"You think I'm insane. Don't you." Prime Minister Williams sighed, resting his head in his palms. Frankly, he looked stressed. Overworked. And the recent...discovery was not doing much for his health. It was more of a statement than a question. "I wouldn't believe this story if someone told it to me! No surprise that you don't believe it."

Across from him sat Lieutenant General John Winters of the United States Army, calmly pouring them each a glass of McAllen whiskey. In full uniform, with tall stature and serious demeanor, he looked quite intimidating; but with his lifelong friend, there was an unusual smile haunting his face, giving him a pleasant and friendly look.

"Fred…"

"How in bloody-" the Prime Minister cursed, absentmindedly checking his cell phone as it beeped at him. "Now my cabinet's wondering where I am, my best friend thinks I'm crazy-"

"Fred-"

"-and I've seen wizards." Frederick Williams, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, looked at the Lieutenant General with exhausted, over-stressed eyes. "Bloody wizards."

"And witches, too, presumably." John smirked at him. "Cute ones?"

"Don't make fun of me, John!" His face turned a shade redder.

John laughed and held out one of the McAllen shots; Fred took it and downed it, all in one go. John took a sip from his glass before answering.

"Fred, look." He said, leaning forward. "I admit; of all the things I expected you to talk about when you called last evening, saying we had to talk…" He looked up at Fred with a slight smile. "This certainly wasn't it. But-" he said hurriedly, seeing Fred open his mouth, "I know you're a solid guy, and I'm willing to believe you."

"Willing?"

"Well, if, as you say, there is a war between wizards going on…" John cleared his throat. "Perhaps we ought to step in."

The Prime Minister's eyes bugged out and his mouth gaped open. "WHAT?"

John narrowed his eyes. "Don't be an imbecile, Fred. And for heaven's sake, keep your voice down!"

Fred lowered his voice an octave, but kept rambling. "Go to war with wizards? What do you think we can do, huh? They have magic. All we have is-"

"Guns, Fred. Guns. Missiles. Explosives. Tanks. Bombs!" He waved his arms in the air. "If wizards are in a war, then think: there are different factions. One who has ruled for a while and presumably kept themselves separate from us…and a new faction. One that might not like that idea." General Winters lowered his voice. "One that might, in fact, decide that people without magic are easier to rule." He leaned back and smirked. "Not to mention that, if we do intervene, we'll probably prevent secondary damage."

The Prime Minister sighed. "Like exploding bridges?"

"Like exploding bridges."

For a minute, that sat in silence. Prime Minister Williams poured himself another shot of McAllen. "So…we just…give them guns?"

"Oh, Lord, no. We won't give them any of our weapons, or teach them how to use them. If we're in any luck, we will have plenty of weapons they've never seen before." He winked. "With the element of surprise, my dear British friend, it won't matter what counter-spells they have."

"Because they won't know what's coming until they're already dead!" The Prime Minister said, laughing. John joined him and clinked his glass with his.

"But seriously." Fred's face turned serious again. "What would we do? Pick a random battalion and send them off on a 'special assignment'? How on earth are we going to get them to stay silent about the fact that they're hunting wizards and witches? Literally!"

"That's precisely what we do. " General Winters grinned. "Think about it, Fred. Assume there really is a whole nation of magical wizards running around-"

"I don't need to bloody assume anything, since they just 'showed up' on my bloody doorstep last evening..." Prime Minister Williams mumbled.

"-then we really need to ensure that we are prepared for them." John stated emphatically. "With magic and the element of total surprise, we would have no chance at surviving any attack. But if we have at least one response team that does know..."

John left the thought unfinished. They continued sipping their whiskey.

"Do you have a team in mind?" The Prime Minister asked, silently acquiescing to the General's point.

He graciously nodded his thanks and said, with a smile breaking over his face: "Absolutely. I know just the men..."

So I hope y'all enjoy this beginning chapter! This is a story idea that I think most teenage boys had when they first read Harry Potter; and I think it time to make it a reality! Feedback is loved and I look forward to writing more of this! (Future chapters will be longer, as this is just an introduction.)