Aftermath

September 7th, Hogwarts

Dumbledore couldn't believe what had just happened in front of him. In only a few minutes, an American force had come in, removed the Potter girl and left. He looked over at the two Potter parents and saw Lily close to tears. "All classes are cancelled for the day." he announced, before walking past both Potter's, beckoning them to follow. The entered the antechamber, and Lily started crying.

"What do we do Albus?" Lily managed to get out through her cries. James also looked upset, and Dumbledore sighed.

"I don't know Lily, but we will get her back. She needs to help her brother to defeat Voldemort." The two parents looked at him, and nodded. For the next hour they went through plans, before Dumbledore looked up, and smiled.

September 7th, Ministry of Magic, Washington D.C.

Amelia looked at where she had landed from the portkey. She quickly recognised it as the portkey lobby at the Ministry, and she smiled. She was home now. "This way Ms Bartlet." Malfoy said, and she followed quickly, the rest of the strike team following. They met two agents by another door, which seemed to have high security. "This is the magical transport room to the White House. Take your bags and enter. Your portkey is ready." Malfoy said. At this, the door was opened, and Amy took her bags. She walked in, and the door shut behind her. In the middle of the room, there was a hairbrush. She touched, and she was whisked off home.

September 7th, The White House, Washington D.C.

Amelia landed in the portkey area of the White House. Almost immediately, secret servicemen came in and took her bags. "Greetings Ms Bartlet. Please follow me." As he exited the room, Amelia quickly followed, and they came to a hidden door.

"What is this?" Amelia asked, having not even heard of this place.

"This is an emergency corridor we have installed for the President's protection. It is so he and his family can get out of the White House in case of attack." He said, moving his hand to his ear. "Is the coast clear?" he asked. He waited for a reply, then pressed a button that Amelia hadn't seen there beforehand. The ceiling began to rumble, then there appeared what seemed to be a lift. Then she looked at the floor, and saw the seal of the President, and she knew where she was going to appear.

"Daddy!" She almost shouted, and just couldn't help throwing herself at him.

"Hello darling." Jed said, hugging her back. That was when Leo walked in.

"Mr President, there's a ..." He stopped when he saw Amy in the room.

"Uncle Leo!" She said, breaking off from Jed, and running over to him.

"Hello sport. How was the school?"

"I thought it was good, but dad didn't think so." Leo looked surprised at this, and turned to Jed.

"They effectively poisoned her Leo, I wasn't going to let that go." Leo nodded.

"Anyway, CIA have some intelligence they want to go over with you."

"I had the daily brief already."

"This has just come up."

"Okay, send them in." Jed said. He turned to Amy. "I need to talk to you later."

"Okay daddy." Amy said, almost skipping out the door, heading for the residence. As she was out of sight, his door opened, and in walked Director Mueller of the FBI and Director Tenet of the CIA.

"Mr President, we believe that there is an imminent attack on the United States." Mueller began, and Jed turned to look at them.

"From whom?"

"An organisation known as Al-Qaeda. The CIA have been keeping an eye on the group for a few years."

"Do we know where and when?"

"We know that they intend to attack New York and Washington, but the exact locations are unknown. We believe it will be sometime within the week." Jed turned and looked out the window.

"I don't want to alarm the public. I won't raise security yet, but I want reports as soon as they come in if they are urgent. I don't care what time it is. Understand?"

"Yes Mr President." The two directors said, before leaving. Jed looked at his watch, and sighed. It wasn't even eight o'clock.

At half twelve that day, Jed was walking towards the residence. He needed to talk with his daughter, even though she was probably quite tired from the jet lag. He walked in and saw her already eating. "Hello darling."

"Hi daddy."

"Do you know why I pulled you out of Hogwarts?" Jed asked, sitting down.

"Yes daddy."

"Good, well how was your short time there?"

"Apart from the Potters and their child's friend, it was good. Draco was really nice to me."

"So you made a friend there?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you seem tired Amy. Go get some sleep. You'll have some letters in the morning." Jed said, standing up.

"Yes daddy." Amy said, standing with her, before walking out.

September 8th 2001, The White House, Washington D.C.

It was half past six when Jed and Amelia were sitting down for breakfast. It was five minutes in, when 9 letters were dropped in front of them by owls. As Amelia lent for them, another letter was dropped on top of her hand. She looked at the front, and it was addressed to

Ms Amelia Potter

The Fifth Bedroom

The White House

Washington

District of Columbia

She turned the letter over and read the contents. Jed watched as his daughter's face turned to horror. Amelia stood up. "I'm going to be sick, excuse me." She said, before running from the room. Frowning, Jed walked over and picked up the letter.

Dear Ms Potter,

We at the British Ministry of Magic have become aware with the non-magical status of your adoptive father. Due to a claim by Lord and Lady Potter for your return, we have set a hearing for this to be held at the British Wizengamot on September 10th at Ten o'clock UK time. Until this date, you are to be placed in the temporary custody of Lord Malfoy as a trusted third party.

Yours Truly, Delores Umbridge

Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic

Jed was angry. Not only were they taking her away from him, but also discrimination, that he would not stand for. He walked over to the fireplace, and pressed a small indent in the side. Grabbing the floo powder. "Arthur Helmsley."

September 8th 2001, Ministry of Magic, Washington D.C.

To say that the Minister for Magic was scared was an understatement. At this very moment, he was shitting himself. "Sort this mess out Minister, or I will fire you!" The President shouted, and the floo connection cut off. He sat there for a while before immediately coming with a conclusion.

"Emily!" He shouted out the door.

"Yes sir?" His aide replied, coming in.

"I need you to find me Parson and Malfoy. Get them up here now. After you do that, I want you to get me a portkey for England. Cancel my appointments for today."

"Yes Minister." As she left, he walked back to his floo.

"ICW HQ, American Quarters." A few moments later, a face came through the flame.

"Arthur, what can I do for you."

"Paul, tell the British to stop the custody trial of Amelia Bartlet, or tell them there will be severe consequences."

"What is going on other there, is something happening? Has she done something?"

"Just do it Paul!" He exclaimed, before closing the connection.

September 8th 2001, International Confederation of Wizards, Switzerland

Paul Jones was confused about what was going. To suddenly get a floo message from the Minister at anytime was surprising, but to be told to stop a situation he didn't even know about was amazing. Now that he had received the intel, he was wondering how to work this. He was still thinking this as he entered the council chamber. As he stepped into the American box, the British representative and Supreme Mugwump, Albus Dumbledore, stood. "Hello members of the IWC. I welcome you to this emergency meeting, called by the American representative. America has the floor."

"Greetings fellow members. This morning, at six thirty AM Eastern Standard Time, the President's daughter received a letter. In this letter, it says that she is to attend a trial to see if she is to return to her original relatives because of and I quote, the non-magical status of your adoptive father." At this, there were gasps of shock around the chamber. "This is not as much a meeting as a letter to your Ministry Mr Dumbledore. I have been instructed to tell you that unless this is dropped, there will be dire consequences. I yield the floor." He finished, sitting down. There was a lot of whispering going on, as Dumbledore stood.

"I wish to assure the American representative that I had no knowledge of this, and I will investigate."

"Investigating is not enough Mr Dumbledore. We want a full retraction." Paul said, forgoing protocol, and everyone was looking at him.

September 8th 2001, Ministry of Magic, Washington D.C.

As this was occurring, Arthur had just sent his Aurors to the White House, in order to stop any extraction. Unfortunately however, he could not visit the British Ministry until tomorrow, and that could be disastrous. As he prepared to leave for lunch, Paul Jones stormed through into his office. "Fucking Dumbledore!"

"Whoa, calm down Paul. What happened?"

"What happened? What happened is that Dumbledore kicked me out for a month. But not before he refused to deny any involvement in this whole thing. He thought it up for his fucking Greater Good."

"Jesus. Ok Paul, calm down and lets go grab a burger. They always help." Arthur suggested. Paul acquiesced, and they were soon off to the muggle world for a bite to eat.

September 8th 2001, The White House, Washington D.C.

It was only at lunch when Jed had the time to see his daughter again. He had just met up with Deputy Head Auror Malfoy, who was meant to stop anyone taking Amy away from here, and was heading towards the residence for lunch. He saw his daughter already at the table, looking through the other letters that had come that morning. "Which one are you reading?" he asked, as he looked at two piles on the side.

"One which I don't think I'll go to."

"Why not?"

"I don't like Montana, and they don't allow communication from outside America." She said, throwing the letter in the larger of the two piles.

"Which ones are you thinking of going to now?" he asked, sitting down as he did so.

"Well, from the ones in my acceptance pile, I'm thinking either New York, Texas, Salem or California."

"May I ask which one you prefer?"

"Texas, because it not only includes muggle subjects, but it also has various student groups, unlike the other ones. Not that it matters."

"Don't worry about that letter, I'm sorting it out. Go send the letter, and we'll go shopping tomorrow." Bartlet said, and Amy jumped up, delight on her face.

"Thanks daddy!" she shouted, and exited quickly."

September 9th 2001, Ministry of Magic, London

Cornelius Fudge was not having a good run up to the trial. No sooner than an hour after the letters of trial had been sent out, Lucius Malfoy had come into his office, and declared that he would have no part of this farce, and that he was withdrawing financial support for his re-election fund. One more thing, and he would have to make a u-turn on the whole affair. He had a meeting with the Minister of Magic for the United States now, and he had a feeling he knew what it was about. That was when someone knocked at the door. "Come in." Fudge said, sitting down in his chair. The door opened, and Arthur Helmsley walked in. "Arthur, what can I do for you?"

"Let's cut to the chase Minister. You will cancel this illegal trial, or America will." Cornelius sneered at this.

"What is America going to do?" He said, knowing full well what they could do. America still had the most advanced and numerous Armed Forces in the magical world.

"The President has authorised any action necessary." Arthur said, staring him down. "I have here copies of documents making the adoption legal in both the Magical and Muggle worlds. There is your excuse. We expect notice by no later than Three o'clock Eastern Time, that's 7pm for you. Good day." As he finished, he threw papers on the table, and left. As the door swung closed, Cornelius saw Dumbledore and the Potter Parents coming down the hall.

"Oh shit."

September 9th 2001, Texas Academy of Magic, San Antonio

At the same time as this was happening, Amy was being shown around Texas Academy of Magic, with Malfoy protecting her, and she loved it. The Headmaster himself had come to show her around, and they had arrived just as the students came out of the church. Even though they didn't approach her, she could most of the students whispering. "The school has a two week program, one week learning magical subjects, the other learning muggle. We split into four Newt subjects and 4 AP subjects at fifth year, and will allow you to move on to a muggle or magical university subject afterwards." Stefan Hunter, the headmaster informed Amy as they approached the end. "Any questions?"

"No sir, thank you so much." Amy said, shaking his hand.

"Any time young miss, we will expect you on the 10th." He said, and Andrew Malfoy took her hand, and apperated them to the shopping district in the Ministry.

September 9th 2001, The White House, Washington D.C.

It was approaching 3 P.M when an owl came through the window of Amelia's bedroom. She opened the letter, and squealed in happiness.

Dear Ms Bartlet,

The Ministry has recently recieved evidence that your adoption by Josiah Edward Bartlet was legal by both muggle and magical law. Because of this we have cancelled the trial regarding guardianship. We apologise for any hardship, and ten thousand galleons has been transferred to your vault as an apology.

Yours sincerely,

Cornelius Fudge

Minister of Magic