To say the least, Australia was bored. Like really bored.

He sat in the meeting room, getting absolutely nothing done as usual. Everyone was fighting, disagreeing, yelling, and just being chaotic in general as usual.

He drummed his fingers on the wooden table, wondering about why everyone even bothered to have meetings. It's not like they get anything done anyways during their chaotic hours. Besides, their bosses did most of the meetings anyways to get things done and accomplish something.

So why bother the nations to have them?

Oh, right.

Because their bosses want them to feel important. At least, that is what his boss had told him.

"Australia, what's your opinion on the matter?" Germany asked. Nevertheless, Australia had no idea what he had said, for he was too busy thinking why their having meetings. He also didn't notice when everyone actually settled down and got into business mode.

"I think this is pointless and that I would rather be wrangling up some crocodiles. That or go for a run, swim, or do anything but be here."

"I mean the matter at hand!"

Australia moaned his boredom and annoyance. "I honestly don't ca-," Australia was cut short, for England abruptly began to have a coughing fit.

France began to attempt to help him, but England waved him off. France had laid off, but like everyone else, he remained a little worried.

Even though the Australian was a bit far from him, he still saw a red liquid cover England's hands that he had used to cover his mouth. However, it seemed that only he and France had noticed somehow.

Once England finished, he placed his hands in his lap and looked at everyone. "I'm fine. Just - just a bit of a cough is all," he said, but when he smiled, Australia saw the pain. France clasped a hand on his shoulder, looking him in the eye.

"I said I'm fi-" another coughing fit began. This one worse than the last. It was rigged and rough. Sounded painful. This time, the blood was noticeable for all to see.

"Mon ami!"

"I - cough - said I'm - cough - fine!" He growled in between coughs. He stood up and headed for the door, but began to collapse. Australia was up in an instant and caught him. He picked him up bridal style, not caring that his cloths were beginning to get blood on them.

"I'm taking him home, mates." He didn't even bother to wait for their responses. Luckily, the meeting that week was held in England.

He placed the Brit in the back of his truck and drove off to his house. He noted that he would have to clean the back of his car from the blood after, but he didn't care. He was more worried about his mum than his car. Besides, it's a car. It's replaceable. Family aren't.

Once he got home, he took him out of his car and brought him to his bedroom. He pulled out some new clothing for England to change into and left him to change in privacy.

As England regained some strength and consciousness, he got changed. Australia headed for the bathroom to wash off the blood before it had stained his clothing. He could care less, but knowing how one of his brothers (cough New Zealand cough) is, he rather not push his luck.

Once he returned to the bedroom, England was properly dressed and was laying on the bed and was staring at nothing in particular.

"Mum?"

England, or Arthur, turned his head towards his old colony. "Could you quit with the ridiculous name? It's just as bad as 'Iggy'!" He growled. Australia, or Jett, just laughed at this.

"Never!"

England rolled his eyes, vexed at his younger sibling. "Whatever…" he said tiredly. "You didn't have to bring me here, nor help me. Honestly. I'm-" He began to cough once more, alarming Australia.

"What's wrong? You shouldn't be like this! Your economy is fine, there is no war nor fights going on, nothing wrong with the weather, you should be fine!"

"Yes, I know everything is okay… but it's not a normal kind of attack… it's a magical attack…" England said.

"Magic? Like when I went to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, that kind of magic. But worse."

"Can you explain a bit further?

"There's a wizard. I think you've heard of him. His name is Voldemort. He's been going on a killing spree, deaths after deaths. It hurts far worse than wa-" a cough interrupted him. "Worse than war. He's killing so many innocent lives, so many at the same time."

Australia looked at his mentor with all his attention. He had heard about the Dark Lord before and nothing good about the man. His skin began to boil.

"What can I do?"

England was taken aback by how serious Australia was. The only time he saw him so serious was when he was either trying to tame some animal that was putting others in danger, (which was hardly ever, seeing as though he acts like crocs and snakes are fluffy bunnies) or when it came to sports. Especially swimming.

"Nothing. An-" another fit happened, but this time there was some blood. Australia quickly ran over and got him a bucket from the cleaning closet.

"And I don't want you to get involved, Australia."

"I'm not asking you what I can do; I'm demanding to know what I can do."

England looked into Australia's green eyes that seemed to be boring into his head. He sighed and looked away, not able to meet the younger nation's eyes.

"You've heard the prophecy, correct?"

"Yes. Who hasn't?"

"Then go to Hogwarts. Protect the boy. He's going to need all the help he can get this year. From what I've heard, they're doing the Tri Wizard Tournament. I have a feeling something bad is going to happen to him." Australia nodded at the instructions he was given.

"Alright, I will."

"I'll send a request letter to Dumbledore. He'll understand. Thank you. It means a lot that you care."

"Your welcome. Now, get some sleep, mum."

"AUSTRALIA!"

"Love you!"

Hello, my dear Potatoes! I'm sorry I created yet another story. I get writer's block here and there, but in between the time, I come up with another idea. That or I begin to work on something else to be a bit productive. But this one will be updated more fast, I think. I hope you enjoyed it and are doing well! Stay awesome!

~Misty