Diagonally?

August 2nd 2001, The White House

Amelia froze. Professor Potter was, without a doubt, her biological father. She had not seen him since the day they tried to take her back, and that was three years ago. Since then she had been getting on happily, and know he shows up. And worse, as a professor. He was one of her teachers for god's sake. She was not paying attention to anything going on until her father pulled her hand. She snapped back to reality, and walked in to the Oval Office, to await the man she hoped she had escaped.

James was waiting in the Oval Office. He was here in a purely professional function, to escort Amelia to Diagon Alley to fetch her supplies for school. However, Lily was there today as well, getting Harry's things, and she could say whatever she wanted. They had not given up on their daughter three years ago, and he was hoping that the plan would work. What was he thinking, of course it will. Surely, it would not be hard to bring Amelia back to them. And if it did not work, well, they were both teachers. At Hogwarts, she would be seeing both of them regularly. They would be nicer to her to try to bring her around. His train of thought was broken when the door opened, and he stood as the President walked in, followed by Amelia. His daughter would be back with him before long, especially if the plan worked. "Professor Potter."

"Mr President." James replied, trying to keep the scorn out of his voice.

"May I ask why you are here."

"I have been sent by the headmaster to take Miss Bartlet to get her supplies."

"We just got them." Amelia said, eyeing James suspiciously. "So why are you really here."

"Miss Bartlet, Hogwarts equipment can only be bought in Diagon Alley."

"We can have them brought over Mr Potter." Jed said.

"The headmaster feels that it would be better for Amelia to go to Diagon now, so as to immerse herself in English Magical community."

"I will not have my daughter go unprotected to England. I have made arrangements for her to have bodyguards at school, because I cannot do anything while she is other there, and you want to take her over there by yourself. No sir, I will not have it."

"Mr President I am a former Auror, and we will be port keying to the Ministry of Magic, where we will meet up with four other Aurors. She will be safe."

"Not good enough. I want American Aurors with her if she is going somewhere."

"Very well."

"Good. I will just go and call the Ministry. Darling, stay here."

"Yes daddy." She said, and that struck a blow to James' heart. He was now more determined than ever to get her back. He was surprised when she turned to him with a glare. "Don't think about doing anything Potter."

"I wasn't going to."

"Yes you were. I could see it in your eyes."

"No, you're mistaken."

"Don't try to fool me Potter." She said, spitting out the name in disgust. As she finished, Bartlet walked back in, along with a small group of Aurors.

"Now then Amy this is your guard from until I say so. I don't want to hear any tales of how you try to give them the slip."

"Yes daddy." She said, immediately cowed after he had entered the room."

"And Mr Potter, if anything happens to her, bring back several lawyers with you."

"Yes sir." he said, not wanting to stay here any longer than was necessary. "Come along Miss Bartlet, we must be quick." At that, at the beckoning of her father, Amy left the room, with her bodyguards in tow.

August 2nd, Diagon Alley

James smiled as he saw his daughter case in apparent wonderment at the Alley. It was, as usual, bright and lively after they had stepped through, and she seemed to be taking it all in. "Amazing isn't it." he said, more as a statement than a question, but Amelia answered anyway.

"Not really."

"How so?"

"Well, it is so badly planned. One curse down the street is guaranteed to hit someone. It is also so horribly chaotic that it is amazing that you people find anything here." Her tirade was stopped as a voice she did not want to hear came from behind her.

"Dad!"

"Hey son." James said as Harry jumped on him.

"Who is she?" Harry asked, as he was released from his dad's arms.

"That is Amelia." James said, and Harry ran to give her a hug.

"Hi sis." Was all that was said before Amelia was hit by a small missile, almost throwing her to the floor.

"How did it go James?" Lily asked

"Not well, but hopefully the sibling card will help." he whispered to her, only to see Harry being pushed on the floor.

"I'm not your sister." Amelia said, before turning to James, "So this was your plan was it, well it failed. Now, I'm going to get clothes, I'm going to get my books, and then we are going back."

"What about your wand?" Lily asked, only just refraining from saying anything familial to her, as it did not seem to get a good response, but she was looking at James helping Harry up.

"None of your business." Amelia said, before she walked towards Madam Malkin's, followed by her guard.

From the entrance of Knockturn Alley, a man clad in a cloak was watching the exchange between Potter and his former daughter. At seeing her storm off, smirked. Get rid of that hotheadedness, and she would be good enough for his son he thought. Having the former daughter of his Lord's greatest enemy would be a great advantage. She would have to be submissive to his boy, but there were ways. He just had to hope that his son did not mess up his opportunity to become friends with her. With that thought, he made for Madam Malkin's.

Once inside the shop, Amelia felt much better. It is not as if she needed Potter around anyway, her bodyguards would be enough to deal with any situation that presented itself. Hopefully, he had noticed his dismissal, but she doubted it. She looked around and saw many beautiful and different coloured robes, all made of a good material as far as she could tell. When she looked towards the counter though, she saw clothes that were marked as Hogwarts Uniform, 10 Galleons, and she was terribly disappointed in it. It looked uncomfortable and made from some sort of cloth. There was no way she was going to be wearing that. She did not care much for fashion, but one had to look remotely good and that uniform would not do. As she was contemplating this, she failed to notice a blonde boy coming up behind her. However, one of her bodyguards did. "Stop there." He said, aiming his wand at the boy, who looked at the guard in shock. Amelia whirled around, and saw the boy. As she looked at him, she had a strange feeling in her stomach, but pushed it back.

"Who are you?" Amelia asked, still half a world away.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He said, and reminded her of James Bond in every Bond film ever. She saw him hold out a hand, which she took.

"Amelia Bartlet." She said to him, before turning to her guard. "At ease." She said simply, and he put his wand away, still eying the boy with unease.

"May I ask what you're doing in England. I mean, there isn't a Presidential visit, or is there?" Draco said, looking around frantically to try to spot the President.

"No, there is no visit. I am going to Hogwarts, but the uniform looks awful." Amelia said, trying not to giggle at the face of this amusing boy.

"You're going to Hogwarts? Awesome, what house do you want to go in?"

"What are houses?" she asked, but the door opened and in walked James, Lily, and Harry. They did not look happy.

James was outraged. Amelia had run off, completely disregarding her own safety, and when he catches up to her, she was talking to a Malfoy. Before he could try to reprimand her, his son piped up. "What are you doing with him sis?" Shit James thought, were in trouble. However, it was not Amelia who responded first. It was a Malfoy.

"Mr Potter, your son still hasn't learnt to keep himself quiet I see." James turned to see Lucius Malfoy, who had his trademark smirk in place.

"At least my son can speak for himself Lucius, rather than hide behind his father." James said, trying to wipe the smirk off Malfoy's face, but failing to wipe it off, but behind him, something was about to happen that would shock them all.

While the two adults were fighting, Amelia, Harry and Draco were standing off, two on one. Harry, although outnumbered, still did not back down. "Come on sis, we need to get you your wand."

"No we don't, I'm here to get my clothes and books, and then I'm off."

"You need a wand silly." Harry said, seeing Draco backing off slightly.

"What do you call this then?" She said, drawing her birch wand. The three Potter's gasped as she pointed it at Harry.

"But but but." Harry kept saying, before walking back to his father.

"Amy that is not a Ministry regulated wand, now come with me and ..." James started, but stopped as she turned her wand at him.

"First, you have not got any right to call me Amy. To you its Amelia or Miss Bartlet. Secondly, all American wands are crafted for the individual. Thirdly, I am under jurisdiction of US magical law. No underage restriction on magic as long as it does not break the International Statute of Secrecy. Not part of anything, just an interesting piece of information for you." She finally finished. As she looked at James, she heard footsteps. "Please leave Potter, I have business to deal with." She said.

"Miss Bartlet, I must insist ..."

"Don't insist to me, I don't like people who insist." She said, nodding to the guard closest to the door. He grabbed James, and opened the door. Facing James in the direction of the street, he kicked, and he went sprawling onto the street. The other Potters, getting the message, left quickly too.

Lucius was delighted. He did not even have to say anything to her, she hated the Potter's of her own accord. He saw the shop assistants coming back down, and they stopped as they saw him. "Why were we not served as we entered?" He asked them. The assistants just looked down at the floor. "Right then, I want two sets of Hogwarts uniforms for my son and Miss Bartlet, made from Acromantula silk, not the rubbish you have on display." He said, and the assistants got to work immediately, moving over to measure the two children.

"Excuse me Mr Malfoy, but why are you buying me robes?" Amelia asked. Lucius smiled at her.

"Let's call it a thank you for the little show you gave us." He said, and she smiled back, perfectly content.

"I was on about the houses of Hogwarts wasn't I? So ..." He heard his son say, and he started to think about how to get her over firmly to their side. As he was paying for their uniform, an idea came to his head, and it was sure to work.

As Amelia walked out, uniform in hand, she waved back to Draco and Mr Malfoy. It was a shame they had to go, but Draco was very good company. She sighed as she saw the Potter's coming towards her, with quite a few bags. She tried to walk away, only to be grabbed by James at the last minute. "I've got your books, and we are going back now." he said, before walking her back up to the Leaky Cauldron. She sighed in relief, and did not try to stop him as he pulled out the portkey. She grabbed it, and they were transported to the lobby of the West Wing.