Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia (or Thunderclan, Riverclan, Windclan, or Shadowclan)


September 30th 1999

It was almost two weeks from Arthur's fourth birthday on October 14th, a bit more than a year ago his parents had a second son named Peter. His parents were excited to say the least, they had always been proud of how quick Arthur had been progressing.

He learned how to fly his miniature broom around the house at two and a half years old. He had even once gotten a hold of his fathers wand, when his parents finally noticed they were in complete panic, until they saw him.

There Arthur was, a toddler holding a wand, with a 50 pound plant floating midair in front of him. So if you asked his parents about him, they'd say something along the lines of, "Arthur is a complete genius when it comes to sorcery."

Although Arthur was praised so much for his skills around magic, when it came to social skills he was a complete and utter failure. He would barely ever talk to anyone other than his parents and brother, sometimes going as far as to run away from anyone who tried to talk to him.

His parents were concerned but when they consulted a counselor, he said that it was just a phase and send them off. It didn't stop them from worrying but, they fretted less.

Arthur couldn't wait for his birthday, as the little kid that he was despite how smart. His family were so happy and careless at this point.

That night, a burglar broke in the house, he had a gun gleaming from his pocket. Sneaking through the house, he found the parents. He done this before and almost got caught because the owners to the house woke up and called the cops, he wasn't taking any chances this time.

He pulled out the pistol and pointed it toward the sleeping figures, he shot the father first, waking the mother. She made a grab for her wand, which was placed neatly on the bedside, but she was shot before she could reach it.

Arthur had been woken up by the ruckus and rushed to see what happened. He came just in time to see his mothers life pour from her body and slump next to his fathers lifeless corpse. The intruder was facing away from him and hadn't seen him, so he used this chance to flee to his brothers room.

Their parents had put a spell on it to make it sound proof so they wouldn't wake Peter up when he was sleeping. There was no way Peter could have woken up.

Tears stung at Arthur's eyes but he didn't let them fall, he had to focus on keeping his brother safe from the man who had shot his parents. Arthur turned back just before entering his one year old brothers room to see if he was noticed.

The man had exited the room calmly, his back still facing the boy, but there was a mirror in the hall. Arthur could see that the man wasn't looking at it and sighed quietly in relief, but at where he was he could see the cold brown eyes scanning the living area.

At that moment, the mans face was etched into Arthur's memory. The narrowed brown eyes, his dark brown hair, tanned skin, skinny face as if he hadn't eaten in a long time. He was wearing dark ripped jeans and a black shirt that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in ages.

With the image of this man glued to his memory he slipped inside his brothers room, careful not to wake him. He laid Peter beside him underneath the small bed, the room was thankfully only given a glance, opening the door and was passed without a second look.

Arthur didn't move from that spot, not even when he heard the front door slam closed. It wasn't until morning he set Peter back into his crib and called the Police.

They put Arthur and Peter in an orphanage since they didn't have any living relatives. Peter grew up to be quite social and cheerful, Arthur had taught him about sorcery and magic and taught him to keep it a secret from all the others. Peter didn't take to much acknowledgment to the magic and was pretty much the opposite of Arthur. Arthur and Peter grew apart, they didn't talk to each other much and when they did, they fought.

Arthur was alone.

Arthur grew up to be quiet and kept to himself, he stayed away from all human contact and was pretty much feared by the other orphans since he always talked of magic and spells when he thought nobody was around. He also seemed to see things others couldn't, like a faerie in the garden that lay in the back or the troll that lived on a hill nearby the library Arthur always visited.

Every library had a section only a Sorcerer could see, it had all the books and supplies needed for any sorcerers' needs. It also had privacy from any mortals that could be hanging around, not that many came to the library in that town. The orphanage was in a town only a few hundred kilometers away from London and so close to the place he once called home.

At the age of eight Arthur and Peter were adopted by a mortal couple who had always wanted children since they got married. The woman, Marina Morgan, had Honey blonde hair and striking blue eyes. The man, Allen Morgan, had slicked back brown hair and blue eyes that were a shade darker than Marina's. Peter immediately liked their adopted parents but Arthur took a while to get used to them. He eventually warmed up to them and everybody was happy again, at least on the outside. Arthur and Peter didn't fight quite as much but it was still most of the time, they fought. Arthur was great with the school they put him into but he got bullied many times for being so awkward around others. They even went as far as to make up rumors that he was cursed! It somehow made sense to everyone because some strange things had occurred to the people around him. If he was provoked too much by anyone, a few days later, in some cases the next day, they didn't come to school. It could have been because of a broken bone or a bad fever, but every time that sort of thing happened it all pointed to Arthur.

He didn't mean for those things to happen but they seemed to happen more and more often in passing time.

Three years after Arthur was adopted in the summer he got a strange letter in the mail, it said:

Dear Arthur Kirkland,

Congratulations, you have been invited to the worlds school of sorcery. You will be studying the arts of magic in ways such as:

How to use Defensive Spells

How to Make Potions

When and where to use spells

How to blend in with mortals

and How to deal with Magical Creatures

We will send a supervisor to bring you here safely since you do not have one, He will explain the situation to your current guardians. He will show you where to get your supplies, the study tools needed are as listed below:

School Uniform

Black Ink

Pen

5 Notebooks

Wand

and the books titled

Beginner Defensive Spells

Potions Year 1

Spell usage 1

Studies on the Mortal life 1

Magical Creatures 1

The rules will be explained once you get to the school, we hope you will have a great experience at this school.

Sincerely,

Professor Roderich Edelstein

Arthur was beyond happy at this point, he had been waiting for this day his whole life! A wave of sadness crept over him as he thought of his parents, he wished they were here right now. Arthur tried his best to push it aside and went to tell Peter the good news.

"Peter! I finally got it, the letter, I'm going to be going to the worlds school of sorcery!" Their adoptive parents were out so he didn't need to caution himself about how loud he was.

"What? Arthur Jerk, you got in before me?" Peter exclaimed.

"I am older and more mature than you."

"But your such a jerk and you never talk to anyone, you don't deserve to go to that magic school before me." Peter was now fuming slightly.

"This even proves I'm more mature than you, someone who is mature wouldn't be complaining about it right now and be congratulating me." Arthur pointed out. "Right now your just being a little git having a tantrum."

"Am not," said Peter, pouting.

Arthur smiled and shrugged before walking out, "I'm going to make myself a snack," he called over his shoulder.

Peter gave a sudden panicked shout, "Wait! Mom made some snacks for us in the fridge earlier in case we got hungry so you don't have to cook!" He said the last part almost pleadingly. He loved his brother, despite his words, but when it came to his cooking, Peter ready to run for the hills anytime.

Arthur blinked, slightly confused by his brothers reaction, "Alright, guess I'll just get a snack from there." He was even more confused when he heard his brother sigh in relief. No one exactly had the guts to tell him his cooking sucked but they did everything they could to keep him from cooking.

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Arthur was in a local pub with his supervisor, Mathias Køhler. Allen and Marina had taken things pretty well, although they did seem to freeze up for a good ten minutes. They seemed to think it was a joke at first but as soon as Mathias had actually cast a spell they were paler than a ghost!

Arthur was happy they had actually accepted the fact he was a sorcerer, they had always been quite accepting. He was secretly worried they would just flat out reject him.

Now, Mathias was leading him through the Pub to the back. When they entered a small room with wooden walls and a stone floor, Mathias pulled out his wand making a quick whip in the air. As he put his wand in his pocket the floor in front of them formed stairs moving downward, a light at the end of the stairs showing it led somewhere.

Arthur stepped out to see twisting streets everywhere with sorcerers crowding them, many different stores and houses lining the side of the streets. Everything was lively.

Mathias looked at Arthur in bemusement, "Well, here we are. This is Regina Gloriae Avenue."

Arthur got all the things he needed with his parents savings, they had been quite rich thanks to their high social status. And before Arthur knew it he was on the train that was to go to the school he had been looking forward to going to his whole life.

He had not said much to Mathias but the airhead didn't seem to notice thanks to his rambling. Arthur's goodbye had been a quick nod before getting on the train that was exclusively for students.

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When Arthur arrived to the school he was hopeful, but somehow rumors of him being cursed spread around, and Arthur's lack of social skills didn't help the matter. He knew the source of the rumors because he could see in a group of students, the one boy he hated most from his mortal school, Francis Bonnefoy.

When they were to be sorted into clans that varied on their personalities, everybody cheered for the person who became one of their own clan. Although, when it was Arthur's turn all there were was whispers.

The clans were: Thunderclan, Riverclan, Windclan, and Shadowclan.

The way they were sorted was they had to put a paper they had written their name on in a fire and the fire would turn whichever color that the clan was represented by. Yellow for Thunderclan, blue for Riverclan, white for Windclan, and purple for Shadowclan.

Everybody was silent as Arthur scribbled his name onto a paper and threw it into the fire. It shifted colors a little until it settled for a bright yellow that illuminated the room. The room was silent, no cheering at all was given, only the dead silence. The teachers sensed this and ushered Arthur to his seat. He took one as far away from Francis as he could get, the students closest to him shuffled away.

Yet again, Arthur was alone.

I am alone

In the world of the forgotten

my soul is bleeding and I can hear my shattering bone

this solitude is burning me alive

in this world not even a slight light has shone

I can't escape I'm chained to this land

there is no key, no hope

my cries echo silently in this broken messed up world

I have no power here and I have to stay as they demand

tearless eyes scan the world long forgotten

I have no tears left


I am still working on my other fanfiction but I wanted to write something like this too, it's based off of Harry Potter by J.K. Rowlning, I made as many changes to the school as I think would make the story work.

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