okay. hey there. Pretty much, one of Englands spells went wrong and turned some nations into kids. England can't undo the magic on any one but himself, so they had to go to Hogwarts to learn enough magic to be able to turn back to normal. none of the students know they are really nations.
some of the Chars ages and houses:
America/Alfred: 13, Gryffindor (duh.)
Russia/Ivan: 15, Slytherin
Prussia/Gilbert: 15, Slytherin
Canada/Matthew: 13, Hufflepuff
Japan/Kiku: 13, Ravenclaw
Italy/Feliciano: 13, Hufflepuff
Germany/Ludwig: 14 Gryffindor
France/Francis: 15, Gryffindor ('cause he loves to spread the love)
England/Arthur: 15, Slytherin
China/Yoa: 15, Ravenclaw
Spain/Antonio: 15, Gryffindor
Italy/Lovino: 13, Hufflepuff
umm...i think that all...for now..
I'm a fan of Ivan/Alfred and Gilbert/Alfred, so it'll probably turn into Ivan/Alfred/Gilbert. just warning.
Disclaimer: i own nothing...that's probably a good thing...
this chapters a little more serious and takes place during "Harry potter and the prisoner of Azkaban"
"I believe that's enough for today...class dismissed." Professor Lupin announced, rushing back into his office.
Alfred sighed in relief, turning to look for his wand (which he had totally not dropped) he was happy the lesson was over. At first, going up against a boggart had seemed like a great idea, but after thinking about all the things it could bring up from his past...well, not so great.
He was glad Proffer Lupin had saved Harry, or else he might've had to jump in and do something, being the hero he was.
As Alfred looked for his wand, students began filing out of the class.
Ivan looked around the class room. A good number of the nations had shown up to this class, either because they had it this period, or they had a free period and wanted to see the 'boggart' the new professor was in possession of. Ivan was the latter. He watched the hyperactive blond scurry around the room, looking for something he lost. He wondered at what age Alfred's muscle started to form on his body, because at his current 'age' of 13, he looked more lithe than he did at nineteen. His smile widened.
Alfred sighed and looked around. No trace of his wand.
"Hey Jones, looking for something?" Alfred turned, to face Malfoy who was smirking in his special 'makes me want to strangle you' way.
"Maybe. Why do ya ask?" He smiled when Draco held up his wand. "Woah, my wand! Thanks dude!" He reached for it, but Draco stepped back.
"Ah, ah, ah. What makes you think you can have it back so easily." His smirk widened. Alfred dropped his hand and sighed. Draco wanted him to do something to get it back? Something most likely pride shattering and humiliating? No way in hell.
He put his hands behind his head and shrugged "Whatever man. You can keep it, it's just a stick. Although I don't see why you would want it. Unless, of course, your stick is currently unsatisfactory to your needs."
Every one watched as Malfoy's face began turning an interesting shade of red. Whether from anger or embarrassment, they didn't know; although Alfred didn't know why it might be from embarrassment
"my 'stick' is just fine." He hissed
"Then why do you want mine? I mean, I know it's a little bigger than yours, but there's no need to get so defensi-" He ducked as his wand went flying over his head, skidding under the locked wardrobe of the Boggart.
"of all the..." Alfred slowly made his way over to the chest, but not before flipping Draco the bird.
"Alfred-San, I do not think you should do that." Kiku warned, standing next to Feliciano and Ludwig.
"It's fine! The doors locked right? All I have to do is reach under and grab it." He briefly wondered why Malfoy was being such an ass, before remembering a certain change to the boys uniform this morning and certain comments such as 'fruity' Alfred had used to describe it. And, having to explain what it meant in front of the students gathered in the hallway because Draco wasn't getting the meaning.
Gilbert noticed that, that the closer Alfred came to the cabinet, the more it shook and trembled. He briefly wondered if he should warn the boy, but decided against it. The door was locked anyway. Wasn't it?
Alfred rested a hand against the old wooden frame next to the door as he reached under it for his wand. He jumped back as the 'locked' door crashed open, almost sending it off it's hinges.
Alfred skidded across the floor, regaining his balance five or six feet from the cabinet. He was about to retreat for the class door,(not run away from; hero's don't run)when a black fog shot from the chest and in his direction, almost suffocating him. Before any one could rush to his aid, it retreated a couple feet from him, slowly forming into something else.
The students and nations watched as it formed into someone. Ivan frowned when it turned into Alfred, wearing clothes from when he had just earned his independence. This Alfred seemed three or four years older than the current one.
America himself seemed confused at the boggart's chosen transformation. Every one watched as a small smile spread across the dopple-gangers face, looking at Alfred. The blond himself decided to ignore the creature In favor of finding his wand, which had skidded a couple feet from the wardrobe.
But before he could go after it, the boggart America gave a sudden start and gripped his head, a silent shriek emitting from it. They watched in fascination as his clothes also changed, one side turning a dark blue while the other was a dreary gray.
The boggart seemed to be clawing at itself-trying to rip in half. America stilled when he realized what the creature had found of his fears. It found the civil war.
Ivan watched Alfred pale in realization. He could take a guess at what this was. The American civil war. At least he guessed. Neither he, or any other nation had been given the chance to see what happened to their blond friend during the war. But he had a few ideas.
He wanted to help Alfred, but for some reason, he couldn't stop looking at the creature long enough to be of use. He could tell the others were having the same dilemma.
Alfred stepped back when his other self succeeded in ripping in half with a final cry. Dark blood pooled and sprayed, some one screamed. The scene fogged into black smoke and three figures rose from the smokey carnage.
The first two were almost completely identical, except for small things like hair color and facial hair. They glared at each other, ignoring the shocked people around them and hitched their muskets higher onto their shoulders. It was the confederate and union Alfred's. Both sending off a thick killing aura.
The third was a small child, no older than six or seven. He was dressed in a simple white hospital gown stained with red hanging off his thin frame. Bandages covered his arms and legs, coming loose from around his neck and secured tightly to a wound on his head, also covering one eye. Many of them were stained or slowly turning red. His hair was a pale, blood matted blond, his eye a transparent blue. The smaller blond flitted between the two waring sides, soundlessly begging them to stop.
The students were confused at the sight before them. What kind of fear was this? It made no sense! Hermione, being as smart as she was, recognized the uniforms, but wondered what they had to do with Alfred.
The nations understood, they just didn't get why there was a child-Alfred there also.
Alfred felt the panic well up inside him and pushed back the ghost pain brought about by the scene before him. He wanted to snatch away the guns that were slowly being brought into shooting position, each side pointing them right at the others chest. The child cried out, tears streaming from it's one good eye.
Gilbert felt his heart sinking into his stomach as the two Alfred's glared at each other and gently pulled back on the triggers. He shouldn't just stand here! He needed to help his friend! But again, his thoughts had no effect on his body. He looked and saw a worried and displeased frown covering Ivan's features.
Alfred hated this. Hated being reminded that he had killed a part of himself and in turn, created that...thing that haunted him when he was alone.
As the triggers pulled back, he finally snapped out of whatever had kept him silent this whole time.
"NO!" he and the child practically screamed as they finally found their voices. In the back of America's mind, he realized something; this wasn't a fear, he wasn't scared of this, it was just a bad memory. So why had the boggart chosen this? Suddenly, he felt as if his self conscious had been cracked open, leading to his darkest fear and the being that inhabited it.
The bullets barreled into his dopple-gangers and suddenly, all three disappeared into smoke and the boggart was on him. The thick cloud almost suffocating him as it dug into his fears. As the creature finally pulled back, it seemed...darker, heavier than before.
Oh no..America thought as he tried turning away, but the boggart had already begun changing.
Tada! first chappy of it!
anyway, i know boggarts probably aren't that powerful, but it was getting enery and power from the nations fears, which would be stronger than normal humans.
during my head cannon of the civil war, America split in half because of what his people wanted. also creating two separate consciouses. his original mind was pushed into a third body, which was made of all the energy and what not he could get his hands on. unfortunately, he also took all the damage from the wars since he was the original. he was constantly trying to stop the war even though he could barely ever leave his bed.
and although some nations had gone to see him during the war, none of them were ever able to actually see Alfred. so no one knows what actually happened to him and he never talks about it.
and the dark thing in his mind is an insanity that taken its own shape and mind and has slowly gotten stronger over the years, trying often to take over Alfred. and yes, it takes over the Boggart, temporarily leaving Alfred.
who can guess what might happen in the next chapter?
R&R please!