I've been a fan of Harry Potter since the fourth grade, and Hetalia is my new found love, so naturally a cross-over was bound to occur. I know this is probably an over-used plot line but I had the greatest twist ideas! I'm so excited to work on this! Screw midterms! I'll type instead of study, then cram in the morning! Oh, I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter.

Ratings? Probably K+ in the beginning and T-M later due to violence and stuff

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Alfred's POV

I stared at England with shock. I wish I could rewind what just happened and listen to it again to make sure I heard right.

"You and your brother are going to be attending Hogwarts on September 1st." We both stared at him. Mattie cleared his throat. Thank God! He'll find a way out of this! He spoke up in his oh-so-quiet voice of his.

"I understand why America has to go, but why do I have to go to?" I gaped at him. That traitor! England just signed and shook his head.

"Usually I wouldn't make you go, but you know your brother. Without someone watching him, he'll blow up the castle," Canada just nodded sadly, "And you know how the other nations would react. You're the only one I can count on to keep everything in one piece. I would hate to see what Scotland would do if America did anything to his Nation…" he trailed off with a shudder. I was sitting on the edge of the couch arm, pouting at my sentence. I finally spoke up.

"But wwwhhhhyyyyy?" I whined. Heroically of course. England just signed again and explained it. Very slowly.

"You are going to learn magic so your boss doesn't consider you useless anymore." I opened my mouth to say something, but snapped it shut. He saw my anger and sighed. Honesty, how can one guy, Nation or not, sigh so much in one conversation? There should be a limit or-

"You can stay here for the two weeks before going to buy supplies if you'd like. Its closer and I'll even cook for you!" My thoughts rant was cut of my England's offer. I winced when he mentioned his cooking.

"Ok," I started, mocking his slow peach from earlier, "How about we stay, and you DON'T cook? Sound good?" I asked innocently. England glared daggers but agreed. Mattie and I shuffled up to my old room, back when I was still under Britain's rule. I kicked open the door and flopped down on the bed. Canada meekly followed behind and placed Kumajirio on the desk next to the doorframe.

"He kept your room pretty clean, didn't he?" he asked. I felt my heart clench. I may act overly cocky, but the whole revolution thing still hurt, and it seemed England wasn't over it either.

"Ya well…this whole thing isn't so bad, I guess. I mean, we get to learn magic! Bushel Bows is always going on and on about it, and we can finally shut him up with actual knowledge about it!" Canada chuckled.

"World meetings will definitely be more interesting with us being able to hex people." He reflected quietly. We both laughed at the possibilities; musing over the many situations we could get ourselfs into with magic.

England paused by the door, smiling at our ideas. We laughed ourselves to sleep, finally looking forward to this new school.

Canada's POV

It was three days before the train would depart for Hogwarts and England was rudely awoken us at some ungodly hour of the morning. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand. 5:00 flashed red over and over. I groaned and sat up. England was still shaking America, trying to wake up the younger nation. Good luck, I thought, it's nearly impossible to wake him up. I crawled over and whispered into his ear.

"McDonald's is going bankrupted." In an instant he was up, throwing on the closest pair of pants. I laughed and slipped on my glasses, shocked to feel them slide down my face. I glanced over to Kuma, who was sitting on my pillow and gasped. He was huge! Before he was the size of a small dog, but now as I gathered him up into my arms I realized he was more the size of a toddler. America swore and stumbled over to the mirror.

"What the actual hell?" he asked. I looked at him in shock. Instead of the annoying brother I was used to seeing, in front of me was a small, blond haired, blue eyed eleven year old. Not only that, but he was my size! I scurried over to stand next to him and saw a face I never though I would see again. My little, chubby, bright-eyed, eleven year old self.

England was beside himself with laughter. Alfred stormed up to him and grabbed him by the color, which would have been intimidating if he wasn't, I don't know, eleven!

"I didn't think he would send it over so quickly! OH! Remember, you cannot, under any circumstance, call each other by your nation's names." he said through his laughter, not bothering to somber up for the warning. He picked one squirming pre-teen under each arm and walked downstairs, whistling a happy tune. Just as he placed us down in the kitchen something flew through the window. A fiery bird the size of a large turkey landed gracefully on the tabletop. I swear England squealed, but that might have been Alfred. On the bird's leg was a piece of paper.

"Fawks! It's been a while, hasn't it?" He reached over and untied the paper. Written in beautiful calligraphy and green ink was a message that the English personification was very happy to receive.

My dear friend Arthur,

It's been to long! I was delighted to hear that your sons would be attending Hogwarts this year. I had special reservations set for them, as I know they are like you. I bet you'll be glad to hear this bit of news! The others are attending as well! Their bosses wrote to me after hearing what Alfred and Matthew were doing, and I found I couldn't say no! Quite a few of the nations will be in the same classes as your boys. Do not fret, my friend. They have all received the spell your boys have. Another thing, my dearest and oldest friend. We have an opening in our staff for the Care of Magical Creatures. I sincerely hope to see you sitting among the staff come September.

-Albus Dumbledore

England paled with every line he read. When he finished he placed the paper on the table and sat down heavily. We looked at him curiously.

"Well boys, it looks like the others will be joining you as first years!" he tried to say with enthusiasm, but the sarcasm laced it too heavily. Alfred fist-pumped the air and jumped up and down.

"Ya! I won't be alone!" I sighed. He wouldn't have been alone…

"Well boys, the train leaves in three days," said England as he hastily replied to the note and tied it onto Fawkes' leg and giving him a treat, "and we still need to get your supplies. We're heading to Diagon Ally!" he smiled proudly. This cannot be good.

3rd person POV

As the group walked down the London street, Cana-Mattie and Amer-Alfred were talking nonstop about what they were going to get. Many times Arthur had to slap him (Alfred. Mattie wasn't loud enough to scold) and remind them that magic was a secret to most of the population.

As they approached the Leaky Cauldron, the boys felt a hulking presence. By the bar stood the largest man they had ever seen. Head almost brushing the ceiling, the man's hair was so coarse and thick that his face was mostly covered. Next to him was a scraggly, raven-haired boy, who was talking to a man in a turban.

"Hagrid!" called Eng-Arthur. He seemed delighted at the larger man's presence. He gaffed loudly and gave the smaller, eye-browed man a bone crushing hug.

"You're as young as always!" the man named Hagrid replied. The boy was still talking to the turbaned man, but Hagrid quickly whisked him away and brought him to meet the nations.

"This here is Harry Potter," Arthur gasped, but the two boys had no idea why he reacted like that, "And I'm taking him to get ready for his first year at Hogwarts!" Hagrid seemed so excited, and Iggy shared his enthusiasm.

"Actually, I'm taking my boys to get supplies for their first year as well!" Arthur put a hand on each of their backs and thrusted them forward. Alfred and Mattie carefully shook the hands of the boisterous man and timid boy.

"Maybe we'll bump into each other during our trip!" Both men laughed at this, and the three boys stood there awkwardly. Mattie pulled on Arthur's sleeve and whispered into his ear. The older nation's eyes widened and he quickly nodded.

"Well, we must be off then! It was wonderful seeing you again Hagrid!" They shook hands again and walked out the back of the inn as people began to crowd around the boy. The trio walked over to a brink wall and Alfred began to complain.

"Oh, great! Your cooking must have gone to your head! This is a brick wall! Are we going to jump over it? Magic our way through it?" Coincidentally, Arthur already had his wand out and was tapping random bricks, as if counting them. When he tapped the last one, the wall began to shift and open up. The boys leaned forward and stared, wide-eyed at the small street.

Shops lined every inch. Candy shops, pet shops, broom, cloak, book, potions, and wand shops. Their heads twisted left, then right, and then left again, trying to see everything at once. While the boys were twisting and turning their heads, Arthur was busy greeting old friends. Seeing that the boys were wandering off, he quickly grabbed the backs of their shirts and pulled them over to the first shop.

The witch inside quickly measured them for their robes and had them paying for the finished garments in just a little while. As Arthur was paying, someone walked in the shop, making the little bell ring. Standing by the door was the most disagreeable boy any of the nations had ever seen. His hair, so blonde it was almost white, was slicked back and piercing eyes spewed hatred for everything around him.

"Mr. Malfoy!" said the witch, "You're right on time! Come over here and I'll get you measured!" Seeing that they were dismissed, the trio left the robe shop with their first purchases. They quickly made their way to the next shop on Arthur's list. The bookstore was about three shops down, and they had no trouble finding the titles required for first years.

Next they headed to Olivander's. Inside the shop was a mess of long, thin boxes and paper. Arthur ringed the bell and waited. Alfred and Mattie thought the shop was empty until a old man came zooming in on a ladder on wheels.

"Ah! Arthur! I remember you!" said the old man, "It's been centuries, yet you're the same as the day you graduated!" Arthur warmly shook his hand. Olivander noticed the smaller two and studied them carefully. He abruptly turned and walked away for a couple of moments before returning with several boxes in his hands. The first one he handed to Alfred.

"8 ½ in, willow with a dragon heartstring core. Try it out! Wave it!" He wasn't sure what the meant, so Alfred simply shook it. White sparks flew from the tip and the glass on the counter shattered. Olivander quickly took the wand back and replaced it. This happened with three more wands, colored sparks and things breaking followed the shake of each one. Instead of going to the next box, he went to the nearest shelf and pulled a very dusty one out. Carefully, he pulled off the lid and coughed at the dust that had risen from the box.

"9 in, oak, eagle heartstring and mermaid hair." He handed it over to the waiting nation, who promptly waved it (as he figured out the right way to use a wand) and the wand boxes lifted up and fell back down in a neat, orderly pile. Arthur looked at the wand with mild interest and Mattie was staring to get really excited for his.

"As for the silent one?" Olivander pondered this and he wondered to the back of the shop, "Aha!" a crash followed by a cloud of dust and a lot of coughing chased the old man back to the front. He had only one box in his hand.

"8 ½ in, maple, polar bear and unicorn hair." Matthew placed Kuma (who had been carried by Mattie the while trip) by his feet and gently grasped the wand. With a hesitant wave, a small maple tree grew from the woodwork of the counter, complete with miniature leaves and roots. Seeming pleased with the selections, he rang them up and even gave his 'old friend Arthur' a discount.

All they had left to get was potions supplies and pets. Arthur sent the boys ahead to the pet store while he went and bought the supplies. In the shop, Alfred couldn't stop exclaiming how 'awesome!' or 'heroic' every animal seemed to be. Mattie also took a look around, but figured since he had Kuma, he didn't need one. Near the back of the store stood a lone cage with a dark figure in it. Approaching carefully, Mattie called out to the shape. In an instant, the large shape moved forward. It turned out to be a snowy hawk. Thinking Alfred would like the hawk, Mattie called him over, but when his brother approached, hi already had a small, peregrine falcon's cage firmly in his grasp.

"Wow Mattie!" he exclaimed, "That's so cool! You should get that one!" Mattie looked at it cautiously. Just them the store keeper walked over to them.

"I wouldn't buy this one if I were you," he cautioned, "He's not the nicest animal here…" he trailed off with a shudder, but Mattie's eyes never left the bird. Slowly, he reached a hand to the cage. The shop keeper started with shock at the young boy's rash actions and was about to pull him back before he got bit, when he noticed the hawk was rubbing its head against the boy's outstretched hand. Quickly the store keeper called his boss. In a hurried, whispered conversation, the two decided to give the bird to the boy. The sooner it was away from them, the better.

As soon as the men broke the good news to the small Canadian, Arthur walked through the door with a chime from the bell, arms stuffed with all their stuff. When he saw what the boys had chosen, he almost dropped it all. Hesitantly, he paid for the birds, but only after several moments of the dreaded 'puppy dog eyes'. He sighed again and led the boys back to his house.

Only two more days Arthur. You can last that long! Right?!

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So here's the first chapter! Seeing as I'm grounded indefinitely because of my D in geometry, I'll have a lot more time to type! Should I go through all the years? It might take a while….Tell me if it should be one lllloooonnnnggggg story for all seven years, or seven different stories all together!