Micronations and the Philosopher's Stone
Warning: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR HETALIA, The characters maybe very OOC
I got the translations from google, so they may be wrong. I am sorry, for any grammar mistakes.
(9/05/2014: I added part two)
England and Sealand passed bookshops and music stores, hamburger restaurants and cinemas, Sealand looked around and there wasn't anywhere sticking out that seems that it would be selling spellbooks and magic wands.
Sealand looked to England. "Jerky Eng-" before he even finished England covered his mouth,
"Peter, we never call each other by our titles. When we are in public we call each other by our human names." England whispered in Peter's ear.
Peter looked to England, "Why should I?"
England's thick eyebrow twitch, then gave the micronation a smirk, "Peter, if you ever want to be a Nation then you must follow the rules. Every Nation follows this rule and if you can't follow just one simple rule, you will never be acknowledged as a Nation."
Peter looked at him with starry eyes at the thought of being acknowledged, "Okay, Jerky Arthur." Arthur grumbled about being called a Jerk, but didn't say anything else.
Passersby stared a lot at the duo before them as they walked through the little town to the station. Not that anyone can blame them, there was a man with strawberry blond hair, and bright red eyes, and a small pearl-like earring on his left ear. With his large grin, a small fang was shown on the left side of his mouth. His scarlet eyes looked to the trap beside him, Kugelmugel, who was following a few steps beside him.
"Still have your letter, corecta?" the man asked. Kugelmugel took the parchment envelope out of his pocket. "Bine!" The man nodded, "There's a list there of everything you need."
Kugelmugel unfolded a second piece of paper, and gave it to the man who read:
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
Wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set
Glass or crystal phials
Telescope set
Brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS."
"Können wir das alles hier kaufen, Rumänien?" (Can we buy it all here, Romania?) Kugelmugel looked to the man, Romania.
"Yup," said Romania with a skip. Then he turned to Kugelmugel, "Before I forget when we're in public we call each other by our human names. Nation Law~" With a bright smile, "So call me Vladimir Popescu."
Kugelmugel nodded in return, but didn't reply. Vladimir pouted at the silence.
"This is it," said Arthur, coming to a halt, "the Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Arthur hadn't pointed it out, Peter wouldn't have noticed it was there. The people around them didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. Arthur steered him inside.
For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone seemed to know Arthur; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual?"
"Can't, Tom, doing business," said Arthur, clapping his great hand on Peter's shoulder.
"Good Lord," said the bartender, peering at Peter, "Is that your little brother? He looks just like you" He patted Peter's head then allowed them to go their way.
Arthur led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.
"Three up and two across." Arthur was counting bricks in the wall above the trash can.
Before Arthur was able to do anything more a voice called out to him, "Arthur!" he looked behind them, there behold was Vladimir and Kugelmugel. Vladimir proudly waving to them, despite only being a few feet away for them and Kugelmugel seemed to be in his own world.
"Vlad!" Arthur was rather shocked to see him, "What are you doing here?"
While Arthur spoke to Vladimir, Peter turned to Kugelmugel, "Did you get a letter too?"
Kugelmugel nodded in return.
"Peter!" Peter turned to Arthur, who had called him. "I need you to teach...um…," he faced Kugelmugel, "Sorry, I do not know your name."
"...Engel…" Kugelmugel muttered, "Ich heisse Engel." (I call myself Engel.)
Arthur coughed out, "Peter, I need to you to teach Engel English." Peter looked to him slightly confused, "As you know, unlike Vlad and I, you and Engel can only understand different languages, but you can only speak your nation's language." Arthur nodded to Engel, "So, we need you to teach Engel English."
Peter sighed with annoyance, but agreed.
Vladimir walked to the wall and tapped it three times with the point of his wand, Walnut with a Phoenix Core at 10 inches.
The brick he had touched quivered - it wriggled - in the middle, a small hole appeared - it grew wider and wider - a second later they were facing an archway, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome," said Vladimir, "to Diagon Alley."
Arthur and Vladimir grinned at Peter's and Engel's amazement. They all stepped through the archway. Peter looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall. They passed many different stores.
They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was a goblin.
"Artie, Can I borrow some galleons?" asked Vladimir in a whisper as they walked up the white stone steps towards the goblin, Arthur let out an annoyed sigh, but still nodded. The goblin was about a head shorter than Engel. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. The group made for the counter.
"Morning," said Arthur to a free goblin. "We have come to take some money out of my safe."
"You have his key, Sir?"
"Got it," said Arthur at last, holding up a tiny golden key.
The goblin looked at it closely.
"That seems to be in order."
"Very well," he said, handing it back to Arthur, "I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Gimigle!"
Gimigle was yet another goblin. The group followed Gimigle toward one of the doors leading off the hall.
Gimigle held the door open for them. Peter and Engel, who had expected more marble, were surprised. They were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Gimigle whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They climbed in and were off.
At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. If you tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, it is impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Gimigle wasn't steering.
When the cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall, Gimigle unlocked the door. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, Peter gasped. Inside were mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze Knuts.
Arthur helped Vlad, Peter, and Engel pile some of it into bags. Not without hitting Vlad behind the head, as he tried to take more than needed.
After one more wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts.
"Might as well get your guys' uniform," said Arthur, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Vlad and I have to go talk about something very important. So, if you do not mind go get your uniform on your own." Peter and Engel entered Madam Malkin's shop, without them.
"Artie? What do you mean we have to talk about something?" Vlad questioned the man before him. Arthur seemed to be rushing to an solitary location. "Arthur?"
"Romania." Arthur's face was completely serious, adding the fact that he was speaking in the Language of the Nations proved to the serious to this fact, "We need to speak about Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Vlad's face turn to unimpressed, "I thought he died, England"
"You know better than that. I need you to find information, about this." England gave him a glare. Romania returned it with a smirk.
"Do you want me to speak to the Dragons, and see if they heard anything." He replied rather sarcastically.
"Yes, that would be great." Arthur agreed ignoring Romania's sarcastic tone, "I will speak to the Centaur Tribes, hopefully they will know something." His eyes lit up. "We also need to need to contact Norway, he needs to contact the trolls and see if they heard anything."
"Hopefully they remember anything."
"Let's get back to the kids." Arthur spoke going back to English. Vlad's eyes lit up with confusion, and he quickly grabbed Arthur's arm.
"Have you yet wonder, why have the Micronations been sent letters to Hogwarts now? Why not, years ago? Why now?"
England's eyes glowed with surprise as he took in what Romania was saying.
Part Two/ Added on Friday, September 05, 2014
They bought the boys' school books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Outside the Apothecary, Vlad checked Engel's list again. "Just your wand and a pet, left."
Twenty minutes later, they left Magical Menagerie. Engel now held a golden cage within graceful snowy-white owl, that hooted with pleasure. Engel named him, Michelangelo, after the Italian sculptor, painter, architect, poet, and engineer of the High Renaissance.
But, Peter believed that he named it after Mikey from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, so he named his beautiful stormy gray owl, Leonardo, the leader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. His owl was asleep peacefully, within a caged that Arthur was carrying, not trusting Peter to not awaken the owl.
"Just Ollivanders left now - only place for wands."
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. Vlad shouted in surprise as he saw who was in front of them, there stood Ladonia, holding a cage with a black owl within, and a slender male, that was a bit on the feminine side. He had short, light blond hair and dull blue eyes, with long lashes. He sports a Nordic Cross barrette in his hair, and has a detached haircurl. That man was talking to an old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop. The slender male, turn to Vlad as Vlad shouted his name, "Lukas!"
The shout caused the black owl to give a rather frightful scream. Causing Peter and Ladonia to jump.
"Cool, what's it's name?" Peter ran to the cage, only to step back when it tried to attack him.
"I haven't named him, yet, but when I do it will be better than yours." Ladonia replied.
Peter laughed, "That's impossible, his name is Leonardo, leader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."
"Then my owl's name is Raphael, the strongest and coolest of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."
Before a larger fight broke off a voice cut through the argument, "...Erland ..." Engel had spoken. Ladonia, a.k.a. Erland, turned to Engel sending a smirk to his fellow artist.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice joining the conversation. The trio turned to the aged man, and this is when they took noticed that Arthur, Vladimir, and Lukas were no longer within the store.
"Hello," said Peter awkwardly.
The old man, that Peter and Engel assumed was Ollivander, turned to Erland, "Shall we continue?" Erland nodded and stepped forward.
Ollivander took a wand out of the tiny black box that was placed on the counter before him, and gave it to Erland.
"Ebony with a Unicorn Core at 11 ¼ inches, slightly yielding."
Erland took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Rowan with a Dragon Core at 13 inches, unbending."
But, once again Ollivander snatched it out of his hand.
"No, no -here, Elm with a Unicorn Core at 11 1/4 inches, solid. Go on, go on, try it out."
Erland took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of green sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light onto the walls. Ollivander whooped and clapped, "Oh, bravo! Okay, next!" He turned to Engel and Peter. Engel took a step back.
He turned to Peter, "Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er - well, I'm right-handed," said Peter.
"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Peter from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head.
"That will do," he said, "Right then, Mr. Kirkland. Try this one. Hazel with a Unicorn Core at 10 and ½ inches, unbending, just take it and give it a wave."
Peter, like Erland, felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. When he wave the wand, a stream of black, red and white sparks shot from the end just like Erland's.
Ollivander grinned, "On the first try, huh?"
Engel took a step forward, surprising Ollivander as he had forgotten that there was a third member of the group. He gave the beautiful male a small smile and asked him to do the same as he had asked Peter. "Hold out your wand arm," Engel just raised his right-arm, ignoring the fact that he is ambidextrous.
Ollivander measured Engel, just like he did to Peter, when he turn suddenly and started flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. With this, Engel realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his shoulders, was doing this on its own. "That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then child, try this one."
Engel took hold of the wand that Ollivander gave him, "Hazel with a Unicorn Core at 10 inches, hard." Engel gave it a wave, which destroyed two shelves. Ollivander quickly took it away from his hold.
After couple of others unwilling wands, Erland and Peter took to play thumb wrestling.
"Das ist keine Kunst." (This is not art.) Engel looked around, the small stop was almost destroyed. Ollivander looked over Engel one last time, then nodded to himself, "Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere - I wonder, now - - yes, why not - Silver lime with a Unicorn Core at 10 3/4 inches, quite bendy." He took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He barely moved the wand as a stream of red and white sparks shot from the end like a waterfall, dancing around him. "Curious... how very curious..."
Ollivander's mutters of, "Curious... curious.." brought Erland's attention to him as he won the last thumb war. He goes up to Ollivander.
"What's curious?"
Ollivander replied with a smile, "Nothing really, I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Oxenstierna. Every single wand. It so happens that wand your friends hold, has had a own before, only one owner before. In fact, it was that long along when that young artist came in and gave me back the wand, stating that he will be artist not some wizard. Hmm...what was the young lad's name again." Ollivander snapped his fingers with meriory. "Ah...yes...young Edwin Lipburger."
Engel's purple eyes widen at the name.
As the trio walked out of the shop they took noticed that Arthur was waiting for them, alone. Engel looked around trying to find a glance of Vladimir, while Erland went straight to Arthur, "Where's Lukas? He was suppose to take me home."
Arthur smirked at the trio,"They had some busy to take care of. But, before you guys go to Hogwarts, you will be staying with me."
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