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Summary: When Ebony Maddox was sent to Hogwarts for her sixth year of schooling, her parents decided homeschooling was not enough, she did not expect meeting Aster Avondale, a Gryffindor sixth year.

When the school learns of the Triwizard Tournament Ebony enters and finds herself, and Aster, in a big mystery that concerns not only them, but four guests who are supervising the competition.

Rating: K

Pairing(s): None as of now

Author note: Padfoot, I owe you A Siriusly Good Tale don't I? I've been having trouble with that story and decided to scrap it, well not the ideas, and started this. Erinn will still exist but I've given her a new name, and this particular book will not be told in her POV. But I do hope you enjoy this.

《Chp. 1: An International Problem》

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Arthur Kirkland did not want to go to Hogwarts, not that he hated the school or the people in it, after all they were his citizens. No, he hated going back into the Wizarding World.

He had decided centuries ago, to cut his ties with the Ministry of Magic. They had become over corrupted in general, although there were few who did exempt from that stereotype, like the bloke in the 1600s. What was his name?

He sighed, the name was long forgotten in his never-ending pile of memories. He raised his hand and ran it through his tangled blonde hair making it stand up even more.

England knew the Ministry was going to badger him until he agreed to fulfill their demands, and as a nation he was suppose to be listening to them but as of right now, he couldn't care less.

He only showed up two decades ago when Voldermort had made himself an enemy to the nation as he carelessly killed many of his citizens, but when he had disappeared after trying to kill Harry Potter, England had left the scene to focus more on his muggle government and his place in the world as the representative of not just England but the United Kingdom as well.

True to his earlier prediction a large tawny owl flew into his room, it's large wing span nearly hitting his desk lamp. It landed on his desk and held out it's leg, where a nearly tied letter hung.

England scowled darkly and glared at the bird but it only gave him a hoot of impatience so he untied the letter and the owl took off towards his window. He watched the bird fly off before opening the envelope.

Dear Mister Kirkland,

I would hope that you please reconsider your chose of not representing Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding, during this school year as we bring back the Triwizard Tournament. In hopes of changing your mind, we are sending an associate to talk to you and come to agree to any compromises.

Sincerely,

Barty Crouch

With a hiss England crumbled the paper up, throwing it into the nearby trashcan, cursing when it missed the can.

"To hell with the Ministry." He muttered crossly standing up, he did not need some idiot to show up to convince him to change his mind.

He wasn't going to.

England marched to the large, dimly lit kitchen, headed towards the refrigerator. He paused, changing his mind half way before turning to the large pantry door on his right. He needed some tea.

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England looked more relaxed, he was currently sitting in his green armchair sipping, in a gentlemanly way, his cup of steaming tea. He closed his eyes and sighed as the tea soothed the headache he had been nursing for the past hour.

The t.v. was on, but the volume was low and England hardly recognized it's presence as the 5 o'clock news began. The lights were also low, shadows covering the mint green walls and the paintings and picture that hung on them.

It was peaceful, for once. No one he hated was able to bother him. France was away, somewhere in the South Pacific, nowhere near him. America had gotten hurt and was stuck in his house until he healed. England never got these days and didn't take them for granted, a thought entered his mind.

Nothing bad can happen now.

And with that jinx, the doorbell rang out. He jumped in his chair, spilling his steaming tea on his white shirt. He let out a few choiced words and sat down the china cup still wincing at the scalding tea soaking his shirt.

The Brit opened the door ready to give the person at the other end a scolding only to stop with surprise to see a familiar face grinning back at him.

"Jeez, Artie, you said you were a gentleman.."

He sighed opening the door wider, "You would have said the same thing if you had tea spilt on you."

"Pft, I prefer butterbeer!" The newcomer grinned cheekily and pulled out a wand, cleaning Arthur's shirt with a flick of her wrist.

"Now, stop your complaining little brother."

England scowled and led his guest to the parlor, where she sat down.

"Would you like some tea?"

"I suppose, you don't have butterbeer do you?"

England shook his head and wrinkled his nose before stepping into the kitchen to make some more tea.

The newcomer, we have established her gender as a girl, stared at her surroundings a curious look in her grey eyes. She chuckled and brushed back her red bangs before tying her hair into a ponytail. "Oi Iggy?"

"Don't call me That!" The said Brit huffed from behind her, carefully holding two cups of tea. "Anyways, why are you here Stori?"

This time the girl huffed with annoyance but accepted the tea the British representative held out to her.

"It's Astoria, not Stori." She muttered, "Besides I get to call you Iggy because it's my job as your eldest sister to humiliate you."

"Hmph." The Brit retorted. "So why are you here?"

"To talk, check up on you, doing my job from my boss." She set her untouched tea down and leaned forward still gazing at her younger brother an amused look in her eyes.

He raised a brow curiously, "What job?"

She only grinned in response. "Come on Iggy, you're suppose to be the smart one."

He scowled, glaring at her. "Astoria.."

"Alright! Alright! Jeez! No need to get all angry." Astoria ran her hand through her red hair, one that she shared with three of her brothers.

"I'm suppose to change your mind about going to Hogwarts this year."

"I'll already told Fudge, no!"

"You didn't tell me no."

"No!"

"Aw, shucks. You know, I am your older sister, Arthur. I can drag you there."

"Im stronger than you." He pointed out with a prideful edge to his voice.

That didn't faze the older country, who only grinned and leaned back in her chair. "I'll get Alba and Éireann to help me."

England glowered in response, "Look Astoria. Why can't you go, this is your country's business not mine."

"Because I can't represent Hogwarts, I'm representing everyone!"

He sighed, "I'll think about it."

"That's good enough," His sister replied knowing that she had already won this battle, "Tell me by the start of term."

He nodded slightly taking a sip of tea. "Anything else?"

"Any good beverages?" Astoria replied, her gray eyes lighting up.

"Tea is good."

"Pft, Artie I meant the hard kind."

"You are not getting drunk at my house Astoria!"

"Aw, why not? I don't get that drunk." The redhead was quick to defend herself, still grinning at the blonde haired nation who was growing more agitated by the second.

"Your worse than me, Scotland, and Ireland combined!" He retorted.

"Hmph. Fine. I'll go get my own drink." She stood grabbing her brother into a headlock and grinned as he struggled. "Next time I'm bringing some butterbeer."

She let go of the younger nation and dodge his glare, "What? I'll even bring Scottie and Éire."

"Don't you bloody da-"

The Brit was cut off by his elder sister apperating away. He sighed, grumbling about older siblings before picking up the tea cups and placing them in the dishwasher.

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England sighed, shifting in his seat to find a more comfortable way to sit. Unfortunately there was none and grumbled under his breath.

He was sitting in the empty, well nearly empty, Quidditch stadium watching his brother's team practice. Ireland was due to face Bulgaria the very next day and did not want to lose to the southern Europe country and face humiliation from his siblings.

England, though he wouldn't admit it outloud, was impressed with his older brother's team. They were very coordinated and he felt they had a big chance of winning.

He turned to the said brother, who had been sitting next to him during the practice, and nodded, "I think you have a chance William."

"Think? I have the game in the bag!" The Irish nation protested.

"I don't know, those Bulgarians have Krum."

"Pft, that's one player Artie. I have more than one good players on my team."

"We'll see." England suddenly grinned an idea popping in his head, "Let's make a bet."

That caught the other nation's attention and raised an eyebrow.

"If I win you have to go to Hogwarts this year... I'm betting Bulgaria."

Ireland nodded, "Alright. If I win, you can't ask me any more favours for the rest of the year."

"Deal!" They shook hands both confident in their claims.

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England lost the bet. That's why he was standing here outside Barty Crouch's office at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, standing next to him was Astoria who had taken into humming a song as she waited for the door to open.

After a few moments of waiting in the brightly lit corridor of the Department of Education the door was opened by a tall, redheaded boy.

Astoria grinned at the boy, "Hey Weasley."

The boy ignored her, probably used to the carefree attitude of the other redhead, let them inside the room to find a conversation going between the three others in the room. They looked back to see the new arrivals.

England first noticed the aging man sitting behind the desk, he immediately assumed the man was Barty Crouch. And found out his assumption was correct as he was introduced to the head of department.

He took a seat next to Astoria and turned his attention to the other two in the room. He first noticed the one closest to him and nodded a greeting.

"Lukas." He called to the Norwegian who was sitting calmly in his Wizarding robes, his sailor suit underneath. He hadn't removed his hat and it covered his blonde hair.

"Arthur." Was the curt reply, England, though, was used to the emotionless behavior his Norwegian comrade.

He took a look at the last person and found himself snarling lightly, glaring at the the nation who was wearing his usual outfit of red, purple, and blue.

England's thoughts turned sour at spotting the Frenchman, who was grinning at him.

"Why is he here?" He muttered angrily.

"I don't want to be here as much as you do, Angleterre." The French nation murmured. "Besides I'm here to represent the best school of magic; Beauxbatons.

"Hogwarts is better." He retorted.

Before their fight could continue on any farther Astoria coughed.

"Oookay! That's enough guys!" She nodded at Crouch, who in turn cleared his throat.

"You are all here to represent your schools in the Triwizard Tournament. We have discussed, my department and a few others, the agreed rules and regulations for the competition. Your job is to make sure your schools are following them, and to watch out for your students."

He flicked his wand and the booklets on his desk flew out, each one landing in the lap of a nation.

"Understood?"

The nations nodded, scanning the books.

"You are to remain with your school for the entire school year but your world meetings are the only exemption to your absent. Your behavior is representing everyone."

"Don't worry Barty!" Astoria grinned, "I'll keep on eye on them."

"I know how to behave!" England protested, "Unlike some people."

"Angleterre, you wound me."

"Belt it frog!"

This time no one stopped the fight from breaking out.

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There ya go folks. I hoped you enjoyed the beginning of this fanfiction and hope you come to enjoy it as the plot begins to rise.

Please critic, question, predict, or just say hi!

Anyways, the next chapter will be in a non-nation POV, the main character of the story will be introduced.

Adieu.

Translations:

Irish:

Éireann/Éire-Ireland

Alba-Scotland

French:

Angleterre- England

Word count: 2,143

Written: July 3, 2017 10:01 AM