AN: Holy cricket, I actually finished this chapter! Sorry for the ridiculous long wait! Life gotten in the way and I had to fix it. It is still being fixed but it is good enough for me to get back to my stories! I quite literally pulled an all nighter writing this chapter determined to get this done. If there are any mistakes, blame my drowsiness on it!

Again, I thank everyone for still taking the time to read this story favoriting and following it despite me being inactive! I give you all hugs for keeping my spark going! *huggles* (Yes I know this isn't a real word.)

R27wolf - I really don't know about Scotland's eyebrows. I thought they seemed appropriate at the time.

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Without further ado, I give you chapter three! Enjoy readers!

Disclaimer: See chapter one!

Chapter Three

Confronting the United Kingdom Part 2

Scotland looks out the window and then all the gloomy emotions he felt vanished. "Patrick, what did you do now?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ireland looks around to see what caught the Scotsman's attention. "Oi! I had nothing to do with this!" He said offended.

"Right." They get out of the car and head over to what appeared to be a dirt ball with a tinge of reddish-gold whirling around it. There was something else but it was too fast for their eyes to identify it.

Out of nowhere, a human, clothed leg pokes out of the ball and Scotland trips over it. His kilt goes airborne showing his goodies to the world as he hit the ground.

Ireland stops in his tracks as he gets a face full of the Scot's arse. He has seen it plenty of times but it still puts him in some kind of trance. It is one of the few times Scotland ever wears a kilt around them. Unfortunately for the drooling Irishman, it also hinders his sight because a closed fist appears and nails him right in the face. How that even happened no one has clue. It just happened. Random some would say. Ireland saw stars before collapsing to the ground knocked out.

Scotland gets up pulling the kilt down in a huff. This always happen to him when he wears the kilt. Everyone gets a kick of him dress in his kilt and try to 'accidentally' trip him up. Then they regret it as they are constantly reminded Scotland never wears undies underneath. Whose laughing now! There are some who do like it when he shows.

He purposely steps on the K.O. Ireland knocking him breathless before heading for the rolling dirt ball. He reaches in grabbing onto a solid object and forcefully pull the objects apart.

Out of the dirt comes North and England covered in dirt and swelling bruises. A few rips and tears are present in their clothing as well.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Scotland demanded from his younger brothers.

Both of them speak at the same over talking the other as they explained their side of their story. Scotland hums and nods along with a little disinterest but attentive all the same. He has gotten used to their unintelligible babble over the centuries. Especially during fights.

"You done?" Scotland questions.

England and North thought about for a second. "Yes." They answered.

With that said, he drops them to the ground with an undignified 'oof'. They glare at him as he goes over and picks up Ireland throwing him over his shoulder. His forest green eyes scanning the grounds feeling a prickly sensation at the back of his mind.

"They never learn do they." He said lowly.

He turns back around to address his brothers. "Head inside. I am calling an emergency meeting." He issues out.

North and England stopped what they were doing to stare incredulous at Scotland. No one ever has activated an emergency meeting unless war is upon them.

"What was your meeting about Alec?" England asked him, suspicious.

Scotland matches England's tone with a glare. "You would know soon enough." He replies in a steel tone.

England rolled his eyes as he walks to the house. North and Scotland followed suit but once they get inside Scotland pulls North far back as England continues unaware.

"Listen, I need you and Patrick to set up bearers around the house to keep any living thing, magical or not, from getting in this house." Scotland orders, plopping Ireland on a couch.

North stares at him as the Scottish tries to wake up Ireland. "What the hell is going on here?" The Irishman places his hands on hips nearly resembling Ireland in his piss off mood. "Alec, what did you get yourself into?"

Scotland had enough with questions and snapped. "Ask Arthur. He is hiding a lot more than you guys know." He steps closer North keeping his ground. "You won't be pleased what it is." Scotland storms off in a bout of rage.

Ireland stirs awake when a jolt of pain runs through his system. He groans out as he gingerly lifts his face up off the carpet floor. He rolls onto his back to cup his stinging nose. Ireland opens one Aquamarine green eye to gaze into Turquoise blue eyes of North.

"Why must you insist on waking me up in such a fashion? My nose ends up breaking!" Ireland exclaimed, in a nasal tone. "Don't laugh!" He whines pathetic.

North clutches his stomach as he laughs over his older counterpart. "You sound ridiculous." He chuckles wiping the happy tears from his eyes. He has a gut feeling these tears of laughter will be his last.

Ireland glares at him before getting up checking to see if his nose is broken. It was not but it still stings. "What is so important I must be rudely awakened?" Ireland huff out annoyed.

North dropped his cheery mood and became serious. "Scotland wants us to cast a spell around the house to keep objects from coming in." North levels a glance at Ireland almost daring him to tell the truth. "It seems Scotland has a hunch we would be attacked. As if...a war has broken out undetected." He finishes waiting for Ireland's reply.

Ireland furrow his brow as he didn't expected this nor is he going to tell North the whole story. That particular detail he will hear from England himself. Why would Alec go to great lengths to protect the house? There must be a reason.

...A magical reason.

Ireland sighs quietly as the reason popped in his mind. They never bloody learn!

"Right. Let's get this show on the road. The sooner we cast the charm, the sooner you get your explanation." Ireland baited North good naturally.

North rolls his eyes at his brother but he does want to hear an explanation from them.

Without further ado, the Ireland counterparts close their eyes concentrating to bring up the spells they are required to use. They clasp hands causing a brief emerald spark to cause between them and they are encase in a green light outlined as a shamrock. They chant in an ancient tongue long forgotten as the eons pass.

A surge of power bursts from the brothers expanding in their surrounds. A series of clicks from closing doors and windows echo throughout the house as an invisible mass pass through the walls unscathed. The barrier reached the outside sealing house from any entry in or out.

Unnoticed, the group of Faeries from before materialize on the side gaping at the brothers in wonder. It has been a very long time since they had seen magic of this latitude from the countries. They remember a time where magic was freely expressed and both good and bad Faeries were seen messing about with both the old and youth. The time were all countries were more open to using magic til regular mortals became jealous and envious starting the persecution.

The shamrock vanishes as the brothers stopped chanting letting go. They beamed at one another feeling successful. It has been a long time since they have done magic this big. Jiggle cheering reach their ears and the Irish men turn around to see the Faeries applauding. Naturally they bow at their audience.

In happy spirits the brothers walk through the house talking about their current lives and their home. When they reach the study, the air in the room was tangible, charged with unknown electricity from one of the powerful forces in the room. They zone in on Wales glaring murderous at a stone face England as a a few white and gold sparks emitted from them both. Scotland stands to the side torn on whether to interfere or throttle England himself.

"What did we walk in to?" North ask the room out loud.

"This sneaky bastard has kept us in the dark on the magic community. All those whispers, a large magical surge in June... It all makes sense now. He's back, isn't he? Don't you fucking dare deny it I have proof!" Wales held up a newspaper article but it is not one written by humans. The pictures move freely capture in the moment as the name 'The Daily Prophet' reads across the headline. There is one that made North swear up a storm.

'Harry Potter Claims to have seen He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Returns'

The lights in the steady flicker as a magical current surges from North. His lit up eyes glare at England. "What the fuck is this Arthur? I thought you destroyed every last thing involving that piece of magic." North seethed out in anger.

All knew Northern Ireland dwells in black magic a lot more than England. He alone keeps an eye on the ongoing of dark and illegal witchcraft. Should anything have gone amiss North would have known all about it. The fact this little piece of knowledge escaped him unnoticed is concerning.

England glares right back ten fold. "Don't you dare accuse me! You personally saw me destroy the resurrection spell and all those involved in it! I even hid the sources and cheap imitations with magic!" England roars his body nearly engulfed in a white blaze.

The house gives an eerie groaning sound followed by trembling rattling the bones of the foundation. Anything breakable fall off their perches smashing to the ground, the furniture moving, the group of trapped faeries and two red haired countries took over as debris fell from the roof.

"Knock it off! Garrett, Arthur, William calm down right now or the place will go up in flames!" Scotland yells in authority. The magic in the room was growing and wrecking havoc on the poor house. If they keep it up, the countries will find themselves buried wood and soil.

The younger 'boys' did as they told albeit slowly at first. The house stopped shaking and no longer whines from the movement. They still glare at one another.

"You would think they are children throwing magic freely not adults." Ireland mutters, tidying himself up. "I'm amazed this house isn't swarming with letters from the Ministry."

"You forget brother, this house is shielded with magic. Nothing can't get in or out." Scotland's eyes darken for a moment. "If what I heard from the rumors to be true, then the Minister is a fool."

Ireland quirks an eyebrow at him. "What does that suppose to mean?"

Scotland waves him off which irritated him. Then he goes to stand in the middle of their brothers. "No interruptions. I demand you cool off or you /will/ be facing the kilt. Understood." He tells them cold with steel eyes. "Grave news have been brought to our attention and should we have been told earlier," looks to England, "it would have been prevented. However, I find it even more disconcerting that none of our Ministries find it important enough to tell us. Care to explain why that is?"

"Because they think of us as ordinary wizards not worthy to mention Riddle's return." William explains with an eye roll. "Oi!"

Patrick slaps William upside the head. "No you idiot. They know the Kirklands are the most influential family in the magical community next to Merlin and Morgana Le Fey themselves. They know we will back the Potter boy 100%."

William glares at Patrick. "Oh and be called nutters and slander by the pathetic fools we call Ministers?" William held up another Prophet ridiculing Dumbledore. "We might as well tell them we are countries while we are at it." He said sarcastic.

"Good God, must we?" Garrett question the insanity of William's suggestion. "Their ancestors went bonkers when they found out. I would like to keep the curses away." He shudders at the terrible memory.

"We are not that daft." William stated. "They think us blubbering fools."

"We get the point Will." Alec cuts him off. "Not everyone in the Ministry are idiots just the ones cowered by fear."

Patrick hacks uncontrollably into his hand. "Fudge." He coughs until he is done.

Arthur glares at him. "Even though I agree with you, don't mock my Minister." He tells him in a terse voice.

Alec gives a sharp whistle signaling everyone's attention. "Back to the matter at hand, I want each and every one of you to try convince your Minister Riddle is a live. We have to get them to take precautions and alert the community."

"Alec, you know far well they won't take heed our advice." Patrick said, looking plainly. "They have been living in peace for the last fourteen years. The very thought of the same dark wizard resurrected is a bit...silly. In their eyes."

"They have to deal with the fact that peace does not last long. We all know this to be true." Alec eyes each and every one of them as they ponder on this thought. "They need to take action now or the world is in danger."

Silence takes up the room.

"Your meeting was with Albus, wasn't it Alec?" Arthur stares out the window watching the clouds pass by. "He was the one who informed you of Riddle's return." He stated.

Alec stares at his brother's back. "Yes it was Albus. I take it you figured I accepted the job." Arthur nodded his head. "Good but I requested your help. All of you."

Everyone turn to him with an expectant look. "Oh no, you didn't." Patrick grimace.

"What did you do?" Garrett ask looking from one brother to the next. "It's not as though you had asked Albus for the rest of us to go with you." Garrett jokes lightly. "Heaven forbid, Hogwarts will be destroyed from us arguing alone."

Then silence looms above Garrett as each brother stare at him. It takes a minute or two for Garrett to register the stares before going pale. "Shit, we must as well tell the founders to say goodbye to their school."

Alec roll his eyes. "Cut with the bullshit Garrett. You guys are not coming along except for Arthur."

The relief from Arthur vanishes. "Why do I need to go?" He whines acting like a little child pout and all.

"Because you are more directly involved with the others. That and this is your bloody mess to clean up." Alec stated in a scolding tone looking to Arthur. "I need you to contact everyone to report to the meeting in two days time. No delays, no ifs, ands, and buts. Should they keep on refusing to come, tell them Code Cobalt is activated."

"Do you think it wise to use that particular code Alec?" Patrick questions the Scotsman. "It would make everyone think the world is ending. We do not need panic and come to the wrong conclusions."

Alec blocks out Patrick as he takes out a cigarette and lighter. There is a brief click noise as a flame spark to life. The orange-yellowish flame catches the cigarette allowing Alec to inhale the wispy entrails of smoke. His muscles uncoil as the stress leaves his body of just a few seconds. It almost made him moan from pure ecstasy.

Patrick scoffs at the obvious ignorance he has been given. Then again this problem is nothing but a hindrance and a damn headache. It has only been two hours!

"Then correct their conclusions because this is out of our hands. Whether either of you like it or not, handling the situation alone will be dangerous." Alec takes a drag from the cigarette. He exhales the smoke creating a halo above his head. "We need their help or we inadvertently help Riddle take over the world without a damn fight." Alec's own eyes gleam a little brighter showing off his own power before it vanish.

The rest of the British Isles stand there knowing Alec to be right. They have faced many conquers and those who opposed them for the better part of their lives. There were some they have lost but they still kept on fighting. It is a daunting task but they will do it or risk this world going to ashes; risk everything they had built fall to ruins. If Riddle think he can destroy and rule both worlds of Wizardry and Muggle, he is going to run into problems. The nations of the world.

~Potteralia~

There is a guttural growl above their heads.

They snap their heads upward to see Wendy, Wales pet dragon staring out the window. Smoke fuming out of her nose as her underbelly lights up from the fire within. There must be a disturbance nearby.

"Will, why is Wendy growing?" Patrick ask alarmed.

William watches in open fear as he notice Wendy slowly growing. "I dunno. The last time this happened was when there was a splurge of dragon killings in the 11th century." William turns to his brother. "She acted like a true dragon then."

"None of which we need." Arthur adds. "Once word spreads, we will be in trouble for having a "untamed" dragon in our place."

Before either of them could prevent Wendy's sudden growth spurt. The house started shaking as though an earthquake erupted underneath them.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Garrett yells above the sound. He lunges for cover as books begin to tumble from above.

"Black magic is at work."

Alec whirled around to see another creature by the study's doorway. Its long, plump body waddling on scaly fins as its long neck connects to a small head with an elongated mouth. Its sea green eyes staring at the window as well.

"Nessie?" Alec ask surprised. "How did you get here? Why are you here?" Of all things Alec was not expecting Nessie to show up. Nessie is a gentle creature who loves to mess around with people. However, Nessie can be quite the beast when danger is lurking around especially dark magic.

"Wait, what do you mean 'dark magic'?" Garrett asks from his spot.

Nessie turns her gaze on to Northern Irishman. "You would know Garrett. It is in the very air you breathe." Then her gaze land on Alec. "He has come."

Alec and Patrick have stiffen in their hiding places knowing full well who Nessie meant. They were too caught up in the moment to remember the reason why they even came back to Arthur's house besides returning his car. The reason why Alec told Patrick and Garrett to place a force field arouse the house and blocking the chimney.

Garrett takes a deep breath to start coughing. He continues until a dark liquid leaves his mouth pooling on the wood. He falls to the side gasping for breath as Arthur crawls over to him from his spot.

After checking Garrett's condition, Arthur inspects the dark liquid startle as it sparks gray light. He retracts his hand as the liquid zaps with him with an unknown energy. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as dark, seductive thoughts swirl in his mind. He stays still as he fights off the power seeping through his bones.

"Who did you guys bring back with you?" William ask, eying Arthur and Garrett with a critical eye.

The lights begin to flicker in a quick fashion drawing the others attention away from the building tension. The sky grew ever darker as the light goes by one in the house. The brothers were/are surrounded by darkness the only source of light coming the underbelly of Wendy. She grew to size where her underbelly light up the whole room.

A flash of light goes off blinding everyone within sight. It was followed by a loud boom that shook the house's foundation emitting a groan and unsettle dust.

"What the hell was that?" ask William, popping up from the fallen couch.

The answer was revealed soon enough. "Show yourselves Kirklands. I have a request for you."

The atmosphere has gone cold, silent as each member stiffen from the contact. How the silky, alternated voice sends their hearts into overdrive as a cool coil settles in their stomachs like a snake.

"Come, come Lord Voldemort does not like to be kept waiting." said Voldemort.

Garrett's whole body convulsed as he hacks up more black gloop radiating with dark magic. "Ugh, that explains the horrid guck." he whispers on the verge of blacking out.

"You fucking bastards led him straight to my house!" Arthur growls out giving Alec and Patrick a look that would kill. "I will pulverize you until there is nothing left." he threatened. The mutterings still whispering in his ears to act on that thought.

Alec, as well as the rest, knows while Arthur is understandably angry he is still under the influence of the black magic. A notion that must be dealt with delicacy. "Calm down, the only threat we have is standing on our doorstep. William help Arthur deal with his problem, Patrick check on Garrett and get rid of that mess at once." Alec takes charge as the eldest of the group when dire situations occurred around them. "And William, for the love of God, tame Wendy. I really don't want to be neck deep of trouble with the Ministry or the World."

Patrick soon realize what Alec is doing. He does not like it one bit. "Alec don't go on thinking you can take Riddle alone." He has the utmost confidence in Alec going up against Riddle but he prefers one of them to be there with him. Himself for one as he is the second oldest and strongest in magic next to Alec.

Alec shrugs off Patrick's warning. "Laddie, I would only fight should he force my hand. Help Garrett recover." He reminds Patrick of the task he assigned him to/with.

Patrick knows it is to be useless to change Alec's mind. "Signal if you need us should anything get out of hand. I mean it Alec!" He stresses when Alec does not response.

Alec waves Patrick off heeding his brother's concern. He exits the study treading down the darken hallway to meet the dark wizard who escaped death's hand. He will admit that Riddle does scare him a bit but not enough to fear him to the point it cripples him. It is funny how he came up with another name but the wizarding world is too frighten to speak it. Riddle needs to learn he was not the first to conquer the world nor would he be the last.

Alec enters the entry way to find a cluster of Faeries jiggling quietly as they gaze through the window.

One of the faeries turn around her crystal blue eyes zoning in on Alec. "Beware child of Scotland." She appears youthful with a round face but there is ancient power residing in her tiny body. "The dark one will use your secret against you should he find out."

Alec feels the slight of unease bloom from within. He is purely confident Riddle would not discover the countries secrets. There is no spell, no potion bounding the ties of countries to do anyone's bidding but it does not they have not tried to in the past. Still, Alec heed the Queen Faerie's warning.

He takes a breather to steady himself before opening the door. The light from outside blinds him momentarily before his eyes readjust to the setting. Alec steps out without fear of being attacked having the knowledge the shield will still protect him. He remain neutral as the view of the Dark Lord comes into view. It bothers Alec to see someone alive once more when they deserved death for their actions. Yes, Riddle had a horrible past but he receives no sympathy from no one. Alec is disturbed how snake like Riddle looks without his nose and red slit like eyes. So... inhuman. It is pure nauseating.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes widen for a split second before recomposing in to the cool exterior he built up. 'What is this new sorcery? Kirkland looks the same as he did thirty years ago! Are the rest of the clan like this as well? What kind of magic are they using? I must know to preserve my life span even further!'

Alec watches with intensity as Riddle absorbs him thinking straight a way how little his appearance has changed. "What d'ya want Riddle? I know you did not come here to stand there all intimidating and brooding." He withheld the need to laugh in Riddle's face.

Voldemort glares at Alec's daring to call him by his filthy muggle name and not the name he gave himself at his rebirth. There will be a time Kirkland pays for his cheek but it is not this day. "You know why I am here. My offer still stands as it once was all those years ago." He said. "We as magical folk should be free from the bounds the muggles placed unto us. Then we can return the favor by bounding them in shackles; give them the same treatment they gave us." Voldemort was seldom passionate in his rightful cause to reclaim the world back from the primitive muggles. It has been too long their actions against wizards as gone unnoticed.

Alec scoffs at the wizard's attempt to be righteous if Riddle even has that. All he cares about is ruling with an iron fist. "What a load of cock and bull. The muggles didn't imprison us or chased us into hiding. Both leaders of the communities thought it best to keep magic a secret. It already gotten out of the hand to the point muggles started the witch trails and the burnings." Alec became somber as memories from a long ago past resurfaced. He still remembers hearing the cries from those falsely accused or a witch and wizard. The wind blowing the smell of burnt flesh and poisonous smoke. It was the worst time to be alive more so when the accused was an actual supernatural being. It was a craze that had everyone fearful for their life because you never knew who would be next.

"Your ideal of freedom is to enslave a group of people consisting of muggles and half bloods of varies kinds while the pure bloods enjoy this new world you created under your regime. Do you even know how small that particular group will be?" Alec laughs hollow. "Even you know without the muggles, there would not be any witches and wizards living in this world. If they didn't procreate with them, there will hardly be a magical community." He sneers knowing to be right.

Voldemort glares as Alec hits him with harsh reality. Yet he will not admit such minor detail to be the truth. "It matters not what provincial role the muggles played in our existence. They still deserve to burn along with the rest of the traitors. The entire world needs to be destroyed of previous ideals and built anew with a regime of constant change!" Voldemort can see the ruins of the Ministry of Magic crumble to dust as new buildings rise over it. The stone black with engraving of snakes and emerald green accents to represent the House of Slytherin, his ancestor. Salazar Slytherin was the only wizard who saw the muggles as they were: barbaric creatures who deserve to die.

"Then you know my answer Tom." Alec earns a venomous glare from Voldemort. "My brothers and I will not allow you or your followers to destroy this works and the muggles. We will side with Dumbledore. You will lose Tom."

Voldemort bristles upon him being called by his muggle name. A name his filthy, unworthy to be called father, was forced unto him. A name he shed off as a snake skin when he grew large in the wizarding world. Visiting the house where his father lived was pathetic as his parents were the rich snobby folks Voldemort grew up to detest. The feeling of revenge and justice course through his ice cold veins as he kills them all within a blink of an eye.

Voldemort's wand slides out of his sleeve hidden for a deadly purpose and attacks. A zap of green electricity bursts out of the tip from a mutter less incantation. The deadly charm flying straight for the unprepared Scotsman. Alec froze caught by surprise as he never thought much of it ahead. The bells of alarm ringing off in his head to move his body or risk internal injuries from the Killer curse, revealing his secret partially to the enemy. Riddle will go mad with the need to live forever.

Two events happen at the same time. The curse hit the barrier protecting Alec showcasing an array of sparks. In the moment of panic, he had forgotten the house was shielded against any magic aiming to penetrate the bearer. Voldemort found himself on the ground his black robes covered in filth of the road. His red eyes widen in amazement as a small, blacken crater lay smoking a few feet where he stood.

"I find it a dishonor to fight an opponent unarmed." A heavy accented voice floats through the air. "It is a coward's way to attack when their back is turned."

Voldemort peers through the haze of smoke to inspect a female clothed in garbs neither witch or wizard not even a muggle have not worn in millennia. She wears a blue shift flowing to her scandal clad feet. Her arms covered by long, narrow sleeves. The shift made from linen of the richest kind. A green cloak draped over her shoulders with a golden clasp to keep it in place. A sword attached to her hip as a round, wooden shield with an iron cross is slung across her back. Her long, unruly strawberry blonde hair flies around due to the wind as turquoise eyes peer into his soul.

"Who are you?" Voldemort demands fury blinding him. "You dare attack me! Lord Voldemort, the most feared dark wizard of all time!" He yells enrage. How dare such a puny woman attack him?! She had no right to come between him and Kirkland! This is a matter where the likes of her are not to interfere in his business.

The lady gives a chortle unperturbed by the wizard. "'The most feared dark wizard of all time?'" she quotes, a grin plastering her face. "Dark wizards have come and gone before you, little boy. I can even promise you more dark wizards will rise long after you are gone from this world." The elder wand in her hand spins idly in her twitchy fingers.

Voldemort is having trouble distinguishing the woman's words. She is speaking English but her dialogue and accent are out of this world. If only he knew, he is speaking to a person belonging to the old world. The one thing he did manage to make out was of his future and immediate death. His nonexistent heart gives a stutter of leaving his body again waiting in limbo as he fears the gripping hands of those murdered by his own hand. No, the world will forever be in his hands. No other dark wizard or witch would ever take it from him. He will rid all competitions by any means necessary.

"You are wrong. For I have the means to live am eternal life." Voldemort utters to the lady. "No one will ever defeat me."

The lady sighs gazing in pity at the ruined man before her. "Some of you never learn this lesson. There will always be a way to your demise. All things fade with time." She sounded downtrodden as if she knew this better than anyone else.

"No, I will remain alive forever!" Voldemort exclaims brandishing his wand for a duel.

"At least Mordred and Morgana had more commonsense than this child." With a quick hand of practice ease, the lady rise her wand sending a jet of light in her opponent's way.

Voldemort was not given enough time to deflect the inbound curse. His world is shaken up as the unknown curse cracks the earth where his feet stood. Once more, Voldemort met the road with his rear end.

"I command you to get off my property, dark wizard. I will not miss a second time." The lady speaks in a strong lilt her aura shining around her in mysterious magic.

Voldemort was forced to leave but not making a mental note to discover the Kirklands' secrets. Perhaps they have the answer all the long for eternal life.

"Alec, are you all right? You were not hurt, were you?"

Alec snaps out of his stupor, his body slacking from the pose he remained pose in. He found himself staring into eyes for the one who raised him and his brothers. How they sparkle to life when they were playing around, how aflame they were when they broke out into fights with each other and their people. Her laughter was an angel blessed from God himself as her yelling place all those attentions she held to their place. She was the only one who knew them better than most, the one who has been through every pain and sage.

"Mama Britannia?" Alec croaks out in disbelief.

Britannia flashes a gentle grin as she cups the side of Alec's face with her hand. "Hello darling, long time no seen."

AN: Dun dun dun! Be honest, how many of you were surprised by the end? I was! It was a hidden gem I dug out deep within the recess of my mind. I love how even my own ideas sweep me in.

Final question for my 50 states OCs: Which countries looked after each state? I know Mexico, England, Spain, France, and Netherlands were some of them.

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