Hindsight is 20/20, Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor do I own Harry Potter. It would be great if I did, but alas Hetalia is created and owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, and Harry Potter is owned by the fabulous J.K. Rowling. I am just combining the two sandboxes to make my own little fanficlette.
Not even 5 minutes into waiting for the train at platform 9 3/4 to arrive, Scotland could tell that he was doomed.
He should have plainly told Dumbledore 'No. Go find a replacement History of Magic Professor somewhere else' and be done with it. But the day that Dumbledore had asked him was the day that England had dumped his paperwork on Scotland, as if Scotland's own paperwork wasn't enough to deal with.
England's excuse wasn't even that good.
From what Scotland had gathered it had something to do with America getting his head stuck in an alien spaceship, but it was hard to understand England once he started frothing at the mouth.
But regardless, Scotland was pissed that he had to pull an all nighter to finish up England and his paperwork.
So when the letter advertising a job opportunity at Hogwarts that was addressed to the esteemed House of Kirkland arrived by owl, Scotland gave a shit eating grin.
It was common knowledge that England had sworn never to return to Magical Britain back during the final days of WWII. And since then England had never looked back, opting to focus his energy in the Muggle world.
If England were to, say, somehow get roped into becoming the replacement History Professor, then Scotland would have been not only treated to a raging rant of epic proportions, but there was a chance that England could have reverted back to his Pirate ways in his anger. And whenever England was in that state these days, he would always make a b-line to Spain to try to engage the southern nation in a game of battleship.
Scotland was always up for watching Pirate!England try to drown Spain over that stupid board game.
Getting England to sign the official documents that declared him as the new Professor was easy. All Scotland had to do was spike his brother's afternoon tea with some Firewhiskey, shove a couple of papers under England's nose while he's tipsy (although not so drunk that he starts reenacting Shakespeare's Twelfth Night), and voila, the contract was signed and within an hour one of Scotland's owls flew off to make the agreement official.
Scotland had even offered to help out as a teaching assistant just to see England's amusing attempts to teach a class room full of children.
Paperwork wouldn't be much of a problem seeing as it could just be owled to Hogwarts in the evenings. Since Scotland was only coming on as an assistant he would have plenty of time to finish his paperwork while England, who was to be the actual professor would have to not only complete his paperwork, but spend hours upon hours grading history papers and exams.
World meetings shouldn't be a problem either since they usually took place on Saturdays every two or three months.
Oh revenge was sweet.
And the best part was that England couldn't back out of the agreement because of a magical binding contract on the application papers.
However... there was just one unforeseen problem...
What Scotland didn't count on was the fact that England was actually sober enough during the time of the signing to understand exactly what Scotland was asking him to do.
Scotland resisted the urge to cuss in front of all of the impressionable little people scuttling around the platform. Scotland could clearly remember the smug look on England's face when he held out his Flying Mint Bunny to Scotland.
England was able to skip out on the whole teaching thing on a fucking technicality.
And now he had to deal with a hyper snot colored bunny with wings for the rest of the year.
That is if the Scotsman didn't destroy Hogwarts first.
Maybe he should look into getting good ol' Nessie to cover for him as the teaching assistant. England got away with sending his stupid rabbit in his place, why shouldn't Scotland switch with the dinosaur?
Oh who was he kidding? Nessie wouldn't be able to fit through the front doors of Hogwarts despite how large they are, much less fit into a comparably tiny classroom.
Scotland hated his life.
Flying Mint Bunny, or just Minty, was over the moon with joy.
England had asked her to teach the History of Magic to little Witches and Wizards. Her! Not just anyone but her!
This was perhaps one of the most exciting adventures that she ever had the pleasure of embarking on.
It took a little while to pack everything and rewrite the entire History of Magic curriculum. Really, it was as if the late Professor Binns was trying to bore his students to death. The teaching plan was due for a well deserved update.
But no matter. It took less than a month to prepare everything. It helped that Scotland was kind enough to help her decide on what to pack.
For some odd reason, Scotland was coming with her as a teaching assistant. It was very unlike Scotland to offer up his services like that. Especially when it benefits England.
But no matter. The point was that England was happy to see Minty go off with Scotland to Hogwarts and when England was happy, Minty was happy.
Plus it's been centuries since she had been to Hogwarts.
She was so exited that she arrived at King's Cross five hours before the Hogwarts Express was to leave, and an hour before the train actually arrived at the station.
An initiative that Scotland did not appreciate.
Oh well. Minty could deal with the grumpy bum.
"Do you think that the unicorns are still there?" She chirped into Scotland's ear as she hovered just above his right shoulder. Scotland grumbled and out of the corner of Minty's eye, she saw his hand twitching towards one of his trunks.
The one that contained all of his liquor.
Minty scowled. Now that wouldn't do. Scotland couldn't get drunk in front of all of the baby humans. It would completely ruin their first impression. With a small huff she dove down and slapped Scotland's hand away, earning a rough yelp from the red haired man.
"Now, Allistor," Minty said sternly as she fluttered up so that she was eye level with the Nation, "You can't drink now! Imagine what the children will think when you show up to class with whiskey on your breath?"
Scotland deadpanned.
"We are going to be stuck on that train for almost six hours." He gritted, "I'll be sober by the time we get there."
Minty crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side like an owl, "That only depends on how much you drink. And knowing you, you will go through your entire liquor stash in two, maybe three hours."
Scotland snorted and mimicked Minty by crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, "I hope yer not implying that I have no self-restraint."
"Noooooooo" Minty replied, dragging out the vowel of the word. "But you get reeeeally angry when you're drunk." She let her fluffy green arms drop to her sides, "That's going to be a problem."
Scotland glared. "It won't be if the lads and lassies stay out of my way."
"True," Minty conceded, "But the children won't know to stay away from you. Also, you have to be able to interact with our future students during the trip. You know the rules, all new Hogwarts Professors have to ride on the train to get to know the students!"
"I am not the professor. You are." Scotland growled, "I don't have to do anything."
The Nation and Magical creature stared at each other in the most intense staring contest to have ever been witnessed by man kind.
Then, Minty closed her eyes and sighed. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."
Suddenly, Minty swooped down, heaved the trunk containing all of Scotland's whiskey and chucked it over to the other side of the platform.
The trunk hit the brick wall with a large CRACK
And then gravity pulled it down into the overly large trash can right under the landing spot.
"OI! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" Scotland screamed in rage.
Thankfully, there were very few people waiting at the platform that early in the morning. Most of them were the upper years and their families. But every single person there turned their head and blinked owlishly at the spectacle unfolding in front of them.
Minty smiled to herself as Scotland practically sprinted to check if his liquor bottles had broken when she had thrown the trunk.
"All in a days work!" She squeaked as she rubbed her hands in glee.
Minty loved her life.
Author's Note:
What is this? A rewrite? YES! YES IT IS! After almost a year, I have decided to pick back up with my pottertalia fic because people kept asking me to continue it. So I sat down, and started to reread the story in an attempt to familiarize myself with it once more...
Then I stumbled upon a problem... I have no idea what I was planning for Redone for the Redundant. At some point I must have thrown out all of my notes for that story and I couldn't for the life of me remember where I wanted the plot to go for that story. So after much debate, I have decided to completely redo it with a fresh new spin on things.
Redone for the Redundant will still be there for people to enjoy however it will no longer be updated.
Hindsight is 20/20 will be a series of snapshots detailing the life of Scotland and Minty as they try and fail to be proper Professors at Hogwarts. The story is still taking place during the third book, and only during the third book. Their contract with Hogwarts is only going to last one year and there WILL BE NO SEQUELS to this story. I have enough fanfics to deal with as it is.
I won't be giving you a scheduling timeline because as it has been proven time and time again, I do not update constantly. If a pattern turns up in my scheduling then I'll officialize it and let you guys know.
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Thank you for reading, and see you guys at the next update!
Snowy-Maplette