First of all, I am really, really, really sorry! Times one thousand! I have been busy a couple of weeks after the last chapter was posted and after that I just did not find the motivation (I am a lazy arse), so I am super sorry! Plus it is a boring chapter, so again sorry!

Since I can't use Google mail (which is how I sent the chapters to my beta reader) and that she seemed to have changed her name on here, I have a different beta reader, who has kindly looked for my grammar and spelling mistakes despite the fact that she is not keen crossovers; Darking Light 666

Hetalia created by Hidekaz Himaruya

Harry Potter created by J.K. Rowling

The trees did not sway, creak nor moan for the night was still. Animal, mythical or not, stayed still, scenting something sinister in the air. Even for the Forbidden Forest. The only noise heard was the Owls hooting with a warning as Spiders hide within the cracks, Unicorns fled for their lives and Centaurs studied the stars with a frown sculptured upon there faces.

In the centre of this eerie night, Shadows slithered into a circle, knowing exactly where to stand. Not a single hiss trembled out of the poisons lips of these frightening creatures. Their masked faces, hidden from the outer world, looked up at there leader, a fleshed out skeleton, with pure awe, devotion and fear. It was as if they were looking at there creator. This grey, powerful, inhuman skeleton was the body of lord Voldemort.

All that can be seen was his lower face. His nose was only two slits and his mouth was set in a thin line, as thin as thread. The rest of his bony body , with the exception of his hands, where covered up with a thick black cloak like the rest of the shadows - or should I say - Death Eaters.

Silence hung in the air as the Death Eaters waited to understand why they there being called for so suddenly. They did not breath, in fear of being killed. Despite them being impatient, they did not show it by fidgeting, muttering and definitely not asking their great Lord to hurry up! Instead they continued looking forwards like the good pawns they where. Slowly, their lord raised a finger pointing to one of them. A rasped voice, oozing with power, followed it.

"Smith, tell them what you told me earlier today."

One of the cloaked figures stepped out of the circle and bowed to its Lord, respectively. "Of course, my Lord." She said, her gender only clear because of her feminine voice and the slight lump under her cloak due to her breasts.

"I was monitoring those muggles as a Taxi Driver earlier today. It was my first costumer of the day, Arthur Kirkland, who wanted to be picked up outside the Leaky Caldron." It was common knowledge to wizards and witches that the Leaky Caldron was the only way to reach Diagon Ally via the streets of London and was only used by the Wizening community. The Death Eaters quickly put the two together and guessed that the man Smith was talking about was one of them, a wizard. It was no surprise, nor an amazing discovery.

"I was driving him to Kings Ash Station. Now, as you all know, our Dark Lord gave us all a ring for our thumbs which will give us a small electric shock as soon as we came in contact with our precious country, yes? And continue to let of a warm feeling as long as he was around? Well, both of these things happened as soon as I meet Arthur Kirkland." Death Eaters looked towards there Leader to see his reaction despite the fact he, as he implied himself, has already heard it. If it was not for the slight tug on the right side of his lips he could have been mistaken for a statue.

"He also had a travelling trunk with him," Smith continued. "That a muggle would never be caught dead with and he wanted to arrive at the station five minuets before the Hogwarts Express left the station!"

Glances were made but not a single murmur feel from their mouths , all understanding what Smith was implying. Whether they agreed with it or not was not discussed. Instead they waited for there Lord to come to a decision. The tug on the right side of there Lords lip became more predominant and cruel as he spoke, only uttering this:

"Tell Snape to see if this is true, and if so our country is going to have a ball of a time."

The forest echoed with a lone chuckle.

Slythens and Gryffindors, on either side of the door, waited for their two hour History lesson. Due to it being last lesson Friday, the class was unsurprisingly lacking energy. There had been talk in the Great Hall, that his classes where as boring and as dull as professor Binns (though, not to the point where you would fall asleep.)

Harry, Ron and Hermione were three of the last students waiting for Professor Kirkland to let them in the class room to have there first lesson with him. Ron and Hermione where bickering about one thing or another while Harry stood, given up trying to break their small argument knowing that it will end as quickly as it has started (or at least he hoped so). Looking at the tower clock which was visible from where he stood he took note that they have been standing there for five minuets already. How long did it take to prepare for a lesson? Huffing, he glanced to the left, spotting Malfoy. The mere sight of him did not improve his mood, if anything, it made it worse. All he wanted to do right now was to do something more interesting then wasting his time waiting for a teacher, like beating Malfoy in Quidditch!

Before he can huff again, the door swung open, revelling Professor Kirkland with a serious 'Teacher' expression plastered on his face.

"Sorry for the wait, I misplaced the lesson plan. Please come in and take a set." Professor Kirkland nodded to the students as he held open the door for them till the last of them walk through the door.

As the class settled in there seats, Slytherins on the left, Gryffindors on the right, there was a cough at the front desk, calling for the children's attention.

"For today's lesson we will be simple understanding what we are going to do this year. We will also write down the Aims that I want you to achieve and the expectations of behaviour, work and homework. We will then finish this lesson of with a simple test about the upcoming topics. Any questions?"

The only question he got was moans as he mentioned "test". Smiling slightly, he studied the class, looking at each and every face individually, already getting to grips with there personalities and remembering their faces.

"Okay then, I will write this years lesson plan, which you will copy down on a piece of parchment. You may talk if you wish, but keep it quiet."

Once he said that the silence grew to normal talking level, faster that one can hear. England rolled his eyes and turned to the black bored, writing in curved handwriting. He wrote The following things;

Autumn Term :

- Pirates and Privateers - Spanish Armada

Winter Term:

- Civil War

Spring Term:

-The War of the Roses

- The Tudor Family

Summer Term

- Witchcraft Trials in Early Modern Europe

-Revision for your essays

Essays - You will choose two out of the three Questions given. You will have three hours to complete both Essays.

England chuckled slightly as there was a chorus of whines behind him as he wrote the word essay on the black board. Steeping back from the bored he checked over it to make sure that there was no mistake, before smirking to himself. He loved the year groups where he had so much freedom to choose what topic to do. He smirked just that little more as he read over Spanish Armada.

Wiping the smirk of his face he turned to the class and watched as the class seem to bow their heads in unison, quickly writing down what was on the board.

The lesson was soon over (much to the classes relief, a lecture on behaviour and work and homework and this and that was tiresome after having heard the speech all week, the same speech that the teachers gave the students every year.) Hermione glanced at the last question on the test, chewing her lip in frustration. She managed to answer the other twenty-four questions with relevant ease, most of it was about what she has read in books and what she had learnt in primary school . The answer was at the tip of her tongue P-p-p the second of Spain. Giving up slightly Hermione peeked at her Professor in interest.

He walked around the quiet classroom, with the only noise being the scratch of quilts and the Professors shoes taping on the stone floor, his thick eyebrows furrowed together like they where for the whole lesson. Glancing between him and the last question, it occurred to her that she could feel that…. Power? Radiating of him, like when she meet him in the Weasly's Twins joke shop. Glancing quickly down at her test, she concentrate harder as he walked past her, but still no… something! She groaned slightly in frustration, at the test and not knowing why she couldn't feel that aura thing she had felt last time. It was defiantly there when she first meet him, no questioning it, but for some reason she can not feel it not.

Sighing she tuned back to the question. She frowned did not disappear, there couldn't be that many European names common in Spain beginning with P, right? She furrowed her eyebrows together, P-p-p-

"You may bring your test to the front desk, please remember to put your names at the top of the sheets. Also, return standing behind your desks before you leave." Professor Kirkland announced to the class. As soon as he said that, noise exploded from the class and the clock tower. He sighed before writing the homework on the board, another chorus of whines and mourns from the class. He chuckled, waiting for the class to be silent, standing behind there desks.

"The homework for this week is to research well known pirates, both muggle and wizard. You must also write a paragraph on the difference between pirates and privateers. You are dismissed."

The class quickly exited the class room, mentioning a quick goodbye. One girl, he was sure he had seen before, smiled and waved at him before exiting with what seemed to be her two friends.

England frowned and rubbed his chin gently. Now where has he seen her before? Shrugging he turned to rub out the black board before seeing his black board rubber suspended in midair, with a tiny light at the top of it. The little light noticed him looking, dropping the rubber in shock, the little light zoomed in between a couple of books.

England sighed. "So, where you the one hiding my lesson plan?" He waited, trying to keep his patience intact. The little light shyly peaked out in between the two books, nodding shyly.

England sighed once more. Fairies, why were they so troublesome? They were always getting into trouble with there childish curiosity. A small smile graced his lips. He slowly walked over to the book case, holding his hand out in a relaxed position. "My name is Arthur Kirkland, but you already know that, don't you, poppet?" The little creature gave him a perplexed look, before flying onto his hand, his little hands on his hips, frowning at the Nation, in an almost telling of stance.

England chuckled a little bit more, as those eyebrows unfurrowed themselves. "Okay, I am sorry but that was still a quarter of the truth, my really name is England, but that is our little secret." He lifted his right hand and held his index finger over his mouth, making a shushing noise. The little light look at him sternly, wagging it finger at him. England was about to apologise again when the little fairy flittered up quicker then a blink of an eye and tapped his nose. England jumped and snapped up with alert as the fairy kept tapping every part of his face. He laughed slightly, the little fairy was not yet strong enough to use its power behind its "slaps". A shrill of annoyance came from its mouth, as it flittered in front of his face, a small pout on his face.

"Guess you are not strong enough yet, hm?" England let a small grin form at his face before he once again yelped, this time as the little fairy poked his ribcage, a little devious grin on his petite face.

England wiggled and stumbled slightly, causing him to fall on the floor.

"I am sorry, I am really, really sorry, I promise not to lie to you again!" He snickered, a childish grin had formed on his face.

The little fairy propped himself on England knee, with an air of pride and superiority surrounding him.

"Even though it was true," England muttered under his breath, out of the little fairy's hearing range.

The little Fairy, realising something, turned to point to the window looking at England intently. England looked back and forth from the window and the fairy, realisation dawning on him.

"Is that why you were being a nuisance? You wanted my attention to open the window for you?" The little fairy nodded. Sighing England held out his palm for the fairy to stand one. He gently petted the mop of blue hair on its head as he headed towards the window. Opening it, the fairy immediately whizzed outside. A sad little smile unconsciously fell on England's lips as he looked outside. Well, it was rare for a fairy to stay in one place. As he closed the window a shot of light busted in between the cracks, crashing into the pile of test papers.

That grin quickly formed again.

Poppy blinked outside Arthur's classroom door, as she heard him…talk to himself? Frowning she continued walking down the door, thinking about when it would be the most convenient time to talk to him.