Chapter 2: Diagon Alley.

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Scotland had to hold back a laugh as he saw how short the Magic Trio had become. Though on second thought, Sealand was still shorter, to the micronations displeasure.

" Alright you lot, I've got some spare clothes for you guys to change into. Don't want to go around with your trousers falling down." Scotland got some clothes out of a chest that was nearby and handed them to the de-aged nations.

After changing, Scotland had the four go back downstairs to the living room while he searched for something in the jars of the top floor.

Romania looked at England and Sealand carefully.

" Y'know, if Sealand was older, you two could practically be twins!" He laughed.

He was right, the two had the same blond hair and bushy eyebrows, the only real difference was their eye color. England had lime green, while Sealand had ocean blue. England rolled his eyes and Sealand giggled.

Norway cracked a tiny smile and turned his head towards the door as he heard Scotland coming downstairs. The red-haired nation walked into the living room and over to the fireplace.

" Gather round, gather round. See here, this is floo powder. Throw it into the fireplace and call out the place of where you want to go. Simple." Scotland took a hand full of the powder and threw in into the fireplace. Green flames rose up and in he stepped.

" The Leaky Cauldron!" In a whoosh, he was gone. Sealand pushed England forward. " You first!" England grumbled, but complied.

One after the other, they left Scotland's house and arrived in a dark pub and supposed Inn. Scotland was waiting out back near the bins. When they were all there Scotland tapped the bricks in some sort of pattern and slowly the wall opened up to reveal a rain soaked cobbled street lined with old and odd buildings. At the end of the street stood a large marble building which over towered all others.

" Welcome to Diagon Alley!"

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As the five walked down the alley, they were subjected to many stares, mostly aimed at Romania with his red eyes and fangs. He stayed close to Norway and England, trying to not let the stares get to him.

Scotland directed them to the large marble building, which turned out to be Gringotts Bank. After speaking to a goblin of all things and a cart ride down to the vaults, they left the bank, Scotland's wallet filled considerably.

First shop they went to was Madam Milken's Robes for All Occassions. Sealand was a little annoyed after getting some of the smallest robes, England teasing him about it. Next was Florish and Blotts, Potage's Cauldron Shop, Slug and Jiggers Apothacarey, even heading into Gambal and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop.

" Just to get your wands and a pet, then we can get ice cream, alright?" Scotland dragged the tired students down to Ollivanders. Apparently it had been around since 382 B.C. It was a small musty shop with thousands and thousands of dusty boxes.

Ollivander himself was an elderly man with pale eyes, unnerving Norway and Sealand. He seemed to recognize Scotland as he entered the shop.

" Ahh, Alistair! 12 inches, dual core of phoenix feather and unicorn hair, ash wood, correct?" The shopkeeper greeted them. Scotland nodded. He gestured to the four behind him.

" They'll be needing wands, Ollivander. The fifth years broke their ol' hand-me-downs last year. The other is going into first year, so he'll need one." Scotland pushed Norway forward.

" Lukas first."

Ollivander immediatley began picking out boxes from the shelves while a measuring tape began flitting around Norway, measuring everything, even the space between his eyes. He batted it away, keeping his relatively blank face.

It took about 12 wands until Norway found the one for him.

The first wand jumped out his hand.

The second melted.

The third disappeared.

The fourth refused to work.

The fifth exploded.

The sixth grew wings.

The seventh wouldn't let Norway touch it.

The eighth spazzed out.

The ninth grew minuscule.

The tenth rolled away.*

The eleventh exploded again.

The twelfth caused a window to break.

" Hmmm... Here try this one. 15 inch, dual core of dragon heartstring from a Norwegian Ridgeback and Veela hair, vine wood, flexible." Ollivander handed him the wand and Norway felt warmth rush up his arm as the wand produced red, white and blue sparks. That was his wand.

England wasn't any better, going through 15 wands in circumstances similar to Norway's. Finally, Ollivander handed him a 12 inch hard oak wood wand, with a duel core of phoenix feather and dragon heartsting. White and red sparks flew from the tip of the wand and a warm feeling spread through England.

Romania was even worse, having gone through a whopping 20 wands unti he found the perfect one, a 16 inch yew bendy wand, dual core of two dragon heartstrings, one from a Romanian Longhorn and a Ukrainian Ironbelly. Romania smiled a little at getting the heartstring from a dragon of his own country. The sparks this time were blue, yellow and red.

Thankfully, Sealand found his wand after only 3 wands. His was a 10 inch holly wand, sturdy, with a core of unicorn hair, which Ollivander remarked had a blue mane and tail. The sparks were red, white and black this time around.

After they relieved their wands, Ollivander was looking at the fifth years in an odd way.

" It's rare enough to sell a dual cored wand, but here I sold three on the same day! Anyways, that will be 20 galleons for the lot."

Scotland paid and shuffled the three teens and one pre-teen out the door. Next, they were heading to the Magical Menagerie.

Half an hour later, they left there, pets in tow. Norway had chosen a small black and white tomcat with yellow eyes. England had chosen a barn owl, a very handsome one at that. Romania had picked out a female Eurasian lynx kitten, hoping that at least for this year, it could pass off as a normal cat. Sealand had decided on a crup, after proving he was capable with the magical dog.

" Can we get ice cream now? I'm really hot... " Sealand moaned. Scotland sighed and bought them all a single cone from Florean Fortescues Ice Cream Parlour. They wandered back to the Leaky Cauldron, wisely deciding to spend the night in the Inn. They rented out three rooms, two having one bed, the other having two. Scotland took one of the rooms with a singular bed, England and Sealand took the other, while Norway and Romania shared the room with two beds.

At around eight, England knocked on Scotland's door. The red-haired man opened it and looked down on his brother.

" What is it, lad?"

" Isn't it illegal for non-humans to have wands?"

" Yeah..."

" So, we're technically breaking the law?"

" Yep."

" What if the Ministry find out we're not human, Alistair?"

" They don't have power over us, remember?"

" They do over Lukas, Vlad and Peter while they are here."

" So? Just don't let anyone know. Simple."

" If you say so..." With those parting words, England left and went back to his room where him, Romania, Norway and Sealand were playing Exploding Snap. From the loud bang and laughter, it seemed the cards had exploded, much like the wands.

Scotland shooed the boys to bed at half nine, insisting they get some sleep after their long day. He couldn't help but chuckle when he checked on them at around midnight, finding England had wrapped his arms around Sealand protectively while he slept. Sealand had also snuggled up to him.

The oldest Nation there retired to bed, ever so slightly scared of what could happen over the next five days. One thing was certain, having teenage Nations who had a mischievous streak would not be relaxing.

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End: Chapter 2.

*THEY SEE ME ROLLIN' THEY HATIN'

Quickly, I'll just have the human names for them:

Scotland: Alistair Kirkland.

England: Arthur Kirkland, called Iggy by Sealand and America.

Norway: Lukas Bonedevik, may be referred to as Luka.

Sealand: Peter Kirkland.

Romania: Vladimir Lupei, will often be referred to as Vlad.

Next chapter, it's off to Hogwarts we go!

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