Summary: After a near death incident, courtesy of her Uncle Vernon, Athena Lilian Potter finds herself in the company of one of History's greatest heroes: George Washington. Now, a fully prepared and well-equipped Athena Abigail Washington, raised in the past during the height of the Revolutionary War, is being unleashed on Wizarding Britain. How will the colonist-raised saviour handle being schooled on "enemy ground," and in the future at that? Alternates between journal format and normal format. Oh my. Fem!Harry. Bashing galore! Fred/Athena Susan/George. Just so you know, Athena does know she is the GWL.

Note: The wizards back in 1775 include George Washington, John Adams, Edward Rutledge, Ben Franklin, and John Hancock. Washington and Franklin went to Hogwarts, and Adams, Rutledge, and Hancock went to Salem. Now, I know you will be saying, "How/Why the heck did Washington and Franklin go to Hogwarts if there was a school already in Salem?" My response to that is: "It's only for the sake of the story's plot line.

Second Note: Also, before we begin, please note that Athena has been having magical training since she was seven years old. She started Animagus training when she was eight, and managed it when she was nine, since she had an Animagus teaching her, and not learning to do it by herself.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with the Revolutionary War.

Chapter One: The Letter and Back to the Future

The Day Book of General George Washington

July 31, 1775

It is my sad duty to inform you, dearest friend, that the Fates have informed me that the life of my future great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter, Lillian Evans, will end at an early age. But, luckily, I must thank Fate in that I can See that She has brought me and my new heir, one Minerva Potter, together in an act that has put me in her debt. As of right now, I am curled up by the fire in my couch, writing in my book, with my ten-year-old adoptive daughter, Athena Abigail Lillian Washington-Potter snuggled on top of me while she reads some of my textbooks from when I went to Hogwarts.

However, the only thing eclipsing this wondrous moment is the knowledge that the Redcoats are winning the war. But never fear, we will prevail, even though the circumstances seem desperate. Even though I say that, I still fear the worst. My army has fallen into disrepair, with chaos reigning. I beseech you, the Powers that Be, to be lenient with me and my army. Please, let us hope that we will win this battle.

-General George Washington of the Continental Army, Signing off.

The Day Book of Athena Abigail Washington,

July 31, 1775

My father is worried.

I don't know why, however, for he refuses to tell me. Though, I do know it has to do with the Revolutionary War, something to do with the Redcoats. Many a night I have seen him lock himself in his office, and many a night I have entered to see an elegant-looking quill positioned directly above a map. Some days he has returned home from his duties looking ever so haggard, and I just wish I could help him somehow, in some way. However, I know he wants me to stay out of this war, he says it is his fight and he has to lead it, that I should be a good little girl and go practice my transfiguration or something. My heart has told me otherwise. I must do something, must get the Second Continental Congress to send reinforcements, but who would listen to a ten year old, and a woman at that? A woman who hasn't even completed her first year at Hogwarts? Please, almighty Lord, give me a plan, an inkling, something, so that I can help my father and end this terrible war!

-Athena Abigail Washington, signing off.

Athena Washington-Potter shifted her position in her father's strong arms, trying to see what he was writing. Sadly, he wrote much too tiny for her to read his print at her distance. Sometimes she wondered if her father wrote tiny like that just to annoy the hell out of Fat George the Third back in England, who couldn't read very well. (According to one of the Pennsylvania delegates, a charming man by the name of Ben Franklin, whose brain she often liked to pick about charms theory when his family came over for Sunday evening dinner.)

Far away, she could see the golden-colored sun ensconcing itself in the shadows, and the beautiful colors of sunset appearing. Any minute now, the owl should be arriving with the Hogwarts acceptance letter clutched tightly in his or her beak. (It was recently discovered that some certain breeds of owls can travel across the time stream in order to carry letters.) Sure enough, a beautiful looking Snowy Owl, with soft white feathers and glaring yellow eyes, flew into that room at that very moment, clutching a letter in her beak, which was addressed to Athena.

Athena Abigail Washington-Potter

Washington Manor

Living Room

The Leather Couch

"Rather precise aren't they, father?" Chuckled Athena as she opened up the letter. George nodded, and went back to his strategy planning.

"Precise indeed!" He commented, swiping her letter and swiftly reading it.

"HEY! I was reading that!" Exclaimed Athena, smirking and snatching the letter back.

"Okay, okay!" George threw up his hands in surrender, still smiling. He loved it when he played with his adoptive daughter like this. It made him feel like a little kid again, and took his mind off the stress from the war. After all, he had had no biological children, so he didn't know how Lily Evans would become his heir in the future. George supposed it was the Fates at work, giving him an outlet to be a father for once.

Meanwhile, Athena opened up the letter and began to read:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Supreme Mugwump of the ICW, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, etc.)

Dear Miss Washington-Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary equipment.

Term begins on September First. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Sincerely,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

(Deputy Headmistress)

Athena put down the letter and immediately stole a bit of her father's parchment from the coffee table, scribbling a quick reply. She already had a plan on how to get to that time. You see, George was an Animagus (an owl at that) and he had taught her how to be one as well. It was discovered she had multiple forms, one of them being a beautiful Fire Phoenix that had the ability to flash through time, and the other was a beautiful, jet-black horse. She had achieved this when she was nine. Athena attached the response to the bird, and watched it fly off back to the future, where her destiny lay.

Subconsciously rubbing her scar, she sat down as she and her father began making plans for how to get to Diagon Alley. He couldn't come with her (she was not comfortable enough yet in her animagus form to Flash two people to the future) so he instructed her on what to do.

"You will flash to London, England, in the year of 2011. Walk down Charing Cross Road, if my memory serves me right, and you will see a little black-walled pub smashed in between a bookstore and a coffee shop. You will notice that none of the muggles will be able to see it. That is because it is a magical pub, and the entrance to Diagon Alley. Go up to the barman, and ask him to help you access the Alley. He will open it up for you, and let you go on your way.

Then, I want you to go up to a goblin in Gringotts (as you know, the wizarding bank) and hand him the vault key. He will take you to the vault, and you should get a considerable amount of money, enough to last you a year. After that, go shopping and make sure you get everything on the list. Also, try to make some friends, if you see kids your age. Oh, and remember to wear your hat, so it covers up your scar! Furthermore, try to not give out your surname unless it is a potential friend." George instructed, watching as Athena scribbled it all down in her journal what she was supposed to do. They were planning on having her Flash back tomorrow at around what would be nine o'clock in the morning back in England.

"My, look at the time! I would say it is time we get to bed, wouldn't you agree?"

Athena nodded, closing her black leather journal and smoothing down her sea green dress. Pulling her red hair out of her dress collar, she made her way upstairs.

"Goodnight, George!" She called out as she entered her elegant bedroom.

"Goodnight, Athena!" Could be heard coming from the room one hallway away.

Athena smirked as she tossed off her dress and changed into her navy blue pajamas, climbing into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a life-changing day, she could just feel it.

END OF CHAPTER~~~~~+