/AN/ I didn't think I'd have this out before I went on vacation! Hooray! Madam Pomfrey was acting rather odd, wasn't she? I wonder what's going on… *grins because I know why and you most likely don't, even if you know part of it. Also because you aren't going to find out for a long time * Anyway, thanks for your comments, I told you it made me write faster! You guys are so awesome, I swear like five minutes after the chapter was posted I already had like ten reviews, and they just kept coming! All right, I'll begin the chapter now.
Disclaimer: I have never and will never own Harry Potter or Hetalia.
Alfred's POV (At dinner before they picked up Matthew)
Alfred couldn't help but be a bit jealous of Harry. He had carried his brother to the hospital wing, but Harry saved a stupid Remembrall from breaking and he got to be the youngest seeker in a century. It sucked.
As soon as he had found out at dinnertime he had walked away, saying that he was going to go see Matthew.
He made his way towards the hospital wing, muttering about how he could've caught the Remembrall just as well as Harry.
When he got into the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey was wrapping bandages around Matthew's injuries and Matthew was asleep. Other than him, she was alone.
He was about to walk in when he heard Madam Pomfrey muttering, and he walked behind the door and listened.
"Stupid job- why couldn't I do it without being a damn nurse at this school… Oh well, it was the easiest way to cast the spell without looking suspicious, I can give them back the old one soon." She said to herself in an annoyed tone.
Alfred turned on his heel and raced back to the common room, breathing hard. There was something seriously wrong with the nurse.
"Password?" asked the Fat Lady.
"Why would a hero remember something stupid like a password? I don't know, open sesame?" Alfred said, and the portrait sighed.
"It's you alright…" With that she swung open.
Alfred flopped onto a couch to think, but he couldn't, he hadn't finished eating dinner and he was hungry.
He began eating hamburgers from his pocket as he tried to think of what was going on with the nurse, she had acted so weird.
He decided he would write to England about it, and he had a few other things to say as well.
He pulled some parchment, a quill and ink from his things and he began to write-
Dear Iggy,
This is a really urgent message! Shit just got serious, for reals! We were at flying broomstick lessons and this one guy Neville flew up and fell off his broom, and the teacher took him to the nurse, and this jerk named Draco Malfoy laughed, and Canada tried to stand up for him, but ended up with a broken arm, so I beat Malfoy and his body guard dude up. When I was done with that I took Mattie to be hospital, and then the old nurse lady who was drinking a lot of medicine took him. Later a left dinner to visit Mattie and I heard the nurse lady talking to herself like... She wasn't herself. She's been acting all weird ever since she got back from her trip and she totally won't stop drinking medicine! Something weird's totally going on dude!
~Alfred
Just as the American began searching for an envelope, he heard the others come back. He tucked his letter under his pillow and went to meet them, deciding to send it later.
He also didn't want to tell his brother about it, he had just been under her care and would probably be worried.
It didn't take long for Alfred to notice that Harry and Ron were acting strangely as well, and they kept checking the clock, and Harry was reading a book with a bunch of defensive spells in it. They were obviously hiding something.
Everyone was keeping secrets and it was starting to annoy him.
Mattie's POV (time skip to when they're in their dorm)
Matthew was having a hard time falling asleep, most likely because he had slept so long earlier.
He pulled his pillow over his head, annoyed. He sighed and uncovered his head, when he heard something.
"I can't believe you're going to do this, Harry." said a female voice.
"You! Go back to bed!" said Ron's voice, and Matthew sat up straight.
The voices continued, and by what it sounded like, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all out there, and it was in the middle of the night. It was extremely unsafe, especially considering how oddly the nurse had been acting. He decided to follow them and help if it was needed, being a nation would probably help.
He stood up, lifted his bear from its spot after waking it up, and debated whether or not to wake America. In the end he decided it probably wasn't the best idea to follow them alone.
He shook Alfred's shoulder, and something fell out from under his pillow when the American finally decided to get up.
Matthew picked it up.
"Here you go, you dropped this." Matthew said with a smile.
America rubbed his eyes, looked at what his brother was handing him, and quickly snatched it from his hand.
"Hahaha… Yeah, thanks bro!" He laughed, tucking it back under his pillow. "So why'd you wake me up, it's the middle of the night!" He asked, pointing to the window that showed the night sky.
"Harry, Ron and Hermione are out of bed and going somewhere. I don't think it's very safe, something strange is going on…" Canada explained in a hushed tone.
America nodded and stood up. "Let's go save them!" He grinned.
Canada led his brother silently until they got to the common room. He peeked in, and saw that they had already left. He crossed the common room to the portrait hole with Alfred following close behind him.
Matthew cracked open the portrait then quickly shut it again. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been joined by Neville.
The Canadian turned and put a finger to his lips, and America saluted with a grin, and Canada sighed and turned around. He put his ear to the back of the portrait and listened to them argue for a minute or two.
Suddenly there was silence followed by the sound of footsteps going away.
When they had started to fade, Matthew waved his brother through the portrait hole. The followed the sound of footsteps, and it eventually led them to the trophy room.
After that, they stayed there. They didn't do anything really, just looked around and waited.
"Mattie, I'm bored!" America complained in a whisper.
Matthew replied with a glare and a finger to his lips.
"SHH! What was that?" He heard Harry say, and the group in the trophy room froze.
The brothers froze, thinking that Harry had heard America talking.
"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner." It was Filch talking to Mrs. Norris.
Canada, not caring anymore if Harry and the others found them, ran into the trophy room and out the other end with America close behind. They were running directly behind Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville.
They stopped near the Charms classroom, and when they stopped to catch their breath, they noticed that they had been followed.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE!?" Ron hissed.
"Matthew knows!" Alfred offered happily, and Canada gave a nervous laugh to cover up the sudden urge to kick his brother.
"We weren't sure exactly how safe it was to walk around in the middle of the night." He said nervously, taking a small step backwards.
Hermione smiled. "That's what I was trying to tell them! It's completely unsafe, and it could lose Gryffindor a lot of points!"
"Then why'd you come?" Alfred asked curiously, and Hermione turned red.
"Well, I, um… You see, I thought…" She stuttered, but they didn't get to hear what she thought, because a moment later Peeves shot out of a classroom door and noticed them.
"Ooh, look, it's Ickle Alfie!" He cackled, and Alfred paled.
"G-go away!" said Alfred bravely, but he was shaking.
"Wandering around at midnight? Naughty naughty, you'll get caughty." He sang.
"Not if you don't give us away! Please don't, Peeves!" Harry begged.
"I should, I should." His eyes sparkled evilly. "It's for your own good, you know… Isn't that right Alfie?"
Alfred just coughed nervously.
"We don't have time for this- get out of the way!" snapped Ron, swiping at Peeves. It was a mistake.
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves shouted. "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"
They immediately bolted the other way and ran until they got to a door at the end of the corridor, and it was locked.
"This is it, we're done for!" Ron moaned.
"Don't worry everyone, the hero is here!" He said, and he kicked down the door.
They ran into the room without even looking in and frantically put the door back up, and Hermione cast a spell on it so that it would go back into the frame just as they heard Filch run in.
"Where are they Peeves? Right now, tell me!" Filch demanded.
"Say 'please'" Peeves replied.
"Don't mess with me Peeves! Tell me NOW!"
"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please!"
"All right- please."
"NOTHING! HA HAAAAA! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say please! HA HA HAAA!" And the heard the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage.
"He thinks the door is locked, so we'll be okay- get off Neville!" Harry said, and Canada saw that Neville had been tugging on his sleeve. "What?"
They turned around and saw what.
They weren't in a room, they were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor, and now they knew why it was forbidden.
They were staring right at an enormous dog with three heads, and all six eyes were staring right at them, and it was growling.
"We're going to be eaten…" Neville said in horror.
"Don't worry! I'll save you!" America announced, standing in front of all of them.
"No, let's go Alfred." Matthew said, and he pulled his brother back.
Harry opened the door and they all ran out and slammed it shut, and then they darted back the Gryffindor tower without once looking back.
Alfred's POV
When they got to the portrait of the Fat Lady she stared at them curiously.
"Where on earth have you all been?" she asked.
"Who cares? Let us in!" Alfred demanded.
"Password?" she asked.
"Pig snout, pig snout!" panted Harry, and the portrait swung forward.
When Alfred went through he heard the Fat Lady say, "See? Harry Potter remembers it!" she snapped.
"Dude, he's not a hero. I said heroes don't need to remember passwords!" Alfred countered, and with that he followed the others into the portrait hole.
They all stood in the common room silently, before Alfred started talking. "HOLY FRIGGEN CRAP! THAT THING WAS SO TOTALLY HUGE! I wonder why they have it here? I bet-"
"Alfred please be a bit quieter." Matthew requested.
Hermione stared at them all. "You don't use your eyes, any of you, do you?" she snapped. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
"The floor?" Harry suggested. "I wasn't looking at its feet; I was too busy with its heads."
"No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something."
She straightened her back and glared. "I hope you're pleased with yourselves, we could've been killed- or worse, expelled. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
She turned on her heel and stomped towards the girl's dormitories.
"We gotta go too. Seeya guys!" Alfred said, and he led Matthew back to their dorm.
He lay on his bed and waited for a while until he was sure his brother was asleep, and he pulled his letter out from under his pillow and took out his wand.
"What was that one spell… Oh, right. Lumos." He muttered to himself, and the end of his wand lit up.
He found a quill, ink, and an envelope, and at the bottom of his letter he wrote-
P.S.
There's a three headed dog here.
And with that he stuck it in the envelope and gave it to Clark, who America noticed looked rather sick.
"Did you eat Iggy's food?" He joked, but of course it didn't answer. It just took the letter and flew off into the night sky. "Good bye Clark! Get the letter to him soon!" he said quietly, and with that he put out his wand and got into bed.
What on earth would a three-headed dog be guarding? And what the heck's going on with the nurse? He thought to himself.
He decided he'd just go to sleep, heroes needed their rest.
England's POV
England woke up to something at his window, and he got up with a yawn. It was Clark, and he actually had a letter instead of just a napkin or a bit of paper.
He let it in, took the letter and read it. When he finished, he was furious.
"YOU JUST PUT THAT IN AT THE END WITH NO DETAIL!?" England yelled, throwing the letter to the ground. "I DON'T CARE IF THE FIRST PART MADE SENSE, HE'S A BLOODY GIT!"
He turned to look at the owl, who was sitting patiently.
"And what are you going to do this time? You've already bitten me and insulted my cooking, so what are you going to do now?" He snapped.
The bird flew off of the chair it was sitting on a landed on Britain's shoulder, staring at him with a confused sort of look.
Britain smiled. "I suppose I was overreacting, you didn't do those things on purpo-"
The Brit was cut off by the bird squawking, lifting its tail and, well, going to the bathroom on the nation.
"GET OFF OF ME!" England hissed, and he pushed the bird off of his shoulder. "Why do I bother…?" He sighed.
/AN/ Malfoy didn't show up in this chapter, so just wait for the Malfoy-beating-up. I'm not done with him…
England's POV was really short at the end, and I did it last chapter, but I didn't have anything very good in this chapter so I put it in again, I hope you don't mind!
Remember, if you have any questions then ask them, and if I did something wrong just tell me! I promise I won't get mad at you!
Things will start to get exciting in the near future...
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