The sun shone brightly, and a cool breeze blew over the castle grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a normal Tuesday, so many students were in class, or walking down near the Black Lake. Three students in particular were sitting in the dull class of History of Magic. Harry James Potter was sitting in between his two best friends Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley. Ron was snoring quietly, his head resting on the thick wooden desk. Hermione was copying everything Professor Binns said onto a piece of lined parchment. Pretty soon class was dismissed, so the trio walked down the castle hallway into he Great Hall for some lunch.
"Er...Hi Harry" A voice said from behind him. Harry spun around to come face to face with no other than Collin Creevy.
"Hello Collin" Harry responded. Collin didn't say anything, and just kept staring at him. Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, and Collin shook his head and smiled widely saying, "Professor Mcgonagall told me to tell you that the Headmaster wanted to see you after lunch"
"Oh..um, thanks" Harry responded, a little confused. Why would Professor Dumbledore want to see him? Hopefully nothing bad happened with Voldemort, as he was growing stronger everyday.
"Why does the Headmaster want to see you?" Hermione asked, biting into a piece of ham while reading some book.
"Beats me. I bet it has to do with Voldemort though" He responded.
Lunch seemed to go by too slow, but finally Harry was racing through the castle to Dumbledore's office. "Acid Pop!" He said, waiting for the gargoyles to move out of the way.
He then took the stairs that led up to Dumbledore's office.
He reached out to knock, but just as his hand was extended, the door was magically opened.
"Come in my boy" Dumbledore's old voice said, Harry hesitantly stepped beyond the door, and an odd scene met his eyes. (a/n no it's not perverted)
Dumbledore was sitting in a chair, across from another man, a man whom Harry had never seen before. The first thing that caught Harry's attention about the man was his eyes. They shone a brilliant green, even brighter than his own green eyes. Another thing about the eyes, was the fact that they looked as if they were far too old and wise for his face.
He looked in his early twenties, and also had rather large eyebrows, though it didn't make him look ugly. He was also a little short for his age. The young man smiled slightly when he saw Harry enter.
"It's an honor to finally meet you in person Mr. Potter" He said. Just in that sentence alone, Harry was able to grasp more about the man. His voice had a pure English accent, and it had a very calming effect.
"Uh..thank you Mr.." Harry stopped, not knowing the others name.
"Please call me Arthur...Arthur Kirkland" Arthur said.
"Harry dear boy, Arthur is a very old friend of mine. And powerful at that. I have called him in today because I believe he can help" Dumbledore finally spoke. "Why don't you have a seat"
Harry took a seat in a chair next to Arthur, trying not to stare. There was something about him...Harry felt like he almost knew the man from somewhere.
"Harry, I trust your up to date on history, both magic and muggle?" Dumbledore asked. When Harry nodded he continued. "Then you must know Geography. I daresay that Mr. Kirkland plays an important role in that"
Okay, Harry was lost. Arthur must have noticed because he laughed quietly.
"What your Professor is trying to say, is that I am rather important, because I am England himself" He said casually, as if he were making total sense.
"I-I'm sorry?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
"He speaks the truth Harry. This is England, our country"
"And a bloody great one at that!" Arthur spoke loudly.
A/n: Okay this was merely a start. I plan to have the plot come out more, and more countries as well as hp characters included. Please review to tell me what you think of the opening though? Pleaaaseee?:)
Ps. Sorry for spelling errors, I always find a way to make them:)