Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm finally back! I apologize for the short length of this chapter, but I wanted to get this out there before Thanksgiving break ended. It is so short because it is setting up for a much bigger moment, one that will change everything.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other fandoms mentioned within these pages.

If there was one thing Benjamin Franklin knew, it was that "every action had an equal opposite reaction." In other words, each and every single action has a consequence matching the deed done. It was this principle that had him worried about the mission the good Lord had given to the quintet, despite knowing it was blessed by Heaven itself.

He had another dream last night, this one much more disturbing than the last. In the dream, Lord Voldemort and his death eaters had managed to find a way to travel back in time before they could find a way to travel forward in time. The Death Eaters had wreaked havoc all across the country, before influencing the war enough to make sure that it resulted in a British victory. And Benjamin knew he could not let that happen.

He bowed his head in a short prayer, asking whatever God was listening to see to it that his terrifying vision never came true.

Meanwhile, more than two hundred years later, a young Ravenclaw awoke from his deep slumber, yawning loudly as he stretched his arms.

"G'morning, Harry." Anthony greeted his friend as Harry slid out of his bed, groaning.

"Good morning." returned Harry as he charmed his robes on, using his wand to switch his clothes. "Want to go down to breakfast?"

"Sure." replied Anthony, and the two linked arms, walking out the door to the common room while singing a jaunty tune. They both seemed oddly excited this morning, for an unknown reason.

The duo walked into the great hall, and everyone fell silent as they entered, all eyes on them. Many students held a copy of the Daily Prophet in their hand, and were glancing from Dumbledore to Harry. Harry nonchalantly made his way to the Ravenclaw table with Anthony close behind, and Roger wordlessly handed him a copy of the newspaper. Two letters sat on Harry's table, and he calmly opened the first one, noting the official looking seal on the envelope. Hmm.

He dropped it in shock when he saw the contents.

Both the President of the MACUSA (Magical Congress of the United States of America) and the President of the United States themselves wanted to meet with him as soon as possible.

Him.

Of all people.

Numbly, he picked up the article, and began to read:

Eleven-Year-Old Head of House Washington Requested to Meet With American Presidents to Discuss Future of America

By: Rita Skeeter

Late yesterday evening, in a shocking turn of events, this author received intelligence that the Boy-Who-Lived has been requested to meet with the Presidents of both the American Wizarding community and the muggle community. They summoned him in his role of Head of House Washington, due to the fact that one day he will "inherit" the Presidency of the magical government upon his sixteenth birthday. Why is this allowed, you may ask?

The article went on to explain the fact that there was a hidden clause in the United States constitution that stated that if Magic found a Heir to the great George Washington and judged him or her worthy to lead, they would be able to take the Presidency, no matter who was president at the time. Harry was glad Rita did not seem biased at all toward any particular side, and was excited to meet Presidents Bush and Piquery.

"Um, wow." Hermione had come down while Harry was reading, and held a copy of the article in her hand. "Harry, aren't you going to respond to those letters?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." Harry felt his cheeks redden as he looked at Hermione, and Anthony smirked. He knew his friend had it bad for the curly-haired witch. "Do you have a quill?"

Anthony reached into his bag, and pulled out an elegant eagle quill, which was quite fitting considering who Harry was writing. Harry wrote two very eloquent replies, stating that he could meet with them over the weekend and that he could portkey over. He also added as an afterthought that his father may be accompanying him, acting in his role as the British Minister of Magic. He handed them to the owl waiting for his response, before it flew away.

Dumbledore watched all of this from the staff table, his grip tight on his copy of the newspaper. He was fuming. This meeting could not be allowed to happen! It would unravel all off his plans. It must be stopped.

In a fit of rage, the Headmaster stomped away from the staff table, heading on a direct path to where Harry was eating.

"Mr. Potter. My office. Now." He said sternly, and Harry stood up, the entire hall falling silent as the students intently watched the confrontation.

"Only if Professor Flitwick is there as my head of house." growled Harry, seeing through Dumbledore's words. He brushed away a strand of black hair before standing on the bench so that he was Dumblefuck's height.

Professor Flitwick came to stand beside Harry, crossing his arms and glaring at his former friend/current boss. "Albus, if you try anything, you will regret it. That much I can tell you."

Albus ignored that comment, and the three proceeded to walk to his office.

END OF CHAPTER

Author's Note: Hello again people! Before I leave, I want to address a few questions I am sure you guys will probably have…

President Piquery: If you have seen Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, you will know that this is the President of the magical community in New York. Given the fact that wizards and witches live to be 100-200 years old in the WCCM!verse, I thought the same should apply to her.

President Bush: He was the President before Obama, number 43 if my memory serves me correct.

If you all have any more questions, just ask them in the reviews section or PM me. They will be answered in the next Q+A Congress, which will be in a few chapters.

Bye!