This is my first story. No excuses though, if you notice a problem with my grammar and spelling, have at me. I apologize now for any OOC characters, I'm not used to writing these particular ones.
If you were expecting an action packed story full of awesome plot and well planned out, please look elsewhere. For you will be sorely disappointed with this. There is absolutely no plot, I write it as it comes to me. If you happen to have a suggestion as to what comes next, please inform me and I will consider adding it. Inspire me.
Disclaimer: All characters and locations belong to Himaruya Hidekaz and J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the idea for this particular crossover.-
Leon hated his brother. He really did.
His older brother, Yao, had conveniently forgotten to mention the magical heritage Leon had inherited from both Britain and China.
He, conveniently, remembered it when Leon accidentally blew a hole in Yao's wall. His fireworks had gone wrong and his absolute terror had triggered a magical response.
Which had, of course, enhanced the firework.
Now, he was with his other older brother, Arthur, aka England. He was being lectured on the new school he was being sent to so he could control his newfound magic. Since he was a country, his magical abilities were incredible, but wild.
Every country had a magical community, but some were more pronounced, like England, Romania, Norway, China, Iceland, and now Hong Kong. This enhanced magical community led to a manifestation of magical power in the anthropomorphic countries. Hong Kong would have noticed and developed his magical powers, had his magical community not only now grown to the point of manifestation.
"Come on, Leon. We don't have time to waste. We have to gather your school supplies, send a letter to Dumbledore to apprise him of the situation, and verse you on the cover story." Arthur called, dragging his younger sibling through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. "Arthur, doesn't Emil have a budding magical community?" Leon asked, trying to drag his best friend and secret crush into this too.
Arthur stopped, and turned to look at Leon. "You know, I think you're right. Let's call Lukas." Leon was yanked to the side of the busy sidewalk, and Arthur pulled out his phone, which was specially designed to work in magic-saturated areas. Leon waited patiently, tired of this whole ordeal. He watched the passerby as Britain consulted his friend on the state of Emil's magical control.
"Alright then, meet us at Ollivander's in about two hours." Arthur replied. "Yes, yes, alright. I'll tell him. Goodbye Lukas." Arthur hastily hung up. He huffed in an exasperated manner and looked at Leon. "We're going to meet up with Lukas and Emil at the wand shop after we collect the rest of your supplies. Come along then." Leon didn't have time to smirk at the thought of Emil being tugged around by his 'big brother' to go school shopping. He did, however, smile when he realized that Emil would be going to school with him.
Two hours later, Arthur and Leon stood in front of Ollivander's, the wand shop. Leon had gotten over the small batch of excitement at the idea of going to a mortal school with Emil, and was now struggling to hold all of his books. England finally noticed his struggle, and tapped the books with his wand. They shrunk to about pocket size, and Leon caught them as they fell through the space they had just occupied. "So, like, when are they supposed to be here?" Leon asked, glancing around for a familiar head of silver hair. "Right about n- Oh! There they are!"
Leon looked over to where Britain had been looking, immediately spotting the two short, pale, Nordics in sailor suits. Both looked irritated and tired. Emil's eyes widened slightly, and his lips quirked up in a smirk. Mr. Puffin was perched on his head, drawing many stares, but he ignored them.
The personification of Iceland walked to stand near Leon while their older brothers talked. "Did you, like, expect to see us?" Leon cooed in his friend's ear. Emil shivered, but his face didn't change. "I didn't expect to see you. But, can't say I'm disappointed." Leon smiled and turned to follow the older boys into the wand shop.
It was cluttered and dim, but you could clearly make out the figure of an old man on a ladder. "Hello, just a-oh!" a croaky voice called out, presumably from the old man. "I haven't seen either of you two before." Ollivander was confused. He could sense the magical prowess of the two men before him, but he could not remember ever having sold them wands. And he remembered every wand he ever sold. "My apologies, Ollivander, but we have recently moved here. My friend Arthur here is our guide through the magical community of London. As my younger brother and his friend are enrolling in Hogwarts this year, we were in need of supplies." The older blonde in blue explained. Ollivander nodded amicably and approached the two boys.
Both had looks of tired superiority, which would have been intimidating, if not for the puffin and baby panda perched on their head and shoulder respectively. He smiled at them and disappeared down a hallway.
He dashed back in, carrying two long, narrow boxes. "Here, try these." he handed them each a box and they opened them. Emil glanced to his brother in confirmation, before flicking the gnarled black wand.
Pink flashes shot out of the tip, and they seemed to do no harm until they made a U-turn and headed straight for Leon. His eyes widened but he had no time to dodge. A pink explosion erupted around his face, and when the sparkly dust cleared, Leon's hair was a bright shade of bubblegum pink instead of its customary black.
Arthur turned away, hiding a smile. Lukas patted his brother on the back, smirking. Emil looked shocked, his face slowly trying to hide a smile, before he turned red and doubled over in laughter. "Shut Up! Fix it! Fix it!" Leon yelled, also trying not to laugh. His friend's laughter was infectious, despite the situation. Arthur turned back and snapped his fingers, returning Leon's hair back to its original color.
"That wand is Black Walnut and Unicorn Hair, should work well for healing and charms and such. Good for tricksters." Ollivander smiled, winking at the two boys. They shared conspiratorial grins and looked back at him.
Leon removed his wand from its box. It too was black, but the wood was sleek and smooth. He turned to Emil and swished the wand at him, hoping to get revenge for the previous slight. A flash of fire spat out, but only traveled a few inches before sputtering out and dyiing. Leon huffed and Emil smirked.
"Maybe another for you, then." Ollivander said, snatching the box and wand out of Leon's hands and disappearing down a different hallway. Emil and Leon shared a look, but glanced up when the old man returned. He handed the box to the Asian youth. Leon opened it and pulled out a long, thin, white wand. He flourished it and aimed at a vase (something not flammable and easily replaced) before flicking his wrist. Fireworks shot out of the wand and dashed around the room, completely avoiding the vase. Fortunately, nothing caught fire.
Ollivander took the wand and its case away from Leon once more, before returning to his aisles more slowly. It took him several minutes longer to return than the other times. When he did come back into the main area, the polite conversation died out and he handed a box to Leon. He opened it this time and revealed a medium length, pale brown wand. It was slightly bent and crooked down the shaft, but it was a beautiful wand. "This one is made of Gingko wood and Dragon Heartstring. I believe that the wood coming from Asia, as you do, might help make a connection." Ollivander explained. Leon nodded and swished the wand.
This time, a small stream of flame escaped the tip and floated around Leon's head, making his skin glowing a warm chestnut. Emil inhaled sharply at the beauty of his friend, and blushed when he realized that he thought about his friend in that way. "I like this wand, it didn't, like, try and kill me." Leon complimented. Ollivander smiled. "Dragon Heartstring is very powerful, and the Gingko wood helps tame it. Good for all kinds of spells." Ollivander smiled to the boys before turning to the older two to discuss payment.
"Alright, now for pets." Arthur said, heading in the direction of a pet shop. "I want to bring Mr. Puffin." Emil stated, "And I want to bring Panda!" Leon exclaimed, clutching the bear to his chest. Arthur sighed. "Well, they are technically magical creatures…I'll talk to Dumbledore about it. Come on then." he turned back to the café they had just passed, and entered.
"Are we really doing this?" Emil asked, pushing his cart of luggage through the crowd at the train station. "Yes, we, like, are. At least we're doing it, like, together." Leon suggested in a placating tone. Emil simply huffed. Their brothers had abandoned them at the train station with brief instructions on how to get to the train.
"We're supposed to walk through, like, a brick wall? What did Lukas say to do?" Leon asked. He didn't trust his brother with anything magical. Especially not in his country. "Lukas told me to do whatever Arthur said to." they shared a look before running at a brick wall, in-between platforms 9 and 10.
Rather than crash, they slid right through and onto another platform. This one was even more crowded than the last, people in robes and children everywhere. Leon caught sight of other people with carts like theirs, heading towards a sign that said 'Luggage Drop' he shrugged and followed them.
After a bit of confusion, Emil and Leon each had their carry-on and their pet, and were looking for a empty car on the train.
They found one, and were seated just as the train began to move. Leon huffed and leaned his head on Emil's shoulder, preparing to go to sleep. Emil smirked, and ran his fingers through Leon's hair once, before letting him sleep. He had begun to snore softly, when the compartment door was hurled open, and two loud boys entered.
One was quite tall and red headed, the other of average height with dark hair and glasses. They stopped talking when they noticed Emil and Leon. Emil glared at them when Leon's gentle breathing hitched, and he began to stir. "Fara aftur ad sofa, ast." Emil whispered to him, and Leon settled once more.
The two boys stood stunned, never having seen such an exotic pair of people before. "Well, sit down." Emil gestured at the bench across from him. They sat. "My name's Ron Weasley. Who're you?" the redhead, Ron, asked. "My name is Emil Bondevik. And he goes by many names." Ron was caught off guard by they way he referred to what they thought was his friend.
"Uh, my name is Harry Potter." Harry returned. Emil cocked his head. "I have heard of you before. My older brother has spoken of you. He is unimpressed with British magic, and so unimpressed by your feat of avoiding being killed at infancy. Don't take it personally though, my brother is hardly ever impressed." Emil explained. Harry nodded understandingly, though he did not understand at all.
The three chatted randomly, discussing useless information. Emil discovered that they too were first years and that Ron was the only one to have a magical family. When asked about his family, Emil simply stated that 'It was complicated.' It was. Emil had to explain the puffin and panda in crates as well.
When the 15 minute mark bell rang throughout the train, Emil turned to the boy sleeping soundly on his shoulder "Vakna, vid erum naestum parna." He called softly. The boy sat up and yawned. "Who, like, are they, Hai que?" he murmured, still half asleep. "They are Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Introduce yourself while I get our robes." Emil stood up and reached to pull out his carry on. "Why is your carry on full of food? I had to pack both of our robes." Emil asked, slightly frustrated. "That, like, is because that is the carry on I had when I went to Arthur's house. I packed enough food to keep me alive until I could, like, sneak away to the store." he explained yawning again. Emil shrugged and nodded, accepting the answer.
"Arthur is my older brother. He can't cook to save a life. Seriously, he, like, set fire to cereal once. My name is, like, sometimes Kaoru Li Xiao Wang. Other times, my name is Leon Kirkland." the brunette smirked. Emil dropped a pile of robes on his head, "You forgot to mention Jackass. Just call him Leon or Kaoru." Emil directed the last part at Harry and Ron. "Come on, get dressed, unnusti." Leon nodded and pulled the robes on over his head.
"What are those names you use for each other?" Ron asked. Leon spoke up, "We started calling each other pet names in our first languages, like, a long time ago, and we agreed to never ask or, like, look up what they meant." Ron nodded fake understandingly.
"So," Ron started, "which houses do you want to be in?"
"The same one." They answered in unison.
"Arthur told me about the different houses. Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and, like, Gryffindor." Leon added.
"Yeah, Slytherin for the cunning, Ravenclaw for the intelligent, Hufflepuff for the loyal, and Gryffindor for the brave." Ron confirmed.
"Well, we are cunning. Remember that time you helped me rig Matthias's Legos to explode after he ratted us out to Lukas?" Emil asked, turning to his friend.
"Yeah, and we're, like, intelligent too. Do you remember when we, like, beat Kiku on an I.Q. test?" Leon continued.
"Of course, and even when our brothers had a falling out and they tried to use us to get back at the other, we stayed friends. That counts as loyal right?" Emil added.
"I think that counts as loyal. Bravery….hmmm, What have we done that is, like, brave…I can't think of anything. You, xue xiong?" Emil shook his head.
"Oh well, we can still, like, be in the same house." Emil nodded. They heard the train whistle, and the door to the compartment was opened again.
This time, a girl about their age stood in the doorway. Her brown hair was fluffy and extremely curly. "Oh! Hello! Have you seen a toad around? A boy named Neville seems to have lost his." Harry shook his head and the girl huffed. She glanced at Ron, who was stuffing his face with candy Harry had bought when the trolley came by. "You've got a bit of dirt on your nose." she gestured to her own face, "Just there." Ron rubbed furiously at his nose, looking to Harry for confirmation that it was gone. Harry shrugged and turned back to the frizzy-haired girl. "My name is Hermione Granger. And you are?" her voice was polite, but in a 'I'm-better-than-you' way, which made her seem kind of prissy.
"Ron Weasly." It sounded more like 'On Weashlie' but it was his name nonetheless.
"Harry Potter." Harry held out his hand, and she took it with awe.
"I'm, like, Leon Kaoru Wang and this is Emil Bondevik." Leon spoke this time, Emil becoming shy with the new person.
Hermione nodded and turned to leave, before sticking her head back in the doorway to say, "We're about to arrive. I suggest that you get your robes on." She said this while pointedly staring at Harry and Ron, noting the robes in Emil's hands and on Leon. She left after that, closing the compartment door behind her.
The boat ride to the castle was somewhat boring. The frizzy-haired girl, Hermione, rode with them. The castle itself was beautiful.
It was huge and Victorian style, almost vampire-lair like. Emil's cousin Vlad would be proud.
A huge, giant of a man named Hagrid was in the boat at the front of the fleet that carried all of the first years to the underground cavern. Apparently Harry knew him.
The inside of the castle was even more impressive. You could have fit an entire house in the entrance hall alone. Moving paintings lined the walls, greeting the new students. Occasionally a ghost would drift through the walls and a student would scream.
At the end of the hall, a scary looking woman in green robes stood. When they reached her, she introduced herself. "I am Professor McGonagall. You will wait here until I return to bring you to the sorting ceremony." She turned and exited through a large set of doors.
As soon as she was gone, excited chatter broke out among the students. Leon and Emil ignored most of it, but when a boy with white blonde hair approached Harry, they were curious.
"So, what they said on the train is true. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." more chatter broke out, excited and gossipy whispers. "My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ron snorted. Draco whipped around to look at him. "Think my name's funny do you? Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley." The disgust in his voice was clear, and Ron's face hardened.
"You'll soon discover that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to be hanging around with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Malfoy held out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry looked at it for a moment, before responding, "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Draco's face contorted with anger, and he was about to respond with something scathing, but the door behind him opened up to reveal Professor McGonagall.
"Come along then. They're ready for you."