My name is Neamhain Fionnait Beilschmidt and I'm a 14 year old Fourth Year at Hetalia School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There are 4 dorm houses. They are: the UNC Tarheels, their symbol is a ram and we call them Tarheels; the NC State Wolfpack, my house, our symbol is a wolf and we are called wolves; the ECU Pirates their symbol is a pirate and are called pirates; and the Duke Blue Devils, their symbol is a blue devil and we call them blue devils. We are located in Sanford, North Carolina, United States of America. We didn't go to the Tri-wizard Tournament last time it was around. So here I am on my way to my first Tri-Wizard tournament it better be epically beast or some ones gunna get put in intensive care *coughHeadmaster Blackcough*. I am NOT known for my self-control, someone wrongs me someway somehow the LEAST amount of damage they can hope for is a broken bone. But we're here now and personally this place looks better and feels better than our place. I feel an elbow jammed into my ribs by one of the only people able to mess around with and tease me, Kimishiro Rukia.
"Hot boys dead ahead!" she whispered. I turned my head and saw two boys ahead of us laughing. One of them had raven black hair, average skin color, green eyes, glasses, wearing black jeans and a red and yellow t-shirt, and a Lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Personally I didn't think he was hot but then again every girl has different views. The second was a red-head, with freckles, blue eyes, tall, lanky, wearing the same clothes as the Raven haired kid. He was cute not hot just cute. Rukia had already looked away and was talking to another friend of ours, Jacob Carlyle, the red haired kid saw me looking at them, jabbed his friend in the ribs, said something to him, the raven haired kid looked towards me, and walked over to me.
"Hi, I'm Harry James Potter" the raven haired kid introduced.
"I'm Ron Weasley" the red head introduced.
"Hallo. Ich bin Neamhain Fionnait Beilschmidt." I replied in my German-Irish accent.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Come again?" Ron asked thoroughly confused.
"Hello. I'm Neamhain Fionnait Beilschmidt." I said rolling my eyes. So we swapped information about our schools until Rukia pulled me away to give "ground rules" such as don't beat anyone up, don't curse someone out in several different languages, be semi-nice, and be lady like as my friend Madison Bolen cut in and said. I had noticed a blond boy watching us as I was given ground rules trying his hardest not to laugh. So I wandered off into the town of Hogsmead in search of the blond and I soon found him. He was, alright tough-girl-who-couldn't-care-less-about hot-boys says this, HOT! He had Platinum-blond hair, pale, silver eyes, tall, probably has abs, and wearing a silver t-shirt with a green snake on it, black jeans, and beast converse green with a silver snake on it.
"Hello, I am Draco Lucius Malfoy and who are you?" the blond inquired.
"Hallo. Ich bin Neamhain Fionnait Beilschmidt." I said as I looked him over. The bell from the School before us suddenly started to chime and all students started to run as fast as they could toward the School. I noticed that Draco was a little nervous looking but told me to go ahead to Hogwarts and that he would be there in a little while. I opened my mouth to protest and tell him that I was staying, Ron and Harry came into where we were.
"There you are we've been looking all over Hogsmead for you! Your friends asked us to find you before we go to Hogwarts." Harry exclaimed.
"Come on, Neamhain we have to get there now. You too Malfoy." Ron said as he turned around and he and Harry started walking towards the castle before us. I smirked as I grabbed Draco's arm and easily pulled him with Harry, Ron, and I towards Hogwarts. We quickly arrived at Hogwarts and I was quite quickly pulled into an easily bone-crushing hug buy no other than my older bruders, Ludwig and Gilbert Beilschmidt.
"Where the heck were you?" They said in unison.
"No where special. Just checking things out." I said with a bored drawl in my voice. We walked to the Great Hall and I entered with the rest of my school.
"Whoa…. This place is huge." My friend in my same year and same age, Tristen Cooper breathed loud enough for me to hear him but no one else as I was walking beside him.
"Not as big as our schools's Quidditch Pitch, but very close…." I whispered back to him.
"Touché" he whispered back.
I grinned at the thought of our school's Quidditch Pitch. I was a Quidditch freak. I was my House's team's Seeker. And, BOY! Was I good at it. I could find a Snitch before you could say Expelliarmas. Catching it was the tricky part. I always had the latest broom, trained day and night, rain, shine, snow, heat it didn't matter. I soon heard a different accent than the British accents all around me, a Bulgarian accent, and I started looking around for the source of the accent.
"So, you don't vike ze Wronski Feint I pulled during ze Match, or Bulgaria at all? Vho do you vike then?" A tall, sulky looking boy said with an accent that I believed now, no knew, to be a Bulgarian one.
"No I don't. I go for the Kenmare Kestrels and the Irish National Quidditch Team. I always have and always will. But I will give ya this, mate, great work on catching the Snitch. That's all I'll give ya." A sandy haired, blue-eyed, Irish accented boy said. I tried my best not to ogle him but I was probably failing… badly. He was hot as, as my friend Abbey would say h-e-double-hockey-stick! Forget that pale boy! He told the other boy good bye and walked in my general direction.
"Nev! Neville! Neville Longbottom! Longbottom!" he called to a tall pudgy boy to my right talking to Tristan. The boy turned, rolled his eyes, said bye to Tristan, and walked over beside me. The Irish boy started to whisper something into his ear. I heard what he said clearly.
"Nev, I am serious about that Bulgarian not exactly being trust worthy. I just had a chat with him, and he knows almost all the dark spells there is. And I'm NOT saying this because he got the Snitch before Lynch, but it's a good idea to keep an eye on him. Imma keep a close eye on him and see what happens as time goes on. Be careful when you're around him." He whispered. Did he not realize I could hear him? Oh wait. I had a lot better hearing sight smell taste and touch than normal humans. I am not fully human, I'm a werewolf. A violent, semi-evil, yet sensitive, caring, vengeful werewolf. I sighed as I was forcefully reminded of a sad, dark, haunting, terrifying memory.
Laughing, I ran through the forest. I was 9 at the time. "You can't catch me! You can't catch me" I taunted a local gang, who I had ticked off by my own stupidity. I had managed to shake them off, but as I slowed down I realized I hadn't been in this part of the forest before.
"Hello, cub. What brings you to this part of MY forest?" a rough, deep voice cooed from underneath the shadow of an oak tree .I gasped. I had heard of the voice before.
"I ish lost sir. I was running from a bunch of meanies who tried to beat me up." I said trembling. A man stepped out of the shadows. He had midnight black hair to the small of his back, jet black eyes that sparkled with a hunger for flesh, tan skin, and was very tall. The man chuckled. I could tell that tonight was a full moon, I had memorized the moon's cycles. I was in trouble and I knew it from the tips of my long sandy blond hair to the bottom of my guts. Night had fallen and the man started to transform into his wolf form. I screamed and tried to run but found myself strangely rooted to the spot.
"An fear mac tíre! An fear mac tíre! Cabhrú le! Cabhrú le! The Wolf man! The Wolf man! Help! Help!" I screamed hoping someone would come to my rescue. The wolf in front of me howled at the full moon and started to advance on me. I was screaming and sobbing while he approached me "An fear mac tire! An fear mac tire! Cabhrú le! Cabhrú le! The Wolf man! The Wolf man! Help! Help!" The wolf tackled the paralyzed German-Irish girl whose dead mother was from Ireland and dead father was from Germany. The wolf still had that look of hunger in his eyes as he began to bite and claw me. I screamed for help.
"Get your filthy paws off of her, you mangy mutt!" A voice screamed. I looked up as a boy that looked no older than my older bruder ran forward with a stick at the wolf that had me in his jaws.
"Stupefy!" the boy roared. It had no effect. "Incendio!" That had an effect as a pile of sticks behind the wolf caught fire and singed him. He dropped me and ran.
"Are you alright?" the boy asked.
"….." I blacked out from the blood loss, pain, and shock from the attack. I woke up several hours later.
"Good you're awake. I was worried that you weren't going to make it. That attack was very bad." The boy breathed.
"Why did he attack me? Why me? Why not someone else?" I whispered.
"I don't know but it might be because you were the only one in his sight at the time. Here let's get you to the hospital." The boy said as he lifted me into his arms and took off into the forest.
I sighed again as I looked around at all the normal people. Then my mouth dropped at the sight of a boy who looked about 17. I whispered something to Tristan, who nodded, and I walked no ran towards the 17 year old boy.
"Yeah, this year's going to be interesting. Wonder who's going to be the Hogwarts champion." The boy laughed to his friend beside him.
"Cedric! Cén chaoi a raibh tú? Cedric! How have you been?" I said as I skidded to a stop in front of him. Cedric looked as if he didn't recognize me. "5, 6 years ago in a forest on a full moon, a werewolf attacked me and you came to my rescue. Remember?" I whispered in his ear. Cedric's face showed that he remembered me now.
"You still remember me? I'm honored to still be part of your memory." Cedric chuckled.
"Still remember ya? I think I would never forget the person who saved me life. Ya almost look exactly the same, just taller." I chuckled. He swept me into a hug.
"Do you still go into that forest now after what happened?" He questioned.
"Yeah, It's gonna take more than an overgrown poodle to keep me out o' there. I go there every blessed chance I get. Not to mention, I need somethin' to practice me swordsmanship on, me archery, and me horsemanship in." I laughed as I returned the hug. I had to stop talking to him because he had to go do something called prefect duties. I walked with my school and sat at this table with a bunch of people called Gryfffindors.
"Dia duit Tá mé Séamus Finnigan. Cad is ainm duit? Cén bhliain ina bhfuil tú?" A sandy haired boy sitting in front of me smiled.
"Dia duit, Seamus Finnigan. Tá mé Neamhain Fionnait Beilschmidt . Tá mé i mo cheathrú bliain. Cén bhliain ina bhfuil tú?" I smiled back. He knew how to speak Gaelic! Sweet! Someone I could talk to and not have to worry about someone eavesdropping.
"Tá mé i mo cheathrú bliain freisin. An bhfuil aon fola na hÉireann i agat? Mar gheall ar a fhéachann tú an-na hÉireann." He replied. I was starting to like this boy. My friends were looking at us like we were crazy. His were as well.
"Tá, tá mé fuil na hÉireann. Bhí mo mamaí ó Éirinn. Cad mar gheall tú? An raibh tú riamh go hÉirinn?" I asked very excitedly.
"Tá an dá mo thuismitheoirí go bhfuil iomlán na hÉireann blooded. Mé i mo chónaí i mBéal Feirste, Éire. An raibh tú riamh go hÉirinn?" He replied with equal excitement. My eyes widened. This boy was frickin' awesome! Belfast was the capitol of Northern Ireland! His whole family must have always been Irish, you could see it in his features.
So we talked and talked until Harry Potter, my friends, and Seamus's friends said to stop talking in a foreign language, because they felt left out, creeped out, and it was just weird talking in a different language.
"Well, I offered to teach you the language. But you said you never would need to use it. Well I got news for you. If you live around me you need it, next year the school's going to Belfast for some ceremony or other, and it would be good to know it if you need to pretend you do not speak English!" I snapped at my friends.
"Where did you hear we're going to Belfast next year?" my friend Lindsay asked.
"A certain Headmaster Leon Black, and no, I did a little spying during my free time." I rolled my eyes at her question. My annoying bruder's laugh soon pierced through our conversation.
"Gilbert! Den Mund halten!" My far more serious, and personally, far more awesome older bruder, Ludwig shouted at his older bruder.
"West! I can't help that Francis told such a funny joke." Gilbert laughed. I smirked as I rose up and walked up behind him and said with ease and icy venom;
"True, bruder. But, you didn't need to laugh as loudly as you did. I believe Ludwig would appreciate it if you didn't call him West."
"Sister! Wo kommst du her?" Gilbert spun around in his seat and gaped at me.
"In den Hintern und um die Ecke. Mit den Leuten in meinem Alter, du Idiot. Ich hatte ein wunderbares Gespräch, bis Sie uns unterbrochen." I snapped at him. I walked back to my seat with all eyes in the Great Hall on my back.
"You speak German?" Hermione Granger asked.
"Ja, Both me and mein bruders do. The eldest of us is Prussian, next oldest is German, and I'm German-Irish. I'm also the only one of us that can speak Gaelic." I said proudly.
"Isn't Prussian another name for German? " Harry asked.
"No!," I breathed and then I raised my voice so that both my brothers, who were listening to our conversation, could hear,"Well.. yes. But not in my family. There is a difference in between those two. The Prussian is an annoying, thinks he's awesomer than anyone else besides his trio and a select few others, always has a little bird flying around him idiot. The German is a serious, strong, more down to Earth, funny genius."
"Who do you think is going to be the champion of your school?" Seamus said changing the subject quickly before logic starts clashing with the idea.
"Oh thats easy! It's either my bruder Ludwig, the American Alfred F. Jones, or the Englishman Arthur Kirkland! I'm pretty sure it's bruder though."
~Time jump to after dinner, announcements, and the visiting students were shown to the House they would be staying in~
I watched my fellow students in the Gryffindor Common Room. Many of them were playing games with the Hogwarts students, like wizards chess, exploding snap, and other things like that. But others were doing other things like talking to the Gryffindors,or like others were kissing their boyfriends/girlfriends. Francis Bonnefoy was kissing his longtime crush Arthur Kirkland, you'd never thought they liked each other they really don't get on well. Ludwig was... WHOAH, didn't see that coming. Ludwig was kissing Alfred F. Jones, and bruder better be glad Arthur was preocupied with the Frenchman at the moment. Gilbert plopped down (awesomely) beside me and growled;
"Was hat er in Francis sehen? Ich bin so mehr awesome als er! Was bedeutet Francis haben, dass ich nicht tun?" Gilbert snarled.
"Wer?" I asked looked at my bruder raising my one eyebrow. That was probbably a stupid question.
" Der Engländer!" Gilbert said looking at Arthur sadly.
" Mach dir keine Sorgen Bruder" I said pulling Gilbert into a hug. Gilbert returned the hug and said;
" Danke Schwester," he loooked at me and smiled,"Sie wissen immer, wie man jemanden besser zu fühlen."
"Gern Bruder." I smiled back at him.
" Uh Oh! Ludwig wird sich in Schwierigkeiten geraten, wenn er jetzt nicht bewegt." Gilbert breathed. I turned to see Arthur moving towards where Ludwig and Alfred were at with a furious look on his face.
"Feliciano! Matthew! I need your help real quick!" I said to two boys on my right.
"Okay! Ve!" Feliciano called happily.
"Okay." Matthew whispered.
"Feli, go and get Ludwig out of Arthur's range of fury. Mattie, go do the same for Alfred." I commanded. Maybe living with militaristic Germany wasn't bad at all.
"Hey! Hey Arthur! Arthur!" I called as I ran up to him.
"What!" Arthur hissed turning around to face me.
"I just wanted to know if you're going to enter your name in The Goblet of Fire." I said faking an enthusiastic grin.
"No I am not. If that is all I have a matter to attend to." He said smiling at me. I knew he had a soft spot for me, almost everybody did. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see if Al and Lud were in a safe spot. They weren't.
"Hey! Seamus Finnigan made this really cool game about pirates and do you want to play? I know you used to be a pirate. He said it'd be cool to play against a pirate but he doesn't think that there's a pirate in Hogwarts right now." I said grinning.
"Oh all right. I'll play this game with you and Mr. Finnigan." He sighed.
"Epic! Come on he's over there in the corner." I said grabbing his hand and dragging him over to where Seamus was playing his pirate game.
"Seamus! I got a pirate to play the game!" I said grinning at the Irish boy.
"H-How I didn't think that there was a pirate at Hogwarts." He said gaping at me.
"Hello, I presume that you are Seamus Finnigan. My name is Arthur Kirkland; I used to be a pirate years ago." Arthur said extending a hand to Seamus.
"Seamus Finnigan. Nice to meet you England." He said shaking his hand. Both Arthur and I gaped at him.
"How-How did y-you know?" Arthur stuttered.
"I've been taught all about the personifications of the nations of the world since I could breathe. Me mam would rock me to sleep at night telling me all about you people. I knew something was strange about the name of your school, I couldn't pinpoint it until I saw some of the students." Seamus smirked.
So we spent hours talking about everything under the sun and playing the game, until we were forced to go to bed.
A/N: So what do you think?
All righty translation time!
Gaelic:
Dia duit Tá mé Séamus Finnigan. Cad is ainm duit? Cén bhliain ina bhfuil tú?-Hello I'm Seamus Finnigan. What's your name? What year are you in?
Dia duit, Séamus Finnigan. Tá mé Neamhain Fionnait Beilschmidt. Tá mé i mo cheathrú bliain. Cén bhliain ina bhfuil tú?-Hello, Seamus Finnigan. I'm Neamhain Fionnait Beilschmidt. I'm in my fourth year. What year are you in?
Tá mé i mo cheathrú bliain freisin. An bhfuil aon fola na hÉireann i agat? Mar gheall ar a fhéachann tú an-na hÉireann.- I'm in my fourth year also. Are there any Irish blood in you? Because you look very Irish.
Tá, tá mé fuil na hÉireann. Bhí mo mamaí ó Éirinn. Cad mar gheall tú? An raibh tú riamh go hÉirinn?-Yes, I have Irish blood. My mom was from Ireland. What about you? Have you ever been to Ireland?
Tá an dá mo thuismitheoirí go bhfuil iomlán na hÉireann blooded. Mé i mo chónaí i mBéal Feirste, Éire. An raibh tú riamh go hÉirinn?-Both of my parents are full blooded Irish. I live in Belfast, Ireland. Have you ever been to Ireland?
German:
Bruder/s- brother/s
Gilbert! Den Mund halten!- Gilbert! Shut Up!
Sister! Wo kommst du her?- Sister! Where did you come from?
In den Hintern und um die Ecke. Mit den Leuten in meinem Alter, du Idiot. Ich hatte ein wunderbares Gespräch, bis Sie uns unterbrochen.-Up your butt and around the corner. With the people my my age, you idiot. I was having a wonderful conversation untill you interrupted us.
Ja- yes
Mein- my
Was hat er in Francis sehen? Ich bin so mehr awesome als er! Was bedeutet Francis haben, dass ich nicht tun?-What does he see in Francis? I'm more awesome in him! What does Francis have that I do not?
Wer?-Who?
Der Engländer!-The Englishman!
Mach dir keine Sorgen Bruder- Don't worry Brother
Danke Schwester, Sie wissen immer, wie man jemanden besser zu fühlen.-Thank you Sister,you always know how to make someone feel beeter.
Gern Bruder.-Your'e welcome Brother.
Uh Oh! Ludwig wird sich in Schwierigkeiten geraten, wenn er jetzt nicht bewegt.-Uh Oh! Ludwig will be in trouble if he does not move now.