During a car ride I came up with this idea for a story. I like the oc!Portugal stories and I decided to make my own. I find it weird that there isn't actually a Portugal character, though there's been some sketches. I apologize for ny OOC-ness in this chapter. For anyone who is reading my main story, More Heroes (yay) I am almost done with the next chapter though I could use a beta reader.

Update: I am co-writing this with Mgr6. Also I fixed grammar issues, added line breaks and put more info about Maria/Portugal.

England

England was screwed (how is it that I always write my beginnings that way?). The death eaters were really getting to him. If it was up to him, Voldemort would be dead in the ground, but of course, there had to be a bloody prophecy. He kept an eye on Harry but helping him was restricted. Then he came up with an idea. Sure if it went wrong they would never forgive him, but it was worth a shot.

"Hey Portugal, could you come over for a little bit?"

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"So, in short you want me to go to England to a school of wizards and help defeat one that went bad." Portugal summed up. "How many drinks have you had?" England sighed. Maria was his oldest ally and the most trustworthy even after he betrayed her couple of times. He never would have insisted on that railroad (research/google this, it if one of the times they have fought) if he knew the consequences.

"Maria, I only had one, and you know as well as I do that magic exists. How else could you explain how a dead rooster can come back to life?" She glared at him sharply. There was an old story about the rooster of Barceló's, and how it saved an innocent man. (It's an old story that is just the basics of it.)

"That was justice not magic. And while I know magic exists, shouldn't this be your job?" He knew she was going to say that.

"I need reinforcements. This is starting to get too big to handle on my own. I am also going to ask America and Canada for some help. Maybe some others." Her shoulders relaxed a little bit. He knew she was on good terms with the two of them.

Now came the hard part. He knew she was alive for hundreds of years so this was going to be a bit awkward. "There is one more thing. Since it is a school…" she saw where he was going.

"You are going to have to de-age me, aren't you?" She said with her hand on the hilt of her sword. He winced.

"Only at sixteen, and I'm going to do it to myself, America and Canada. They'll be fifteen." Her shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry, but I really do need your help."

She gave a soft smile. "It's nice to see you groveling at my feet sometimes. I'll do it, as long as you pay me back in some way." She held out her hand to shake on it, the universal symbol of sealing a deal. He took her soft but worn hand and shook it.

"Deal. Now you are going to need something…" he fumbled through his desk drawers until he found a small slender box. Inside it was a-

"A stick?" she asked frowning.

"A wand." He corrected. "It is how wizards do magic." She looked at him in recognition. He had used his own in front of her before. "Yours is ten inches, made of olive and dragon heartstring. Slightly springy." She took the wand and gave it a wave. Red, green, and yellow sparks shot out of the tip. Arthur smiled. "I figured this will suit you the most, if it didn't we would have to go to Olivanders, a wand craftsman."

"So do you want to go call America and Canada over?" she asked him.

"Right. I don't have wands for them; we'll have to buy them. I called them a bit after you; they should be here just about…" There was strong knocking at the door. "Now." He finished.

"Hey England!" America said coming into the room. He saw Portugal dip her head respectfully towards them. He knew that Portugal had known them since they were little, and was the first to recognize the United States as a country.

Canada came after him, looking like he was going to turn invisible. "Hello Canada." Portugal greeted. He turned to look at her surprised and she raised an eyebrow. "I'm a world traveler, remember? In addition, I knew you guys since you were young. You used to love playing with my adopted daughter Brazil." She said smiling. "Oh lord that makes me feel old." She groaned. She was around the same age as him actually in this personification, but he knew she was centuries old. The only way that showed was the grey streak in her hair, a result of all the stress she had gone through over the years. He felt guilty since he knew he caused some of that.

He went on to explain everything about magic to Alfred and Matthew. It took a couple of spells to convince them Magic was real, but after that, they seemed hooked on the idea of doing it themselves. "I have one other question though, how does she know about magic?' Matthew asked pointing to Maria. She clenched her fists for a second. England knew that the gesture was disrespectful in her country. (I remember reading that on Culturegrams while doing research, though I have no idea if this is true.)

"I've been friends with him longer than the two of you have even existed. While my country doesn't have any witches and wizards, I know about them because of him." She replied smoothly. "Who do you think he vents to when this happens, the other nations would think he's insane!" He winced.

"I'm going to need you guys to come with me to Hogwarts. In order to do so I'm going to have to make you guys become fifteen. Maria and I will be at sixteen." He said taking out his wand. (The difference in age is because I think it would be weird if they were the same age when England and Portugal are much older) "I'll do it to myself first." He held the wand over his head and said, "Factus iuvenis." (Used Google translate for this, rough translation of become young I think. relevant question: you think Snape knows Latin?) He looked at himself in the mirror. He became slightly taller and his eyebrows were less bushy. Any signs of aging were gone.

"That's what he looked like when he was young?!" America said startled. He resembled America enough that they could be siblings.

"Yep, this is what he looked like when I first met him." Portugal said nodding.

England pointed his wand and Portugal and repeated "Factus iuvenis." Maria's hair shortened and her grey streak was gone. Many of her scars from over the years were gone, except for the one on her eye. Her eyes were a brighter emerald green.

"Whoa, Portugal was hot back then?" America murmured. Something boiled in the pit of England's stomach.

"What do you mean? I am always hot; I live in a warm climate" Portugal said puzzled. England breathed a sigh of relief, thank God it didn't translate.

"Never mind let me do the spell on you two now." He said waving his wand dismissively.

England repeated the spell on America and Canada. They reverted to the age they were around the revolutionary war. England rubbed a scar from that; he still hated the idea of going to war with them. "Let's go, we need to get some supplies." With that, they left off to Diagon Alley.

Here's the info for Portugal, there's weird spaces that I cannot seem to fix

Country: Portugal
Capital: Lisbon

Birthday: either June 10 (Portugal day, day of death of her famous poet Luís Vaz de Camões) or June 24 (day Afonso Henriques proclaimed himself prince and later king of Portugal)

Official Language: Portuguese, you'll often hear her speak it when she doesn't want anyone else to understand at Hogwarts.

Official Flower; Lavender
Human Name: Maria Henriques
Looks: Generally like the sketches, she has brown hair often pulled into a braid and green eyes. Also carries a sword. Normally wears worn boots and an old jacket she uses for fishing
Personality: A bit stubborn, but generally smart as she actually has one of the oldest universities in the world. She also is very defensive about herself as she has maintained her borders for centuries. You do not want to insult her, as she can pack a punch.
Relation to other countries:

England: She is his oldest ally but they have an awkward relationship. They are not dating anymore because of the railroad incident when both of them wanted to build a railroad connecting their colonies in Africa but England won out. The treaty of Windsor always seems to work in his favor. Their feelings of romance are a bit confused. She is also the one who introduced tea to him, and he is forever grateful.

America and Canada: She cares about them a lot since she knew them ever since they were little. She has empathy for Canada as their brothers overshadow both of them.

Spain: Can't stand her brother, she had far too many wars with him. She knows even now he wants her to become a territory of his. One of the reasons she carries around her sword.

Asian Countries: Are good friends with them, as she traded with them.

France: she slaps him every time he flirts with her. The other reason for carrying her sword, she is still wary of him after the Napoleonic wars. He fortunately was never able to conquer her.

Germany: she has a respectful relationship with him. In WWI she was dragged into the war when she honored the Anglo-Portuguese alliance by seizing his ships. In turn he declared war on her and she lost seven-thousand citizens. In WWII she had her own problems, since at that time her boss was Salazar, a communist. He admires one of her soldier's bravery (Aníbal Milhais) in the war who had defended the rest of the retreating allies with just his machine gun. He sympathized with the Axis and traded with them, but didn't support them in war. With the Allies Portugal allowed them to use a naval base in Azores though Germany didn't attack her because of that. In the modern world she gets along with him better than some other European countries, since he never tried to invade her. He also gets along well with her since he thinks she is the only one of the Roman Empire's descendants who really tried to live up to his name. (This is a bit longer than others since I thought it would take a bit of time explaining. Annoyingly my textbook never mentions Portugal entering WWI so I googled this and used a book from the library)

Roman Empire: Her father. She inherits her dark hair and created her own empire, one of the first to do so in centuries (the Holy Roman Empire doesn't count since it wasn't holy, it wasn't roman, and it wasn't much of an empire.) She also inherited an obsession with fish (it was a staple in their diet).

Muslim Empire: Her adopted mother. She kicked her out because of clashes in religion and her people wanted freedom and to not be controlled. However her language changed because of the Arabic, and became the poetic language we know today. She also adopted architecture and art from both the Muslim Empire and the Roman Empire. She also still has an astrolabe invented by the Muslim Empire. (This is my own idea, and the Muslim empire occupied Portugal from about 700 A.D. to 1143 A.D. if I am correct.)

Likes: Fish and fishing, cooking, soccer.
Dislikes: Her brother Spain and France, anyone who messes with her or her colonies and England.
Religion: Catholic
Crush: Um… fine it's England

Pets: Galo (rooster/cockerel) de barcelos, a black rooster with symbols on it named Cruz (cross) and a rare Iberian lynx kitten named Augusta.