What happened?
Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Tom Svereldo Melsudor, who lived a happy wizard life. Not!
Actually the boy was an orphan who then became a dark, evil wizard. He threatened the whole wizarding Britain of ridding the world of non magical or pureblooded men. He started a war and in the process of that killed thousands of lives. One certain person didn`t like it, not the least, as he clenched his chest in pain feeling how his people were dying, he became angry and when he becomes angry, like really angry you better run and hide.
It was the night written in the history.
The night: when everything changed.
The night: when… Oh what ewer.
It was the night when Harry Potter was saved by his mood blood mother.
So, Voldemort walks in and kills Lilly, then he turns towards baby Harry with his vicious grin. He lifts his wand in an attempt to kill the boy when suddenly BAM, someone kicks him in the wall. Voldies like -you WTF- and looks up at the man in question. He meets up with a toxic, acid green eyed glare, that's burning in rage. The wizard gets up from the floor and shrieks in an unsexy, creaky voice.
-Who dares to bother me in my attempts to kill, yo? - Then a really hot English voice answers in an icy cold tone. – Me!
Voldy dude stares at the brit and sees a 17 year old dirty yet sunny blond boy in a black coat and black boots, starring down on him.
-Fool that was a mistake! – He shrieks and sends an avada kedavera curse towards the boy. The wizard watched in glee as the green light took over the teens body and waited for the boy to fall dead, but surprise, surprise nothing happened. Yet the brit smiled a wide vicked grin, madness showing in his green, deadly eyes.
- Tingly! – The boy said and laughed at Voldy. Voldemort launched for an attack, when the blond took out a gun and shot the man down. The boy looked around the room and danced out singing „Can't touch this" with a victorious smile.
Did you guess who this teen was? Of course he`s none other than our bellowed Iggy.
So, Arthur makes his way through the Potter kitchen fetching an apple when he thinks.
-Dang it. If I killed him what`s going to happen to that bloody prophecy? – So he walks up to the room and makes Voldies body disappear, leaving his soul. – This is such a drag, but might as well do it, since I don`t have nothing else to do. - He thinks to himself and pulls out his phone.
Someone is holding a conference in the White house, when a certain somebodys phone makes a "Let`s dance to joy division" ring tone. A blond 16 year old picks it up. – Yello!
- Hi Al, listen do you have some spare time?
- Sure thing dude. - The teen exclaims while surely eating a triple mega cheeseburger and annoying rest of the conference attainders. Jorje Bush is chuckling.
- So here`s the thing. I just threw a tantrum at Moldy and now he`s dead. I capped his soul but now what?
- Hmm…I got it.
- Well?
- I`ll come to your place with some junk and some hobos from the Chinese district and let`s make some Hore exes thingies.
- Their called Horecux idiot.
- Well what ewer. – The American answered swallowing a piece of his burger.
After 3 hovers: of boredom. America rang at Englands door. The brit opened it with a smile. Alfred walked in caring a rucksack and dragging nine Asian men behind.
-So, how does this work?
- Well it`s quite simple. We just kill these guys one after the other and put Voldies soul in those things, by the way, what did you bring?
- Some shit, like books and jewelry and fuck.
They proceeded with the magical mumbo jumbo.
After 15 years
The nations were holding a meeting at the Backingem palace, when an owl flew in to the closed window.
-What the fuck? – Shrieked America jumping from his seat.
- Ve~ Germany the birdie's dead, what are we going to do? – Weaped Italy clenching Germanys hand.
- Calm down everyone, it`s just an owl. – Explained Arthur taking a sip of his favorite Earl Grey tea.
- Dude, what up with your birds?
Yet another owl flew in the window, but this time it crashed through the glass and landed on Matthews shoulder. The quiet country shrieked – Maple! – Two more owls flew through the window and landed on Alfreds and Arthurs shoulders carrying an envelope tied to their legs. All three countries took the leathers and started reading.
Dear Alfred F. Jones/Arthur Kirkland/Matthew Williams
We are pleased to say, that you have been accepted in to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry…Blah, blah…
-Dude, I don`t wanna go to school, it`s like prison only with learning. – Objected America almost crying.
- I could try going, what do you think Kumaji? – The Canadian asked his pet bear who just said – Dare?
- Well, a school doesn`t sound so bad, maybe they could teach that bloody moron how to behave properly, but I could go. – Discussed the gentleman with himself.
- Alfred you're going.
- What? Dude, you can`t make me, I'm too young to die! I haven`t been laid ore kissed a girl ore killed anyone in years. You can`t do that! – America finished with a loud "Fuck you brit" and started pouting like a little child. The Englishman just sight.
- What about you Matt?
- Umm, I could go if it`s ok, eh!
- Grate then we`re leaving tomorrow.
- Wha… Tomorrow, dude you can`t be serious.
- I`m dead serious America! – He answered, some anger filling his jade green eyes.
- It`s Alfred! – Al murmured under his nose pouting a little more and crossing his arms over his chest.
The other countries didn`t seem to understand what was going on so they just minded their own business.