Albus Dumbledore was annoyed.
Correction: Albus Dumbledore was pissed off. Very pissed off.
How the hell had Pot- Washington managed to do what he did, and right under his nose too?! How the hell had he managed to create multiple new classes, and place himself as the teachers of one of those classes?! And more importantly, how was he going to get rid of Presidents Bush and Piquery, and assume the title of President of the United States?
Shaking his head, he stood up, and walked over to a cabinet where he had some parchment stored.
He had a letter to write.
Dear Lord Onyx,
My dear friend, it has been too long. Far too long. I must confess, this letter is not of a social topic, but rather a business request. As I'm sure you have likely read in the newspaper since your escape from Nurmengard last night, a student of mine, one Harry James Potter-Washington-Flitwick, has been stirring the pot in the Wizengamot with news of his alliance with both the non-magical and magical Presidents of the United States of America.
And this is something that absolutely cannot happen under any circumstances.
It is with deepest regret, Gellert, that I ask you to be the one to properly… dispose of President Piquery and President Bush, by any means possible, before they have time to work with young Harry on making any changes possible to our way of living. A Harry Potter with strong political backing who will one day assume the title of President is too dangerous. He could go dark with that power, if it ever went to his head! Hell, he's already assumed a teaching position here at Hogwarts!
I have written you today to implore you to please consider my request for the clean, effortless assassination of the two Presidents, and hope that you will accept my price of 1,776,000 galleons, taken directly from my personal vault, as a token of my gratitude. I really hope we can reconnect sometime; I have missed you.
Your friend,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Lord Gellert Octavius Onyx, head of the Noble and Most Ancient houses of Grindelwald and Onyx, looked up from the letter his friend Albus had sent him, an evil smile on his face. Assassinating the Presidents would be difficult, yes, but it could be done. And the price would most certainly be worth it.
1,776,000 galleons.
The irony of that number was not lost on the notorious Dark Lord, who recognized 1776 as being the year of America's founding. Quite appropriate, considering he was charged with the duty of assassinating the leaders of that very country, he mused, as he tapped his finger against his chin, lost in thought.
Finally, he came to a conclusion.
He would do it.
A very confused Harry James Washington-Potter-Flitwick sat at the table in the library that he so often occupied, clutching a letter from someone who claimed to be one of his biological father's most trusted friends in his hand. George's portrait was propped up against a stack of books (which, as you may expect, all related to American history), so the old, war-hardened mage could offer him advice if he so chose to do so. Harry need only ask.
And that was exactly what he was doing now.
"George…. what do you think I should do about this?" Harry asked the former President and war veteran, his eyebrows raised as he stared at the letter in his hands. "While I find this Mr. Lupin to be rather intriguing, if he was a close friend of my parents shouldn't he have at least attempted to seek me out? It would have been the logical thing to do if he was apparently so close to me during my childhood, no?"
George considered his response carefully, tapping his finger against his chin. Finally, he decided on an answer, smiling at the young lad who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, the young lad whom he had taken quite a liking to. "Well…. you're right son. It would have been the logical thing to do…. but maybe you should consider the fact that there could have been something preventing Mr. Lupin from contacting you at an earlier age. Multiple factors, actually. One, he may not have known you were living with Eugene and Scarlett. Two, there could have been a charm stopping him from writing or meeting with you."
Harry's brows furrowed in concentration as he thought about what his ancestor had said, before showing his approval with a single nod. "I have a feeling it's probably the latter, knowing Albus Dumbledore and his underhanded tactics. Dumbledore probably didn't want me finding out about my heritage too early on, so he could manipulate me." He sighed, a smile appearing on his face. "Well, that's too bad for our dear Albus. I'm going to meet with Remus, and nothing Dumb-as-doors does or says can stop me."
George smirked, before speaking again. "Not that I expected any less from you. Now if you excuse me, Alexander is calling for me. He probably has some missives he wants me to sign off on."
With that, General George Washington stepped out of the portrait, and the space he had previously created went dark.
George stepped out of the portrait, looking around the now familiar tent with a sigh. The first-ever person to find a way to manipulate space and time was rather exhausted from his time spent in the portrait; too much time in the future tended to do that to a person. That was something Washington had sadly learned the hard way.
The future president had first created what he called the Time-Jumper Portrait (he was not very creative when it came to naming things) way back during his years overseas at Hogwarts. He knew it would be a valuable invention to everyone, for it allowed those with magic (such as himself) to communicate with those many years in the future in the form of a wizarding portrait. George had a feeling it would revolutionize the lives of the population of witches and wizards everywhere, for they would be able to communicate with their future heirs.
However, he decided to keep it hidden so as not to disrupt the timeline too much. And he didn't regret that choice, to be honest. Too much would have been changed had he allowed the public to find out about his invention.
Washington sighed, setting down his quill, and stood up, deep in thought. He had yet to develop a way for the portrait to actually allow him to step into the modern world, but he knew he could do it. He knew he had the power within him to do it.
He had to do it, in order for his dear heir to win the final battle against the dark lord who had taken the lives of his biological parents all those years ago.
He just hoped Harry and all of his family would make it out of that terrible war alive.
Author's note: Hey guys! It's me! God, I'm so sorry this update took so long. I've been so busy, and have been heavily involved in a production of three short one-act plays our school is doing, one of them being an adaptation of "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson. (If any of you recognize that story, PM me! I would love to talk about it with you!) Our performance is in two weeks, and I have lots of homework (almost 3-4 hours worth of it!) so I wanted to get this out to you all before my schedule got hectic again.
Yes, Gellert Grindelwald is Lord Onyx. And yes, he is charged with the task of assassinating the two presidents. I got the idea for that while watching Fantastic Beasts, before any of you ask. :)
Stay classy, everyone! Don't be afraid to review! I love to hear everyone's opinion.
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