AN: HEY. This is actually an in-progress repost of my old Hetalia highschool!AU better thought out and with more magic! YAY.

Now this story will get dark (because dark is what I do and what I do best) and will have multiple pairings (feel free to request some if you want~) There are few that will definitely happen: AmeRus and FrUK because OTP.

Also. This is an AU! And I like to think that after the whole Voldermort thing Hogwarts reorganised their lives and started mixing dorms (a bit) idk I just think segregating them all kind of causes more tensions, you know? (This is actually mostly just because I like the Baltics & Russia sharing a dorm and lol they are so not all in the same house)

I haven't put this in the crossover section because aside from Hogwarts there won't be any overlap with the HP!world (but if you guys want me to move it I will)

I'm babbling. (No one will read this anyway) More notes on housing/years at the end!

"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness." - Vladimir Nabokov

Alfred yawned. Loudly. When no one reacted he yawned again.

This time Arthur stiffened beside him and snapped, "For goodness sake, Alfred. Can you please at least act like you're old enough to be in Hogwarts?"

"But I'm bo-ored," he whined.

The Slytherin rolled his eyes, "As are we all, Alfred."

They had been waiting almost twenty minutes for their DA teacher to show up. If this had been his muggle school back home Alfred would have already left and dragged Mattie with him. Alfred scanned the room, aside from Arthur, Francis and Mattie there wasn't anyone he even spoke to (much) in this class. "There's not even anyone interesting to talk to!"

"Oh, thanks." Arthur murmured with a glare.

"Except, who's that Gryffindor chick there at the front?"

"Hm, I think that's Feliks. He's been raiding the girl's dorms again."

"Oh," Alfred yawned again and slid down in his chair so he could kick Mattie in front of him. His twin sent him a glare and Arthur sighed, "Stop it, Alfred."

"But, dude, I'm totally-"

"Bored," interrupted Francis, "Oui, you said that already." He sighed dramatically, "Perhaps someone should go look for the teacher."

"Better you then me, frog," Arthur muttered. Francis swatted at him and Alfred laughed as Arthur surreptitiously transfigured all of Francis' quills in to spiders. Francis squealed and began batting them off the desk where they dissipated in to little clouds of coloured dust. A couple of the other students oooh'd and ahhh'd and Arthur grinned.

"Maybe you should go back to Beauxbatons," he teased.

Francis narrowed his eyes and drew his wand but before he could cast anything Professor Germania stepped in to the room. "There has been an accident," he said coolly. "All students need to report to the main hall at once. Do not run."

"Wonder what happened," Arthur said as they stood to collect their books.

"Hopefully no one was hurt too badly," Mattie added quietly.

"Whatever dude, I'm just happy something's happening here finally!"

"Alfred you arse, someone could actually be seriously hurt and all you care about is your own entertainment!"

Alfred shrugged, it wasn't like he didn't care about other people it was just that school was boring. On the way to the hall Francis and Arthur started arguing again and Mattie tried three times to break it up (unsuccessfully) "Leave them to fight, Mattie, at least it gives us some entertainment!"

They must have looked an odd group; Alfred and Mattie were Gryffindors, Arthur and Francis were Slytherins. Alfred had grown up in the same town as Arthur. Back then he'd just been a normal kid, no magic, no crazy wizard school, just normal but then he'd quite literally ran in to Arthur Kirkland and everything had changed.

Theirs was a small town, near enough to London that his parents could both commute in to work. Arthur was the older son of one of the richest families in the village, he didn't go to either of the two primary schools in town and most of kids thought there was something odd about him. Alfred had never really paid him much attention until that evening.

He and Mattie had been walking home, it was winter, it got dark early. Mattie had been clutching his stuffed polar bear to him like a lifeline and walking so close to Alfred he'd almost tripped a couple of times, "Mattie, don't worry so much. I'm here! I'll protect you!" Alfred had tried to reassure him.

The bullies had jumped a few streets away from home. There were five of them; secondary school kids, even Alfred knew better than to try and fight them. Instead he'd grabbed Mattie's hand and ran blindly in to the night, the bullies hot on their tail.

He'd only turned back for a minute, to see how far away the bullies were, when he'd run into something solid and gone tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. "Get off me you, oaf!" Arthur had groaned from beneath the twins.

Alfred had sat up, "Sorry, I-" he'd begun but Mattie was tugging his sleeve.

The bullies were right behind them. "Are those kids chasing you?" Arthur asked getting unsteadily to his feet beside Alfred and Mattie.

"Get behind me Mattie!" Alfred had said but the bullies had already reached them, snatching his brother's bear away from him.

"Awh, look at the little babies!" The leader, a boy with a shaved head and potato shaped face. "Still playing with dollies!"

"Kumajiro!" Mattie had whined, reaching for his bear. The bully had shoved him roughly aside and Alfred vision had flashed red with anger and then...

He still wasn't sure what had happened.

One minute he was running at them the next minute the bullies were sprawled on the floor, covered in boils and Kumajiro was safely in his arms. Mattie had been staring, "A-Al?" he'd whispered, eyes wide terrified.

From behind him Arthur had cheered. "I knew I couldn't be the only magic kid in the town!" he'd whooped. "I knew it!"

Long story short after that Alfred and Mattie had started talking to Arthur more and that summer he and Mattie had both received Hogwarts letters. Their parents had been shocked to say the least but Arthur had been overjoyed. Alfred had been sorted in to Gryffindor immediately, Matthew a little less quick and Arthur had sat there for a full ten minutes before the hat placed him in Slytherin. Despite their different houses they stayed close friends and when Francis had transferred in his third year their little group had been complete.

They shuffled in to the Great Hall and separated into their respective houses. Alfred and Mattie found a seat beside Elizaveta, the head girl. "I wonder what happened," Mattie mumbled as the headmaster stepped up, grim faced.

"Good afternoon everyone, I apologise for pulling you out of lessons so early but there has been an incident. A first year has been injured." He paused as a wave of whispers ran through the great hall, waiting for them to quiet before continuing. "We do not yet know who attacked the student but rest assured we are doing all we can to find who it was. Now I will ask that you all remain seated for a few moments while we organise ourselves."

Professor Germania, head of Slytherin house, stood when the headmaster stopped talking and crossed the hall, tapping Arthur on the shoulder. Arthur paled immediately and stood, hurrying after Germania. Francis stood too and followed him, catching up with the Brit easily and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder as they walked.

"Oh no," Alfred whispered, scanning the Gryffindor table at the same time as Mattie whispered, "Do you think it was Peter?"

"It was Peter. He's not here." Alfred muttered, his stomach lurching. Peter was a good kid, a good Gryffindor.

"Do you think it was another student?" Mattie asked quietly, absentmindedly pulling Kumajiro closer (he kept him in his school bag). "That attacked Peter, I mean?"

"Maybe," Alfred mused, eyes narrowing. "If it was I bet it was that Russian freak. He's the only one messed up enough to do something like that. Commie bastard." His gaze settled on the Slytherin sitting a few seats from where Arthur had been.

Mattie trembled. "Al, you shouldn't say things like that."

"What? It's true! Who else do you think could have done it?"

"Come on," Mattie said, tugging at Alfred's arm. "We should go comfort Arthur."

Alfred allowed himself to be dragged to the front of the hall by his brother.

Katyusha trembled as she watched the sixth year Gryffindor twins hurry after their Slytherin friends. She had a bad feeling about this. She glanced over at the Slytherin table where her brother was seated, slumped over the table, face buried in his arms. Her younger sister beside him seemed not to have noticed their brother's distress and she tried desperately to catch Natalya's eye.

Beside her Eduard frowned, "Katyusha, are you alright?" the fifth year asked.

She turned and smiled reassuringly at him, "Fine, Eduard. I was just making sure Ivan and Natalya were okay too."

Eduard shuddered. "I'm sure they're more than capable of looking after themselves." He muttered.

Katyusha tried her best to smile. I'm not so sure about that, she thought sadly.

Houses + Years:

So far I've only decided on a few characters but here goes!

Gryffindors: Alfred and Matthew (sixth year), Elizaveta (Head girl, 7th year) Feliks (sixth year), Peter (first year) Tino (idk, sixth year?) and Mathias (7th year)

Slytherins: Francis and Arthur (sixth year) Ivan (sixth year) Belarus (third year) Vash (fifth year) Gilbert & Antonio (seventh year) Ludwig & Feliciano (sixth year)

Hufflepuffs: Katyusha (seventh year) Eduard (fifth year) Lili (first year) Lovino (sixth year)

Ravenclaws: Roderich (head boy, seventh year), Toris (sixth year) Kiku (sixth year) Berwald + Norway & Iceland (seventh year)

Feel free to suggest other characters and houses (also if anyone can help me come up with a head master I will be eternally grateful.)