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He swung down from the large rope hanging from a nearby tree, landing on the ground with a barrel roll as bullets and cannonballs flew past. He rushed through the rows of blue coats, his black cloak billowing behind him. The mysterious man continued through the battlefield, easily moving past the enemy line. He retrieved two knives from his black robes before throwing them out randomly. The blades cut through half a dozen red-coats each, before spinning back into his waiting hands.
He continued to cut through the British soldiers, making it to their cannons, with several American soldiers on his tail. The man behind him pitched a grenade at the wall sitting in front of them, sending shrapnel out and away from the Americans. "Onward!" The man behind him exclaimed as the Americans began to push behind enemy lines, portraying guerrilla warfare at its finest as the British soldiers were met with bayonets and gunshots. Once all of the British soldiers behind them were dispatched, he and the American soldiers continued down the battlefield.
General George Washington had discovered that 9,400 British soldiers would be attacking Yorktown in Virginia, and the Americans were ready. The Americans, with some help, obtained 7,500 men from France as well as 5,400 men from the American military, giving the Americans an advantage in the battle, and hopefully the Revolution. It all started years before in an experiment gone wrong. One that would change one Harry James Potter's life, in more ways than one.
Date: May 2nd, 2018 | Location: Ministry of Magic
Harry James Potter stood inside of the Death Chamber located in the depths of the Ministry of Magic, his face obscured by the standard hood given to most Unspeakables. Not a year after the Battle of Hogwarts exactly ten years prior, Harry had been voted Minister of Magic by the Wizengamot as well as most citizens, who praised him for avenging or saving their children. He had not liked the job at first, but found himself attracted to the job as the years went by.
Over his fourteen years as Minister, Harry made great change in the Ministry of Magic, working closely with his best friend Hermione Granger and his newer friend Kingsley Shacklebolt. The three had demolished pure-blood law after pure-blood law, replacing the mostly pure-blood Wizengamot with muggleborns, half-bloods, a few pure-bloods, giants, werewolves, and elves. The four species worked closely together, forming harmonious communities where they lived in peace and tranquility.
Hogwarts had reopened in 2001, being completely renovated with two extra school wings, one for the professors, and the other for the school Houses. The four Houses would live in the same wing, with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw on the first floor and Slytherin and Hufflepuff on the second floor, all of the students having their own warded rooms. This made inner-house rivalries dwindle greatly, seeing as the Common Rooms were open to any student regardless of House. This also resulted in many pranks from George's sons Fred and Gred.
The school had also been introduced to many new technologies. Desktop computers were used in several courses as well as the library, and televisions were placed in not only the Common Rooms, but in all of the 'dorm rooms' as well. Harry and the Ministry had worked with the ICW or International Confederation of Wizards as well as MACUSA or the Magical Congress of the United States of America. The three had worked tirelessly together in order to bring themselves into a greater 'union'.
After two years of discussion, the British, American, and French muggle and magical governments agreed on becoming a greater country. Something that had never been done through means outside of warfare or siege. The Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France had come up with the name Freols, which roughly translated to 'Freedom' in Anglo-Saxon. The other seven governments approved of the name, and agreed on the combination of governments. From then on, the British, American, French, and Worldwide magical governments would convene once a month in order to go over dealings with other countries as well as the addition of other countries to Freols.
By 2006, half of the planet had been integrated into Freols within several weeks of each other. Harry, in his fourteenth and last year as the Minister of Magic, left the position as one of the best Minister's of Magic in British history. He was well-known, well-liked, and well-respected among the Americans and French, and spent many weeks in both 'countries' or 'states' alongside his wife Hermione and his three children, James Sirius Potter, Lily Jean Potter, and Albus Severus Potter.
After his two terms were complete, Harry resigned from re-election, and refused the position when it was voted on in the Wizengamot. He was one of the richest men in Freols, and could live for eight centuries without a job. But that didn't stop him from becoming an Unspeakable, spending his late hours in the Ministry of Magic as he did before, only this time he was located in the Death Chamber, examining the veil that had killed his godfather years before.
He, alongside his colleagues, worked to discover the secrets of the Veil of Death, trying desperately to discover what lay beyond the depths. It was on April 11th, 2018 that Unspeakable Greene had discovered a theory, an experiment that just might work. The theory consisted of a modified Imperius curse, which locked one's mind with another. The mind linked to the other would then be transferred to a living creature, which would then be sent through the Veil of Death.
This would keep the mind and soul of the person entering the veil from death as their mind and soul would remain linked to the living world. Greene had refrained from accepting the position of walking through the veil, as did everyone else. After a week of indecision, Harry stepped up and accepted the role. Now it was the day of the experiment. Greene had agreed to participate, becoming Harry's link to the living as Harry stood in front of the veil.
Harry had taken care of all of his belongings and possessions, and had said his farewells to Hermione and his children in the off-chance that the experiment went wrong, and he did indeed die. With everything in the new Potter Vault and his family aware and safe, Harry prepared for either death, or success. Unspeakable Reynolds spoke. "Ok, started the connection sequence in three...two…"
"Stop!" The seven Unspeakables, including Harry, spun around to find his wife Hermione Potter standing in the entrance to the chamber, tears running through her eyes. She ran forward, pulling Harry into a hug as she cried into his shoulder. "Harry...I know I can't stop you...I...I never could. Not all of those years ago in the third corridor, and not now in this blatantly obvious suicide mission. So...let me help. Let me help you succeed and stay alive," Hermione pleaded.
"Ma'am...are you requesting to be Unspeakable Potter's lifeline to the world of the living?" Unspeakable Philippe asked, shock evident in his deep voice. Hermione nodded, moving over to the control panel as she pushed Reynolds aside. She quickly began to type away, manipulating the runes inside of the computer as she did so. After a minute of dead silence, she removed herself from the computer, and approached Harry. "The runes have been reset. Give Reynolds the word, and start the countdown,"
Harry thought to argue with her, but found himself in a sense of love and pride for the woman he had married seven years before. Pulling down his hood, something forbidden in the Department of Mysteries, Harry gave Hermione a long lasting kiss, clutching her waist fiercely as the two stood in front of the veil. The two separated, sitting in silence for a single moment before Harry gave Reynolds a single nod. The man, as shocked as Philippe, started the sequence. "Three...Two...One...Now!"
Immediately Harry felt his mind connect with Hermione's, mounds of knowledge and information dropping into his mind as the experiment went into effect. The effect ended there however as Harry felt himself be pulled out of his own body. A dementor's kiss, only...peaceful. Just as forceful and dangerous as a regular dementor's kiss, but it was layered with...reassurance and peace. His last thoughts consisted of his wife and children. Was this death? Or some fucked up joke Death was handing him like it had ten years prior? Harry did not know.
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Harry opened his eyes a mere millisecond later, as if in the blink of one's eye, finding himself in the middle of a large and near empty room, no one in sight. His breathing was fine and even, something that hadn't occurred in years, and he felt...lighter. Looking down, Harry found the reason why. He was skinnier than before, not so much skinny but he had lost some pounds, and had regained them in pure muscle, which showed in the unfamiliar green robe he was wearing.
They seemed older, something someone wore hundreds of years before. His hands had scars across them, particularly one that read 'I must not tell lies', which he had gotten in his fifth year. So he was in a different version of his own body, in an unknown location, and in clothes he had never seen before. Harry, curious of the differences in his appearance, looked around the room to find a tiny desk, a small piano, and a mirror. He approached the mirror, and was surprised.
His hair was much more manageable than before, and moved to the left. He had a beard, something he had not been able to grow before, which greatly defined his now chiseled jaw. His green eyes were visible and went well with his robes, and his lightning bolt scar was very apparent and was even more visible than before, almost like...almost like the Horcrux hadn't left at all. Ignoring it, Harry turned his attention towards his location. His eyes set on a small newspaper in the corner of the room, light shining down on the dirty paper as it lay there. Harry picked it up, and began to read.
Inside was a plethora of events dating back several months. A Battle of Long Island by British General William Howe, the destruction of thirty-six Cherokee towns, the attempted time-bomb attack on Admiral Richard Howe's ship, and a conference regarding the...American Revolution between the Americans and British, which was unsuccessful. His eyes glazed over at the sight in front of him. The date. 1776...in New York City...America.
Harry was so engrossed in the shocking revelation that he had not only ended up in America but back in time by 242 years that he barely heard the small click that occurred behind him. When it came to him, Harry slowly turned around to find a younger man standing in front of him, in dirty robes, and appeared to have not taken a shower in weeks. The man was holding a pistol, which was aimed directly at Harry's forehead. "Why're you in me home thief?" The man growled, fiddling with the trigger slightly as Harry tensed. He knew how muggles reacted to magicals in this time, a reason behind the enforcement of the Statute of Secrecy.
Clenching his fist proved to be the wrong move as the man pulled the trigger. An explosion of particles ripped through the air as the round bullet flew forward. Harry, in an expert show of wandless magic, quickly banished the bullet back at the man before throwing a banishing charm at himself. Harry watched as the bullet struck the man in the chest before he broke through glass. Panic arose as he realized he had banished himself out of an attic window, and right onto the street below.
Several individuals shrieked or screamed when he landed on the ground. A quickly placed cushioning charm saved him from several broken bones, and perhaps a broken skull. Several citizens began to walk away, leaving him to slowly get up on his own. His legs carried him out of the city, where he ran into a fellow wizard. The wizard directed him to New Orleans, where he could purchase magical items. He apparated from NYC to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Philadelphia to Richmond, Virginia, Richmond to Greensboro, North Carolina, Greensboro to Atlanta, Georgia, Atlanta to Mobile, Alabama, and finally Mobile to New Orleans, Louisiana.
He moved into downtown New Orleans, where he was met with the entire wizarding street that put Diagon Alley to shame. The place contained dozens of stores in an underground city known as Magi City which was hidden in New Orleans between two office buildings. From there, Harry entered a port-a-potty at the back of an alley. But inside was another door, which was highly warded against muggles, who would see a regular run-down toilet. The opened the door, and was met with a narrow hallway.
Continuing down the hallway, Harry entered a large elevator, which took him down towards the wizarding city. And it definitely was a city, for it was the size of New Orleans itself. The town contained hundreds of shops, homes, hotels, restaurants, floo network stations, and even a temporary base for the ICW, who would hold meetings there occasionally. The city was located beneath New Orleans, but no one could tell seeing as the large rocks a mile above them which separated them from the muggles was bewitched like the ceiling to the great hall. It was sunny, bright, and blue, a good day all around.
There were roads and paths like in the muggle world, only no one used the roads for anything but walking. Broomsticks could be seen flying above all around the city. He could see there were several individuals with team uniforms on. Senora Silky's, a clothing store favoured by most in the country. The Wacky Wampus, an apparently famous restaurant where wizards and witches alike are served by house-elves. Booths lined the expanded walls, allowing hundreds of customers.
Bargain Books, a store lined with hundreds of bookshelves and thousands of books. Harry spent the morning there, where he looked over dozens of books. He sat in the corner of the bookshop when he felt something strange grab onto his left ear. He turned just in time to find a common fly moving away, before disappearing in an instant right over his left shoulder. Harry frowned, his hand reaching out, only to find it disappearing into an abyss. It was at that moment that Harry realized he had a wand-holster attached to his wrist.
Flicking it, Harry was surprised to find the Elder Wand shoot into his waiting hand. The wand hummed its allegiance to him, producing a smile on Harry's face as two other hums caught his attention. One on his chest and one on his back. He ended up finding the Resurrection Stone beneath his robes, attached to a small chain. And attached to his robes was his Invisibility Cloak. The Deathly Hallow. They were reunited, and in his position. He was the 'Master of Death' according to Mr. Lovegood.
Harry now found himself curious of what was inside the so-called 'pocket-dimension' located over his shoulder. Pointing his wand into the pocket-dimension, Harry cast a silent. 'Accio!' At once a mound of gold, furniture, books, and trunks began to drop onto the ground in front of him. Before it could get out of hand, Harry redirected the 'Accio' charm back into the pocket-dimension, before pulling identifying the pocket dimension as the Potter Vault...in 2018.
So, he retrieved a thousand galleons from his vault, before moving around the bookstore. He bought almost every book on several shelves before moving across the street to Senora Silky's, where he spent over a hundred galleons on a dragonhide and unicorn hair robe. The mixture was something he'd learned in his time as Minister of Magic. Dragonhide was the most spell-resistant material in existence, and the unicorn hair was very weather or season adaptive. If it was cold out, you would be warm, and vise-versa.
Harry had created an entire wardrobe that morning. His dragonhide and unicorn hair robe was to be for battlefield purposes. His knowledge from his short connection with Hermione told him that in 1776, America was in the midst of a war with its oppressors Britain, and he wasn't about to let the British succeed in a war they were supposed to lose. He had gotten dozens of robes for different occasions. A trunk for formal robes, a trunk for casual robes, a trunk for bed robes, bath robes, etc.
Having gotten a dozen trunks full of clothes and books, Harry moved on to get lunch at the Wacky Wampus. From there he went to the nearest apothecary, where he bought multiple of every potion available. He needed to be prepared for anything that came his way, no matter it be a pepper-up potion, skele-gro, or even Viteraserum, he would have them. He acquired a potions belt, which contained twelve shrunken and bottomless trunks attached. A small vial holder sat in the middle of the belt. All he had to do was tap the holder and speak the potion he needed. The holder would then pop out with the potion you needed if you had it. If you didn't have the potion, the holder would remain empty.
Harry moved around the city for the remainder of the afternoon, collecting items he believed could help him in his time here. He didn't know how to get home, and his connection with Hermione had long since gone. He still had a large portion of her knowledge, but that was it. His new legs carried him towards the nearest news outlet, where he was currently listening to the news through word of mouth by one of the workers, who was reading that day's newspaper. The paper was describing an attack in Kips Bay, which had started that morning, and was not going in the American's favor.
Harry had to avoid speaking seeing as his British accent would draw many American's attention. His mind was moving from deciding whether or not to stay in Magi City or to help in the fighting alongside the Americans. His allegiance to the Americans was undeniable due to the course of history his world had gone through, but he was unsure if he should intervene. Perhaps he could turn things for the better in this world in America, Britain, France, and any other country that needed his or any others assistance.
What he needed to do was speak with the higher-ups of all of these nations, to earn their trust in order to introduce magic to them all. Perhaps he could speak to General George Washington regarding the creation of supplies that would surely help the American's against the British. It was at that moment that his Minister of Magic mindset kicked in. If he could gain enough political power and clout in this new America, Harry could use that clout in France, Britain, and hundreds of other countries. He could make a difference. All he had to do was take his shot.
Standing from his seat, Harry slowly moved into a back alley, his mind going over all of the runes and ward schemes he could find in the vault of information that was in his dear Hermione's mind. He was surprised at the spells she had created and had kept under lock and key. She had apparently spent many years working alongside Minerva and Filius in breaking Gamp's Laws of Elemental Transfiguration. The three had discovered how to create water, tea, coffee, and butterbeer from the smallest of atoms, as well as other simple foods like bread, biscuits, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, and grapes. This came in handy when on the run, or in Harry's case, in an unknown place and time.
It only took him five minutes to put on his black and red dragonhide and unicorn-hair robe and cloak. He pulled up his hood, cast a disillusionment charm on his face, before casting a charm to deepen his voice. Pulling on his gloves, Harry placed several cursed knives he had bought in the dark magic region of the shopping district around his body. One on each leg, two on his waist, one over his chest, and another in his lower back. All of them cursed with lethal poison that would kill the victim within seconds.
With his ensemble complete, Harry took a deep breath and disapparated straight through the wards, something that proved rather difficult as he landed in a heap in the middle of a field in Nashville, Tennessee. After regaining his pride and dignity, Harry apparated from there to Columbus, Ohio. From Columbus, he apparated to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, before finally apparating into New York City, New Yory, or more specifically Manhattan, where he found Kip's Bay in complete disarray. The city was a warzone, with the American and British soldiers displaying guerrilla warfare at its finest.
Not wasting time, Harry apparated up to the nearest building, peering down at the war below him for any sign of help needed. He was too late. The entire area had been blasted to hell by cannon fire and bomb-shells. There were hundreds of bodies all over the destroyed ground, mostly American men. There were thousands of British troops along the shoreline, all marching up north, where Harry could hear gunfire and cannon fire. He was way too late.
Shaking his head, he jumped over to the next rooftops, charms on his boots allowing him to jump higher and farther and run fast. His black cloak billowing behind him, Harry jumped 42 rooftops before finding himself a mile in-land, where Harry could see clearly General George Washington riding on his horse, yelling and screaming at his retreating men as Hessian troops continued up north towards them. There were hundreds of Hessian and British soldiers already there against a few hundred untrained American men.
Harry jumped down from the high rooftop, the cushioning charm on his boots keeping him from breaking his legs in the eight story drop. He landed directly in front of Washington, whose horse reared and stepped back as Harry landed, his cloak covering him as bullets flew. His hand was outstretched, creating a shield large enough to cover himself and the Americans. It was a one-way shield, one which would keep the cannon, shell, and gunfire away from the Americans, who could still fire off at the British. He was also forced to erect one around himself, seeing as many scared Americans began to fire their weapons at him instead of their obvious enemies.
One of the Americans' shots missed Harry and moved through the shield, hitting a British soldier in the neck. Washington, seeing this, ordered his men to focus their fire on the confused and scared British instead of the mysterious man in front of them. Over the span of several minutes, over four hundred British soldiers were picked off by the Americans, who had an unfair advantage seeing as they could fire hitting shots while the British gunfire remained futile. Harry was becoming tired, his magical core straining greatly as he kept the round shield intact. The British had surrounded the Americans, forcing him to expand the shield and increase its power.
Harry watched as Washington himself jumped down from his horse, approaching him with obvious suspicion, slight fear, and a small amount of gratefulness. Washington appeared at his side, a small canteen of water in hand which he extended to Harry. Harry motioned for a moment and knelt down. He had been keeping his hands up the entire time, pouring his magic out through them in order to keep the shield alive. He could no longer do such things. So, Harry picked up two small rocks. One with a fine tip, the other flat.
Using the fine-tipped edge of the rock, Harry began to draw a quick runic pattern onto the other rock. Without his concentration on the field, Harry could feel it slowly fading. He could see a few stray British bullets hitting the men, but the cannon fire continued to hit the shield uselessly. Once the runic pattern was complete, Harry sent a surge of magic into it, kickstarting the rune as he dropped it onto the ground. At once a light shot out of the rock, hitting his own shield as it began to layer another over it. Once the new shield was in place, Harry dropped his own and fell onto his knee, panting for breath.
"That was...extraordinary," Washington spoke, passing the canteen to Harry, who immediately emptied the contents into his throat, not caring if it was poisoned. Washington knelt down in front of Harry, the general's sheathed sword scraping against the ground as he did. "How is it that you can do the things you do? Is it some sort of unseen technology unknown to man, or are you perhaps a friend from a nearby star?"
"I am no alien if that is what you are accusing sir," Harry spoke, his voice low and hoarse from the spell he had placed on it. "I am human, but I am not from here. America that is," Even with the charm, the english accent in his voice clearly showed itself on Washinton's face, who quickly stood and grabbed his sword. "I have no allegiance to those men in red cloth, sir. If I was, I would have been protecting them with a shield and not your men. Remember that will you?"
"How have you done that, may I ask? Especially with that...rock of yours," Washington motioned to the runestone still on the ground, which continued to cast a blue light as the shield held strong. Harry sighed. He didn't need to inform Washington of his lineage and species in the middle of a battlefield, yet alone in the middle of thousands of men. "I will hold my tongue for now General, but I will inform you of how I can do what I do once this battle is done and over for,"
Washington nodded his understanding as the two turned to face the enemies, whose general, Henry Clinton, was calling for a large-scale retreat, pulling an upward of 2,500 British and Hessian soldiers out of New York City, and possibly back to Nova Scotia where they came from. The Americans, cheering over their victory, all marched further north, where the American camps were set up. Harry followed the men there, tending to the injured as he helped them through No-Maj means. Washington eyed him closely, but none was said. No one spoke to him regarding his choice in wardrobe, nor did they speak of his actions during the Landing of Kip's Bay.
It took the small army an hour to march through the war-torn city, arriving in the middle of a large forest, where several hundreds of yards were covered in tents. The injured were carried off to the medical tent while the dead were carried off towards the empty part of the field, where they would later be buried. Washington motioned for a word, and the two moved into the large tent at the center of the camp. Washington placed his sword, gun, compass, cantine, and jacket onto a nearby desk, before taking a seat at his own. "Now, I have resisted putting you into our nearby cells due to the fact you have saved my men and I from the clutches, and seem to know what you're doing in the area of medicine, but my time for patience is up,"
"Of course, sir," Harry nodded. He knew he could trust the man who could not tell a lie, which led to him removing his hood and the charms on his face. Washington went wide-eyed, clearly not ready to see a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. Harry honestly wouldn't be surprised if this body was in its twenties. "My name is Harry James Potter. I am...well...that's a hard one sir for I don't know my own birthday here,"
"Here?" Washington clarified.
"Oh, yes. You see, I am not from around here you see. I am from Britain, but not the Britain you are familiar with general," Harry explained. He motioned to the seat in front of the desk, to which Washington nodded. Harry took a seat, and continued. "You see sir, I am from...well...the future. It may sound as if I am making a mockery of you, but I assure you I am not. I am from the year 2018, two hundred and forty-two years in the future. I am unsure why I have been sent here, but I have a feeling it was not an accident,"
Washington sat in silence for a moment, staring directly into Harry's still and calm eyes with a look that described deep thought. After several minutes of silence, Washington nodded. "It would appear that you are correct in your claims that your presence in this time is quite peculiar. Now, if I may ask, what is your age in the time you are from, and how is it you can do the things you did out on that battlefield? Future technologies, perhaps?"
Harry chuckled. "No such technology could do what I did, sir, not even in the distant future where I am from. I am thirty-eight in my time, but I would say I am somewhere around 21 or 22 in this body," At the confused expression on the general's face, Harry explained. "You see, I was working with my body in an experiment regarding a death...machine in the form of a veil. Once you pass through the veil, you die, and my department wished to know where you go when you pass through,"
"And I am assuming you passed through?" Washington inquired. Harry nodded, his memory fogging his mind for a single moment as Hermione entered his vision. Shaking his head, Harry continued. "Yes. My mind and soul were linked to that of my wife, so that my essence would remain with the living. We had theorized that upon my return, my body would be created anew. We were right...but so wrong. You see, when I passed through, the connection was cut off, but still remained minimally connected. I lived on, but my mind and soul were sent to this morning, in a home somewhere here in New York,"
"You arrived today?"
"Yes, earlier this morning. I went to New Orleans over the morning and afternoon, but as soon as I heard of the attack on Kip's Bay, I arrived here immediately to find it deserted. I followed the gunfire and cannon shells to find your men retreating. That is when I jumped down and created the shield," Washington nodded at the explanation, seemingly understanding how the events of the battle came to occur. But Washington wasn't done with his interview. "You have yet to answer my original question. How is it that you can do what you do?"
Harry sighed, this was the hardest part of the ordeal. MACUSA had been founded almost a hundred before present day, and would surely find out about not only the battle, but his arrival and the use of banishing charms that resulted in the damage of private property and the injury or possible death of a young man. "Sir...you may or may not believe me in all of my prior answers, but this one will not be so easily believed. Now...have you ever heard of witches?"
Washington immediately went wide-eyed, his eyes quickly glancing towards his gun, which sat too far for reach without Harry reacting accordingly. "Sir, I am assuming from your reaction that you are very aware of the Salem Witch Trials held in 1692 and 1693, which resulted in the deaths of nineteen individuals. All of which hung. Well, they were indeed real witches, only they did not practice dark magic like many believed. In fact, most accused were a part of the - at the time - newly formed Salem Witches' Institute in Salem, a school for women to learn the art of magic. Most accused were merely unlucky students who were caught while practicing their school work,"
"You wish me to believe that witches and apparently wizards are not in fact evil?" Washington asked. Harry laughed, and shook his head. Washington frowned at this, having not dealt with many that would laugh openly at his face. "No, no. I don't expect you to believe anything. Well...I do, but I will inform you that there are many evil wizards and witches in the world. I myself spent my childhood fighting off against one, named Voldemort, who killed my parents and had a personal-vendetta against me,"
"I am sorry for your loss," Washington spoke, bowing his head slightly in a show of respect. Harry followed suit. "Do not worry, I have gotten over their deaths since I killed Voldemort myself. Quite an enjoyable bit of revenge and justice I might add. Not all witches and wizards are not evil. Most are merely trying to live day to day, have jobs, children, and lives just like you and I. It was the Salem Witch Trials that resulted in my people going into hiding by demand of the International Confederation of Wizards, which was founded about fifty years before. They signed the Statute of Secrecy the same year as the trials, which is still in effect in my time,"
"And what does this 'statute' state?"
"It states that no magicals, that includes creatures such as goblins, elves, giants, werewolves, and vampires are allowed to reveal themselves to No-Maj's, or Muggles, or non-magicals," Harry explained. "Breaking this law is punishable by...five years in prison, as well as additional charges for possible treason. So...I am quite literally risking my life telling you of my true origins,"
"Well, I thank you for your trust, Mr. Potter," Washington replied. "So, what is it that you plan to do while you are here?" Harry sighed. He had not thought about it much seeing as he had only been in this time for a single day. The Veil wouldn't be discovered for another hundred and forty years, so he could not get home through those means. Was he trapped? Forced to live his days in a history he barely knew? Hundreds of years from the people he knew and loved. His wife...his friends...his children. All gone in the depths of life, death, and time. All three did not discriminate. All three took what they wanted, and showed no mercy and no remorse towards their victims.
"I can not return home due to circumstances, so I will instead have to remain here in this time. I will have to come up with plans as they go, but I plan to help in this war in any way I can. I don't really care about the timeline, and plan to use that carelessness to change everything for the better. I plan to improve American weaponry to help annihilate the British, I plan to help train your men in the art of being a proper military force, and I am hoping...praying that you will consider helping me convince the ICW to retract the Statute of Secrecy. I am aware of your prestige and influence, and I am aware that France is in alliance with you. Your influence alongside France's should be enough to sway people into believing that most of wizarding kind are not evil,"
"I...I will need to think on the subject, Mr. Potter," Washington replied. "I will need to know more about this 'wizarding world' you speak of before I can protect it from the wrath of mob mentality. I am however completely on board with any help you can provide regarding weaponry, technology, and the teaching and training of my men. I have been desperately trying to mold them into a fighting force, but with the nearby winter coming, and the beginning of this war, I fear their morale is quite low. I hope our latest win will bring that morale to a higher place. Perhaps you would like a position in my army? Perhaps as a general in charge of your own men? Men you can train to the best of your ability,"
Harry blinked at this. He had led hundreds, if not thousands of individuals in not only the war but after as well. He had 'led' hundreds in the Battle of Hogwarts, and actually led hundreds in his time as Minister of Magic, where he would work closely with Kingsley and the other Auror's. He had thought his leading days were over. He believed the days were long past after what had occurred years prior with Delphini Riddle, his enemies' daughter. The one who seduced his son into near death.
Life had gotten better since witnessing the death of his parents. He spent most of his time with his family after that, only going to work in the late nights, while spending the days with his family, who were all lost behind the unfound veil now. Harry blinked once again, coming out of the overwhelming emotion in his heart and the visions in his head as he looked to Washington. "Yes, I would happily accept the position and rank of a General in your Continental Army,"