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Arthur Kirkland, England as many knew him the personification of Great Britain sat drinking tea in the parlour with none other than Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore discussing the matter of Harry Potter.

"He's James and Lily's only son! Let me look after him, don't send him to that muggle family!" England was being most ungentleman like; he rose his voice more and more.

"Arthur, you're too busy to look after a baby; let alone one which is the son of James Potter. You knew him, his son's not going to be much better." England's head fell, he knew Albus was right, being a nation is difficult enough without having to deal
/with a magical baby. "He's going to live with the muggles and he'll have no contact with the magic world." Great Britain just nodded.

~10 years later - Americas House~

"America this place is filthy. How distasteful!" England ran his finger across the mantle of the fire place, drawing a line in the dust. America like usual was more focused on the American Football than England's complaints. Great Britain sighed and sat
/down next to the younger country, all was quiet until the 'hoot' of an owl came from the chimney.

"Oh buggar." Two letters, stamped closed with the Hogwarts Crest, floated out of the fire place landing perfectly on the coffee table. England opened his letter first.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry HeadMaster: Albus Dumbledore (order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock Supreme Mugwump, International Confred. Of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Kirkland, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely, Minerva Mcgonagall Deputy HeadMistress.

He had been accepted for the second time now, this must be serious. America stared at his letter confused, Magic wasn't real yet he was being sent to a school based around magic.

"Ummm Iggy?" The normally strong independent country looked down at the older one, confused and worried. England sighed, Dumbledore sure had a lot of explaining to do.

~Dumbledores office~

The two nations arrived via floo powder, to Americas amazement, not two minutes later than the letters had been delivered. Professor Dumbledore had made tea and scones knowing they would be coming, he also brought rum for himself and Arthur after the
/meeting was done.

"Hello Boys. I knew you'd be coming." England sat at the headmasters desk, Fawkes perched on his shoulder. He stroked the Phoenix, which he had once stole, making sure to respect it.

"So as you can guess Albus, Alfred and I are here to discuss the letters which we received earlier today."

"Well Arthur, as you should know Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts this year, I fear something bad is lurking. I need you to enrol in Hogwarts like last time, protecting the boy at all costs." As the adults talked, America's curiosity got the best of
/him, he observed everything in the room; from the Phoenix on Englands shoulder to the tattered looking hat on the shelf.

"What are you starring at?" The hat spoke with attitude in his voice. Alfred screamed, falling backknocking into a cabinet full of memories (not that he knew this). The glass cabinet didn't smash nor did it hit the floor but it was suspended in

mid air, England held an old slightly worn wand in his hand. His face showed disappointment at the man on the floor.

"Albus, please turn us into children so we can fit in at Hogwarts."