"Hear ye, hear ye! We welcome you to this here meeting of the Wizengamot, led by Chief Warlock Dumbledore and Minister Eugene Flitwick. Before we begin, are there any items that need to be taken care of?"

"Aye." Eugene stood up from the Minister's Box, smiling. "A new Lord needs to be welcomed into the circle."

Harry, who was sitting next to his father, looked at him wide-eyed. They had not discussed this! And shouldn't he claim his birthright on his sixteenth birthday?

"And who is this Lord?" the pudgy, toad like woman asked, acknowledging him much to her own chagrin

"My son, one Lord Harry James of the Noble Houses of Potter, Washington, Gryffindor Ravenclaw, and Black." Eugene proudly stated, poking his son to tell him to stand up. He did so, confusion etched on his face as chaos erupted in the chambers.

"What?"

"But he's not of age!"

"I demand that this be vetoed!"

The loudest voice by far was that of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, who was furious with this development. Potter couldn't take his titles yet! That would disrupt all of his plans! He knew he should have stopped that brat from meeting with those damned American leaders. It was because of them that all his plans were crashing around his years. He must find a way to silence both presidents once and for all, and assume control of America. All for the Greater Good, of course.

"SILENCE!" bellowed Eugene, growing pissed off with the constant screaming. "Harry wishes to speak."

*The Next Day*

Discriminatory Laws against Werewolves and Other Dark Creatures Repealed!

Boy-Who-Lived Claims Seats in Wizengamot!

Lord of the Light Albus Dumbledore Under Intense Scrutiny by Gringotts for Claims of Embezzlement and Attempted Line Theft!

Previously Removed Classes at Hogwarts School to be Brought Back

Eleven-Year-Old Lord Harry Potter to teach American History Course at Hogwarts; Adults Everywhere Baffled!

Harry grinned in satisfaction as he accepted his copy of the Daily Prophet from his father, smirking at the full-size picture of himself on the front cover. The picture showed him in the Wizengamot, arguing heatedly with Dumbledore over the lifting of the ban on the classes that he wanted to bring back. Those classes included topics such as Alchemency, Elemental Magic, American History, Wizarding Literature, Muggle European History, Government and Politics, Pureblood Etiquette, and many others that had long since been "forgotten."

Hogwarts needed a revision in its education, for better or for worse.

He had also lobbied to repeal the discriminatory laws against Werewolves, Veela, Vampires, and other dark creatures, knowing that he may need that favor one day when Voldemort returned and they were not sure whether to join the Light or the Dark.

With ⅔ of the Wizengamot Factions (Light wizards who did not follow Albus Dumbledore and more neutral Grey wizards) on his side, Harry was able to get the Proposals passed with relative ease, as this morning's articles showed. Chuckling quietly to himself as he read, he remembered Dumbledore's reaction to hearing that the bills had been passed. It was quite entertaining. The bastard had been furious, just like Harry predicted he would be.

"Harry? It is time for you to return to Hogwarts. Are you packed?" Eugene entered the room, and rested his hand on his son's shoulder.

"Yep!" he said, standing up quickly.

"Then, let's go!"

A moment later, they arrived at Hogsmeade, just outside the gates of Hogwarts. After saying goodbye to Eugene, who had a meeting with Madam Bones, Harry ran up to the castle, his now pocket-sized, featherweight suitcase (thank god for charms!) bouncing in his pocket. He breathlessly greeted Minnie and Filius at the door, who told him that breakfast had just begun. Thankfully, he nodded, before walking into the Hall. All conversation stopped as soon as he entered, and he felt hundreds of pairs of eyes on him.

"Harry!"

He was suddenly greeted by a certain bushy-haired witch flying toward him, pulling him in a bone-breaking hug.

"Ouch! Yes, Hermione, thank you. I love you but please stop, you're nearly breaking my ribcage!" exclaimed Harry, rubbing his side as Hermione sheepishly let go of him, blushing furiously.

"Sorry about that, Harry. Now, what's this about you teaching a class? Care to explain?"

Meanwhile, President George W. Bush roared with laughter as he set down the copy of the Daily Prophet that Harry had sent him. He couldn't believe Harry actually went and did what he told them he would do at that meeting, he actually hired himself to teach at his own school! He froze as he had no idea how Harry was going to do that, though. Harry was still in school, was he not? How was he going to handle getting an education and giving an education at the same time?

The President of the United States shrugged, before deciding to just wait and watch. Only time would tell what Harry had up his sleeve.

Remus John Lupin also looked up from his copy of the Daily Prophet, shock and surprise rippling through him. He had no idea that his cub was that smart! It was this that led him to think that he did need to attempt to contact his cub one more time, and find a way around Albus' containment wards keeping him locked in his own house. But how to get the letter to Harry…?

Suddenly, an idea came to him. A very crazy idea. "Vienna!"

If House Elves could leave the house to get him food, surely they could deliver this to Harry!

One of the House Elves Dumbledore had gave him to watch over him and provide for his needs appeared, dressed in her old tea towel like always. "You have need of me, Master Lupin?"

"Yes, can you please see to it that this letter gets delivered to Harry James Potter?"

"It would be Vienna's pleasure, Master Lupin!"

He couldn't believe he had never thought of this before.

End Chapter

Author's Note: Yooooo, I have returned!

So, a lot of stuff goes down in this chapter, and the technicalities that come to light will be explained later on in the series. Dumbledore's downfall has begun! WOOO! Also, Lupin enters the equation at last. :D

Anyways, why do you think Dumbledore put containment wards around Lupin's house? How do you think Harry will manage to teach a class while still getting a fruitful education? What will be Dumbledore's next move? Let me know in the reviews, or PM me if you wish to elaborate on your idea.

I respectfully request that there be no flames please.

Thanks again,

Queen of Grammar.