Pottertalia! Yes! I love Pottertalia! Hi, The Countess In Red here. With a new fanfiction. This one will be set in the time where James Potter and Co. were at Hogwarts. Later chapters though will include Harry and his friends. Anyways if you happened not to read the description too well, the Magic Trio will be the main characters in this story. If you don't know who the Magic Trio is, you need to know two things: 1. THEY ARE AWESOME- 2. It is composed of Norway, England and Romania. Oh and I'll be using my design for Romania, (I had one before Hima came up with his). My design is pretty much the same except for the fact that my design for Romania is a girl. They are not nations in this story so they'll be using their human names, I'll list those here. ENJOY!~
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-I drew a picture for this part of the story! The opening scene. You can check it out on my deviantArt! Since doesn't allow you to put links in fanfics *insert rage face here*, you can find the link to my dA on my profile, once you're on my dA, it'll be the first picture you see. (I know , I know, it's a bit of a hassle, but still! You must be curious about it!)
England: Arthur Kirkland
Norway: Lukas Bondevik
Romania: Erika Popescu
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Hetalia or Doctor Who.
Time, time that stretches on forever. That will never be destroyed. It is invisible, but yet ever so present. It can destroy rocks, gnaw down steel, bring down kings and their crowns, empires and towns there is nothing that can stop it, for it is invincible. As a great man once said: "Time is wibbly-wobbly". Ever so changeable, ever so strange. Though it has a routine, a pattern it follows. It is always with you, from the first chapter to the last. From beginning to end. From life till death. Time can go by fast when happiness is found, and can drag on forever in the darkest, longest and most uneventful of times.
Arthur was just beginning to figure this out now.
"I AM SO BORED!" the blond boy yelled, enraged, hurling his thick book across the room. The book landed on a blue vase, smashing it to the floor. Arthur crossed his arms and pulled his feet up onto the cashmere chair he sat in. He glared angrily at the broken pieces of pottery lying on the expensive carpeted floor. His emerald colored eyes squinted hard at one particularly large ornate piece lying a few feet from him. He was angry, angry at his boredom, at his parents and at his life in general. Arthur considered going to pick up the shards of vase but discarded the thought quickly; it would amuse his parents way too much.
-"You should go pick those up, Artie." The large portrait hanging between the two windows advised, one of the many portraits in the Kirkland library. Arthur called him the Window Man, as he was always wishing he could face the other way and see outside. Arthur got up off his chair and walked over to the portrait:
- "No way. No way in bloody hell. Never. Never ever. It's my birthday; I shouldn't have to pick things up." Arthur replied to the bearded man, crossing his arms in stubbornness.
-"And don't call me Artie." he added, furrowing his abnormally thick eyebrows at the painting. The Window Man smiled, you could barely see his mouth under his bushy black beard.
-"It's true; you don't turn eleven every day. I remember my eleventh birthday... But I won't spoil the surprise for you." He winked, and then went back to staring at the globe on his right, deep in thought.
Arthur already knew that when wizards turn eleven, they get their Hogwarts letter. It was an acceptance letter, to the United Kingdom's very own school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This had all been explained to him beforehand, but he wasn't sure if the letter would come on his birthday, later in the year, or when school started. Arthur went back to sit on his comfy chair, he had just settled in when he suddenly heard his father yell from behind the mahogany double doors of the library:
-"WHAT DID YOU DO, BOY?!"
Arthur knew his father would burst in through the doors at any moment. Afraid, he scrambled out of his seat and began to pick up the pieces of shattered vase. He picked up the largest shard and rapidly stuffed it into the pocket of his robes. The blond boy did the same for all the other pieces until he came to the very last one.
His father burst into the room followed quickly by his mother. Mr. and Ms. Kirkland were both purebloods, and so was the rest of their family. Anyone who dared marry a Muggle was outcast pretty much forever. As a result they were both very proud people and had high expectations for their only son. But little 10-turned-11 year old Arthur was being very rebellious as of late, making sarcastic remarks and just being overall grumpy. Mr. Kirkland was stricter with Arthur, often resorting to raising his voice, whereas Ms. Kirkland was very meek and dotted the blond boy with toys, candy and affection to try and calm down his grumpy mood swings. Effectively making him a bit of a spoiled brat. The Kirklands were very rich; they lived in the Kirkland Manor which was overlooking Monteria Village in Berkshire, a small half-wizarding town. Which, of course, the young boy's father owned as well.
-"Honey, Iggy dear, what is it? Has something happened? Are you hurt?" Ms. Kirkland fussed, rushing over to Arthur and checking him for injuries. The blond boy protested, shaking his head vigorously, trying to push his mother away from him.
Mr. Kirkland's cold gaze scanned the room, looking for the source of the loud noise. His emerald eyes landed on the empty pedestal where the ornate blue vase once stood and the one piece of pottery still lying on the tan carpet. Ms. Kirkland noticed it at the same time as her husband.
-"Artie, that was my favorite vase!" exclaimed Ms. Kirkland, tears forming in her bright blue eyes. Arthur looked down at his feet, feeling embarrassed. He hadn't meant to make his mother cry, but still, the vase had it coming.
-"Alice, let me handle this." Mr. Kirkland said; a sharp edge in his voice. Ms. Kirkland nodded, not replying.
The boy's father turned to face his son; he took a deep breath, his thick eyebrows scrunched up until they looked like kissing, black ferrets. Henry Kirkland started talking, very slowly:
-"Boy, what has gotten into you?! How could you upset your mother like this?! You have crossed the line recently, and I will not tolerate it! This acting out has to stop! I-" Arthur suddenly cut off his father, angry, he exclaimed:
-"What do you know anyways? You spend all your time in your office! All you want to do is make money!" A loud gasp could be heard from Alice Kirkland. Mr. Kirkland emerald eyes widened in shock and his face turned a deep shade of red. He inhaled sharply and began to yell:
-"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU INSOLENT LITTLE BRAT! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW! YOU ARE-" the little 11 year old boy interrupted his father once again; he began shouting back at his father:
-"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO BLOODY MEAN?! IT'S SO-" The portraits all around the room cringed and covered their ears. Suddenly without warning, Ms. Kirkland burst into tears;
-"My favorite v-v-v-vase! It was a gift fr-from Sophie!" she exclaimed, sobbing. Ms. Kirkland picked up the one last shard of pottery still lying on the floor and began to stroke it.
-"SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?! NOW YOUR MOTHER IS EVEN MORE UPSET! YOU ARE PATHET-"
-"...THE WORST FATHER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! WHY D-"
-"My v-vase!"
A portrait of a small child hanging above the large oak desk in the corner started to wail and cry for his mother, adding to the growing commotion. Alice Kirkland began to cry harder, Arthur and Mr. Kirkland began to yell louder and louder and louder until... Out of the blue, a hoot and a flutter of wings interrupts the uproar. A large horned owl unexpectedly entered through an opened window, carrying an envelope closed with a red wax seal. Everyone fell silent. The owl glided majestically to Arthur and dropped the letter on his uncombed shock of blond hair.
Slightly shaking, Arthur Kirkland reached up and plucked the envelope off his head. He flipped it over to see who it was addressed to, his parents were both watching him carefully, eyes filled with hidden interest and curiosity. The fine writing on the front of the paper read:
Mr A Kirkland
The Green Bedroom
Kirkland Manor, 32 Grand Goat Lane
Monteria
Berkshire
-"I-It's for me." Arthur stated, surprise lining his voice. He nervously flipped over his slightly yellowed envelope, his parents still watching intently in silence.
At the back of the paper a red seal representing a crest which fastened the flap of the envelope to the back. The crest had four sections, one with a roaring lion in the center, another with a twisting snake, the third with a rodent of some sort looking up at the snake, Arthur guessed it was a badger but he wasn't too sure. The fourth section was orned with an eagle that stared at the roaring lion. And in the center of these four animals was a large swirly letter "H". It was his acceptance letter. His very own Hogwarts letter. Excited, Arthur peeled away the red wax and unfolded the first letter, it read:
Dear Mr Kirkland,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment. The term begins on September 1st, we await your owl no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
-"Mum! Dad! It's my Hogwarts letter! I'm going to Hogwarts!" Arthur shouted, excited. A proud smile rushed over both his parent's faces. Alice Kirkland ran forward to embrace her son, muttering words of praise to him. Mr. Kirkland ruffled his only son's hair affectionately, laughing heartily. After a while, Arthur stepped out of his mother's overly tight hug and turned to his father, standing over him.
-"Now son, this doesn't mean I'm not still angry at you." Mr. Kirkland frowned, taking a more authoritarian tone, staring down at the 11 year old.
-"But this now means I can tell you all my stories from school!" he boomed, laughing. He beckoned his son to walk with him, Arthur trotted up merrily beside his blond father, looking up eagerly as Mr. Kirkland launched into a long tale about how he scored 200 points against Gryffindor when he was the star Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team. As the two walked away, Arthur's father proclaimed loudly:
-"Now, you'd better be on the Quidditch team, boy. Just like your father! And of course you'll be in Slytherin, otherwise we'll disown you!" Mr. Kirkland laughed at this last statement, not noticing that the blond boy had emitted a loud gulp and turned pale. Arthur nervously toyed with his fingers until they reached the large dark oak double doors, which the boy rushed to open for his father. The man in question swooped out of the library, his black robes swishing as he walked his distinctive walk, always taking unnecessarily long strides. Arthur quickly shut the door with a slam and raced to catch up with his father, who was still prattling on about what an amazing Chaser he used to be.
Alice Kirkland smiled at the now closed doors. She could just imagine her husband and son, laughing as they walked, telling tales about their school days. She hurriedly wiped her wet eyes and started to stride towards the same doors father and son had just used to exit the circular library and its towering shelves of knowledge. Alice Kirkland had her hand on the brass handles when she got a feeling, a feeling that told her to turn around. She swiveled on her heels and saw the portrait of the small redhead boy, the one that had been wailing just moments ago, and the one portrait that was bigger than the rest. The young boy smiled and waved, then sat back down the wooden rocking horse that occupied the background. The young boy swung back and forth with a wide smile on his face. Alice Kirkland gave a sad, watery smile to the painting, then quickly turning around to the door, exited the room, before anyone could see her shed a tear.
The emerald eyed 11 year old now sat on his bed, rethinking what his father had said:
-"You'd better be in Slytherin or we'll disown you!"
That was way too much pressure for the first day! Good grades were obtainable, he was clever enough already. Good friends were obtainable, even though he could be grumpy and mean, he was always told he was a charming "lad". But he couldn't decide in what house that dumb hat would put him in! What if he got stuck in HufflePuff? Arthur moaned; his parents would surely lock him up in the attic or something! Arthur slouched lower on his bed.
These thoughts would torment him for the next five months.
So many words! Feel free to drop a comment or follow/favorite. Just so you know, I used April 23 for little Artie's birthday. So I guess 5 just isn't a random whole number after all! (Unless I counted wrong).
So this series of fics is going to be a bit like the HP Series. I'm planning to have one fic per "book". As I said before, this "book series" is set in Maurauders time. So it'll have the Magic Trio as kids and the Maurauders. In the next "book series" I'm going to write the Magic Trio as adults, hanging out with little Harry Potter. Who here liked Sassy!England? *raises hand* I did! I'm so going to write more of him giving sass to people. 3.
THANKS FOR READING!
-The Countess In Red