A/N: Since I've been in this huge Harry Potter kick lately (beginning when I discovered a most beautiful story by the name of Against the Moon by Stoplight Delight, which I highly advise you to read: if you are into Remus and the Marauder's school years. Be warned: It is a work in progress with already 500k words, but well worth the wait for new chapters), I decided to explore the realm of HP fanfiction myself and what better way to start, than a Hetalia-crossover? Besides, who the hell doesn't love Harry Potter?
This is a sneak-peek of sorts. I just want to test it and I WILL be posting up the full chapter(s) once I am finished with them.
I don't own Hetalia or anything related to Harry Potter.
Everything had happened so quickly. Matthew felt like his head was spinning (he checked his reflection in the window to make sure). The summer had faded fast and he was now on his way to his first year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He could remember the day he and his step-brother had gotten their acceptance letters. They arrived on different days and that caused some awful worry for the family.
Poor Matthew was ragged the day his acceptance letter finally arrived, a week after Alfred's. He had been so worried that he had possibly done something to not be accepted, but for the life of him, couldn't think of anything he could have done wrong.
But either way, they were both accepted and their parents (Alfred's father and Matthew's mother) celebrated the event by going out to buy the boys their first pet from Diagon Alley. Alfred ooh-ed and aww-ed over all the miniature dragons and poisonous snakes and deadly spiders that crawled around their cages, but he (thankfully) decided upon an owl. And Matthew, not seeing the right pet for himself, opted out of the rat his father tried to offer.
After that, their school lists came and it was back to Diagon Alley for their supplies. Robes and books and cauldrons were first and lastly, their wands. It was a tense moment for the boys, but Mr. Ollivander was very helpful in finding their perfect match.
The rest of the summer was spent reading up their books (Hogwarts, A History was truly fascinating) and wondering what House they would be sorted in.
"I'll be a Gryffindor for sure! No doubt about it!" Alfred cheered at most dinners.
"You come from a long line of Gryffindors, Al, so I don't see why not," their father said.
Matthew would mostly begin playing with his food as soon as the talk of Houses came up. He was too nervous to be excited like Alfred, but his mother always knew what to say to calm him down. "You would make a great Ravenclaw, Matthew. But maybe an even greater Hufflepuff." And she would smile and rub his shoulder gently as he smiled shyly at her.
