Haha! Another chapter. These come out in big chunks of writing, so you'll get multiple chapters in one update. Love you guys!

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The next day, England was surprised but delighted by the broom – please, it was obvious – that Harry received in the mail. He glanced at McGonagall and saw her smiling at the boy as well. He knew the boy would be a great asset to the Gryffindor team.

He fell back into the uneventful routine of classes and paperwork. Halloween came around though for most of the day it was pretty normal and boring. However, during the Halloween feast – Dumbledore would celebrate anything, the old fool – Quirrell was absent, which was strange. He also noticed that Miss Granger was missing and he frowned and glared slightly at Harry and Ron, not that they were paying attention.

England was just helping himself to the food when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll - in the dungeons - thought you ought to know."

He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.

There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.

"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately. Teachers, come with me!"

England followed Dumbledore, but then saw Snape break away from the group, headed for the stairs. He also noticed Quirrell getting up and going the same direction. He frowned and began to follow the two men. As he did, though, he saw a flash of red hair. Those boys attracted danger like France attracted women. Way too much.

England frowned as he caught a whiff of the foul stench: a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean.

And then they heard it - a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. At the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving toward them. They watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.

It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long.

The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.

England watched the boys, if necessary he would get involved, but trolls were dumb and easily trapped, but, he frowned, Hermione was in there. The boys quickly locked the door and sprinted off, just as England sprinted for the door. Then they heard something that made their hearts stop - a high, petrified scream - and it was coming from the chamber.

Wheeling around, they sprinted back to the door and nearly ran into England. He glared at them and finished unlocking the door.

Hermione Granger was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went. England scowled at it and readied his wand when Harry threw a broken tap at the wall.

The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then made for him instead, lifting its club as it went.

"Oy, pea-brain!" yelled Ron from the other side of the chamber, and he threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout toward Ron instead, giving Harry time to run around it.

"Come on, run, run!" Harry yelled at Hermione, trying to pull her toward the door, but she couldn't move, she was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror.

The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started toward Ron, who was nearest and had no way to escape. All England could do was stand and stare at the sheer luck and stupidity of the children.

Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club.

Hermione had sunk to the floor in fright; Ron raised his wand to do, we'll what he didn't know. It was then that England finally got control of himself and threw a very powerful stunning spell at the troll. A normal wizard would not be capable of a spell that magnitude, but, then again, he wasn't normal. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.

Harry got to his feet. He was shaking and out of breath. Ron was standing there, looking between England and the troll.

It was Hermione who spoke first; she didn't seem to have seen England. "Is it - dead?"

I don't think so," said Harry, "I think it's just been knocked out."

He bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

"Urgh - troll boogers."

He wiped it on the troll's trousers. Ron continued gaping at England. "How, Professor, that, trolls are resistant to magic."

England smiled cryptically as a sudden slamming and loud footsteps made the four of them look up. They hadn't realized what a racket they had been making, but of course, someone downstairs must have heard the crashes and the troll's roars. A moment later, Professor McGonagall had come bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart.

Snape bent over the troll. Professor McGonagall was looking at Ron and Harry. Harry had never seen her look so angry. Her lips were white. England leaned against the wall, keeping a close eye on Snape and the hyperventilating Quirrell.

"What on earth were you thinking of?" said Professor McGonagall, with cold fury in her voice. Harry looked at Ron, who was still standing with his wand in the air. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"

Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look. Harry looked at the floor.

Then a small voice came out of the shadows.

"Please, Professor McGonagall - they were looking for me."

"Miss Granger!"

Hermione had managed to get to her feet at last. "I went looking for the troll because I - I thought I could deal with it on my own - you know, because I've read all about them."

England was impressed with Hermione's loyalty, and tried not to laugh at Ron's shock.

"If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up its nose, and Ron knocked it out. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived."

Harry and Ron tried to look as though this story wasn't new to them.

"Well - in that case..." said Professor McGonagall, staring at the three of them, "Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?"

Hermione hung her head. England was impressed by Hermione's lying, she was quite convincing and had quite the future.

"Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," said Professor McGonagall. "I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get off to Gryffindor tower. Students are finishing the feast in their houses."

Hermione left.

Professor McGonagall turned to Harry and Ron. "Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go."

They hurried out of the chamber leaving England with the other professors. It was only then that McGonagall noticed him. "Arthur! How long have you been here?"

"Only as long as you have," he lied smoothly.

Only Snape looked at him suspiciously and the four of them departed to their own offices.


Now we know where Canada gets his invisibility! Haha, I don't know. I just think that England could have escaped noticed as part of the "environment" if you will. HEADCANON: As a country, he can either be super noticeable, or less noticeable, depending on what he wants. Canada just isn't as good at remaining noticeable (I blame Canadians...:P JK, I love Canadians, and I love Canada)

So, hope you enjoy it! :)