People are screaming, people are crying, there is an update and they don't know what to do!
Actually if you've read the google doc you've already seen this one, i just fnally went back to edit the previous chapters on ffn...

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Harry Potter is J.K. Rowling's, Hetalia is Hidekaz Himaruya's

The Leaky Cauldron

Finland and Sweden where enjoying a quiet evening when Sealand and Ladonia burst into the living room.
Being quasi-immortal they enjoyed more freedoms than regular 12 year olds would, and being in the micronation club with the likes of Seborga and Hutt River gave them a purpose and added more or less reliable babysitters.

"Pappa! Äiti! We're going to Hogwarts!" Peter announced.

"You're going; I'm not." Ladonia clarified.

"What?" Sealand seemed shocked at that revelation.

Nils crossed his arms. "I'm not spending a whole year as a talking picture."

"Does your laptop not work there, sweetie?" Finland asked. Ever since Sweden had modified Ladonia's clothes to have a pocket for his laptop located on his back the boy had had no troubles living a normal life.

"No, it doesn't," he said, stomping up the stairs to his room.

"Oh…" Sealand sighted, "but Australia wanted to take us shopping in diagon alley and everything… Wy and Kugelmugel are coming too."

"To Hogwarts?" Sweden asked.

"Yes!" The boy beamed.

Finland seemed even more disturbed than him. "Swe?" He cautioned.

"Why Hogwarts?" his husband asked their son, "can't you go to Durmstrang? It's much closer and... Not Hogwarts."

"Because of Harry Potter! Besides, Australia says it's good that Wy and me decided to go, England made him and New Zealand go too! He just wished Hutt River hadn't quit."

"He's not going?"

"No," Sealand confirmed, "him and Seborga left like 5 minutes after we got to the castle."

Sweden cleared his throat.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to Durmstrang instead?"

"Pappa! This is important! They need our help!"

"Sweetie, it didn't sound like they would need more help," Finland tried to explain, "I'm pretty sure the five of them got it covered."

"But we want to do it! It's cool! And you can't even imagine how excited Kugelmugel is!"

"Why is he coming again?"

"Äiti. There are talking portraits. I don't think we could stop him even if we wanted to." Peter told him very seriously.

Austria was furious.
"Under no circumstance are you buying your school supplies in England," he admonished, "We're going shopping in the Finkelgasse, bei Fritz, dem lustigen Zauberkönig, like a good Blockharz student would. Hogwarts, pah! I was a proud Rübenbrei in my days!"

"But Papa!," Kugelmugel complained, "The others are going to go shopping in Diagonalley together!"
But Austria had made up his mind. At least he didn't stop him from going to Hogwarts at all, Hugo mused.

It took Harry several days to get used to his strange new freedom. Never before had he been able to get up whenever he wanted or eat whatever he fancied. He could even go wherever he pleased, as long as it was in Diagon Alley, and as this long cobbled street was packed with the most fascinating wizarding shops in the world, Harry felt no desire to break his word to Fudge and stray back into the Muggle world.
Harry ate breakfast each morning in the Leaky Cauldron, where he liked watching the other guests: funny little witches from the country, up for a day's shopping; venerable-looking wizards arguing over the latest article in Transfiguration Today; wild-looking warlocks; raucous dwarfs; and once, what looked suspiciously like a hag, who ordered a plate of raw liver from behind a thick woolen balaclava. But even she had nothing on his second, third, and forth Kirkland.

They arrived on the third day of his stay in the leaky cauldron. Harry didn't realise there was anything special about them at first, as none of the other patrons acted any different around them. He was eating his breakfast when they flooed into the pub: Two kids, a boy and a girl, probably a year or two younger than himself, accompanied by an older male who looked to be in his early to mid 20's. They were dressed as muggles, albeit very weirdly. Since they had arrived by floo Harry just assumed them to be wizards with a bad grasp at muggle fashion. But really, a sailor uniform?

His eyes trailed the peculiarly dressed boy who was talking animatedly to the only girl in the group. As they were coming closer, he started to hear their conversation: "I really wish I still had my rocket powered fists! But my regular punches are really strong anyway! That jerk Harry Potter won't know what hit him!"

What!? Harry was too shocked to react. He didn't even know the boy!

"Bloody hell, Peter, Harry Potter is the one you're supposed to protect, not biffo with!"

"WHAT?!"

Harry hadn't been able to not say anything. They were standing right next to him now. He hastily raised his hand to his forehead to make sure his scar was covered.

"Oh-" The older man turned to him. "Sorry about that, mate. Peter just has a strong sense of justice. Is probably going to be in Gryffindor like me!

The man had an accent Harry had only heard on TV before.

"But… you're Australian!" Hogwarts was only visited by British and Irish students, as far as he knew.

"Raised by an englishman. And now it's time for the little ones-" He gestured at Peter and the girl.

"Peter Kirkland," said Peter, holding his hand out for Harry to shake.

"Neville Longbottom," replied Harry, mentally smacking himself for it.

"And this is my friend W-"

"Wendy Kirkland," she introduced herself. Her accent was also distinctly Australian, leading Harry to the conclusion, that all three of them were in fact members of the mysterious Kirkland family.

"So you're related to Alistair Kirkland?" Harry blurted out.

"You mean jerk Arthur's older brother?" Peter asked.

"That means he's your bro too, dipstick!" Wendy shook her head.

"I've never met him," Peter defended himself, "Arthur just keeps saying he is an irresponsible drunk."
"Oh! That uncle Alistair! He visited us once, didn't he, dad?"
"Yes. Said he wanted to be as far away from mum as possible," her father confirmed.

He must have been older than he looked, Harry realised.

"Anyway, if you're lucky you will be seeing more of him soon, as Hogwarts is in his territory after all. Well, technically the five of them share the actual school, but it is indisputably in Scotland."

Harry listened to this back and forth with rapt attention (honestly, they probably had forgotten about him). Hogwarts was supposed to belong to that drunk guy? Did that mean the land was leased from the Kirkland family? That would explain why everyone respected them so much! They had to be one of the oldest British wizarding families! And they even had branches in Australia!

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Neville," Harry almost forgot to react to the name, "but i have to take these two shopping for school supplies now."

But Harry needed to know more!

"Uhm, Sir, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I maybe join you?" He asked the Australian carefully, "I also have to go buy my school supplies and my family has left me here until school starts…"

Australia didn't know why he had agreed to take the boy along. Maybe it had to do with how Wy had started calling him 'Dad' recently and how the boy, that had been sitting alone in the dirty pub eating his breakfast, barely looked older than her and Peter. Maybe it had been the countless descriptions of Harry Potter he had heard from his mum over the years and the not quite hidden scar on the boys forehead.

Maybe it had just been the way Sealand's eyes had lit up. Or maybe the combination of all three.

So now he had Harry Potter to take care of. But Harry Potter didn't know that he, Australia, knew that he was Harry Potter. Australia had already forgotten the made up name the boy had given them. Cheery Littlebottom? Something like that.