Author's note: This is my first ever Hetalia crossover fanfic, with Harry Potter in it. Sorry for those who expected the Hogwarts's original students would appear here, but the teachers still appear, I promise you. Aah.... just quit the babbling and enjoy the story… I hope =_=;;
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Peron 9 ¾ was as crowded as usual in the beginning of October. Students and their families saying good-byes to each other, students exchanged their summer holidays' experiences. Kirkland's family was one of those.
Arthur Kirkland, wearing his dark brown sweater and a pair of dark jeans. His dirty blonde hair couldn't cover his thick eyebrows. He stared around the crowded Peron, searching his fellow Gryffindor mates. Beside him, his little brother: Peter, who wore Arthur's old jacket and a pair of blue jeans. Arthur's three elder brothers, Carl, Roy and Mike had gone away with their fellow trouble-maker mates (and their luggage), while their parents were nowhere to be seen, still not passing the portal.
"Hey, Arthur, in what house do you think the Sorting Hat will sort me?" asked Peter enthusiastically. Arthur wasn't his favorite brother, obviously, but he can't resist his curiosity about the Houses. "Do you think there's a chance for me to get in Gryffindor?"
"Less than zero," said Arthur carelessly, kept checking his watch and grew worries every times he looked up. Peter scowled at him and playing with his brand-new camera his parents just bought in Diagon Alley.
Then, two figures came toward them, and Arthur sighed in relief. Their parents had walked as fast as they could toward them. "A little problem at the portal," Mrs. Kirkland said before Arthur could spoke a word, "and there's too many Muggles to witness. Here," she said, giving both Arthur and Peter a small bag. "What is this?" asked Peter.
"Just some Chocolate Cauldron, in case you're hungry or what," said Mrs. Kirkland. "You can't buy the whole food trolley and it's not going passing you every time you want, so in case you're hungry…"
Mrs. Kirkland's voice broke off by the train's rang.
"Come on! Come on! On board!" said Mrs. Kirkland hurriedly, pushing Arthur and Peter to the train.
"Bye, Dad! Bye, Mum! I miss you!" shouted Peter from the window. Mr. Kirkland grinned to him and Mrs. Kirkland waved her hand at him, tears floating at her beautiful green eyes. "We'll write you letters!" she shouted before the train kept speeding up, and the Peron had lost in sight.
Peter turned to Arthur. "So?" he asked tentatively. Arthur tilted his head a bit. "If we're lucky, we could find an empty compartment."
Arthur dragged his luggage, followed by Peter. The compartments were packed with peoples Peter didn't recognize (of course, considering the fact that he's a first-year). Arthur kept checking the compartment until someone shouted at them.
"Hey, lil' bros! Come here and join us!" shouted Carl. His face almost similar to Arthur and Peter, with exception that he had a red, long hair like Mr. Kirkland.
"I don't want to sit with bunches of trouble-makers like you," said Arthur sulkily. Carl grinned. "Of course, I'll ruin your chance as the Prefect or the Head Boy," said Carl, ruffling Arthur's hair. "Then, search your own compartment because this is the trouble-makers compartment," Carl turned to Peter. "Would you join us, lil' Pete?"
Peter almost accepted it when Arthur grabbed his hand. "No," said Arthur clearly. "He's coming with me, come Pete."
"Hey! Don't pull me! It hurt!" said Peter indignantly, Arthur then didn't pull him any longer but still grabbing Peter's hand. "Don't ever try to become like those three," said Arthur. "They just ruined the name of Kirkland's family."
"They great!" said Peter. "Nothing's wrong with them! Well… with exception that they had at least more than a dozen detentions every year…"
"Yeah, it's really great," grunted Arthur. "And everybody thought that I should be like them. Bloody trouble-makers…"
Arthur stopped in front of a compartment, and looked a rather hesitant. "What?" asked Peter, then he peeked between Arthur's body. "There are just two people there."
Arthur considered a moment, then opened the compartment door. "Hi, Kiku, Heracles," he greeted in a rather guilty tone. "Umm… can I come in?"
"Of course, Arthur-san," said the Japanese man called Kiku in a polite manner. Arthur nodded a little then entered the compartment, followed by Peter. Arthur put his and Peter's luggage on top and sits across Kiku and someone Peter thought as Heracles.
"How's your holiday, then?" asked Arthur.
"Not bad," said Kiku. "Visited my mother in Japan, she really stressed out with her works and need someone to do home chores."
"How about you?" asked Arthur to Heracles.
Heracles's sleepy eyes just stared at the sleeping cat on his lap. "Went to Egypt… found many interesting magical things like this one…"
Heracles searched his pocket and took out a small replica of sphinx. Heracles tapped it with his wand and the sphinx stirred. It rose up, purred and started to jump down from Heracles's palm to Peter's feet.
Peter's mouth opened in awe. "Cool," said Peter, picking the little sphinx and examined it with mild excitement.
"Who is this, Arthur-san?" asked Kiku.
"My youngest brother, Peter," said Arthur, glaring at Peter because he didn't introduce himself. But Peter didn't notice it and keep playing with the sphinx that now jumped on his head. Peter laughed.
"This thing is cool!" said Peter when the sphinx jumped back on his lap. "Like a real cat! With exception that a real cat wouldn't be this small."
"Ah, I see," said Kiku, nodded a little. The sphinx hopped down from Peter's lap and walked back to Heracles. Heracles picked it, tapped it gently with his wand and it stopped moving. Heracles put it back inside his pocket.
"Do you have any idea in what House will you be sorted, Peter-kun?" asked Kiku.
Peter stared at the Japanese man. "Well," he shrugged. "By the fact that my parents and my brothers sorted into Gryffindor, there must be big chance that I'll in Gryffindor too, right?"
Surprisingly, Heracles shook his head a little—Peter thought he was in mid-sleeping.
"Not every family members enter the same house," he said. "Like the Vargas brother… Feliciano in Slytherin meanwhile Lovino in Hufflepuff."
"But Kiku and Meimei in one house," said Arthur, indicating Kiku.
"Except Kiku and Meimei, his other brothers are separated," continued Heracles. "And also the Baltic brothers."
"How about that crazy Russian siblings, then?" asked Arthur.
"Katyusha also separated from Ivan and Natasha," continued Heracles with same sleepy expression. "And also Alfred and Matthew."
"But the Beilschmidt brothers in Slytherin," said Arthur.
"That's quite understandable," said Kiku. "Gilbert-san and Ludwig-san are straight descendants of Slytherin's founder."
"Who?" asked Peter.
"Gilbert and Ludwig Beilschmidt," said Arthur. "Yeah, right. They're straight descendants, of course."
They fell in silence when the compartment's door opened loudly and a frozen-face boy teenager stood there. Behind his back, a small boy who looked like a girl, staring worriedly around him like a lost puppy. "'s on' o' 'u see a lil' cat 'roun' 'ere?"
In unison, they four shook their heads slowly.
"Oh, no, Hanatamago!" said the small boy a little hysterically. The frozen face boy soothed him. "W'll foun' 'im, Tino, don' worr'. Than's 'u fo'," he said to them and closed the compartment door.
"Who's that?" asked Peter slowly.
"Ravenclaw fellow, Berwald Oxenstierna," said Arthur. "Sixth-year, and bloody smart guy, that one. How many OWL's did he get?" asked Arthur to Kiku.
Kiku shrugged. "Around 12, I've heard."
Peter decided to stay away from the conversation and stared outside the train's glass window. He didn't know exactly, but he knew that they had left London for miles.
Suddenly, Peter's excitement about his first-year at Hogwarts evaporated as he realized something. He had left his home, his parents, and now heading to a foreign school where all young witches and wizards trained themselves, including his family. He was scared; what if Heracles was true, that he'll not accepted in Gryffindor and dumped in other Houses? His family was all Gryffindor (with exception of his great-great-grandfather, who was in Hufflepuff). He can't stop wondering Mrs. Kirkland's face when he found out that his youngest son had been accepted to—worst of all—Slytherin.
Peter shook his head. It won't happen, he knew it. He'll accept to Gryffindor, no matter what. There's no denying it. Peter smiled slightly at his own thought. But how if he was wrong? How if he, Peter Kirkland, been accepted to Hufflepuff?
Well… it isn't that bad, great-great-grandfather Charles was in Hufflepuff, too, thought Peter soothingly.
How about Ravenclaw?
Then that's prove I'm a smart guy, even better than Arthur or Carl or Roy or Mike, thought Peter optimistically.
Then, how about Slytherin?
Of course not! Thought Peter angrily. There's no way I'll accepted in that House! EVER!
His thoughts were destroyed by a loud voice came from outside. "Iggy!!"
Peter turned his head and saw a boy with blond hair and a pair of sapphire eyes. He wears a frame and he grinned like stupid.
"Hi, Iggy!!" he said cheerfully, sat beside Arthur. Peter frowned. Since when Arthur being called Iggy? "Get off me, Al," grunted Arthur when that boy rounded his arm around Arthur's neck.
"Hey, hey, is that your attitude after a long, solitude summer holiday to your loyal best friend?" the boy said, grinning widely. Arthur groaned.
The boy turned his head and noticed Peter. "Hey, there!" he said cheerfully. "You must be Arthur's little bro, right?"
Hesitated, Peter nodded. "How did you know?" asked Peter curiously.
"You just like Arthur, man," he said lightly. "And anyway, no one would have the same thick eyebrows like the Kirkland's do."
"Shut up, Al," grunted Arthur. The boy grinned. "I'm Alfred F. Jones," said the boy confidently. "You're Peter, right?"
"You know it, too?" asked Peter.
"Alfred-san has a skill of Legilimency here," said Kiku before anyone could answer. Peter stared at Alfred with awesomeness. As far as he knew, Legilimency is a magic skill where one could read someone's mind, or so he told by his brothers.
The compartment soon was filled by Alfred and Peter's chatting. Peter liked Alfred at once, by the fact that he was so outgoing and funny guy.
Their conversation was broke up by the voice of the opened compartment's door. They all turned and saw the same Berwald guy stood, now wearing his Ravenclaw robes and a Prefect badge on his chest.
"We're arr'vin' soon, g't ch'nge to 'our rob's," then he closed the compartment's door and heading to the next compartment.
"Oh, he's a Prefect?" asked Peter with amazement. Arthur nodded and got up to reached his and Peter's suitcase. "Yeah, the next Head Boy or so the rumors said. Here," Arthur gave Peter his brand-new robes. Peter grinned and wore it. Arthur then gave him his wand—Mr. Kirkland put Peter's wand in suitcase, in case he lost control of it because Peter can't control his magic well—Peter reached for it excitedly and examined it.
Alfred grinned to Peter. "Ollivander's wand, I guess."
"Of course," said Arthur who just wearing his Gryffindor robes. "Do you suppose there's other wand-maker as great as Ollivander?"
"May I take a look?" asked Heracles, Peter nodded and gave Heracles his wand. Heracles stared at it sleepily. "12 and half inches, holly tree, unicorn hair… am I correct?"
Peter nodded in amazement when Heracles gave his wand back. "How did you know?"
"Heracles-san really got a hand on wands," informed Kiku, rather fondly.
Peter stared around them, they all have incredible magic skills, there's no denying it. Then he wondered whether he has a great magic skill like they do or not…
"Hogwarts!!" said Alfred cheerfully, leaning toward the window, passing the grunted Arthur. Alfred hugged Peter in one-arm and pointed outside the window. "See that, boy? That's the best magic school in the world!!"
Peter tried to look among the dark and saw dimly a big castle stood on a small island in the middle of a dark lake. Other than that, Peter can't see clearly.
Peter smiled widely.
He finally reached Hogwarts.
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… how was it, readers? Sorry if it… well, kinda' suck =_= and for your information, Carl, Roy and Mike are: Ireland, Scotland and Wales, they three in sixth-year. Most of them are in fifth-year, with some exceptions like Berwald who actually in sixth-year.
About Hanatamago… well, I know exactly that Hogwarts just allowed cats, frogs and owls to be pets... but in this case, I changed Hanatamago to a cat because I think Tino wouldn't be complete without Hanatamago X3 and I just noticed that there's no magic that could read wands… well, let's just say that Heracles had the same gift like Ollivander. Not that he's a wand-maker though… just like, you know, the Ministry officer in Harry Potter's fifth book who read people's wands... and I kinda' like the idea of Alfred could do Legilimency.
I'm still waiting for reviews, people!!
