Chapter 1 - 5th June 2015

France x Britain, Spain x Romano, Germany x Italy, Canada x Prussia, Denmark x Norway. Sweden x Finland, Austria x Hungary may factor in later. Canon HP couples.

Kinda Anti-Dumbledore for shits and giggles. Anti-Snape.

Scotland: Duncan Kirkland

R. Ireland: Eoghan Kirkland

N. Ireland: Aisling Kirkland

Wales: Iwan Kirkland

Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter and this accounts for the entire story

It all began when Scotland appeared in the middle of the World Meeting, shouting obscenities and hitting England, who was far too shocked to really do anything about it.

"-YOURFAULTYOUFUCKINGTWATYOURFAULTIHATEYOU-"

England came to his senses and pushed his blasted older brother off him, glaring

"What the bloody hell was that for, you twat!" Scotland said nothing, breathing heavily as he looked around the room of confused nations. Many of them had not really met Scotland and were mostly unaware of the turbulent relationships of the British Isles (France had his own dealings with Scotland, after all, regarding that Auld Alliance of theirs that annoyed England so). England did, after all, represent the United Kingdom for them and so most of the world had no need to deal with Scotland, Wales or Northern Ireland, and they, frankly, liked it that way. They had far less work to do than the usual nation and due to their hatred of England, they certainly enjoyed making him suffer by passing on the work to him (though Ireland himself didn't get that benefit, having separated himself from the UK and Wales was, well Wales was just much nicer about it, despite his hatred).

"Read this," Scotland said, handing his brother a parchment letter. England recognised the seal as one from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He sighed.

"Damn it, what do they want now?" He'd cut off ties with his magical world sometime around the end of the second World War – Their Government was corrupt and shutting him out on account of his non-human status, and England just did not have the will to deal with them following the catastrophe he'd just gone through. In any case, he had far more work to deal with. So he left, wiping all memory of his presence from the magical world. Scotland had maintained a presence in the magical world, however, as a powerful wizard from the esteemed Kirkland family with roots going as far back as the days of the Founders, just to keep a check on it as the Ministry wasn't fond of their sort. It'd been the one instance when Scotland was happy to take on the work instead of passing it on to England.

Dear Mr D. Kirkland,

As you undoubted must have heard from the Ministry of Magic and Daily Prophet, I believe that the Dark Lord Voldemort has returned. Harry Potter himself witnessed his return, along with the death of fellow classmate, Cedric Diggory. As an old ally, I'd hope you believe the Dark Lords return and would thus aid an old man trying to do some good in the world.

("Blimey he'e laying it on thick")

You are well known within the community and are known to have powerful connections internationally and was hoping you could provide some aid at Hogwarts, to protect Harry Potter and help in the fight against Voldemort.

Many thanks. I await your response.

Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin (first class), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.

"Oh bloody hell," England said, face planting on the table.

"Well then" Scotland said, with a manic grin "I'm leaving this for you to sort out. Good thing everyone's here too! See ya little bro!" And with that, Scotland vanished before England could even protest.

"There there, Angleterre" France said from next to him, serious for once as he'd read the letter from over England's shoulder, "I will be happy to help!" England gave a weak smile and everyone literally froze at the strange act of companionship between the two.

"Wh-a-" America said weakly, jaw open. Prussia had even stopped badgering Hungary and Austria (But what he was even doing there, no one could answer).

Evidently to the rest of them, whatever had just occurred was enough for England and France to bypass their lifelong grudge. Wars, after all, were not lightly dealt with.

"Norway, Romania, you should read this," England said, with a sigh "Then I'll explain to the rest of you what is going on"

"The Minister didn't say anything about Voldemort returning," Romania said, looking annoyed. Norway had yet to react but appeared to trying to make the letter combust. Which it did. Five second later.

"I hate wizards," he said in a low voice that scared everyone almost as much as Russia scared everyone. But that statement got everyone reacting. Loudly.

"DID YOU SAY WIZARDS?! IGGY DUDE I TOLD YA, MAGIC AIN'T REAL, STOP SPREADING THIS SHIT BRAH"

"Vee~ Germany? Why does Norway hate magic? Magic is so cool veee~"

It went on, and on.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Germany, of course, got everything on track. "Let them explain."

"Ve~"

"So, many of you are familiar with your magical communities, yes?" England asked, rubbing his forehead. The vast majority of the nations nodded. Mostly, the magical community was ignored, with one country in the general vicinity taking lead for the magical communities because that was just easier when the magical community was such a hassle to deal with and most nations liked ignoring their magical communities, or flat out rejecting their existence like America did (though the Eastern nations tended to like mixing with their magical community). Regardless, they were aware of it and even took care to find out what was going on when they could feel something stir up in their magical worlds, mostly because the pain doubled when it came from them.

"Well, if you remember during the 70s and 80s, there was this Dark Lord, Voldemort. You probably weren't affected directly as Voldemort mainly stayed in the UK but he branched out to various parts of Europe – France, Romania, Norway and Sweden were definitely involved, and Bulgaria. He'd started reaching out the Mafia families in Italy around the time of his defeat."

Romano shivered and Spain put a comforting arm around him. Of course, Romano promptly shoved him off, calling him a 'damned bastard' but he had a teeny tiny, barely noticeable smile on his face that Spain just about caught.

"Yes, I remember. You looked like you were dying," Germany said slowly, "coughing up blood during the meetings before you stopped showing up entirely…" England nodded

"OH YEAH! I remember that Iggy! You fainted at my house once!"

"Yes well anyway, this man, Dumbledore, says he thinks Voldemort is trying to come back. Scotland's been spying around because we don't particularly trust Dumbledore – he's the headmaster of my wizarding school, Hogwarts, and -"

"He had this massive superiority complex, like seriously" France said, grimacing "Doing things for the 'greater good' as if he has right to mess with people's lives. But his hair is magnifique for an old man!"

"ANYWAY, we have reason to believe him about Voldemort. Norway knows the specifics about the dark magic used, but he wasn't entirely killed that year. I've been feeling his power rising for the last few years, minor headaches and such, but last July? He came back and killed one of my students" At this, England's eyes twitched and France gritted his teeth. "Another one of my students, Harry Potter witnessed this. When he was a baby his parents were killed by Voldemort and Harry survived the killing curse somehow and is the reason for Voldemort disappearance 15 years ago. Unfortunately, he's the subject of a prophesy to kill Voldemort 'neither shall live whilst the other survives,' and so Voldemort's prime objective is killing Harry." England ended with his hands clenched in a tight fist – France, Romania and Norway were no better. "Dumbledore requested Scotland's help protecting Harry and he's pawned the job of to me so I'm asking for your help"

""AS THE HERO, I'M ALWAYS WILLING TO HELP!" America said, grinning "I'm in Iggy!" and England couldn't help but groan, despite the show of help.

"I guess I'll come, to keep an eye on America…" Canada was the next to volunteer and France ruffled his hair with a wide beam.

"I will also help" Germany said, which instantly meant both Italians joined up – Veneziano to stay with Germany and Romano to protect his brother from that 'potato bastard'. And, well if Romano was going, there was no way Spain wasn't going to go and Prussia wasn't about to be left out when his two best friends and his brother was going! How unawesome would that be? Japan felt compelled to because of America and China had to go because "everyone's so immature –aru, England needs help keeping everyone in line"

That's where England drew the line.

And so that's how France, Norway, America, Canada, Germany, both Italy's, Spain, Prussia, Japan and China found themselves at England's flat in Westminster, overlooking the Thames, waiting for England, of all people, to show up, about two weeks after the meeting.

England was running about half an hour late, and they realised why when he walked in mid-argument with brunette with thick eyebrows, who looked about 18 and was swearing colourfully.

"Nations, meet my delightful sister, Northern Ireland." He said, in a resigned voice. Arguing with his siblings was always wearing for him and often was just them swearing at him. He usually let it go, on account of how much he'd tormented them in earlier centuries. The other nations were unused to this side of the nation, as he gave as well as he took when arguing with the other nations. Northern Ireland had yet to give up her tirade of swearing, until she noticed France and groaned mid-swear.

"Fookin' bastard"

"Nice to see you too, mademoiselle Ireland," France winked. Northern Ireland was notably unaffected. England on the other hand…

"THAT'S MY SISTER YOU FROG, HAVE YOU NO SHAME-"

"Well, while the prat shouts at Frenchie, I s'pose I'll explain some shit. We talked to Dumbleydoor and come to the solution of England as the History Prof since their current one is some dull ghost that's been teaching since Ireland went there in the 16th century, and he vouches for the dullness. You three," she waved her hand in the general direction of France, Norway and Romania"Are going as teachers things, like France and Norway as join Muggle Studies teachers, and Romania teaching Care of Magical Creatures until the usual teacher gets back, and from then he'd act as his assistant or summat like that. Rest of you lot are gonna get turned into 15 year olds to keep an eye on the student pov or summat cause teachers dunno all the shit going on but whatever, you're transfer students in 5th year, got it?"

They nodded, processing the information (although America didn't look as if he'd processed any of it.)

"And, may I ask, what you are doing, Northern Ireland-san?" Japan asked and she gave a face at that

"Fucking Ireland decided I could do with hanging around England, and get experience dealing with paperwork and stuff on account of Artie going away for the year and me, Scottie and Wales having to pick up the slack. Brothers are stupid" She rolled her eyes "I'll be gone soon, don't you worry"

It was about that time that England finally stopped yelling so he could glare at his younger sister and America and Prussia finally stopped laughing.

"WAIT! We're turning into 15 year olds?!" America asked, panic dawning on his face as he finally processed what had been said. "But why?"

"To blend in with the kids, you idiot! You can't look 19 in 5th year!"

"Will it have any side effects?" China asked and England smiled, glad to have received a sensible question

"No. You will still all effectively be nations, the only change will be in your appearance"

"That is so not awesome…" Prussia groaned, regretting his decision to join up. Although, surely this whole experience could bring up interesting blackmail material?

And so, the nine 15 year old nations, France, Norway, Romania and England found themselves on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

"Remember, human names only" He told them quietly "And if you slip up, the excuse is-"

"Nicknames from the exchange system, and we all know each other from the summer we spent on the programme, yes Arthur, we get it" America said, rolling his eyes. He was ridiculously excited about this whole magic thing, it was so damn cool! "C'mon Mattie, Kiku, let's get a carriage together!" And with that, America ran off, Canada and Japan attempting to follow. Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at the others again.

"Well then, good luck"

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