I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter.
Canada in this story is Female- Madeline Williams.
This is just a random idea and a combination of all the FF's I've read with my imagination thrown in. Enjoy!
Chapter One: Joining Magic
Watching England do spells was once Canada's favorite hobby as a colony. As she grew up, the magic and mystical animals disappeared from Canada's sight. She had moments when she saw a sparkle or something abnormal stomp through the forest in her backyard. Every once in a while a lost memory came to her at random moments. No one in her little 'family' saw what she did, thought what she did, or remember what she did. Though Nunavut told her of native magic from the clan sprits, Canada didn't really question it or deny her stories, only because she had no right and Nunavut wasn't hers to tell her what to believe.
The only thing that made Canada agree to England's request was that her vacation was the same time and England had helped her when she was sick, and none of her providences could help (for they were sick as well). When the day arrived for Canada's fight to England, the problem was gathering the providences and territories up and, trying to convince her brother that he couldn't come by for a while.
"Alright once more, America, Switzerland, and France do not come on my property. Kuma is put out side in the morning and let back in at ten and then let out again at six put back in at nine. Remember; don't let him stay outside all night; it gets too cold. He finds –"Canada was cut off by Quebec, who was annoyed already.
"We know your bear's habits. Now leave so we can go back to bed." His French accent was even more slurred in his tiredness. He and a few others let out a yawn. Newfoundland then smacked him on the back of the head.
"You're so disrespectful. How about actually being quiet for a few minutes and listen. Madeline's just worried; this is the first trip she takes without Kumajiro. Maybe you should take some notes- oops sorry forgot about your one-track mind," snickers filled the room as Quebec crossed his arms, scowling at Newfoundland. The said providence cuffed Quebec's shoulder, smirking slightly, "Now shut up, or I'll do it for you."
"Another thing, no fighting while I'm gone. I swear, if something's broken, a hockey sick will be so far up your ass you won't know where it began and where it ends. On that note I leave," Canada opened the door, suitcase pulled out side before her. "I want a full icebox when I come back." The 11 standing in the living room nodded. Canada rolled her eyes and shut the door. Climbing into her truck Newfoundland in the passenger seat, being the only other one who could drive legally.
"I hope this goes well. I'm missing too many things to enjoy this trip." Canada mumbled as she backed from the large cabin and driveway. Next to her Newfoundland stroked Labrador and nodded.
*O*
"When is this starting?" Canada slurred tiredly. England shuffled through papers on his new desk.
"In about five minutes. Be patient, Madeline." Canada scoffed.
"How can I be patient when I haven't had my Double-double this morning?" England raised a bushy eyebrow at her. Canada moved her hands to gesture 'what?' Then she mentally slapped herself.
"Sorry, I haven't had my coffee this morning. Now explain to me again how you dragged me into this again."Right as England opened his mouth to explain or yell at Canada, four students walked into class, followed by a few others. But the four were what grabbed Canada's attention.
One teen had glasses, untidy raven hair like England's, and a smirk that spelled trouble. Next to him, another boy had also black hair but his was long, like France's, smooth features, and another smirk that girls would croon over. Behind them was a chubby boy, with light brown hair, watery eyes gleaming at the first, who was telling a story to some girls, hand gestures wild, making the girls giggle. Lastly, one off to the side, nose stuck in a book, dirty blond hair, and slight scars barely seen embroidered into his face. Each one seemed to have girls swooning over them, but the long haired one and the one with the book more than the other two. A girl with red hair put in piggy tails walked in soon after the boys, she saw glasses boy and scoffed. Canada tilted her head to the side at her actions. Getting up from an ugly pink chair, Canada came over to England's desk, and scooped down to England's ear level.
"See those four boys? Who are they?" Canada slightly nodded to the pose. Before England found out, (seems like he keeps getting interrupted. And yet I don't feel sorry for him.) Two of the boys came up to England.
"Professor, I was wondering," he gave a smirk, "could we start the day by a game?" England smiled slightly.
"Let me guess, James Potter. And you must be Sirius Black." Both nodded, Potter no longer had his smirk and looked sort of scared. Canada was confused. The only time she was scared of England was when his eyes seemed to change from a warm green to a sickly poison hue. (That, and also when England actually made something edible) Tilting her head around to look at his face, his eyes did change. The color seemed so sudden and remembers what happened, Canada tripped over something making her scramble to get back to her chair.
"Madeline, what on earth are you doing?"England's eyes seemed to have gone back to normal. Canada sighed in her seat. "I know your threatening look, Arthur. It scared the crap out of me." England rolled his eyes. Turning back to the boys he told them to go back to their seats. A chime went off, starting class. Potter and Black sat at the same desk in the back, Potter with his feet on the table. Oriento and he would be best friends.
England made his introduction, most students not paying attention. The red head seemed to be the only one paying attention. Canada got up and walked around, no one really noticed. I got behind Potter, he was whispering to Black. Canada grabbed the back of his chair, pulled back slightly, and stepped back. Potter fell back with an 'AGH!' He was then looking up at her; she gave a three finger wave with an amused smile.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" Potter almost screamed. He got up and was eye level with Canada.
"Wouldn't have happened if you weren't misusing that oak table." Potter grumbled picking up his chair, during his fall, a few girls gasped but the red head was looking amused and smug. Amongst his grumbling, Canada heard something along the lines of 'tree hugger American' Canada grabbed Potter's collar pulling to her level again.
"I'm not an American, dip-stick. Call me one again; you won't be able to see what one is really like." Seething each word, Canada's eyes went from a warm blueish-purple to a deadly ruby-amethyst. A gulp was heard from Potter.
"Madeline Pays Williams*! You can't hurt students! Put. Him. Down." Canada smirked evilly, setting Potter down.
"Come on, Arthur. Can't take a little…. Greeting?" Canada shrugged. England gave a 'are you kidding me' look.
"Greeting, yes. Assault, no. Now be peaceful again and sit in your chair." Canada walked calmly to her seat, hearing Potter whispering to potter.
"She's got a firm grip, mate. Stronger then she looks-"he cut himself off. "Padfoot, you're such a bloody pervert." A snicker and they were quiet.
‽O‽
After that class, Canada rushed to follow a student. Seeing him down the hall she ran to catch him.
"Potter! Stop."HE and his pose turned and looked at Canada. She stopped in front. Suddenly she felt like she didn't want this.
"Look, about in Arthur's class, I have a habit of making bad first impressions. So I'm sorry about that whole thing. I don't want to make enemies with anyone, so…" Canada stuck out a hand, "Can we try again, no threats." Potter took Canada's hand, smiling.
"Alright. James Potter."
"Madeline Williams. Canadian, just to get that through." James pulled his hand back and scratched his neck.
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Anyway, these are my best mates." He nodded to his pose. France Hair Boy stepped forward and kissed Canada's hand.
"Sirius Black. Pleasure to be in your presence." Canada raised an eyebrow, pulling her hand back.
"Can I make it clear that I do have a boyfriend, Sir Black. Also keep your flirting to your age group, I too old for you." He held his hands up in defense and back off shaking his head. Another boy with a book tucked under his arm stuck out his hand.
"Remus Lupin. Au plaisir de vous répondre*" Canada gasped.
"Vous parlez français*?" He nodded, taking his hand back.
"Mum made me learn when we went to France. I saw no point, I had a feeling I would never use it again." Canada patted him on the back.
"I'll make sure you'll use it." The chime went off and the boys ran off to their next class, shouting along the way
"Sluggy's going to kill us!" Sirius panted as he took a left. Canada chuckled and walked back to England's room. He had a free period, but when Canada got there the head master was talking with him.
"I know that you both are Nation sprits, but that gives her no reason to harm my students" England nodded.
"Yes, sir. She won't do it again; she has that kind of habit. She ends up being friends with the lad. Speaking of which- Madeline?" Canada nodded.
"Won't happen again, sir. Just a little mishap with nationality. It's all settled now." Dipplet nodded and left. Canada turned to England.
"Well, that was fun. I almost wanted to miss hockey for it. Oh, wait. I did."England held up his hands.
"You didn't have to come to Hogwarts. It was an offer just to be together, no America, France, or Russia to worry about." Canada scoffed.
"You make us sound like an old married couple. England, we're countries. Not some sissy humans that actually feel love. Plus you are not my boy friend, which I'm starting to wonder what he's doing, considering I can't contact anyone from this place." England hit Canada on the back of the head.
"I forgot how much of a smartarse and idiot you can be. It's called writing a letter Canada. You use a pen and paper, and write letters to make words. You got that?" Canada then hit him on the head.
"I'm not a complete dumbass, England! I know how to write longhand. If you forgot, you taught me, along with my English lessons. Remember?" England went back to his desk and went through the few papers on his desk. Neither one of the nations noticed the boy outside the door of the History of Magic classroom. Snickering away at his new information, he now had black mail for the new teacher and his assistant.
1st Asterisk- Pays is French for country.
2nd Asterisk- Pleasure to meet you.
3rd Asterisk- you speak French?
A/N:
Ta-Da! *sparkles* so sorry if the characters are off, all but Canada, She will be explained later. MWHAHA…. I figured that since there's no marauders era story, plus I love Sirius Black but not as much as my Switzy. So yeah, just my little random Idea….
:P