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RE-EDITED- Some people have been asking me why is England called a 'muggle' in this story when he can actually use magic in canon. That issue will be addressed later in the story, but rest assured, England CAN use magic.

Chapter 3- Incoming Trouble

A week ago...

England nervously fingered his tie as he glanced at the clock. It was almost nine already. Where was he?

Almost as if responding to his unheard thought, England heard someone knocking on the front door. With a sigh, he got up from his couch and walked to his front door. Through the nearby window, he caught a glimpse of fiery red hair. With a feeling of dread, England opened his front door.

"I've been waiting for you, Scotland." England said softly.

Scotland's face was emotionless. "What did you call me over for? There had better be a good reason for this, little brother."

England swallowed. "As you know, I'm going to teach at Hogwarts for a year as a temporary Care of Magical Creatures professor. I need you to help fill in for me during the world conferences or G8 meeting or whatever other meeting there is."

Scotland raised an eyebrow. "How about your paperwork?"

"My boss will take care of that." England said, his eyes straying to the bottle Scotland was holding. "Have you been drinking again?"

Scotland tried to hide the bottle behind his back. "That's not important." he said snappily.

"Whatever." He didn't really care what Scotland was up to anyway. "There is a world conference again in a few days. It'll be held in New York this time. I want you to be punctual. No drinking, no smoking, and no bringing Nessie to the conference!" That last part was added because England had suddenly remembered what Scotland was capable of doing when he had one too many drinks in a day. "Got it?"

"What do you have against Nessie?" Scotland suddenly yelled violently. "It's way cuter than your Flying Mint Bunny!"

England rolled his eyes. " We are NOT having this argument again, Scotland."

Scotland composed himself. The night was getting late. "You're right. I.. I better get going. I have a party to attend."

England watched his older brother walk away from his house, swinging the bottle merrily, not caring whether his younger brother could see it. Admittedly, he was a little wary of Scotland taking his place during the meeting. But what other options he had? Well, other than Wales and Ireland. He still wasn't talking to those two after the prank they had pulled on him during April Fools.

"Attention! My fellow nations!" America's usual loud and annoying voice literally drilled a hole into Scotland's head. Scotland shook his head in disgust and folded his arms, a frown on his face. No wonder he had always let his brother represent the United Kingdom in the world conference. Most of the nations in the conference were just too noisy for his liking and acted like little kids most of the time.

Truth be told, he had been excited at first when England had told him to represent the United Kingdom in the meeting. It had been a long time since he'd been allowed to do that. But now, Scotland was beginning to think that England had played a practical prank on him. And he didn't had Nessie next to him to comfort him either. Scotland groaned at the raucous situation before him, head in his hands.

Just at that moment, America banged his fist on the table in a vain attempt to get everyone's attention. When that failed, he stood up on the conference table. " Hey hey hey! I'm talking here, yo!" he yelled. When that also failed, he finally looked to Germany for help. "Er, Germany? A little help here, fellow?"

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Germany roared, deafening poor Scotland, who wasn't used to Germany's outbursts. Scotland massaged his ears while glaring at Germany.

"Alrighty, folks!"America said cheerfully, forgetting the fact that he was still standing on the conference table. "Let's all take attendance before we begin, yes?"

Scotland felt like banging his head on the wall. They hadn't even started taking attendance?

America cleared his throat and ran his eyes down the list of nations that were scrawled untidily on the back page of his notebook. "I'm here, of course." he said, crossing out his own name which took up about half of the page. "Italy?"

"Here, ve~"

"Commie bas- I mean, Russia?"

"Da."

"China?"

"Here, aru!"

"United Kingdom of Great Britain and Norther Ireland?"

"Present and accounted for." Scotland said in a bored voice.

America was about to continue when he noticed that there was something off with England's reply. Usually, England will yell at him to get on with the meeting and to stop wasting his time, whereas a calm and cool reply from him was certainly out of this universe. Come to think of it, who was that red head that was sitting next to France?

"HEY!" Scotland stiffened considerably when he heard America yelling in his direction." You! Yeah, you! The redhead! Who're you and what have you done to England?"

"I'm Scotland." Scotland said in a monotone. "Forgotten me already?"

America recoiled physically. "S-s-s-s-s-scotland?" he said with a quiver in his voice. "What're you doing here?"

Scotland frowned and glared at America. "Don't act like a total doofus, Yankee. I'm representing the United Kingdom on behalf of my brother, England. You got a problem with that?"

America was confused. " But England replied me just now during roll call!"

Scotland sighed. "That was me, Yankee."

America pounded his fist on the table. "Okay, out with it, Scotland! Where's England?"

Scotland stared at America. "Didn't he inform you?"

"Uh..." America stuttered. "Maybe. I can't remember."

Now Scotland really felt like jumping out of the nearby window and never coming back for any more world conferences. "My brother got a temporary teaching job and will not be available for a few months." he said curtly. "I'm under the impression that he had informed you of that, didn't he?"

America's eyes widened. "I-Iggy took up a teaching job? What the heck for?" he wailed. "He left me all alone? With all the crazy people here? WHY?"

Scotland was about to retort that America was most probably the reason England went ahead and took the job in the first place when France interrupted him. "Calm down, America. I'm sure we can still contact Anglettere wherever he is right now, non?"

Scotland's temper was rising. "England said that no one was to contact him or disturb him when he was away. After all, you guys were most probably the reason why he had to take a break in the first place." Scotland wanted to add a little more insults into that sentence but decided against it.

Now it was France's turn to complain. "What? Am I so terrible to Anglettere that he needs to take a break for a few months away from me? This is terrible!" A random spotlight shone on France as he sobbed his heart out, and unless Scotland was mistaken, he also saw sparkles around France.

"So," Japan bit his lip. "We have no means whatsoever to contact England?"

"What do you want to contact him for anyway?" Scotland asked in a bored voice, tipping his chair backwards and balancing it on two legs, something that England really hated and constantly berated him for. "Troll him? Piss him off? Humiliate him at his new job?"

America laughed cheerily. "Something like that, I guess."

France nodded in agreement at Scotland's last statement.

Russia smiled creepily.

China had a strangely sinister smirk on him.

Scotland couldn't help but wonder what just exactly his brother had done to make everyone so eager to embarrass him at every single opportunity that came by. He looked around the conference table. Every nation (except Germany, who had excused himself the moment he knew how the conference was going to turn out) was staring intently at Scotland, expecting him to help them to contact (troll? Humiliate? Piss off?) England.

"I don't think I should do this..." Scotland hesitated.

"Aw come on!" America urged Scotland. "Just once! We won't disturb him again after that!"

"Maybe because you'll be dead by then." Scotland thought with a snort. A devious plan was starting to form in his head. Out loud, he said. "Well, there is a way to contact him if you really want to..."

"Really?" America yelled. "Cool! Tell me! Quick!"

Scotland's moment of hesitation was gone. In its place was a certain smugness at the thought that he was going to be able to finally pay back his little brother for his insults about Nessie. From his pocket, he withdrew a red envelope.

"Anyone has an owl?"

Harry stared at Professor Kirkland. Unless his ears had just deceived him, the flying mint bunny had just called his teacher "England".

"Professor?" Hermione asked "Did the flying mint bunny called you 'England'?"

The professor had turned pale. "Er...yes, t-that's because my... middle name is... England." he stuttered. "Ehm, so don't be surprised if the magical creatures call me England sometimes."

"Why would they call you by their middle name?" Malfoy drawled. "Won't it be more logical for them to call you by your first name?"

"Why you-" The professor caught himself in time. "Ten points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy. And no more chattering about my private life."

"We weren't talking about your private life-" Malfoy started but was cut off by Professor Kirkland saying. "And as punishment, Mr. Malfoy, you'll be the first person to feed my flying mint bunny."

The whole class sniggered. This was going to be interesting..

Malfoy smirked. "That's it, sir? You're just going to make me feed the bunny...sir?"

"Yes." Professor Kirkland said primly. "Now, tell me the regular diet of a flying mint bunny."

"What?" The expression on Malfoy's face obviously showed that he thought that he had misheard the professor. "Regular diet?"

Harry couldn't help but grin. Malfoy was really getting it from the professor.

"Uh.." Malfoy stammered. "It's a bunny, right? So, it... eats vegetables and carrots and all that other stuff a bunny eats, doesn't it?"

"Wrong." The professor deadpanned, ignoring the furious looks Malfoy shoot in his direction. "Anyone else knows?"

As usual, Hermione's hand shot into the air.

Professor Kirkland nodded, "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"The-flying-mint-bunny-regular-diet-consists-of-sweet-food-like-chocolate-and-sweets." Hermione answered in one breathe.

The professor looked impressed. "Very good, Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor. As Miss Granger has said, the flying mint bunny has a sweet tooth, and no, it doesn't likes vegetables." The professor glared at Malfoy as he finished his sentence.

Malfoy flushed red, his expression furious. "And how was I supposed to know that?" he whispered to Crabbe and Goyle. "I'm not a bookworm like that Mudblood Granger!"

"Well first, Mr, Malfoy, you could've at least opened up your textbook to page one hundred and seventy-six." Professor Kirkland said, his sharp ears picking up everything Malfoy had said. "And please do not used the word 'mudblood' in front of me. I do not approve of that word."

Harry's approval rating of Professor Kirkland shot up.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy." The professor said briskly. Out of his pocket came a Chocolate Frog, which he promptly handed to a fuming Malfoy. "Approach the flying mint bunny carefully. Don't rush in and act hastily, or it might bite you."

Malfoy jerked upwards in shock. "I-it bites?"

"Most creatures bite, Mr. Malfoy." Professor Kirkland said, a trace of annoyance creeping into his tone of voice. "Unless you've been spending your entire life with Flobberworms, I'll excuse your pathetic question."

"Woah." Ron whispered to Harry. "That's one scary professor."

"No whispering back there, Ronald Weasley." Professor Kirkland said, his back still turned to the Gryffindors.

Ron's ears turned red. "How did he know my name?" he squeaked to Harry.

Harry shrugged. He wasn't going to reply and risk getting caught by the professor for talking.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy. Go closer to the flying mint bunny." The professor said.

Malfoy inched closer to the bunny, terror written clearly on his face. The bunny perked up its long, green ears as it stared curiously at the new, strange creature before it.

"H-here, bunny." Malfoy said and stretched out his shaking hand which held the chocolate frog to the bunny. "H-have a chocolate frog. Just d-don't bite me, alright?"

Harry clapped both hands over his mouth to stop the laughter from coming out of it. Beside him, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigian were also doing the same thing, their faces turning blue from the enormous effort required.

The bunny moved closer to Malfoy, its eyes on the chocolate frog in Malfoy's hand. With a sudden jerk of its head, it snapped at the chocolate frog and bit off almost half of it.

Malfoy yelled at what he saw was an attempt by the flying mint bunny to bite his hand off. He stumbled backwards and tripped, his arms flailing. The bunny, needless to say, was startled. It snarled at Malfoy and jumped on him.

What followed next was too fast for Harry to see. All he managed to see was the professor lunging at Malfoy at an inhuman speed, and a blur of green as the professor tried to pry the bunny off Malfoy's leg, from which it was hanging precariously from. A second later, the professor was standing up, the bunny being held by its neck. Nearby, Malfoy whimpered and clutched his bleeding leg, the blood from his leg staining the grass he was lying on.

Professor Kirkland threw the bunny into the air, and in front of the shocked students' eyes, it shimmered and melted into thin air. The professor then crouched down and scooped up Malfoy with surprising ease. He looked at the silent students before him. "I am really sorry for this. " he apologised to them. "Class is dismissed." With that, he sprinted towards the castle with Malfoy in his hands, leaving his class behind.

The entire class waited until Professor Kirkland was out of sight before bursting into activity.

"What a professor!" Pansy Parkinson said, a sneer on her face. "Flying mint bunny, indeed! He can't even teach us anything decent! He's just like that oaf Hagrid, getting his students hurt all the time."

"Excuse me." Hermione said, putting her hands on her hip while glaring at Parkinson. "He just taught us for one lesson. Don't judge him by just one lesson alone. And besides, it was Malfoy's own fault. He went and scare the bunny, not the professor."

"I bet Malfoy's probably faking it again." Ron butted into the conversation, which was fast turning into a glaring contest. "Remember that time with Buckbeak?"

"Oh, defend the professor all you want." Parkinson scoffed. "I'm going to the hospital wing to see if Draco's fine!" With that, she turned her back on Ron and Hermione and started walking back to the castle. Slowly, after Parkinson had left, the class dispersed. Soon, only Ron, Hermione and Harry was left.

Hermione turned to Ron and Harry. "Well, that was a little... unfortunate." she said, disappointed. "We didn't get to learn much. He's nice though, don't you think so?"

"And really blunt too." Ron said. "Come to think of it, how did he know all our names? He didn't ask us either."

"Maybe he saw the name register." Harry suggested.

Ron wasn't satisfied. "Don't think so." he said.

"Ron." Hermione said in an exasperated tone of voice as the trio headed back to Gryffindor tower for a rest before their next lesson. "Will you stop worrying about such trivial matters? You should worry about other things like, say... OWLs, for example."

"I'll do a back flip before I start worrying about OWLs so early in the school term." Ron whispered confidentially to Harry.

Father,

You might've heard this from the Minister of Magic by now, but there's a filthy muggle by the name of Arthur England Kirkland who is teaching Care of Magical Creatures in place of that giant oaf, Hagrid. For your information, he's even worse than that Hagrid, and most definitely ruder. I'm most curious as to how a muggle like him is even allowed inside Hogwarts, or the reason why he can even see Hogwarts in the first place. If I'm not mistaken, this is a serious breach of the International Security Act as muggles should not even know about our existence. I hope that you can me some inside information about this... muggle from the Minister. I'll most appreciate it.

Draco.

Malfoy's lip curled as he sealed up the letter. It was almost midnight, and he was in the hospital wing. Silently, he slipped out of the hospital bed and softly made his way to the Owlvery to send his letter.

It was around the same time that Malfoy sent his letter that Umbridge received hers.

The letter came just as Umbridge was busy sorting out her office. After all, she'd just moved in a day ago. It was then she saw the brown owl pecking on her office window, its hoots a little distorted by the glass separating them. Umbridge opened the window and the owl flew in. It stood on Umbridge's beatly arranged table, messing it up in the process and held out its leg with the letter tied to it. Umbridge untied the letter, and the owl quickly flew out of the window, feeling rather satisfies with itself.

The letter was short, yet important. It read:

Dolores,

I've heard from some sources that there is a muggle called Arthur Kirkland who is working as your colleague as the teacher for Care of Magical Creatures. I will be most pleased if you can investigate him and find out if he's in league with Dumbledore and his Order Of the Phoenix. If he is, then by all means, do whatever that is in your power to get rid of him. I will lend you my assistance if you require it.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic

A storm is coming along, England, better get ready...

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