Harry Potter and the Man of Britannia
Chapter 2
Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and the Hogwarts Express?
DeiDeiArtistic: Hello a pplz! Enjoy my second chapter!
Chapter Dedication: to chocobnyluv, my first reviewer. :3
Fellow Dedications: to StargateNerd and intricate-bindings, because they're just so awesome. :J
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter or any of its characters; they belong to their respective owners.
Claimer: I own Dexius, Cadel, and Rossi.
I
That morning, on August 31 at 9:00, England woke up to the sound of his alarm going off. Resetting his clock, England began his morning stretch and strolled off to his wardrobe. Grabbing a pair of fresh undergarments, he also snatched up a white button-up blouse and crimson sweater vest and black slacks.
Heading to his bathroom, he opened the door and flicked on the lights. The room lit up and he gently, and orderly, placed his clothes on a rack and began to stripe himself. Once setting his old garments in the laundry hamper, he set off the air vents and entered the shower. Setting the water to a warm-hot temperature, England gave a slight shiver as the water hit his flesh; he began working the water into his messy blonde hair. After his hair was completely soaked with water, be began lathering his hair with shampoo.
After he started to rinse his hair, he heard a faint giggle or two. He opened his eyes and looked around but saw nothing. Thinking it was just imagination of perhaps he needed to change his alarm sound yet again, England began to rub conditioner thoroughly into his hair. However, as doing so, he heard more giggles, and for sure, a low whistle.
England turned around, looking in all direction for the tiny laughing and whistles. Then, he saw it, or rather them. Aligned on the rail of the shower curtains, faeries — nine to be exact — were smiling, laughing, waving and whistling at him. Blushing, England grabbed his bathe-sponge and used it to cover Big Ben.
"Blimey! Bugger off you little perverts! I'm not giving you a matinée!" England fussed, his face turning red, but not from the heat of the water.
A faerie in scarlet-wear and bright blond hair with brown eyes gave him a catcall,"Aw, but it is a good show, is it not sisters? We are waiting for the grand finale! We demand the grand finale!"
The other faeries began to chant out after her, all calling out, "Grand finale! Grand finale! Grand finale!"
"No, no, no! Absolutely not! All of you! Leave! I still need to finish my wash! Off you go now! Shoo!" England hissed, leering at the faeries, but also trying to avoid getting water in his eyes.
The faeries only laughed before one-by-one the leapt off the rail and one of the faeries grabbed his body soap and began to pour it while the other faeries began to use their magic so that bubbles and foam started to form. Soon enough, England found himself in a state of confusion as bubbles were floating everywhere, like a bubbly winter land.
"Bloody hell," England sighed,"You faeries enjoy picking on me, don't you? Damn it, if I'm not careful, I could end up slipping… Ugh, that makes me sound so — old."
England thought for amount before stretching out his arms in a suitable width and saying, "Reducio." Before long, all the bubbles shrank to an appropriate size and England turned back at the faeries, he glared at them before saying, "Out."
The faeries smirked and shrugged before leaving, whispering and laughing among themselves, of one of which he heard, "Dexius, did you see? It was so big! And it wasn't because we're so small! Hee-hee!"England blushed at such a flattering and embarrassing comment.
After a while of so after the faeries rude interruption of his shower, England was out of the shower and drying off his body. Humming a nameless tune, England, one-by-one, began placing on his clothes and continued on his daily routine. By the time England left the bathroom, it was 10:13.
As England exited his room to his kitchen, he noticed his window had two letters on the sill. Walking over to it, he opened up the window and picked up the letters. He opened up a letter that he knew was from Cadel, as it was addressed To: Arthur. Opening up the letter, he began to read it.
Arthur,
Oi? What the hell?
Couldn't you have told me a little bit, and by "a little bit" I mean by a FORTNIGHT if not a MONTHS WORTH, earlier?
For an owl to come here and drop off a letter telling me I have to go to the World Conferences? I now need to rearrange my calendar no thanks to you.
But yes, if you haven't guessed, I've taken your request, but you owe me now!
~Cadel
P.S. When and where's the next conference?
Also, do send me any papers I must turn in as the temporary (this is temporary, right?) representative, and send me them through your hexed mail slot.
I don't want that poor creature carrying something too heavy.
England rolled his eyes before leaving to his study to supply up the papers in a manila envelope. Sealing up the envelope, he looked for a pen and scribbled down Wale's address and the postal code and pressed on an 82c stamp. He walked over to his door, crouched down, and unlocked the mail slot. Lifting up the lid, he slid the envelope into the slot and closed up the lid, locking it back as it was before.
England's hexed mail slot came by a prank by his older brothers, one he still hadn't found to un-hex. Every time mail —mostly from the other nations as no human, sans the special government-assigned mailman, knows of the house's existence — was sent to his house and entered through the slot, his mail would find itself in the house of one of his brothers. And, whenever they wanted, his brothers would send in junk mail through the hexed slot, quite literally. England would become confused when he'd see banana peels, bottles of beer, whiskey and rum, and even ripped up porn magazines in front of his mail-slot every day. It wasn't until England's birthday that his brother's revealed their prank, which led to his later ranting. For amnesty, his brothers told him that if he wanted to, for whatever reason, send them mail, all he had to do was write down their address and postal code and slid the mail through the slot backwards (meaning send the mail through the slot inside his house).
After sending the papers to Northern Ireland, England took a glance at the other letter he received. Looking at the sender, he found that it was from Scotland. Opening up the letter, he quietly read the letter.
Arse bandit,
Cadel told me that you were going to Hogwarts, so I suggest taking the Hogwarts Express at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at the King's Cross Station.
Rossi
England furrowed his brows, Hogwarts Express? Platform Nine and Three-Quarters? What in god's name are those? (And was it really necessary to address him as an "arse bandit"?) How much did his magical community change from the last time he was there? Yes, he's known about the attacks from Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter from Scotland and the Magical Kingdom (the creatures), but that was about it. He hadn't really paid attention to inventions, discoveries or other matters because he was simply too busy with his Muggle life to tend to his magical realm. He'd wish Scotland was a little more informative about this Hogwarts Express and platform, but at least he knew it was at the King's Cross Station — somewhere.
England placed the letter on his counter-top for perhaps later use and headed into his kitchen and began to make himself breakfast, which consisted of half-burnt eggs, toast with butter and jam and milk.
By the time England finished up his breakfast he saw that it was 11:34. I'd better go to down to Diagon Alley and buy some supplies… Oh, but silly me, I need to get my money first.England grabbed his keys, wand, and departed his house with a saying calling of a word, "Apparate!"
Soon enough, England found himself in Diagon Alley; however, he let out a gasp. Wow! Everything has really changed! Everything looks so crowed and so… smoggy! They even have some new stores! However, I must stay a little hidden; I don't need to be seen by those I know who're still alive… Like Ollivander…
England walked around Diagon Alley for awhile, finding the "new" looks and corners quite confusing, as he did so, he gained many odd looks and whispers from others. So much for keeping a low profile, I'm attracting so much attention because I can't recognize my own alley way! As England turned another corner, he smiled as he saw the familiar marble, multistory building.
Entering the building, England walked up the stairs and was met by the gleaming bronzed doors and the goblin in his bicolor uniform (scarlet and gold). The goblin gave him a wary stare but opened the doors nonetheless. England proceeded through the doors and into the extravagant halls of Gringotts and the goblins flanking about. Walking through the entrance hall, England was soon introduced to an approaching goblin.
"Sir, do you need any erm — help or assistance." The goblin grunted.
England stared at the goblin for a moment before speaking, "Yes, er — could you take me to…um… Vault 5?"
The goblin raised an eyebrow and gave England a less-than kind stare, "Vault 5? Are you sure it's Vault 5."
"Yes, it's… Vault 5… " England confirmed. England knew why this goblin was being quite suspicious or perhaps even cautious of him. Not every day does a person ask for one of the first vaults ever created, even Gringotts himself didn't own Vault 1 or even have a vault in the Premier Hall.
The goblin left toward the teller area and began to talk to one of the goblins, where both stared (or rather glared) at England and one gave the goblin an object, which looked like a choppy wooden book, and began flipping toward its first pages. The goblin stopped and stared for a moment before showing the other goblin the book, and again, the goblins looked back at England and glowered at him.
Soon, the goblin he was talking to came back to him, with the book and a map in hand, and grumbled, "Alright, what's your name sir?"
"Eng- er — Arthur Kirkland, sir." Arthur informed, looking at the goblin.
The goblin only stared at Arthur before mumbling, "Do you have the key to Vault 5, Mr. Kirkland."
Arthur took out his keys and selected a gold, fancily engraved and styled key, where the handle of the key twisted and twirled and the engraved markings shown tiny leaf markings and thorns and the teeth of the key was quite meticulous, the teeth resembled to what looked like bristly leaves and rose petals.
Arthur gave the goblin the key and the goblin was expecting the key with an inquisitive face. The goblin then spotted the tiny engraved lettering that read VAULT O5 in elegant calligraphy. The goblin then muttered, "Follow me."
The goblin walked to the center hall, or known as the Premier Hall, and lead Arthur down some stairs, halls and doorways and soon enough, Arthur saw the familiar black current glistening in the torch fires that hanging about and multiple symmetrical doors aligned nicely along the long walls. Staring at the water, Arthur began to hear some quiet murmuring coming from the goblin.
"Now… These are the Premier Vaults … Now, let's see… Where's Vault 5…" The goblin then proceeded down Primevi* (where Deuterode* lay across the small obscure river), "Vault 5… Vault 5… Vault 5… Aw, there's Vault 5." The goblin then began to a vault door and had a plain plaque that read VAULT O5.
"Uh sir! That's not my vault!" Arthur frantically said; he should have known better.
The goblin turned to look at Arthur, "Now look 'ere Kirkland, don't you go telling me how to do my job or whatnot, you got that." He then inserted the key into the lock of the vault.
"No, but… You don't understand…" Arthur said hopelessly, trying to find the words to say to the goblin without somehow insulting him.
The goblin turned the key, but the vault did nothing at first. Arthur looked at the vault with unease, waiting for it to happen. And then it happened — he heard the click. The gears in the doors began to shift and turn and the two heard something pop and Arthur very well knew what it was.
The door opened and the goblin let out a gasp. In front of him was a strange creature. At first, he thought it was a lion with its fluffy mane and face, but it had an alicorn and its hind legs looked that of a horse. Was it a unicorn with a large mane? But, no, it didn't look like a unicorn either. Its forelegs looked scaly and it had sharp, frightening talons. Its snout was bulky and it flared razor teeth and forked tongue. It had large bat-like wings with spiral-like talon sticking out of the joints. However, the goblin was terrified by this creature, although it looked like a fusion of a lion, unicorn and bizarre dragon, what disturbed him was how shiny it was. But it wasn't by glossy fur or feathers, it was like polished steel.
The beast snarled and fire flared through its nostrils. The beast took a step forward and the goblin took a step back. For an instant, the beast and the goblin stared at each other and then, the goblin yelled and began to run toward Arthur, most likely the stairs behind him. The creature sprinted forward after the goblin, but Arthur stepped out of his memorable state and pulled out his wand and called out, "Æquam servare mentem!"* A dazzling ray ghosted its way out of Arthur's star wand and to the brute, where it swirled around like a soothing fog.
The creature looked at Arthur before calmly walking towards him and began to purr as it circled around him. Arthur placed his hand on the fiend's head and began to pet the animal's head. The goblin then spoke behind Arthur.
"H-H-How're you doing that? What is that monster! What was that spell!"
Arthur turned around to face the goblin before saying that, "This is an Emblem*, which — er — belongs to me. The spell I used is to calm him down."
Arthur then walked to the Emblem's vault and guided the Emblem back inside, holding out his wand, he then muttered out, "Ave atque vale."* The Emblem then became inert and Arthur drew out his key from the lock and then the vault door began to close. Once the door was closed, Arthur then face the goblin, "As I was trying to tell you before, this wasn't my vault. It's a false vault. Don't you think it was too easy for us to get to this vault-way?"
The goblin then took in Arthur's words and realized that it was too easy to get to these vaults. There weren't any magical carts, any confusing twists and turns and no creatures freely lurking about. He then nodded as he understood what Arthur meant.
"Then, if that wasn't your vault, then where is it? It's not across the water, is it?" the goblin asked.
"Actually, it's not quite in this room at all."
"What — what do you mean it's not in the room! This is the only vault room [the Premier Vault Room] the Premier Hall leads to! See, even the map shows it here!" the goblin shrieked, lifting up the map to reveal a lone room with a dark wavy line going through it.
"Yes, you are half-right." Arthur admitted, walking towards the small obscure river.
"Half-right? How am I half-right? It's either in here or not! You better not be wasting my time you crazy wizard!" the goblin barked.
"Just wait here a moment then, I'll just get to my vault myself." Arthur said, before pointing his wand at the river and calling out, "Alter idem!"* The murky river then glowed before turning a luminous white. Then, before the goblin could comprehend what was happening, Arthur jumped into the now-lustrous river and the goblin gave a shout of surprise and fell backwards.
"What in Gringott's name just happened?"
II
After having jumped through the water, Arthur found himself surfacing up the water. When he gasped for air, he swam to the riverbank and climbed onto the stone pathway. Straightening himself up, he looked around and frowned, "Great, I've swam to the wrong bank."
Where Arthur was standing, it would have been Primevi in the Ærst Parallel*; however, he needed to be at Deuterode. Arthur walked back to the iridescent river and again, jumped in and swam through it to Deuterode. Lifting himself on the pathway, Arthur, yet again, straightened up his posture and started to walk down the passageway.
Arthur then stopped when he found what he was looking for, an elaborate vault door that resembled his key. The vault was musty gold and gold coils twisted about with thorns and leaves sticking out (akin to rose vines) and the knob of the door was a rosebud. Walking to the door, Arthur grabbed the rose, or rather its petals, and began to pull and turn the petals in all sorts of directions.
"Now, how did it go?" Arthur mumbled quietly, twisting a petal to the left, before pushing the petal, hearing a CLICK sound, "Aw, there we go."
The rows rose petals started to spin clockwise while other rows span counter-clockwise. Soon, at the center of the now-blossomed rose, was a small opening that his lovely key would fit. He inserted the key into the lock and the gears (to be more precise, the gold rose vines) started to shift and snake around and the door began to open.
When the doors opened at last, Arthur was faced with vast amount of galleons, sickles, knuts and various types of treasures piled about. The room was glistening and shining from the amounts of wealth frolicking around the room as if it were some haven for the frugal. There were dunes of riches piling so high it might have touched the ceiling. The room was so far spread it was hard to tell where the walls were, or if there were walls. Metallic pillars of some type, whether gold, silver or another, held up the ceiling and every so often, Arthur would see frilly objects such as golden thrones, elaborate mirrors, tea sets, and possessions of defeated prosperous persons.
Walking into his vault, he began to remember his old days as a rowdy pirate, a criminal punk and ruthless ruler. Those were the days…
Looking around, he spotted parts of a boat sticking out of a mountain of galleons. Climbing on top of the galleons, Arthur knelt down and dug away some galleons blocking a hidden plaque. Once down removing the hindering gold, Arthur saw that the plaque revealed the words GRANDE Y FELICÍSIMA ARMADA.
"Aw! The Spanish Armada!" Arthur cackled, "I remember that! Spain's face — priceless! Bet he didn't expect my queen to do that, now did he?"
Sliding down the gold with a trail of soft bell-like noises, Arthur looked around to see a tan pouch lying on top of a white-gold altar. Strolling over to the altar, Arthur picked up the pouch and looked inside its contents. Peering inside, he found it filled with handfuls of galleons, but also shining rings, jewelry and gemstones. Dumping out the riches, Arthur took a nice amount of cold-smooth galleons and stuck them inside the pouch. Walking around, he found a mound of sickles and knuts and grabbed a fair sum, and they too, were stuffed inside the pouch.
Sealing up the bag with a pull of the thread, Arthur sauntered over to the vault door and seized his key, fastening it back onto his key-ring. The golden vines coiled as the door closed and Arthur walked over to the white river and pulled out his wand, repeating the words he'd said before, the river turned back into its gloomy self, and again, Arthur jumped into the river with the pouch of few riches clutched in his hand.
Panting for air as he rose for the river, Arthur swam to the bank and wearily mounted himself onto the bank. The goblin from before was still the, however back pressed up against the walls — clearly surprised — staring at Arthur.
"Where — where were you?" The goblin asked, his raspy voice shaken.
"At Æftera Parallel*, that's where my vault is. I tried to tell you that, as I'm sure, neither you nor no one but Gringotts himself knows how to access these vaults er — or the vaults at Æftera." Arthur explained as he began to walk up the stairs.
"A-what?" The goblin questioned, confused at what Arthur was telling him. The goblin then got to his feet and started to walk after Arthur.
"Æftera." Arthur repeated, walking into a tunnel.
The walk back to the Gringotts main hall was quiet, but not for Arthur, who was humming yet another nameless tune. The goblin every now and then would open his mouth to speak, but no words were able to form, as he was still quite shaken by this odd Muggle-born.
Soon, the goblin fisted his hands, as if some odd wizard was going to make him quiver in fear like that! He hasn't done so before and he wasn't going to start now. With all his might, the goblin yelled, "Alright! Who are you! What are you playing at? No one's ever been down here in the Premier Hall or to these vaults! How do you have a key down here! Where'd you get that money from a murky river like that!" Then the goblin gasped. "Y-Y-You're not a Dark Wizard — are you? No... You're not a Dark Wizard..."
Arthur chuckled, "Oh, that's quite alright." He and the goblin turned a corner, stepping into an ascending hallway, "And I have the key because it ismy key for my vault."
The goblin only stared at him, "But you still hav—" The goblin was quickly interrupted by Arthur.
"Well, thank you for helping me grab my things, goodbye Griphook." And with that, Arthur left with a wave as he left through Gringotts only entrance.
"What the— How'd he know my name? I never told him!" Griphook shouted, furiously placing his hands on his head and stamping his foot.
"Griphook, what's wrong?" said a goblin teller in circular specs.
"That wretched wizard Bogrod! Whoever he is! — I think he just somehow robbed us! I don't know how, but how does he have a key — that strange key — isn't even a key? — to the Premier Vaults? Nobody has a key to the Premier Vaults! Nobody! But he has one! And the vault, that wretched vault! An Emblem? What in Merlin's name is an Emblem? I've never heard of no Emblem! And that river? The Offterra Parallel?" Griphook fumed.
Bogrod looked alarmed at this, "Griphook, what was the name of that wizard?"
Griphook looked at Bogrod, "He called himself 'Arthur Kirkland', but I know that's a fake. Before, he was about to call himself 'Ing'-something, but he caught himself and said he was 'Arthur Kirkland'." Griphook crossed his arms, "But, he sure was strange, I can't understand why he seems familair, but all at the same time I've never met the man, whatever he is. I had the inkling that I could trust him, even though he was completely confusing and the presses me further of why I shouldn't trust him! I thought he was a Dark Wizard, but even that won't describe what he is!"
"That is… quite interesting." Bogrod said, "I'll look into this Griphook. This is quite an odd event indeed."
III
After having left Gringotts, Arthur, yet again, strolled through Diagon Alley, however making a wrong turn to Knockturn Alley. 'This place, is quite odd… And people keep staring at me…' Arthur thought as he weaved through the crowd. However, as he got further into the alley, he saw a sign that made his stomach flip — KNOCKTURN ALLEY.
"Bloody hell, I'm in Knockturn Alley?" Arthur cursed. Quickly, Arthur turned around and quickly paced until he saw Gringotts and made a turn for Diagon Alley. However, as he was doing so, he had bumped into someone, "Oh, I'm sorry—"
"Watch where you're going you filthy Mudblood!" the passer-by yelled.
Astonished, Arthur then felt his blood boil, "Now listen you little prat, don't you dare use such foul language — especially in front of me! And I, just so you know, am no Muggle-born!"
"How dare you speak to me like that! Father! Father!" cried the boy, his face red, which looked funny with his blonde-white hair.
Soon, a tall man in black, which the boy resembled heavily sans the long hair, had appeared and held a stiff posture, "Yes Draco?"
The boy then point accusingly at Arthur, "This man here just insulted me! Make him pay!"
"What!" Arthur exclaimed looking at the boy, "Now listen here —"
"Sir, you best know who you're talking to," the man said, "Otherwise unpleasant things — will happen."
Arthur chuckled, "Are you — trying to threaten me? Oh that's a laugh and a good one too. Sir, I've seen and felt much more treacherous things then you, and you are certainly not one of them. Hell, I've met Muggles scarier then you. Now, if that is all, goodbye Lucius. And tell you son Draco to stop with his insufferable behavior."
Arthur then left towards Diagon Alley leaving a stunned and furious Draco Malfoy and leering Lucius Malfoy, "Father! How dare you let him talk to you like that! Make him rue the —"
"Settle down Draco, I've just met quite an interesting fellow…"
"What? What do you mean Father?" Draco asked, confused.
"Well, I never gave the man my name, and neither you yours." Lucius deadpanned.
Draco looked over to Arthur who was walking further and further away, "Oh."
"Keep a tab on this man Draco. Next time you see him, tell me."
"Okay. I will."
Arthur mumbled raucously from the previous event when something caught his eye. Magical Menagerie. Arthur entered the shop and found it very crowded with cages. Arthur covered his nose; the shop had a rancid smell and noises from squawking to hissing made hearing other people slightly impossible.
Arthur walked over to the owl section, planning to buy an owl, when a thought occurred to him. He'd really like a cat. Arthur exited the owl and strolled over to the cats, peering and examining each and every one. He spotted an orange cat, but what really caught his attention was the Scottish Fold next to the cat.
The cat was all white sans the orange spot on its left eye. Its eyes were a beautiful, vivid emerald green and it had an air of sophistication and elegance. Surprisingly, he found that the cat was staring at him, purring. Arthur felt a smile tug at his lips before someone was gently calling for him.
"Sir, would it be okay if you'd hand me that orange cat?" said a girl with long, bushy brow hair.
"Oh, uh yes, that's quite alright." Arthur stammered, reaching for the orange cat. "Here you go."
However, as Arthur attempted to grab the cat, the cat sprang forward and pounced on Arthur's head and bounced off, fleeing with some odd determination and a witch yelled, "NO, CROOKSHANKS, NO!"
The girl then cried out, "Sir! Are you alright? I'm so sorry —"
Arthur placed a hand over his head, "No, no. It's quite alright Hermione."
Hermione stared at him, "How — how do you know my name?"
Arthur stared at her then panicked, how long has he been calling people by their names without proper introduction? 'Oh dear. I've been subconsciously addressing people by their name, haven't I. Oh my, oh my. This isn't good.' "You're attending Hogwarts, aren't you?"
Hermione slowly nodded her head, certainly still quite suspicious of him.
"Well, I was talking to Albus and he talked about a bright, young girl by your description, am I wrong?" Arthur lied.
Hermione blushed, "Oh. Well, yes. I'm Hermione Granger. Are you going to teach at Hogwarts if you were talking to Professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes, in fact I am." Arthur confirmed, grabbing the Scottish Fold, "Lovely isn't he?"
"Yes. Sir —"
"Well, goodbye Hermione. I'm going to go pay for this lovely feline." Arthur said, waving Hermione goodbye while holding the cat and his pouch of wizard currency in his hand.
Hermione watched Arthur pay for the cat [and cat materials] and leave, petting his newfound cat. After a moment, Hermione rushed over to the counter and asked a Magical Menagerie cashier for the orange cat, who rather seemed to take a fancy to Hermione.
Holding the cat, Hermione stepped outside Magical Menagerie and was confronted by Ron.
"You bought that monster?"
After the two fought over about Crookshanks, Hermione just then remembered about the new professor, "Ron, Harry, I just remembered, before I meet this lovely angel," Hermione said, referring to Crookshanks, "I meet a new Hogwarts teacher!"
"Really? What's his — or her — name?" Harry asked, curious about the new teacher.
Hermione gasped, "Oh drat! I forgot to ask him for his name! I was so impolite; after all, he knew my name."
Ron gave her an odd stare, "He knew your name?"
"Yes, he did." Hermione said as a matter-of-fact.
"Do you know him?" Harry asked.
"No. I've just met him." Hermione said.
"That's a little… Uh… Creepy 'Mione." Ron said, giving Hermione a worried stare.
"No, no. He said Dumbledore told him about me." Hermione beamed.
"Oh. Um, okay." Harry and Ron said together, still not quite sure of this new professor.
"That reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic," said Hermione…
IV
Walking down Diagon Alley, Arthur was petting his new-found affection, in which he named Excalibur. Excalibur purred as he rubbed his head against Arthur's hand. After awhile of so, when Arthur felt it was safe to apparate, he called out the spell and he was soon home. Arthur tossed his money pouch onto his kitchen table and placed Excalibur on the floor, ruffling the cat's fur and sitting down Excalibur's new cat toys and supplies.
"I must say, it's been a long day. Was it long for you Excalibur?" Arthur asked, looking down at the cat, who only meowed in response.
Arthur chuckled before deciding he felt hungry, in which he made himself a simple, but nice sandwich and Excalibur a tuna dish from his (Excalibur's) Cat Munchies. After both were finished with their meals, Arthur was in his bathroom, already dressed in his nightwear, brushing his teeth and whatnot. When he exited the bathroom and waltzed over to his bed, he fluffed his pillow before lying down.
Arthur's nerves were jumping with excitement, as he would be arriving to Hogwarts in just the next day. For a while, he wondered what'd he be teaching and how it'll feel to truly be back in his magical realm. Arthur wasn't sure when, but while he was thinking of the next day; he slowly fell into his long, restful slumber, with Excalibur sleeping comfortably at his feet.
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Primevi* — Prim: Latin for "first"; Vi: Latin for "way/path"
Deuterode* — Deuter: Greek for "second"; Ode: Greek for "way/path"
Æquam servare mentem!* = Latin: "To preserve a calm mind"; this old, forgotten (fake) spell calms an aggressive beast or person's mind.
Emblem* — this is (I'm pretty sure) a fake beast that is made by a nation's recognizable symbolic animals; only nations can create an Emblem.
Ave atque vale.* — Latin: "hail and farewell"; this is a (fake) spell to inanimate Emblem-like creatures until the next time they're activated.
Alter idem!* — Latin: "second self"; this spell is used to transport from the Ærst and Æftera Parallels.
Ærst Parallel* — Best way to say this is the "First Parallel"
Æftera Parallel* — Best way to say this is the "Second Parallel"
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Also note, the third chapter won't be published in some time as I will be VERY, VERY busy this month of February as I have about three English reports/essay I must complete by Feb. 13th. What sucks is that I could have been done with them by last month. Yay for procrastination and sarcasm ~!
Also, I also noted a error in my story, I'm pretty sure cell phones with texting abilities weren't at the time of Harry's third year or so, so I'm editing this history that they were by then invented. :D (Yay for me) But, if Dudley has the not-yet-invented Playstation, then cell phones are more advance and texting is present! :D
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