Chapter 1: A beginning
This is my first fic so please go easy on me;
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or Harry Potter.
If you ever get the feeling to go to the U.N. meeting building the day before a full moon you can see quite a lot of peculiar things.
If you for example go to the third floor and listen outside room 36 you can hear things that may sound insane to some people.
But the those who are in there aren't just some people.
England's POV
"GET OFF ME YOU BLOODY FROG!" Screamed the personification of England when he felt someone grab his waist. The answer was all too familiar:
"honhonhon~ But angleterre~ you look so grumpy, Mon ami!
"I am not your friend ,frog, now could you please go and take your seat! The meeting is about to start" England said with an irritated voice. France always had the ability to ruin his day.
Then he frowned into table again.
Before the frog came and so rudely interrupted him he had been thinking about things that nobody except, maybe Norway and Romania would understand.
Just this morning he had been reading the newspaper. Not any newspaper though. He had been reading 'The Daily Prophet' the main newspaper of his magical community.
The newspaper stated that a young boy named Harry Potter was going to start studying at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
He of course knew who the boy was. Just about eleven years ago England had been in horrible condition because of a crazy wizard that called himself Voldemort. He was running around killing innocent muggles and muggleborns until one day, when he was planning to kill the potter family, who had been working against him for a long time. He killed the parents Lily and James without a problem but when he walked up to kill Harry something happened. Instead of killing the boy the spell somehow bounced off of him and onto Voldemort.
The crazy wizard hasn't been seen since and Harry is considered a hero and called 'The Boy Who Lived'
England knows Voldemort isn't dead. He also knows he will try to a kill the boy during his time at Hogwarts. He wants to protect Harry but he just doesn't know how.
He was dragged out of thoughts by an angry German voice that shouted:
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP! We need to get on with the meeting!
And thus the meeting was in motion. And it was surprising organized, so he didn't have time to continue thinking until he came home.
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When England finally closed the door to his house in central London he breathed a sigh of relief. The meeting may have been surprisingly organized but it was still tiring.
He fell down into one of the most comfortable chairs in his living room with a cup of tea in one hand and the mornings version of the daily prophet in the other. He needed to read through it again to catch his thoughts.
When he was about halfway through the article about Harry he suddenly realised exactly what he needed to do.
He went into a different room and came back with a feather pen and a roll of parchment. Then he started writing to the current headmaster of Hogwarts:
Hello Professor Dumbledore
It has come to my attention that I,
Arthur Kirkland,
have yet to receive my letter of acceptance from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I do not have a parent or guardian to sign the for but I would still like to go.
I'll be awaiting your answer.
Arthur Kirkland
Then England went over to a window and opened it. He gave out a low whistle and a big horn owl flew over to him.
"Please give this to Albus Dumbledore" He said as he attached the letter to the owl. The owl did something that could resemble a nod and flew of.
As soon as the owl was out of sight Arthur hurried down into his basement to wipe up a quick potion that would make him look younger.
Because England knew exactly what he needed to do. He needed to help Harry by being his friend.
As soon as the potion was done he took a small bottle of it and drank all of it. He immediately started feeling dizzy and was forced to sit down on a nearby chair.
Then everything went black.
It must have taken at least an hour before England woke up again. He got woken up by something pecking on his face. He opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was that the owl he sent away earlier was sitting on his shoulder with what he recognised as a Hogwarts acceptance letter but there was also a smaller piece of paper.
Next he noticed that the potion must have worked. His clothes didn't fit and his feet no longer reached the floor from where he sat on the chair.
He took the letter and thanked the owl who immediately flew away. Probably to go through the window England left open earlier.
As soon as the owl was out of sight he looked down on the letters it brought.
The first one was the same letter as every student always got, just as England had thought, so he took up the smaller piece of paper and started reading.
Hello Arthur.
I do apologize that you have not gotten your letter yet and I am happy you contacted me about it.
I welcome you to our school, though I am concerned to hear that you have no guardian, but I am sure we can fix that so don't worry.
Sincerely Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Arthur breathed a sigh of relief as he put the the paper down. He hadn't even thought about that he needed to be accepted to the school for his plan to work. Now that that's all fixed he just needed a few more things from his house before he left.
He managed to dig up his old wand from the bottom of a drawer. He hadn't used it since Hogwarts first opened and he was happy to see that it was still intact. He still preferred magic circles and dark magic though.
Next he took out a few books from last time he went to Hogwarts, who knew? Maybe they would be useful.
Lastly he took out his gringotts vault key and some floo powder and took everything upstairs to his fireplace and lit a fire.
As so many times before he stepped into the flames, threw the powder in them and said in a loud and clear voice:
"Diagon alley!"
Please tell me if you liked it, and if you didn't. And tell me about any spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.