In the ruins of the village of Godric's hollow there was no sign of life, except for in a small Cottage that was owned by the Potter family. Within the in house there were two children but they both had drastically different looks. The oldest, a boy, had pitch black hair and emerald green eyes, which was the complete opposite of the girl. Her hair was blond and her eyes were a soft blue, she had no scars on her. The two were separated in different rooms.
The young boy was in a child's room, in a crib. However, the girl was in an untouched room that belonged to the parents. She was sound asleep and did not wake when her older brother, by only five months, started to cry.
There was a bright light from outside before a large shabbily dressed man entered the house and picked up the boy from his crib.
"its alrigh' now 'arry," he said as he left with the small boy. The girl, at the sound of the retreating motorbike woke up and looked around. She had no clue about what had happened whilst she was asleep. She was alone and could only wait for anyone to remember that she was there.
She started to cry in hopes that her mummy or daddy would come and get her. They would never leave her behind. When no one came, she cried harder. She was hungry, lonely and scared. She cried herself to sleep and when she awoke there were strange people in the house.
She could hear their voices, hear their footsteps. Her hunger was causing her immense pain and so, once again she started to cry. It had worked with the red head and brunet from before after all.
The strangers stopped talking and listened before hurrying after the sound of the crying child.
"Iggy! In here!" One of them, a man, yelled from the door. Two others men joining the man outside the door before entering the room. All of them had blond hair, were all male, but each of them had a different eye colour.
The shortest had shining emerald green eyes and very large eye brow, the second had sparkling sapphire eyes and the third had soft violet eyes and looked very soft himself. Each had a different reaction to the girl. The blue-eyed man seemed uneasy with the small child, the green-eyed man seemed furious about something, and the violet eyed man slowly walked forward and picked her up gently.
"We can't leave her here," He said to his two companions who both nodded before leaving with the small girl before the muggle police arrived to evaluate the crime scene.
The three men went to a small white cottage in the English countryside and went on to planning what to do with the small blond baby girl.
"We could send her to an orphanage?" One suggested as the little girl sat and watched from where she had been placed, in a pile of blankets and pillows.
"We can't! She has living relatives. We can send her to them," the shortest one stated plainly. The other two complained furiously about the idea. The relatives had no clue that she existed, they would never take her in.
"One of us could take care of her?" the gentle man said quietly to the others, so quietly that the small girl didn't even hear it. The two other blonds blinked before actually thinking over the idea. It wasn't like they had never raised a child before; no, they all had plenty of experience raising children. They were all well off, most nations were in all due respect. But they had never cared for a human child.
"I already have the states. I don't have the time to raise her," the blue eyed one complained before being hit on the head by the shorter man.
"Well I can't do it. I am much too busy running my country and dealing with the rest of the United Kingdom to raise her!" the shortest proclaimed as he took a seat in a large arm chair. The two who had opted out of caring for the child looked to that last of their group who looked confused before realising what they were thinking.
"Well I guess I could," He said quietly. The other two grinned and patted him on the back before the little girl started to cry again. She hadn't eaten in over 12 hours. The men all freaked out before jumping into action to find out what was wrong. The shortest did a nappy check, but that wasn't it. The blue-eyed man tried playing with her, but she didn't want to play, before, finally, the gentle one tried feeding her.
The shorter one had raised many children and so had things like bottles and other necessary items. After fixing up a bottle for the little one he took her from the blue eyed one and started to feed her. She greedily drank the full bottle. Afterwards the gentle one made sure she had no wind before placing her down once again and turning to his companions.
"I think it's time we went home Alfred," the violet eyed one said to the blue eyed one, Alfred. Alfred, in return, nodded before grabbing his backpack and dashing to the door, but not before saying farewell to the green-eyed man when he was at the door.
"Bye England!" He yelled before running out of the door to who knows where. England, or Arthur as he was known by some of his peers, shook his head and turned to the other blond who had picked up the small girl and wrapped her up in a blanket to keep her warm.
"Take care of her Matthew," was all he said before Matthew left the house, and headed for home. Canada. Matthew, you see, was the personification of the parliament of Canada. He wasn't often noticed or remembered by the other nations, but he was very good at certain things. He could cook, he could keep the peace, and he could play amazing pranks but most of all he was the best hockey player there was. Now Canada only had one problem. What should he name his new charge? He didn't know her name but he knew her last name was Potter. But that would be replaced with Williams, since she would be his.
"What to name you?" He asked himself. He could think of many names but it had to be something special, something with meaning, and something that had an important reason. And then it hit him. His father, France, had once told him about a brave girl who was sent by god during the 100-year war. But he couldn't quiet remember her name. Jane? Jean? No, they weren't right. Something D'Arc. That was it! he remembered.
"Jeanne. That will be your name" He said as they arrived at the airport where Matthew's privet jet was waiting for him, and his little Jeanne. Jeanne giggled at the name and blew some spit bubbles at Canada before she yawned and settled in for a nap. When they reached her new home, she would need all her energy, especially when the provinces, territories and other nations hear about him adopting a human child.
The plane ride was rather uneventful. Jeanne woke up and needed her nappy changed and then played with Canada's, much larger than her own, hands. When they landed, they exited the plane and Canada was greeted by his people. Each country knew of its nation's existence, but not of other nations, and all respected them. Canada was no different. Once he had made it out of the airport and home again he relaxed. The provinces were dealing with any problems they had, the territories too, the other nations had no clue about Jeanne's existence yet, and it would stay that way until Canada decided she was old enough to meet the others, and Jeanne seemed to really like the house that Canada lived in.
The house was large and made mostly from wood. It had a calm feeling to it and it even had a polar bear plush on the couch across from the arm chair that the two inhabitancies inhabited. But the plush bear wasn't stuffed.
"Who is she?" It asked as it toddled over to get a better look at Jeanne, who also got a good look at the small bear, although to her the bear was rather big. Canada shifter Jeanne in his arms and gently picked the bear up so that it sat on his lap, giving him a better view of the new face in his home.
"This, Kumajiro, is Jeanne. She's going to be living here with us from now on" The Canadian said as he watched the two interact. Jeanne's eyes sparkled as they watched the bear move. She had once seen a stuffed bear move, the man with black hair had done it, but she had never heard one talk before. It was quiet odd to the small child.
"Hello?" The bear said as it placed a small paw on the even smaller hand that belonged to the new arrival. In return Jeanne giggle and grabbed the soft paws to inspect them. She was confused when she could not find any seams that held it together. She continued her search until the phone rang.
It was Canada's mobile so he managed to answer it easily. He expected a call from his boss or maybe his provinces or territories, but what he did not expect was a very giddy France to be calling him.
"Mon petite is it true?" He asked excitedly. Canada was shocked, and Jeanne had stopped her inspection after hearing the new voice coming from the small black block (A/N: If America can use google earth during World War 2 then Canada can have a smart phone in 1981) Canada paled when he heard his father figure on the other end of the line. What had America done this time?
"Papa what are you talking about?" He asked, knowing full well what the older nation was asking about. France laughed his signature laugh and rambled on about a small blond child, England and finally America telling him all about it.
"Oui Papa, I did take her in," Canada confirmed. On the other end, he could hear France re-telling the information to someone before asking what her name was. Canada could swear he heard a 'Keseseseses' and a 'Fusosososososo' in the back ground but chose to ignore it in favour of answering his papa's question.
"Well I didn't know her name and England didn't either so I decided to name her Jeanne, after the girl you told me about when I visited you when I was younger," Canada explained, expecting an excited squeal but what he got was a strange, sort of, stressed noise. The phone on the other end was shifted from the petrified French man's hands and into that of the Prussian's.
"Gutten tag Birdie!" the Prussian yelled causing the Canadian to cringe. The Prussian was his friend but he was also very loud. Jeanne had stopped playing with Kuma's paws and tried to reach for the phone. It was new and she like new things. She gave a laugh when some of Kuma's fur tickled her and sneezed when it tickled her noise.
"Birdie you have to bring her to the next meeting!" Prussia yelled and there were mumbles of agreement from the other people on the other end of the phone. The world wanted to meet Jeanne Williams. And so, they did.
Authors note: Hello, welcome to the first chapter of book 1! This was a mind bunny I had a while ago and it has multiplied into a long series of books for the Hetalia/Harry potter fandom. Please leave a review and stay posted for chapter 2 which shouldn't take too long. My goal is to post once or twice a month and I will try my best to stick to that.
Till next time
~Scarlet