leisure time that we go on this trip. It is important for us to... gather information for... a new form of muggle studies. We are examining foreign muggles."

"Ah... I still protest, but I won't stop you, I guess. Just, make sure Arthur doesn't do anything stupid, will you?"

"I shall keep that in mind, Molly. Arthur, are you ready?" Dumbledore looked at Arthur, who had finally put on his tie, albeit with the aid of magic.

"Yep! Let's go, shall we?" The professors, and the Weasly father walked towards the fireplace, and Arthur grabbed a handful of Floo Powder.

"Alright. We shall go to Diagon Alley. There, I shall grab a Magic Carpet to a muggle airport, and I shall drop you off there."

"Thank you, Arthur."

"*Ahem* Diagon Alley!" Arthur yelled, throwing the Floo Powder down. He was engorged in a green flame, and he was gone. Flitwick, McGonagall, and Snape had followed his lead, and then it was Dumbeldore's turn. He was about to go, until Molly's hand had landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Dumbledore..."

"Yes, Molly?"

"What of the Ministry of Magic?"

"The what? Oh yes, them!" Molly looked worried.

"Surely, Fudge will hear of your departure, and he will try to impose some ridiculous Ministry laws or something on Hogwarts! Remember that Umbridge bitch?"

"Do not fret, Molly. I have taken... I shall, for now say, precautions, for the next 30 days that we shall be gone.

The Ministry of Magic Headquarters

"Mr. Fudge, sir?" A woman had opened the door to Fudge's office, where Fudge was doing a large bit of paperwork. Fudge put down a document detailing an accident involving a hag, polyjuice potion, 2 broomsticks, and a muggle celebrity, apparently named 'Selena Gomez,' to look at the woman.

"Yes?"

"There is a rather large package for you in the main office."

"Well, let's see it then."

"By large, I mean I can't fit it through the door, even with magic." Fudge got up, and walked outside, to where the package was. It was indeed a large package; A ginormous wooden box, the 2 Hagrids tall and 3 Hagrids wide. Oh yeah, after his first meeting with Rubeus Hagrid, Fudge had attempted to pass the notion of using new measurement units, aptly named 'Hagrids.' The box also bore a piece of parchment attached, stating that it was a 'gift' from Dumbledore.

"What in Rasputin the Mystic's name is this?" Fudge poked at the box, only to have it open from the top. Out of the box came a flurry of cornish pixies, preserved from one of Gilderoy Lockheart's classes at Hogwarts. Except there were more of them. Much more.

"WOO!" They yelled, messing the Ministry's shit up, throwing furniture over, and kidnapping some of the employees. They had begun to rip up the paperwork as well. Fudge raised his wand to stop them, but it was taken away by a pixie, who aimed it at Fudge. There was a light from the wand, and Fudge was turned into a man with a stature of 2 inches. Pixies picked him up, and began to toss him around as if he was the ball in a game of hot potato. The hot potato isn't a bad name for him, as his face grew hot and steamed.

"Grrr. ALBUS MOTHERF*CKING DUMBLEDORE!"

The Burrow

"There is nothing to worry about, Molly." Dumbledore said, chuckling politely to himself.

"Well, if you say so. Goodbye, Albus."

"Goodbye... *Ahem* Diagon Alley!" And with a green flame, he disappeared.

Diagon Alley

"So, shall I hail a carpet, or do you have anything else to do before you leave?"

"No, we are quite fine."

"But Albus, what about clothing?"

"Don't worry, Minerva, for I have packed us some muggle clothing." And with a flick of his wand, Dumbledore had conjured suitcases for everyone of the professors, including himself.

"Now, I believe that is a carpet coming our way. *Ahem* Excuse me! Carpet!" The man on the carpet stopped in front of Arthur, who told him to get to the nearest muggle airport. As the professors got on the carpet, Arthur paid the man flying extra, for going to a place surrounded with muggles.

"So," Began Dumbledore. "Are we ready to go?"

"As ready as I shall ever be, Albus."

"Yes, I'm quite ready!"

"..."

"Good! Now then, off we go!" And the carpet took off, towards London, and towards the professors' first steps into the deeper understanding of the non-magical folk.