Chapter 1: Summer

It was the end of the year. Harry was on the Hogwarts Express, on his way back to his personal hell, the Dursleys. Kirkland had asked Harry to keep quiet, and while hesitant, Harry complied. There was a knock on his compartment door before it opened. "Harry, you live with the Dursleys, yes?" Kirkland asked. Harry nodded. "Just making sure, is your aunt Petunia Dursley?"

"Yes—" Kirkland left before Harry could ask more about it. Ron and Hermione entered the compartment.

"Harry, what was Professor Kirkland talking to you about?" Ron asked he and Hermione had seen Kirkland leave the compartment.

"He asked about the Dursleys. That was it. Though I have a strange feeling about it…" Harry said.

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The police had come and arrested Uncle Vernon when evidence revealed that he had abused Harry for years, the second week into Harry's summer. Then he was taken out of the custody of the Dursleys, into that of Arthur Kirkland's. Somehow, Harry felt as if Kirkland did have something to do with it. He never even told Kirkland about his home life, nor where he lived, yet the young man knew. Harry was picked up from the police station by Kirkland as well.

"Harry, how are you feeling?" Harry looked to Kirkland, turning away from the window.

"I'm fine… just… overwhelmed, I suppose, Professor."

Kirkland laughed. "Please, call me Arthur while you stay in my care, though, that excludes when I'm teaching at Hogwarts. Anyways, I'm sure you're dying for answers, just wait a bit longer, we're almost at my house now." Trees now filled the window Harry looked out of, though the road was well paved, there were no bumps on the rides at all. It was completely smooth.

Kirk— Arthur pulled to a stop in front of a gate, clearly meant to be the entrance of this— estate was what Harry could describe of it. Arthur punched in the gate code, and the gates opened. They parked on the driveway, it seemed as if Arthur only had one car, even if he had a huge estate. "Welcome, to your new home— though I guess the Queen overdid it, just a little when I said I needed a new house half a year ago..." Arthur muttered the end part to himself. Harry stepped out the car, astonished. How could such a seemingly young person have this much wealth?

"Come, let's get you settled in." Speechless, Harry followed Arthur. "First, don't mind weird people popping in every now and then, I guess that just has to do with my— other job." Arthur directed Harry into a cosy living room. "Sit here, I think it would be better for you to hear everything sitting down."

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America awoke in a cell. How long had he been out for? He could only remember waking up and being knocked out again for a while. Right… that teenage girl with the white hair had kidnapped him. "Are you ready to cooperate, America?" The white-haired girl— no, some variation of a nation— asked with a taunting tone. America had never seen a nation that looked like her, was she a micro-nation?

"Answer me!" With that, also came the shout of "Crucio!" America could feel pain. Pain worst than what he had ever felt before. It was as if every single one of his injuries had come back to haunt him. Suddenly it stopped, America panted deeply. "It's nice seeing a superpower grovel at my feet, instead of being the one doing the grovelling." The micro-nation mused.

"You were always the centre of attention! I craved that attention, that affection you were receiving from everyone. No one ever paid attention to me they never noticed the young nation that was supposed to rise! To them, and to you, I was nothing! I was a squashed bug on the soles of your shoes." The micro-nation cast the spell of pain on America once more. "You were the lucky one. I had self-governed myself alone for three-hundred-fucking-years before he came along and 'claimed' me! You rejected all that affection and love England gave you and overthrew his rule in your country! I never had that affection and love! You, America, are the kind of person that I hate the most. Your actions have come back to haunt you."

America grunted. The pain of the spell had become duller. Eventually, it had stopped. "I think that's enough for one day. Don't think of trying to break out with your strength. We have a… barrier for that." With that, the white-haired micronation disappeared.

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Short first chapter because I got a bit lazy~ I'm really supposed to be doing my homework right now, but, eh I have another three hours before anything comes up, so it should be enough time. I know I got lazy at the end of Unlike Any Other, but everything just went down as usual exept England was there, and that would be boring. I've posted this Micro-Nation OC profile in the next chapter, so please check her out~ Until next time~

-Mintyleaf727