While on the way to Dumbledore's office, Harry willed his rings to show themselves, in order to give him more political strength in what he knew would be the argument of the century. The House Washington ring glittered in the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, giving Harry an aura of power. He snapped his fingers, summoning a blue sash like the one that had been commonly seen across the chest of his ancestor, which helped assert his command of the situation. Next to him, Professor Flitwick smirked at the back of Dumbledore, knowing that the headmaster had no idea what was coming.

"Cake pops," the manipulative old headmaster said to the stone gargoyle once they had reached the office in which he resided. The gargoyle sprang aside, and the group walked up the spiraling staircase, entering the office.

"Well, Albus. I thought you had learned not to accost my heir by now."

Harry's head jerked to the right as one of the numerous portraits of past headmasters spoke, gasping as he saw George Washington sharing a frame with Phineas Black. "How-?"

George grinned cheekily, smirking. "Magic." After all he had been through, he certainly had a right to be cryptic. Harry decided to indulge him.

"Wooow, very descriptive answer you have there Mr. Washington. I feel so enlightened." Harry came back with a sarcastic comment of his own, and his ancestor chuckled.

"I like you," he commented, as he winked at him. "Not very many people just go with it whenever I'm cheeky like that. The last time I tried that, Alexander nearly fell off of his chair. It was very entertaining."

"I can imagine," Harry grinned as he winked back at his ancestor, noting how different Washington acted when compared to the way many history books described him.

"Enough of that," grumbled Dumbledore, not happy with the way things were going. This day was not turning out well for him so far. "Harry, why did you agree to meet with Presidents Bush and Piquery? You know doing that and leaving school is a bad idea, and could result in your getting captured by some of Voldemort's remaining Death Eaters." He waved his wand under the table, pointing it

George spoke up before Harry could reply, and Dumbledore glared at him. "Learn your vocabulary, Albus!"

Filius and Harry laughed, before Harry agreed with George. "I second what George said. Contrary to your belief, I think it is a rather good idea to go meet with the Presidents. Besides, it would be rude to ignore their summons, and shame would be brought down on my house." Harry looked Dumbledore straight in the eye as he said this, feeling the cautious brush of Dumbledore's attempted Legilimency on him. Luckily, the old headmaster was not able to pass his very strong defenses.

Harry did not even wait for Dumbledore to speak to him, instead standing up from his chair, flipping him the middle finger, and walking calmly out the door, Filius behind him.

"MR. POTTER! GET BACK HERE! I WASN'T FINISHED!" bellowed Albus as his face reddened with rage, and he could hear Harry and Filius laughing in the distance.

"Fat chance! Think about that the next time you try legilimency on the future president of the United States!" Harry shouted back, as students currently in class looked toward their doors to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"Come now Harry, excellent job dealing with the bastard but you must be getting to charms! Remember to pack as soon as possible, today is Friday so you only have one day to prepare." Filius told his nephew, grinning. "Then you can really begin sticking it to him, once the MACUSA knows what he has done. I heard President Piquery is quite formidable."

"Yeah, I've heard a lot about her from dad. He has had to work with her quite a few times, especially when the first war with Voldy happened." sighed Harry, pausing right outside the charms classroom.

"So, are you prepared for that test today?" Filius asked, changing the subject.

Harry shuddered, before saying, "Um, I think so?"

"It's easy, don't worry." reassured Filius, and Harry nodded.

"If you say so Filly. If you say so." Harry chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair, smiling at his uncle as he did so.

Saturday finally came, and Harry found himself in the entrance hall with his group of friends, namely Anthony, Draco, Hermione, Tonks and Susan. Minerva and Filius were also present and talking excitedly with Eugene, who wore a muggle suit and carried a heavy briefcase in his hands.

"Stay safe, please. Don't go looking for trouble, I beg you. I don't think I could bear it if anything happened to you, you're my best friend!" Hermione pulled Harry into a hug, which he gladly accepted.

"I will try my hardest, but I don't go looking for trouble, trouble usually looks for me. That's what happens when you're related to one of the most famous presidents in US History." he laughed, and that helped ease the little tension in the room.

"Finally, that manipulative bastard will get what is coming to him!" exclaimed Draco, throwing his hands up in relieved exasperation as everyone giggled.

"His head will be presented on a silver platter by the time me and the presidents are done with him, I can promise you that." swore Harry, as Susan reached over Hermione's head to give him a high-five for his promise. "Now, we must be going before everyone's favorite manipulative old codger gets wind that I am leaving the castle technically without his permission." A sadistic grin formed on Harry's face, and he and his adoptive father linked arms, preparing to apparate.

"Bye bye!" giggled Harry as he and Eugene vanished from sight.

"How can he apparate in Hogwarts? I thought you couldn't do that!" Susan's voice was high pitched, until Hermione put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down and spoke in the most deadpan voice she could muster.

"Magic."

The room dissolved into peals of laughter.

Author's Note: Hey guys! I finally returned! I have exams in two weeks, so I wanted to get this chapter up before I start studying. Don't worry, the long-awaited meeting with the Presidents of the United States, both magical and non-magical, will be in the next chapter! (Featuring: Dumb-as-doors Bashing!) I don't know why I wrote George into the confrontation with our resident a-hole, sometimes these characters have a mind of their own. As for how exactly George got into that portrait, I will quote him, and respond "magic." Also, as you can probably guess, Harry can apparate inside Hogwarts because he is the heir.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.