Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

It was a wet day in the middle of August. Feet pounded the pavement as they rushed for cover. One such pair belonged to a young Norwegian man. He stopped outside a dingy pub and, after making sure the coast was clear, opened the door and was hit by a gust of warm air.

The pub was relatively empty. A sleeping warlock here, a studious witch there and, ah, there they were.

In the back corner, half concealed by the shadows, sat his friends. One was a young lady with platinum blond hair by the name of Natalya Arlovskaya, another being a brown haired fellow called Vasilica Lupei. The last was a blond haired man with bushy eyebrows named Arthur Kirkland.

Of course, if you payed attention to the summary, those weren't their real names. In fact, they're official names were Belarus, Romania and England. The man who entered? Well, Norway of course, but for the time being, we'll call him Kjetil Thomassen.

Anyway, Vasilica looked up as the door shut and a huge smile broke out on his face. He jumped and threw his arm around Kjetil. Vasilica half dragged, half lead Kjetil to their table. Natalya's lips twitched upwards in recognition and Arthur stood up to greet the Norwegian.

"Ah, you're finally here! Delays on the underground?" He asked. Kjetil nodded and sat down.

"Yes, a toad caused a bit of a panic near the front. Amusing, really." Vasilica snorted and Arthur shook his head.

"I have a feeling I know who's toad that was." He muttered. Sighing, Arthur sat down again and pulled out a small notebook seemingly out of nowhere. "You all know why we gathered here, correct?" The other three nodded.

"Tom Riddle is back and our countries are in danger." Natalya said, concern creeping into her voice. "And so are some of our neighbours." A somber mood settled down as the enormity of the situation hit them. Arthur cleared his throat and opened the notebook.

"Yes, that is true. For now, Tom seems rather….. Quiet. No mass destruction yet. But the Boy must be prepared and safe. Dumbledore has asked me if we could handle the job of keeping the Boy safe." He pulled out a letter that had been stashed in the notebook. Arthur slid it to the middle of the table where the others could read it.

Dear Arthur

How have you been? Weather been good? No troubles I presume.

Ah, but this letter has not been for pleasure. I assume you know of the return of Voldemort? Of course you have. Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory had the bad luck of seeing him return. No, scratch that, Cedric was tragically killed before the revival.

I come to you to ask for a favour. With the return of Voldemort, Harry Potter is no longer safe. I fear that he may be stuck down before his time. I am simply asking that you and maybe some others come to Hogwarts as students to keep him out of major danger. Though, knowing him, Harry is bound to run into something.

Alas, I would feel much more secure knowing that such a wonderful wizard was watching over Harry. As mentioned before, you may bring a few more magical nations along if you wish.

Best regards-

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

PS. If you accept, the code to my office is Fizzing Whizbee.

"Well?" Arthur glanced at them hopefully. "Are you coming with me? I understand if you don't want to but-" He was cut off as Natalya spoke.

"I will come. I need some time away from brother." She said. Arthur nodded, pleased. At least he wouldn't be alone.

"Agreed. It would be nice to visit the school after so many years." Kjetil said, looking at Vasilica and raising his eyebrows. "After all, it's been so long, hasn't it Vas?"

"Yes it has!" Vasilica grinned. "I am so ready for this!" Arthur chuckled at the Romanian's energy.

"Well, that settles it. I will be writing to Dumbledore tonight and tomorrow we can sort out supplies. Kjetil, there is a room reserved for you upstairs. I'm sure Vas will gladly show you where. But before that, drinks anyone?" Arthur said, packing away the notebook.

It really would be a while before they could do this again, drinking. After all, adults can't fit into school uniforms made for fifteen year olds.