Author's Note: Hey, how's it going, bros? :D Nice to see y'all again! I'm making...yet another story. I have no life. DX *foreveralone* Anyway, I felt like making this for a while, but never got to it. This is also my longest chapter EVER for a story! MILESTONE! :DDDD I hope you enjoy, and please leave any suggestions and opinions with your reviews! :3 Also, I'd like your opinion on my crack pairing with fem!Canadaxhuman!Romano. I don't usually do pairings like that, so if you do't like it, I can make it just a friendship and get her with an actual pairing. Now, please enjoy! SAPPHIRE OUT! :P

Warning: Genderbends and mild language used! Don't like, please move along and don't read~

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing this. xD

Italics - Thoughts, TV, usual italic stuff, and transitions
Bold/Italics - Flying Mint Bunny or any magical talking creature
Bold - Chants and spells

Chapter One: Arrival at Hogwarts

Britain found himself, once again, in his damp basement with his spell book in hand.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Britain?" Flying Mint Bunny asked with concern, "Last time you summoned Russia. . ."

"Pish posh! Everything will be fine! I'm just getting a little revenge on the frog!" Britain smiled confidently and held out his hand.

"I have a bad feeling about this. . ."

"Santo Rita, Mita Meada, Ringo Jonah, Tito Marlon, Jack La Toya, Janet Michael, Dumbledora the Explora! Santo Rita, Mita Meada, Ringo Jonah, Tito Marlon, Jack La Toya, Janet Michael, DUMBLEDORA THE EXPLORA! I summoned you from the depths of the underworld! Bring pain on my enemy!" As Britain spoke the last part of the incantation, a strange breeze began to lick at the flames. All at once, the wind swallowed the flame and shoved the room into darkness. A loud bang abruptly resounded throughout the room. A lone, bright spark shone in the darkness before igniting the candles once more. Before Britain could even react, the light's intensity grew so much that it could rival that of the sun's. He had to cover his sharp, emerald eyes as Flying Mint Bunny dove behind the blonde nation to protect herself from the light.

Then, seemingly at the drop of a hat, the light died down and left silence in its place. Flying Mint Bunny nervously peaked out from her hiding spot behind Britain. Once she determined it was safe, she flew out into the open, "D...Did it work?"

"Only one way to find out!"

Britain clicked his TV on, flipping to the latest news in France...

"It iz another beautiful day in the country of l'amour-"

"BLOODY HELL! THAT SPELL WAS COMPLETELY USELESS!"

-*O*=.=*O*-

In America

Canada held an icepack to her cheek, after yet another painful game of baseball with her twin sister America, "Do you have to throw so hard?"

America rolled her sky blue eyes, "Don't be such a baby! I barely put any strength into my pitches."

Canada was about to give a rather witty reply, when her body suddenly convulsed in pain. It started as pricks of discomfort in her spine, but that quickly morphed into intense, throbbing pain. She gasped and bent over, barely having time to grab onto America's shoulder to keep herself from falling.

"C-Canada, what's wrong?" America asked, for once very worried, "Should I call an ambulance?"

Canada couldn't answer. Pain was practically consuming her. Sparks of pure agony went down her spine, as if gravity was pushing with all its might to get her closer to the ground. She vomited blood onto her hands as the world around her spun.

"Oh my god, Can-!" America suddenly cut herself off, as pain began to spread through her body as well. It took all of her strength not to succumb to the excruciating pain and fall over unconscious. It was pure agony to even feel her heart beat!

They both let out involuntary, blood-curdling screams of pain.

And silence fell.

-*O*=.=*O*-

Madeline propped her head up on the heel of her hand, her blonde hair falling in pigtails on her shoulders. Colors were a blur as the Hogwarts Express moved across the tracks with incredible speed. She didn't bother to even partly listen to her sister go on a rant about how "She would most definitely be in Gryffindor, and not in any of those lame Houses." It was what would be classified as a "usual" for Amelia.

She almost let out a sigh of relief when Amelia finally left the booth to go bother someone else. Although Madeline hated how she was constantly forgotten, she loved it when it gave her break from Amelia.

Madeline's familiar lifted his large, white head at the sound of the booth's door sliding open. A boy with light brown hair with a soft red tint to it walked inside. A scowl seemed permanently etched into his face as he sat down, his strange curl on the side of his head bobbing. He looked around the booth with intelligent hazel eyes, completely overlooking Madeline.

Kumajiro, Madeline's familiar, let out a low growl at the boy. The boy jumped practically ten feet into the air and whipped his wand out on reflex. Kumajiro went cross-eyed trying to view the wand near his forehead, "Who are you?" The fact that the polar bear could talk seemed to frighten the boy even more.

"Shhhh, calm down, Kuma," Madeline cooed and sifted her fingers through Kumajiro's soft, milky white fur. The boy stared in unbelief at Madeline, only just realizing her presence in the train booth.

"W-Were you here the whole time, or...?" The boy spoke with a thick Italian accent, trying his best not to look scared.

"I was here the whole time," Madeline hummed and smiled softly as her familiar calmed down, "But it's fine, people forget and don't notice me all the time. I'm used to it by now. My name is Madeline Williams, by the way. Maddie to my friends."

"Lovino Vargas," Lovino introduced himself with slight pride, sitting up a little straighter, "Grandson of Arsenius Vargas and heir to the Vargas Mafia. When Grandfather dies, I am to become the leader of the family."

Madeline whistled at the impressive statement, "The Vargas heir, huh? That's really interesting."

"...Interesting?" Lovino seemed troubled by Madeline's statement, for whatever reason, and knitted his eyebrows together.

She raised a slender eyebrow and looked with subtle amusement through her wire-framed glasses, "Yes. Interesting. Is something wrong with that?"

"It's just...people usually start trying to kiss up to me, or start fawning over me when I say I'm the Vargas heir."

Madeline let out smooth, light laugh, "You couldn't pay me a million dollars to do that. Besides, it isn't that big of a deal. You're just a normal person who just happened to be born at the right time."

Lovino stared at Madeline with a dumbfound expression. His scowl softened ever so slightly and his shoulders relaxed, "You're different than most people."

"Good different or bad different?"

"Good different."

"Thanks. It helps to be different," Madeline smiled, "You know, I feel like I know you. I'm not sure why, but you seem vaguely familiar."

"Probably heard something about my family or something," Lovino shrugged.

"Ah, yes, that must be it."

There was blissful silent for a few minutes before Lovino spoke again, "Is this your first year at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, but I'm going with the Second Year class," Madeline replied.

"That's my year. Why, though? You transferring?" Lovino asked curiously.

"Honestly..." Madeline frowned and bit her lip, "I have no idea. My sister and I somehow lost our memories and were left on the street. Hagrid, I think that was his name, said we should've been sent the year before."

Hazel eyes scanned violet-blue ones with curiosity, "So you have no memory of your past or parents?"

"Yep," She replied simply, "It's all a blank. All I know is that Amelia is my sister and my familiar is named Kumajiro."

"Wow... That's really weird," Lovino muttered before catching himself, "N-Not that there's anything wrong with that!"

Madeline giggled, "It's fine, really."

"S-So..." Lovino searched his brain for a topic, "Do you know how you're going to be sorted?"

"I'll go in with the First Years," answered Madeline.

"Ah. You'll probably be a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw."

Madeline considered the reply and clicked her tongue, "That's what I'm thinking, but you never know. What house are you in?"

"Slytherin."

"Slytherin, eh?" Madeline laughed, "Better watch out for my sis, then. She's a total Gryffindor. She hasn't even stepped inside the place and she already hates Slytherin."

Lovino rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Ugh, I really hate Gryffindor. No offense, but I do."

"It's no problem," Madeline shrugged nonchalantly.

Before any more could be said, Amelia poked her head inside, "Get in your robes. We're nearing Hogwarts!"

-*O*=.=*O*-

Madeline and Amelia stared up in awe as they entered the Great Hall. Where the ceiling was meant to be, the night sky spread across like wallpaper. Madeline overheard someone say it was only bewitched to look this way. Even with this knowledge, it didn't wipe the amazement from the blonde's face.

A lady in her older years (fifties, maybe?) waltzed from her spot at the teacher's table. Her pointed hat tilted on her head at a seemingly impossible angle and her shimmering, emerald-black robes glided as she moved. She softly set an old brown hat upon a stool and the moment it began to sing, Madeline knew it was the Sorting Hat.

Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

The students applauded the song with wide grins. Madeline had to admit, seeing any kind of inanimate object talk was impressive, let alone singing.

The lady who had put the hat down, Minerva McGonnagall Madeline would later learn, opened a long scroll with the names of the new students.

"Burleson, Anna."

Around that time, Madeline zoned out. Although she was usually very patient, she didn't much feel like watching hundreds of students get sorted. It wasn't until her sister was called that she snapped out of her reverie.

"Jones, Amelia."

Madeline watched with attentive eyes as Amelia walked up the steps. It was obvious she was trying not to be nervous with that grin of her's. She shuffled onto the stool and waited calmly as the Sorting Hat was lowered onto her head. The Sorting Hat barely touched her head before shouting, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table let out a roar of approval and clapped to their hearts content. Amelia happily strode over to the table and sat down. Madeline watched her sister converse for a while, before quickly zoning out again.

"Williams, Madeline."

At the announcement of her name, Madeline's mouth went dry. Her throat seemed to swell up as she walked up the path to her future house. Her future family.

She sat down and shifted uncomfortably. She felt the weight of the Sorting Hat come onto her head, "Hmmm... You're a hard one... Loyal and kind as a Hufflepuff, but the wit of a Ravenclaw... There's a bit of bravery in there, but... Oh, what's this? Interesting, interesting!"

Madeline bit her lip as the Hat continued to ramble before coming to a decision, "Better be... SLYTHERIN!"

There was a brief moment where Madeline thought she was dreaming. That there had been a mistake, but the thought was quickly chased away when the Slytherin table roared with excitement. She slid off the stool and walked to the table in a dream-like trance. She was...a Slytherin?

She found a spot next Lovino and hugged Kumajiro for comfort. Of all the houses, this was the one she least expected to get. Madeline looked over at Lovino, finding surprise in his hazel eyes, "Well... That was unexpected."

"Yeah..." Madeline muttered and shuffled in her seat, "I didn't expect it either."

"Well, you shouldn't think about it too much."

They stayed silent as Dumbledore gave the usual beginning of the year speech, expressing the importance of not going into the Forbidden Forest. He smiled brightly and with a wave of his hands, the food appeared upon the table. The houses greedily dug in, very pleased by the wonderful food.

In mid-bite, a platinum blonde slid in front of Madeline. Lovino tensed up at the sight of him and glared coldly into his silvery, light blue eyes. The boy, unperturbed by the glare, smirked with an air of confidence around him, "Hello. My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. I hear you're joining this year's class, Miss...?"

"Madeline Williams," Madeline supplied, "And that's correct."

"Well, it'll certainly be a pleasure to have you around," And just like that, Draco was gone.

Madeline looked where Draco had only been moments before and spoke, "He seems...nice."

"Pfft," Lovino scrunched his nose with distaste, "You don't want to consort with his type."

"The rich, spoiled, brat, etc. type, you mean?" Madeline smirked.

"Yes. Plus, your origins are unknown. In Draco's mind, you're most likely a muggleborn, which means you'll be subjected to a lot of bullying. Watch out for him, understand?" Lovino explained with a scowl and diverted his hazel eyes, "I don't usually worry about people. You should be grateful."

"Oui. Don't worry, I understand," Madeline smiled. She was actually very thankful that Lovino had even bothered to notice her. She had walked onto that train, fully expecting that she had to learn the roots and fundamentals of magic on her own. But, contrary to her mindset, Lovino had sat in her train compartment. That meant everything to Madeline.

Lovino suddenly looked at Madeline strangely, "French?"

"Eh?'

"You said oui," Lovino further explained, "Are you French?"

Madeline blinked in surprise, "I... Don't know. I mean, I guess I have to be if I said that, so..." As she trailed off, a piercing headache suddenly jabbed at her brain. She gasped and clenched her eyes shut. She heard Lovino call out to her, but his voice was muddled. All at once, she was pushed into a scene.

Madeline's mouth quirked upwards in a small, nostalgic smile. White snow gently fell from the sky and settled in thick, glistening layers on the ground. Kumajiro stumbled through the frozen, white blanket with his wet nose searching for something to chew on.

"Your place is too cold, Canada!" Amelia whined, pulling her winter jacket tighter around herself.

Madeline simply rolled her eyes, "No, it's not. You're just a wimp when it comes to the cold, America."

"AM NOT!"

"Madeline!"

Madeline looked around the Great Hall in a panic. Just...just what happened?! Was that a...memory?

"Madeline, are you all right?" Madeline whipped her gaze back onto Lovino. His eyebrows were furrowed with worry, breaking his usual scowl expression. She felt guilty for making him worry, but had to take a breath before she could quench his need for answers.

"O-Oui, I'm fine," There was that French again, "I... Apparently, I'm not French. I'm Canadian."

"How...?"

"I believe I just had a vision of my past..."