Hey! Yesssssss I updated...um, I have some stuff to say at the bottom, so check it out! Sorry for like, no author's note last chap. T_T

Extreme apologies for any typos. Last chapter too, forgot to say that.

Forgot the disclaimer too...No, I don't own Harry Potter OR Hetalia. Sadly.

Three days later, England's house

"We're heeeeeere! Three days later, at your house, just like you said, Iggy!"

"Aru!"

"A nice little place to break, da?"

"Ooooooh, vhat a surprisingly nice place for one of your character, Angleterre~"

England cleared his throat. "If you're all done putting in your own tuppence, you could all sit around the table," he gestured to the waiting seats, "and listen up to what I have as a plan."

"A plan? Great! I've been waiting for so long to hear about it!" America said.

"Just shut up and sit down, git," England said wearily. "My health isn't getting any better, you know," he added with a cough.

"If zat's vhat you vant…" France sniffed.

And somehow, miraculously, the Allies eventually sat down in a somewhat organized manner at the table.

"Alright, let me fill you in on the details," England announced from a standing position. "Our objectives are going to be as follows:

Number One, prevent Voldemort from regaining power.

Number Two, capture all his supporters, known as Death Eaters, which are presumably going to be there in force at his revival.

Number Three, ensure the safety of all innocent parties involved.

And Number Four, extremely important, keep our statuses as nations private.

Am I clear in this? Any objections? Comments? No, right? Wait, Russia I see you there raising your pipe. What is it?"

"I'm not quite sure on Number Three," Russia said with his usual sweetness. "What do you constitute as 'safety', da?"

England sighed. He knew he had to make some concessions somewhere. "Able to function normally after six months of rest."

"Thank you, da,"

"Dude, you better not go all psycho and stuff on everybody there!"

"You look especially bendable today, Amerika."

"Hey, thanks!"

"Let's move on," England interjected. He wasn't too keen on having America and Russia rip apart his house. "In order to complete those objectives, we're going in on the very day of the final. I know some of you probably wanted to enroll in Hogwarts, but in respect of objective Number Four, we're not doing that."

"You already said that to me, Iggy," America yawned.

"I'm saying it for the rest of us here, yankee!" England snapped.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"So," England forged on, "So, we're going to have to be extremely ready and well-prepared when we go in. We'll have to know what exactly the enemy is planning, and how to counter it. To that end, I'm dividing you guys into two teams: Combat and Cover.

The Combat team's task will be exactly as it sounds like…"

"Beating the living hell out of every villain we find?"

"I'm surprised you could figure that out, America, but yes, more or less," England said dryly. "Which is good, since I'm putting you and Russia on it. You two are the strongest countries we have. We're going to need to have some major firepower against Voldemort."

"Cool! A great job for the hero and his sidekick!"

"Kolkolkol…"

"Erm….second, the Cover team's job," England said, trying to ignore the chilling temperature that had just dropped onto the room, "is a tad bit more complicated than Combat's. France and China, you two are going to have to:

One, find out the enemy's plans. We currently know this: on the day of the Triwizard Cup final, Voldemort's spy will somehow transport Harry Potter to wherever Voldemort is planning to revive. You guys are going to have to find out more about this. Where exactly is Voldemort planning to be? How is the spy transporting Potter there? Keep an eye out for that."

"Excuse moi, Angleterre," France interrupted with a gloved hand, "But…how exactly are ve going to be doing that?"

"A surprisingly good point that you brought up, bloody wanker," England responded. "I'm planning to send you and China to Hogwarts. No, wipe that excited smirk off your face, you too, China; I'm not sending you two to enroll there. You're going to be just sneaking about. You can take up temporary residence in one of the random rooms that seem to be in abundance at Hogwarts. Sneak about, find the spy, and see what the plans are.

Nobody in the school is to know that you're there. If anybody sees you, I'm going to kill you when you come back. I better not look in the Daily Prophet and see headlines about a panda and a pervert around Hogwarts. We really don't want publicity, as mentioned in the above Objective Number Four. Am I clear?"

"Ah, so strict…" France sighed. "That school of yours really needed some amour, too…"

"Pft, leave it me, aru! I'll take care of everything there, aru!" China said proudly.

"Hey, hey, hey, there's still job number two," England said irritably. Hyperactive nations sure could be hard to stand. "Job number two, when all hell breaks loose AKA when the Combat team finally gets down to the little problem of killing Voldemort, I want you guys, the Cover team, to act as support."

"Support? What do you mean, support?" France tilted his head to one side.

"In support, I mean exactly as what I say. Support. Make sure the Combat team isn't missing anything," England jerked his head towards America and Russia, "although I doubt they will fail to turn the whole area into smoking rubble. But besides that, also assure the… 'safety' of the innocent parties as mentioned in the above Objective Number Three."

"Sounds easy, ohonhonhon!"

"Aru!"

"Glad to hear it," England said. He looked around the room, green eyes roving across. Everybody seemed to be excited and raring to start. "Alright, Combat team, you can go relax for now. I'll tell you when I need you. Cover team, come with me." He turned his back and walked to the basement door. "We have to get started."

"Have you ever cleaned this place out, aru?" China asked disgustedly. He brushed off a stray spiderweb. "It's absolutely filthy!"

"Oui, I agree," France shuddered, stepping around a pile of god-only-knows-what.

"It's not that bad," England said distractedly. They were currently walking down a flight of stairs to the basement. The dank, dark and unwelcome depths loomed at them, while the occasional scutter of rats sounded. Spiderwebs and dust was rampant, illuminated by flickering torches. "You should see Norway's basement. I'm not even sure why he doesn't burn that place to kingdom come-oh, here we are!" They had reached a set of oaken doors. "Inside, both of you," England said with a shooing motion. "Go on, go on now."

"Ve're not children, my dear England," France scoffed, elegantly pushing the doors open and stepping inside with a flourish. "Come on, China."

"Aru, don't grope me- hey! Watch where you're putting that hand, aru!"

"Just come on," England groaned. He roughly shoved both of them inside, ignoring yelped complaints. "We don't have that much time to waste."

"That was a strange ceremony, aru" China grumbled. "Chalk drawings, candles, a 'magical' incantation and we're transported to a different place, aru." England had quickly, with a pink Crayola chalk, scribbled some cryptic drawings on the floor. He then lit some candles, placed them all around the room, motioned for the two of them to step into the center of all the drawings, and BOOM. They appeared into a place hitherto unknown, complete with a luminous moon, ominous black trees, and mysterious noises scuffling about in the dark. They were now currently staring at a pair of wrought iron gates, flanked by tall pillars each topped with a winged boar.

"'Eet's very typical of England to not mention 'ow to get into 'ogwarts," France muttered. "'Eet looks like we 'ave to climb over, the gates are locked…."

"Aru, I agree," China said. "Opium always neglects small details, aru," he grumbled.

"You get used to it over a while, I'm afraid," France sighed. "'Ere, come give me a hand," he said as he grasped the top of the gate and began climbing.

"Aru, I guess there's no other choice," China puffed. He made his hands into a cup as a lift for France's foot, wincing as the boot grazed passed his face. "This is as good as a method as any, aru…AGHHH!"

There was a CRACK and France came tumbling down with a stream of curses, landing on China.

"Ow….."China moaned. "What happened, aru?!"

"'Ere seemed to be an invisible barrier on the top," France growled. "We can't get in by climbing…"

"Then how are we supposed to get in, aru?" China said in exasperation.

"I 'ave absolutely no idea," France brushed off the dirt from his clothes.

They both stared at the gate in silence. Cricket, cricket…..

"Um…..what do we do now?"

In England's basement….

England slapped himself in the head repeatedly. He was such an idiot. Of course you couldn't teleport inside the school grounds. They had probably ended up somewhere outside the gate. Normally, one would think that you could climb the walls/gate, but with the Anti-Intruder Jinxes…

"Oh well. They'll figure something out. Bloody gits."

On to the stuff I have to say!

Thank you to the 2 people who reviewed so far! Everybody else, please also review! I want to hear comments, advice, feedback :)

As for future updates, I'm planning on trying to get at least one chap out per week. I know it sucks to leave people hanging.

Ugh...France's accent is so annoying. I kinda wish I didn't do it in the first place. But it's too late now...I must suffer through those eets and 'aves and 'ow and everything else. Sorry to those who speak French, but the accent is really hard to write T_T

*Tries to move away from ranting* I'm really sorry if the pace is kind of...weird? Haha, this is the first fanfic I'm writing. Oh well. I sure hope that I can improve over the course of this story.

Talking about pacing, I'm gonna try to keep the story as short as possible. It'll probably end up a billion chapters long, but I'll try to keep it down OTL. I won't be able to update much once school starts.

Thanks for sticking through my long-winded speech! Again, please review! I wanna see if my writing's any good :P

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