Harry Potter and Hetalia Crossover
Black Magic in the House
Chapter 1
Letters to Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter. They belong to their respective owners.
A/N: Hello everyone! This is my second Crossover Story, only this time, with Hetalia and Harry Potter. This is when the Black Magic Trio, known as Britain, Romania, and Norway, go to Hogwarts because Old Voldy got information on them, and he wants to learn the ancient magic they possess. This is also gonna follow Harry's adventures through Hogwarts and his life. Also, there are OCs in here, and seeing I plan putting some Romance in the story, the Black Magic Trio will be paired with these girls. I hope you all Enjoy, even if this isn't perfect. I'm also sorry if I'm copying any story related to this, I haven't checked the Crossover Sections in a while, so I apologize if I'm copying anything.
Special Thanks: THANK YOU Don't Insult Oliver's Cupcakes for Beta Reading this! ^_^
Characters:
Luna Arcos
Age: 15
Culture: Romanian
Crush: Romania/Vladimir Popescu
Blood: Half-Blood
Gender: Female
Looks: Waist length black hair, dark red eyes, slightly tanned skin, and a healthy figure.
Birth Date: October 3
House: Hufflepuff
Aia Asleson
Age: 16
Culture: Norwegien
Crush: Norway/Lukas Bondevick
Blood: Muggle Born
Gender: Female
Looks: Elbow length bright blonde hair, clear blue eyes, pale/white skin, and a healthy figure
Birth Date: December 15
House: Ravenclaw
Rina Allenson
Age: 14
Culture: English, Scottish, Welsh, Irish
Crush: England/Arthur Kirkland
Blood: Pureblood
Gender: Female
Looks: Neck length red hair, shocking green eyes, light peach skin, and a healthy figure.
Birth Date: May 14
House: Gryffindor
-Hogwarts: Professer Dumbledore's Office-
Albus Dumbledore was silently doing some reading. He'd been in a small meeting with the Hogwarts teachers about the warnings and dangers that were to come this year.
Suddenly, three owls flew in the room through an open window that he had opened to let out some air. A snowy, whiskered screech, and a tawny owl perched themselves on Dumbledore's outstretched arm. He recognized these owls. These were the owls that he had given to the Muggle Rulers of England, Norway, and Romania, since those countries seem to have magical troubles of their own. Dumbledore removed their burden and sent them off again. When the owls were gone, he opened the letter.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
We have been informed that Voldemort is still scouring the countries for a new source of life, and we have our country's magical community informed. However, it has come to our attention that Lord Voldemort is not only going after Potter. This is something that we don't usually tell a person, not even our Ministers of Magic knows this, but our Countries' Representatives, or more commonly known as England, Norway, and Romania, have caught Lord Voldemort's attention. This is possibly because the three lads possess very ancient magic. We would like for you to take them under your care at Hogwarts. Their human names are Arthur Kirkland, Lukas Bondevick, and Vladimir Popescu. We are sure that you remember Allistor Kirkland, Patrick Kirkland, and Dylan Kirkland, since they were students there.
Please Reply Soon
From,
Mr. Arnolds, Mr. Lars, and Mr. Lupei
Dumbledore chuckled slightly at remembering Allistor and his brothers. They were together a lot, and he even heard Dylan mention Arthur a few times. Dumbledore wrote a quick reply and went to ask Professor McGonnagall to start writing the Letters to the new First Year students that would be coming to Hogwarts. Of course, Dumbledore had snuck in the three countries' human names on the list.
-Meanwhile-
-World Meeting: London, England-
The World Meeting in London was far from getting anything done. Then again, when has any World Meeting got anything done? The inside was CHAOS! South Korea was going around trying to find China or Japan, who were hiding behind Philippines and Laos. America, France, and England were in a fight again. Denmark, N. Ireland, Prussia, and Scotland were in a drinking contest.
Wales was talking with Sealand. Sweden was 'cuddling' with Finland. Norway was trying to get Iceland to call him Big Brother, again.
Canada was being sat on by Russia, who was torturing the Baltics and Poland, but was stopped by Belarus, and Ukraine was just sitting there silently. Switzerland was shouting about beating people with his Peace Prize and keeping people away from Liechtenstein.
Greece and Turkey were fighting, again. And Belgium was hanging out with Netherlands. The Italian Brothers and Spain were eating pasta, or in Spain's case paella. Romania was in a glaring contest with Hungary, it was so intense you can practically see the lightning between them, and Austria, Bulgaria, and Moldova were just watching.
All in all, it was chaos. Germany was finally about to blow.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" yelled the German, slamming his hands on the table so hard, it left a dent.
This made everyone stop what they were doing. Even France, Britain, and America stopped.
"Germany?" said Britain, France, and America.
"VE'VE COME HERE TO SOLVE ZHE VORLD'S PROBLEMS, NOT TO FIGHT ABOUT ZHE PROBLEMS OF OUR PASTS! UND SINCE I'M ZHE ONLY COUNTRY WHO KNOWS HOW TO RUN A MEETING, WE'LL FOLLOW MY RULES FROM HERE ON OUT! EIGHT MINUTES FOR SPEECHES, NO CHIT CHATTING ON ZHE SIDE LINES, UND ABSOLUTLY NO GOING OVER ZHE TIME LIMIT! NOW IF YOU WANT TO SPEAK THEN MAKE SURE ZHAT YOU RAISE YOUR HAND, BUT DO IT SO IT DOES NOT MOCK OR INSALUTES MY COUNTRY'S PAST!" Germany yelled, making everyone wonder how the hell he has the set of lungs to yell for that long.
Some swore they could hear it throughout the world.
A hand slowly rose up.
"Germany recognizes his friend Italy." Germany said, pointing to the said country.
"PASTA~!" cheered Italy, his arm outstretching.
Before anyone could comment, there was a small pecking sound at the window. They all turned to see three tawny owls with envelopes attached to their legs.
"What on Earth, aru." China wondered aloud.
Philippines walked over to the window and unlatched it. She opened it and let the owls in. The three owls flew in and landed on Romania's shoulder, Norway's arm, which was on and arm rest, and the last one landed on England's head. Which happen to make every one laugh, and p*** off the Brit.
"SHUT UP YOU WANKERS!" he yelled furiously, as he gently took the owl from his head and removed its burden.
"We're just messing with you Iggy." America whined.
"Oui, it's not every day you see an owl land on someone's head." France laughed, pointing at the Brit.
The Magic Trio opened their letters as the owls flew away.
Dear Mr. Kirkland,
Dear Mr. Popescu,
Dear Mr. Bondevick,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment. Term begins September 1.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Well, that went well..." Romania stated.
"Hm," stated Norway.
America looked over Britain's shoulder to look at the letter and later shouted in England's ear, "DUDE, MAGIC IS REAL?!"
"Of course it is you bloody twat!" Scotland shouted back at the American.
"Well done Britain, you actually made it!" Wales said to his twin brother, patting him on the back.
"But we're like 23 or something years old. We need a spell to turn us into 11 year olds." Romania said, well that took the cake.
"I think I know the spell, though, all of ye have to get behind the curtain. Your shirts will not shrink with your bodies and it be too big for ya." Scotland said taking out his wand.
"I might have some clothes your size. Let me go check." North Ireland said, walking out of the meeting room.
Norway, Romania, and England walked behind a curtain which was right near the door. Scotland pointed his wand behind the curtain and recited the spell. There was a flash of light and the three shadows behind the curtain, shrunk, only the clothes stayed their original size. N. Ireland then came back with the clothes that looked like the shrunken versions of the clothes they wore to the meeting and passed them to the three through the curtain.
When England, Norway, and Romania came out, they were in the body of eleven-year-olds! A few nations hid their laughs as the trio walked out off the meeting room.
-England's House-
"So what now?" 11 year old Romania asked as the Magic Trio walked down the dark basement halls.
"Well, I have some Wizarding Money in a small safe in the basement, because we need all the books and such, plus the wands." England replied to the Romanian.
Norway gave a small nod, as the fairy on his head giggled slightly at Norway's 11 year old form.
"Is it me, or did America's question seem a bit off to you?" Romania asked England.
"Now that you mentioned it, you are right. When he and Canada were under France and I's care, seems our magic influence passed to them. Of course, Hogwarts found out about them and they were enrolled. Though it's been years now so they might not remember it." explained the Brit.
"Not only that, Bulgaria, France, Spain, Prussia, Italy, Romano, China, Japan, Egypt, Greece, Philippines, Laos, and some of the others have been touchy on the Magic Subject." Romania replied.
"Sweden and Finland are acting more sensitive than ever, same with the Dane and Ice." Norway stated.
"Well let's not focus on that for now, we need to get our supplies." England said, as the three reached the basement.
When the Magic Trio reached the basement, there was a safe camoflaudged into the stone wall, and it seemed only those with powerful magic could see it. England then took out a stone key and inserted it into the safe. After the key lock, there was a combonation lock that only England knew. Finally, the door of the safe was opened. Inside, there were medium stacks of Golden Galleons, Silver Sickles, and Bronze Knuts. Norway and Romania were kind of wide eyed at this point, they thought that England had money at Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank. But it seems England keeps some of his money in his own home just in case.
"Wow Iggy, I thought you kept all your money in Gringotts." Romania said, pointing out 'Iggy.'
"STOP CALLING ME THAT YOU WANKER!" England yelled at the Romanian, frustrated at his nickname.
"Well Arthur, where do we get our things?" Norway said, using England's human name instead of his country name.
"Well Lukas, we go to Diagon Alley. By the way, what is on the bloody list anyway?" Arthur asked the Norwegian, after answering his question.
Norway took out the list and read out loud the following items that they needed.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Uniform
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A Histroy of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set of brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
"That's quite a list." Romania stated, looking over Lukas's shoulder.
"Vladimir, get off him." Arthur said, because Vladimir was on a stool looking over the shoulder of the Norwegian, and apparently it was causing his shoulder to hurt.
After Vladimir got off Lukas, the trio tried to figure out how they were gonna get to Diagon Alley. Since they looked too young to drive, Arthur said that they should use the Floo Powder. Good thing there was a fire place in the basement, but Arthur did get laughed at by America countless time because of it. By the unlit fireplace was a small glass filled with a blackish powder.
Arthur lit a fire, with his old wand, the one with the star on the tip, and threw some of the powder into the flame. The red fire turned green and crackled merrily. If you were an ordinary muggle, you'd think that the fire was like a joke or some poisonous flame, or any logical reason they could think of. If you were a wizard, you'd think that as a sort of transportation. Arthur took a small handful of the black powder in his hand and stepped into the fire place.
"Diagon Alley," he said in a clear voice, dropping the powder into the flame.
In a burst of green flames, Arthur was gone, leaving the fireplace empty for the next person.
"Well, can't keep the man waiting." Vladimir said, taking a small handful of the powder in his hand as well.
Romania stepped into the still crackling flames and spoke in a clear voice, "Diagon Alley."
Just like Arthur, in a burst of green flames, he was gone, and once again leaving the fireplace empty to the next traveler.
"Might as well get it over with." Lukas stated, taking a small handful of the powder himself.
He stepped in and spoke clearly, "Diagon Alley."
And just like the other two, he was gone in a burst of green flames.
-Diagon Alley-
After Arthur came out of the fire place of a store, he stood onto the side as Vladimir and Lukas came through. Though it did result Lukas to fall on top of Vlad after their little trip and provide some comical relief as Vladimir's face had met the wooden floor.
"La naiba Lukas!" Romania cursed in Romanian, his voice muffled.
"Language Vlad." England scolded the Romanian.
Norway quickly got off Romania and dusted himself off, while the Romanian spat out dirt and dust that had gotten in his mouth when he was on the ground.
"You'll pay for that Lukas." threatend Romania, spitting out the last of the dirt and dust from his mouth.
"Hn," stated the Norwegian.
The trio exited the shop to see a sunny street filled of witches and wizards, both young and old going up and down the streets or going into shops. Romania and Norway, who have never been to Diagon Alley before gaped in awe at the sight. There were many shops and the stands outside of them. Many witches and wizards were shopping and there was a great amount of chatter going on, making the atmosphere feel lively. At the end of the street, there was a building that was labled Gringotts, meaning it was the Wizarding Bank.
"So what's first?" Vlad asked the Brit.
"Well, might as well grab our uniform stuff, and then the books. We might as well stay at the Leaky Cauldron as well." Britain said, looking at the list of the stuff they need.
"So first stuff is robes?" Lukas asked.
"Yup, Allistor said Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions is the best place to get robes." England explained.
So the Magic Trio walked up the street until they saw the sign for Madame Malkin's shop. She was a squat, smiling witch dressed in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dears?" asked the kind witch. "Got lots of them ready, now you'll need to be fitted. This way."
Madame Malkin guided the three boys to the fitting room where there were stools for the customer to stand on as the employees fitted the robes to the right size. Madame Malkins and two other witches went straight to work. As they were being fitted, England could've sworn he saw a giant walking through the streets with a boy with him. Though the boy seemed very familiar to him, he just can't put his finger on it.
When Madame Malkins and her employees were done fitting them, the Magic Trio went to get the rest of the stuff on their uniform list. Which took quite a while as they had to drag Norway from one of the clothing shops that sold the gloves that they needed, since one of the gloves were made of troll hide. Romania and England know how Norway felt about trolls, so to prevent any trouble got out of the shop as quick as they could.
After stopping by the Apothecary, Flourish and Blotts, and a few other shops, the Trio stopped in front of Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B. C.
"Cheery old place isn't it." England sarcastically said.
"Let's just go in." Norway said, opening the door.
A small bell rang somwhere in the depths of the shop as the trio stepped inside. Inside were wand boxes piled high to the roof and went deeper and deeper into the shop. A few ladders were placed throughout the shelves and went as high as the shelves themselves.
"Good afternoon," rang a soft voice, which nearly scared the living crap out of the three of them.
An old man was standing before them, how he got there they don't even know, but it was as creepy as hell. His wide, pale eyes shined like the moon through the gloom of the shop.
"H-Hello," England stuttered, still trying to get over his shock.
"You must be Arthur Kirkland, I presume?" Ollivander asked, the tone in his voice was like he knew Arthur a long time ago.
"Y-Yes sir," Arthur responded.
"Allistor told me about you a long time ago. Though not very fond of you was he?" Ollivander asked.
England nodded as the other two glanced nervously at each other. England and Scotland's relationship patched up over the years, but there were still times they would act like they hated each other.
"And the other must be?" Ollivander asked the two others.
"Vladimir Popescu, sir." Romania greeted.
"Lukas Bondevick," Norway stated quietly.
"Thank you, and Mr. Kirkland, which arm is your wand arm?" Ollivander asked.
England raised his right arm as Ollivander measured it with magical measuring tapes. When he left to look for wands, the tapes worked on their own. After the tapes were done, they floated in mid-air, awaiting their next customer. Ollivander then came back with a wand box. And let's just say, England was a tough customer.
Wand 1: Flew right out of his hands right into a lamp.
Wand 2: Nearly electrifyed him.
Wand 3: Screamed bloody murder.
Wand 4: Turned into a blob in his hands.
Wand 5: Broke one of Ollivander's lamps.
Wand 6: Made wand boxes fly out of the shelves.
Wand 7: Exploded in his face.
Wand 8: Literally grew a pair of legs and ran deep into the store.
Wand 9: Nothing happend.
Wand 10: Was snatched out of his hands by Ollivander.
"Hm, tricky one aren't you." Ollivander said, going into the very back of the store.
Romania then took the chance to burst out laughing at England's mishaps and his blackend face. Norway gave a small laugh and thus, England was furious. Though through all that, England could've sworn he saw Scotland, Wales, and North Ireland, with the other countries turned 11?! England blinked and shook his head, when he opened his eyes, they were gone.
'Might be tired.' he concluded as Ollivander returned with another wand box.
"Here you are, twelve inches, willow, pheonix feather and unicorn hair for the core, subtle." Ollivander explained to the Brit.
England took the wand and gave it a wave. From the tip of the wand, a green pegasus flew from the tip into a smokey like figure. It landed on the ground and bowed low to England before disappering. Ollivander, Norway, and Romania clapped at the scene as England smiled slightly. After paying for his wand, he sat down and Romania was up next. Now his wand incidents were less severe than England's.
Wand 1: Turned into a puddle of water.
Wand 2: Bursts into flames.
Wand 3: Grew wings and flew away.
Wand 4: Nothing.
Wand 5: Snatched by Ollivander.
Then Ollivander tried some of the wands with duel cores, but those were the worst.
Wand 6: Became really heavy and caused a dent in the floor.
Wand 7: Hurdled itself into the wall.
Wand 8: Snatched by Ollivander.
"Hm," mumbled Ollivander, "why not."
Ollivander went to the back of the shop and took out another duel core wand box.
"Eleven and a half inches, yew, and thestral strand and wolf strand for the core." explained the Wandmaker.
Romania took the wand in his hands and gave it a wave. From the tip of the wand came a ghostly bat in red whisps. The bat screeched a little bit before it vanished. Romania looked pleased with himself, payed for his wand, and sat down beside England. Then Norway came up, and his list of wand incidents was shorter than the other two.
Wand 1: Refused to get out of the box.
Wand 2: Became way too heavy.
Wand 3: Heated up to the tempurature where it nearly burned his hand.
Ollivander then quickly went to the duel core wands, but like Romania, was even worse.
Wand 4: Grew wings and flew away.
Wand 5: Nothing.
Wand 6: Snatched by Ollivander.
Ollivander went back and brought another wand box.
"Twelve and a half inches, evergreen, and troll whisker and frost giant's hair for the core." Ollivander again explained.
Norway shivered a bit at the frost giant part, and his troll snorted at the troll whisker, but he took it in his hand anyway. When Norway gave it a small flick, a blue shimmering troll emerged from the wand and vanished after it bowed. Ollivander was quite impressed with the Magic Trio, and curious. Norway payed for his wand and Ollivander bowed them from the shop.
After getting their wands, the Magic Trio quickly finished their shopping and were able to get three rooms at the Leaky Cauldron. Also in their envalopes were tickets to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, which would be the train that would be taking them to Hogwarts. They said their good nights and they went off to sleep. Unaware of the surprises that might await them.
A/N: Finally done! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I really need some help with the houses for the Magic Trio. Plus a few others as well. You might find out in the next chapter. Well see you all soon!
La naiba- Damn it (Romanian)
Hasta La Pasta!~