A small boy no older than five followed his aunt and cousin through the halls of a fancy mall area in London. He had jet black hair and emerald green eyes. This boy was known by the name of Harry Potter. Harry wore a shirt that was three times his size, leaving the sleeves to hang down several inches past his hands. His jeans fit a little better, but they had a large rip in one knee.

Harry was out with his Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley because Petunia wanted to reward her son for getting a check plus on a spelling quiz. She promised him a brand new expensive toy of his choice, and they would stop to buy him (only him) a large ice cream sundae on the way home as well.

Dudley waddled beside his mother, holding onto her hand while Harry trailed behind them. The pudgy child kept sending Harry smug smiles. Harry would have felt fine about the situation except for the fact that he had even done better than Dudley on the test. Dudley had only gotten eight out of ten words right, but Harry had spelled all of them correctly. When he had told this to his aunt and uncle, Vernon only laughed and threw his newly marked paper into the rubbish bin.

At least Harry's teacher Mrs. Gregory had praised him. After all, he was the only one in the class who had gotten all ten of them right. Only now Dudley was being rewarded, and Harry was getting nothing.

"You wait here on the bench outside the store. I don't want you coming in and trying to steal things." Petunia said, indicating for Harry to sit down on a small bench outside of a nice looking toy store. Harry simply nodded, taking a seat on the empty bench.

Petunia and Dudley went on inside, leaving Harry to his thoughts. Inside he was feeling hurt. He wished that he had a mummy who would reward him for getting good grades, or a daddy who would carry him on his shoulders like Vernon did to Dudley. Maybe if his parents were alive then he wouldn't even live here. Perhaps his parents would live somewhere more interesting rather than Little Whinging.

"Hello there. Mind if I sit here?"

Harry was startled from his thoughts by a voice. Looking up, he peered into another pair of green eyes. They belonged to a young man either in his very late teens or early twenties from what Harry could tell. The man had straw colored hair that was sticking up at certain angles. It wasn't as messy as Harry's own hair, but it was certainly close.

Something about the man's eyes had Harry intrigued. They weren't exactly emerald colored like his own, but more of a dark forest color. The eyes looked very wise, almost too old for such a youthful face. The man was wearing a simple pair of slacks and a dress shirt, a few bags in his arms.

"I don't mind" Harry told him, scooting over to make room for this new stranger. The man sat down, placing his bags onto the floor.

"Thank you" He said. "My arms were growing tired from carrying all this, so I needed a quick rest."

Harry nodded in sympathy. The bags did look quite heavy. He wondered briefly what was inside them, but decided that it would be rude to ask.

"I'm Arthur" The man introduced himself, holding out his hand.

"I'm Harry" Harry greeted back, shaking Arthur's hand softly. Arthur's pale hand felt very smooth, but also really firm. He must have been strong then. For a few moments they sat in silence before Arthur spoke to him again.

"So what are you doing out here all by yourself? It's such a lovely day out. If I were you then I would be playing with friends."

"I'm waiting for my Aunt 'Tunia and Dudley to come back out. Dudley did well with his studies so he gets a reward." Harry responded glumly.

"But you've done good with your studies as well, haven't you? I can tell." Arthur said. Harry's eyed widened a little, and he stared at Arthur.

"How can you tell? We've only just met."

"Oh but it's quite simple to tell. I can see it in your expression, you have intelligence written all over yourself." Arthur said, smiling fondly when Harry looked down at himself, as if to try and see the intelligence.

"I have done well. I even got better marks than Dudley. I don't get rewards that much though, because my uncle says that I have bad blood in me." Harry explained.

"Nonsense. Nobody from my country has bad blood." Arthur said. Harry found his words a little odd but chose to keep his mouth shut. Suddenly Arthur smiled brightly, reaching out to pat Harry on the shoulder.

"Since you've been such a good lad with your schooling, I have decided to give you a little treat." He said, reaching down into one of his bags. He pulled out a fancy chocolate bar. Harry's mouth watered at the candy. Sometimes Dudley would get such treats, but even Dudley didn't get that kind of chocolate often, because it was quite expensive.

"Your giving that to me?" Harry asked, mouth dropped open in shock.

"Of course I am!" Arthur said, placing the chocolate in Harry's lap. "Go ahead and eat it. You deserve it after all, Harry."

The child allowed a smile to grace his lips as he carefully opened the delicate wrappings of the chocolate. It tasted amazing, even better than the cupcakes that one of his classmates Nina had brought in for her birthday one time.

"Thank you" Harry said, remembering his manners.

"Your quite welcome." Arthur responded. Suddenly he looked at his watch. "I should probably get going before I'm late. The Queen is expecting me for tea. After all, England is always loyal to the Queen."

"You know the Queen?" Harry asked in wonder.

"Ah, yes of course. She's one of my most dearest friends. Listen though Harry, I must tell you something." Arthur said as he gently took hold of Harry's chin, forcing the young boy to look into his eyes.

As Harry did look into Arthur's eyes he felt something strange. Instant relief washed throughout his body. He felt as though he could trust this man with his very life, as if he had known Arthur since he was born. This man did not seem human at all, but something entirely different. Something powerful.

"You are going to do great things Harry Potter" Arthur spoke slowly, his calm words having a great affect of seriousness upon Harry. "Be proud of yourself always. No matter what your Aunt or Uncle tell you, never believe them. You're a smart, powerful, and intelligent young boy. Your parents would be very proud of you for having such a great mind. Remember lad, England will always be with you. Right here." Arthur placed his hand on the center of Harry's heart.

With that, Arthur stood and gathered up his bags just as Petunia emerged from the store entrance. Dudley was behind her lugging several different new toys and a big lollipop.

"Hurry up boy, we're leaving!" Petunia snapped. Harry quickly scooted off the bench. He noticed Arthur, who was just about to leave, giving Petunia a look of disgust. He shot one small smile to Harry before he was off, quickly disappearing into the crowd of people in the mall area.

Harry quickly discarded his now empty chocolate wrapper and followed Petunia and Dudley back out to the parking lot. He couldn't get Arthur out of his head. Who was he exactly? Why did he seem so strange? There was one thing however, that left him a little puzzled.

He had never told Arthur his last name, but somehow he had known it. The things that Arthur had said also left him a little bewildered. What on earth did they mean?

Suddenly to came to Harry, all at once.

'Nonsense. Nobody from my country has bad blood'

'After all, England is always loyal to the Queen'

'Remember lad, England will always be with you. Right here.'

Arthur was England. Arthur was his country. Harry subconsciously felt the spot on his heart in which England had touched. A feeling of pride suddenly washed over him. He felt a lot better about the day.

Harry smiled. He smiled the whole ride home. He smiled when Dudley ate a large sundae with extra chocolate sauce in front of him. He even smiled when he was sent to his cupboard for smiling too much.

England was with him, in his very heart.

A/n: Hope you all liked this! Would anyone like me to turn this into a three shot, with two other chapters about England meeting Hermione and Ron to?

Anyway, please review!