Dear mum and dad,

Hi! How are you? I'm sorry I have not been writing to you guys; Hogwarts is so much fun that it slipped my mind! But don't worry, I will write more in the future.

Anyways, you must be desperate for some gossip about my time at Hogwarts so far. Well, you will be pleased to note that I have formed a tight-knit group of friends, which includes Hermione, Susan, a muggleborn by the name of Anthony Goldstein, Nymphadora (Don't call her that unless you want a few broken bones) Tonks (You remember her; she was one of the people I have a marriage contract with.), and most surprisingly of all, Draco Malfoy. Yep, you heard me right. Draco Malfoy.

You're probably flabbergasted right now, but hear me out. You see, Drake is really nothing like his father. He holds no ill will towards muggles, half-bloods and muggleborns, but instead he is rather fascinated by them. I tell you, when Lucy Malfoy hears of this, I hope he has a heart attack and dies an untimely death! Oh yeah, and we won our quidditch game against Slytherin, but get this: one of the teachers was trying to curse me off of the broom! My friends think it was Snape that did this, because he seems like such a git to any outsider, but my intuition tells me that it was Quirrell, aided by Dumbledore, who did this. I am going to find out why he did that if it's the last thing I do.

Lastly, I was wondering if we could possibly invite all of my friends' families over for Christmas? All of us would love that to happen if it were possible. Don't worry about Draco; his father already agreed, but is not coming with him, thank God. Apparently Lucy thinks it would be a good political opportunity for their family, but their son would do a better job of exploiting it than him.

I've got to go now; homework awaits!

-H.J. Flitwick

"What do you think, Eugene? Should we let this happen?" Scarlett asked her husband, after he had finished reading the letter out loud to her.

"Certainly! It is a very good idea, even though Min and Filius will be at Hogwarts. It will give Harry a chance to be with his friends outside a school environment, and open some doors for Holly. Besides, it will be good for him to get away from the Manipulative bastard of a headmaster for a bit."

"I agree with your sentiment. I will handle the preparations if you would be so kind as to deal with the invitations?" Scarlett said.

"Deal." They shook hands, and went about their separate ways to do their tasks.

"Benjamin. We need to talk. Now."

Benjamin Franklin looked up from his parchment, raising his eyebrows at his friend John Adams, who was standing by his table. "Is this about the dream last night, John?"

Adams nodded, bringing his chair up by the old inventor. Richard came over to them, looking far less happy than he usually was, favoring a solemn expression over one of joy.

"Well, are we going to go through with what the good Lord commanded us to do?" Benjamin asked, and they all nodded stiffly.

"Alright. How are we going to do this?" Adams asked, and Ben shrugged.

"Well, let's start from the very beginning, a very good place to start. As you all know," here Richard's voice dropped to a whisper, so that the other congressmen wouldn't hear them, "my brother Sam is the colonial Minister of Magic,and I can contact him to see if it is possible to get our hands on a time-turner. However, it will take a few years to get approval."

"That is quite alright." Benjamin said, clapping Richard on the back. "An excellent plan, Mr. Lee. I only pray that It will work."

"If Providence deems it worthy, it will work." John stated with determination. The three best friends looked at each other and nodded together. The plan must work. It had to.

"Come on Harry! Get up or we will be late for class!"

Harry Flitwick groaned as he rolled around in his bed, covering his ears with his pillow. Anthony chuckled at the childish actions of his best friend, before swiftly pulling the pillow away from Harry's grasp with a smirk.

"Give that back!" The Boy-Who-LIved was fully awake now. His precious pillow had been taken!

"Nope!" Anthony grinned sadistically, much like a villain would in a Marvel superhero movie, and began running around the First Year Floor of Ravenclaw tower, waving the pillow in the air. Harry groaned, and followed his best friend, attempting to get his pillow back, not aware that he was still in his pajamas. Eventually, Anthony and Harry found themselves in the common room, standing on top of a coffee table while the other eagles stared at them incredulously.

"I did not steal your pillow, Har-bear." Anthony said innocently, as he made sure to put the pillow in clear view of Harry.

"Aw, stop it Tony. You're making things up again, and recklessly warping the true story. And please don't call me by that ridiculous nickname again; I would prefer to not have my social reputation ruined." drawled Harry, putting all the sarcasm he could muster into his voice as he and Anthony raced back to the dorm to change for breakfast.

Today was going to be a good day.

Author's Note: Hey guys! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME FOR NOT UPDATING THIS STORY! It's just I have been REALLY busy with high school, and soon will be even busier with mock trial. (In fact, my first day of tryouts are tomorrow, and I am really stressed out about them, so please forgive me if this chapter sucks.) I just pulled myself out of writer's block in relation to this story, and decided to finally update.

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