Hetalia not mine, neither is HP.

Crossover starting fifth year. My take on how the events would have unfold if the nations would have participated. That said, this won't be loyal to the book, only key events will remain.

This fic will have two narrators. One will be for the nations, thus this narrator will call them by their country name. The other narrator will only have Harry's view point and the narrator will call the nations by the names Harry knows, the human names.

That aside, enjoy please.

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England woke up in the middle of the night. He was sweating, very similar to how one would sweat after running a marathon. He also felt restless and afraid.

He knew what this feeling meant. It meant someone was about to put in danger his people.

He tried to regain his sleep, but to no avail. He stared at the ceiling, concentrating, trying to push away the horrible feeling. Futile.

Not able to sleep or rest, England decided to try to guess what could be inducing this feeling of fear, this bad omen.

He started thinking, trying to find who could want to harm him, after mentally going trough a long list of possibles treats, he decided that no one, or at least no nation, wanted to harm him. It was someone from inside.

That hurt more, his own people killing each other, it was the worst feeling. This one even worse because of the magnitude England felt it, this individual wanted to harm everybody he or she could.

He kept thinking, he was getting nowhere. He wished he could just magically get the name of this person, avoid any trouble before it started.

Magically...magic...oh bloody hell!

England got up and started pacing around his bedroom.

Magic, his magic community.

After 15 years, nothing of importance had happened. His relationship with his magic community was horrid.

Yes, England loved magic, wasn't he the country of magic?. Sadly, the people grew apart,

too much for his own taste. They became racist and saw the non-magical community as inferiors. Many wizards and witches denied this, however, if you speak about using something non-magical, like say a phone, they would think you're dumb or infatuated with muggle toys.

They also hid and erased non magical people's memory if they were saw, magically erasing someone memory can make them lose their mind, no one deserved that. It was a horrible practice. And England was only thinking about the good part of the magical society.

Then there were those who hated non-magical people, as well they hated wizards and witches that came from those. So much that a murderer with many followers rose to power, killing many people and destroying cities. He didn't participate in the capture of this criminal, he couldn't, time and his own distancing from the community didn't allow him.

Hell, he wasn't the only one distanced from his community, even France, Norway and Romania were distanced. They once chatted about the topic and they did agree, and it was probably the only time the four man agree at something, that the community grew apart to much and distanced itself from the other people.

Not only that, if you visited a normal wizard house, its painfully obvious to the sight that wizards distance themselves so much from non wizards that they even reject many technologies that would make their daily routines easier, even broad careers options. For example, TV didn't exist. Phones as well, and don't even think about anything related to knowledge, like computers.

Knowledge...that reminded England of that time his brother Scotland tried to extend the only British school contents. Hogwarts. His brother cared for his magic community, and the school is actually on his part. He saw the contents the school gave and wasn't happy.

England knew this was true, many important contents weren't included. Literature? No. Geography? Neither, Maths? Selective, History? The same and very limited.

Scotland tried to add some contents to the school, but ultimately failed. And it was when Scotland grew also apart. "It feels as if they teach them only magic so they can't live with the non magical community once they're out of school" He overheard his brother saying.

If he was honest, yes England himself wasn't good at performing magic, he failed...quite too many times. He didn't really feel like a loser, because it was the same with many nations, they have the potential, but usually not the time to go learn. BUT, England did have magic pets, he loved magical creatures, he knew that Romania had some pets dragons, Norway is friends with faeries and trolls and his brother himself had Ness.

England realized he started feeling a bit better, he sat again and meditated.

The feeling of fear ended up subsiding. England promised that the first thing he would do in the morning would be check the newspapers and ask his boss. If he was correct, it was from the magic community. If it was from there he would have to call an urgent meeting. Sadly if something happened to one magical community it ended up affecting them all.

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He was right, it was from his magical community.

A kid claimed that Voldemort had returned, yet papers and authorities claimed the contrary.

They lied, England knew it. And this reminded him of other aspect of the magical community he didn't like,

Their government was lacking. It also lied to their people.

They were trying to save their asses.

He decided to call for a meeting, and try to inform the situation.

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It was decided to call the meeting in Budapest.

Most nations were able to attend, thus after they settled their childish behavior England started explaining the situation.

"So its true?, did the so called 'Dark Lord' come back?" Asked Romania.

"Yes, he did, I felt him the night he returned."

"Wait people, explain to the ones that are left out!" claimed America "I'm REALLY lost here, who is this "Dark Lord", Who the heck calls himself "Dark Lord", is lame. Where does he owns land?"

"He also calls himself Lord Voldemort" Added France.

There were some snickers around.

"...Dude..really...? Was he bored or something? He's British but picked a french name or maybe is that an anagram of his name or some random brand he saw somewhere?...Or maybe the name of his dog?. Voldemort?...Voldy?...yeah he didn't take his time thinking it"

England had to hide his amused face before continuing.

"He is the head of an organization that killed many people, they killed non magical people, as well wizards and witches that came from those families. Of course, they killed their "enemies". They also tortured many people, destroyed many cities and important buildings, causing very high losses. And now newspapers deny his return"

Suddenly it hit them, why England called this meeting.

After some silence Russia spoke.

"Well comrade, I wish you luck in stopping this criminal"

"Sí, sí me too, well you see , Its nap time, Roma, lets go"

"The sheep ain't taking care of themselves alone"

"I have to go get drunk...somewhere"

Everybody starting leaving.

It was necessary for England to forget about his honor for a moment and ask for help.

Yeah, right, no.

"I understand if no one wants to help, its fine, and this meeting was to warn you all about the danger. " He smirked and lowered his voice just a little bit. "Its not like my boss was going to convince the bosses of the ones who were going to help to give them half their usual paperwork until this Dark Lord was caught"

And suddenly everybody stopped on their tracks.

"Say again?"