Harry Kirkland and the Triwizard Tournament

by Crazy as a Cheshire Cat

After being kicked out of the house by Vernon Dursley, Harry collapses in the snow and is found by England. Will the magical community be able to handle their savior after he was raised by countries? England/France(Authur/Francis) T for safety and because Hetalia is involved. on hiatus, up for adoption.

1. Prologue

Yes, yes. I know. I need to update my other stories. However, most of the in progress ones are up for adoption as of now. If you want one, just let me know. My muse for those is completely gone, and I would feel bad for just abandoning them. PM me if you want one. Now, welcome to my new story, Harry Kirkland.

~-~Prologue~-~

A young boy shivered in the cold, barely covered in the rags his aunt and uncle kept him in, he stumbled through the snow, feeling frost bite try to take his bare feet. His throat was already numb from the cold, but he tried one last time to yell for help, but instead came out a mangled warble. However, before he collapsed, he saw black boots and green pants before him and a worried voice asking after his well-being. The world soon went black.

.:':.***Hetalia!***.:':.

Emerald green eyes slowly opened and slowly focused. The boy looked around and tried to get out of the soft bed he was in, only to fall flat on his face. He slowly sat up and climbed back in carefully, being careful to not aggravate his injuries further. Although he was only eight, he knew what happened; he wasn't a stupid child by any means. While he was attempting to orient himself, the door slowly creaked open, and the boy found himself facing a blond man with huge eyebrows and green eyes.

The man noticed he was awake and-after putting down the tray he was holding-rushed over to the boy to check on him. After making sure there was no fever remaining, he rewrapped the boy's feet, to minimal protest. Standing, he looked at the boy, with soft eyes creased in worry.

"Hello lad, what's your name?" He asked, despite already having suspicions after seeing the lightning bolt scar. "Why were you out in that storm?"

The child looked at him-warily, the man noted-before responding in a raspy voice, "My name? I'm not sure, sir. My aunt and uncle always call me Freak, and my cousin calls me Punching bag. My parents are dead, they died in a car crash, you know." He answered innocently, deciding the man would've already hurt him if he had any intentions to do as such. "I was kicked out of the house by my uncle, and decided to run away. I got lost and passed out. Now, Who're you?"

Looking slightly shocked, the man replied slightly shakily, "My name is Authur Kirkland. My boy, do you believe in magic?"