Chapter Five: Of Nightmares, Flying Brooms and Sleepless Ravens
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Russia: Italy's Driving does not own Hetalia or Harry Potter. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya and J.K. Rowling respectively. ID will, however, become one with Mother Russia, da?
Er… No. No, I don't think America would like that very much.
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Eep! Anyway, chapter is dedicated totheanimejunkie24, Russia's Magic Pipe, The Queen of Night, Bilo0618 and Angelcat8! With the addition of bunnyhoney1010 and Polly Little, whose reviews I absolutely love and never fail to entertain me! You guys are awesome! There were two more I was going to dedicate the chapter to, but I forgot their names! I'm sorry! *cries* Anyway, ONTO THE CHAPTER
BABY LINE BREAKS WILL RULE THE WORLD ONE DAY, HELEN.
~~~~In Alfred's Dream~~~~
Alfred looked around himself. He stood in the middle of a town. Looking down at his clothes, Alfred realized he was in all black. There was a white square in his collar and Alfred's throat grew dry. He remembered this garb, and the things he'd done in it... There were people all around him, screaming obscenities at a collection of women on a stage. Alfred wanted to push through the group and tell them all to stop, that these women were innocent! Instead, his feet calmly walked to the stage. His head was held high, but Alfred was screaming No! He screamed mentally, No, don't do it! They're innocent! All of them! His body ignored everything he was screaming, a Bible cradled to his chest and his blue eyes ice cold. His rose-gold hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a style Alfred hadn't worn since. Even now that his hair was the appropriate length. Alfred stood on the platform next to the women, who screamed at him and begged him to let them go. Alfred ignored them.
"These women have been accused of witchcraft. They have been given a trial and found guilty. As in the words of The Bible in Daniel 5:27, 'Tekel; Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.' Wanting, of satanic intervention! In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost; I condemn these women to death!" Alfred yelled. The crowd jeered in approval. And the women were hung, to the music of their screaming children.
~~~~In The Real World~~~~
Alfred sat up abruptly. His frantic eyes looked around the darkened hospital room, a thin scream of protest on his lips. He burst into tears as he realized it was nothing but a dream. He hated this! This… this stupid magic! His people hated it back then and he killed innocent people because of it! His people killed innocents because of it! He hated magic! Alfred stood from the bed, the abrupt change causing the world to spin for a second. He glared at the potion Madame Pomfrey had set next to his bed. Alfred picked up the cup and threw it across the room and through a window. The window shattered and showered the floor in glass. Alfred screamed again, in fear and anger and frustration. Madame Pomfrey came running into the Hospital Wing and up to Alfred, who didn't acknowledge her presence, only continued to scream with tears falling down his face. Eventually, Alfred's voice ran out and his screams became silent the tears continued however. Upon seeing his distress, Madame Pomfrey swept the Nation into a hug and sat on the bed. There the two remained for the rest of the night, with a silent Alfred praying for forgiveness and a loving matron wanting nothing more than the best for her patient.
THE BABY LINE BREAKS ARE TAKING OVER THE WORLD! I'M SO PROUD!
Alfred was near exhausted when he made his way down to breakfast. Madame Pomfrey had released him with one last hug, saying that if he should need anything, he had but come to her and she would do all she could. Harry and Ron looked up as he sat down next to him. Across the table and a little down, Neville hung onto every word Hermione was reading from a book about flying. Alfred perked up considerably. He loved flying of all kinds, after all, two of his people invented it in their backyard.
"The Ravenclaws look rather tired today, don't they?" Ron nodded at said table. A passing Ravenclaw stopped.
"Our dorms are right near the Hospital Wing. Somebody in there was screaming and sobbing all last night. It made it hard to get to sleep," The Ravenclaw said. Copper embarrassment filled Alfred's mouth.
"Really? Hopefully it doesn't happen again tonight," Harry said, smiling sympathetically at the girl. Who smiled back, considerably brighter than before and skipped off.
"Alfred, you look embarrassed. Almost as if…" Ron grinned as the realization hit him, "It was you, wasn't it?! You were the one screaming and crying last night!"
"Sh-shut up! Heroes don't cry!" Alfred hissed, furiously stabbing his sausage with a fork. Harry and Ron burst out laughing at their friend's expense.
"What's so funny," Matthew asked, sitting down next to Alfred.
"Alfred was the one crying in the Hospital Wing last night," Harry gasped between laughs. The taste of pennies grew stronger.
"Hey, it's alright Al. You woke up in a strange place, I don't blame you," Despite his words, Alfred could taste the cheeseburger amusement. Alfred huffed and turned away as his brother joined in the laughter but, upon realizing how ridiculous he was acting, joined in too.
HA HA! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING MEAN TO MY BABY LINE BREAKS, HELEN!
Alfred stood outside on the lawn with a group of Slytherins and Gryffindors. Already, he held his broom in his hand though some were still struggling with getting theirs to come to them. By the time everyone had theirs, it seemed like half the lesson had gone by. Alfred grumbled about how Hermione and Neville took forever to get their brooms.
"It's hard for some people, don't be rude just 'cause you got it the first try," Hermione said, sniffing at the American.
"It really isn't. All you had to do was say 'up' and mean it. The brooms are like horses, they can sense when you're afraid," Alfred said back, mounting his broom just as Madame Hooch had commanded.
"Horses can't sense when you're afraid, don't be stupid," Hermione said, following Alfred's example.
"Yes, they can. I own horses, spent most of my life with them. All three of my guardians have some they let me take care of," Alfred said, watching as Neville rose before he was supposed to. The boy's broom went haywire and slammed him against one of the torch's on the castle wall. Neville's robes caught on the torch and when the broom flew away, Neville didn't go with it.
"Someone do something, he's going to fall!" Hermione shrieked. Alfred kicked off from the ground and easily flew to where Neville was.
"Alfred?" Neville sounded shocked.
"Ayo, Toad Boy," Alfred said, grinning.
"I-I don't want you to get in trouble with that guy from the Howler…" Neville sounded pitiful and hot sauce flooded Alfred's taste buds from the boy.
"Don't worry about it, I can handle Artie. Grab my hand," Alfred commanded, holding out his hand. Neville grabbed it with both of his and clung on tightly. Alfred kept the broom steady between his legs and reached out his other hand. Madame Hooch screamed at him to stop, several of the students covered their eyes and Alfred thought; It's just like a horse. Stay calm and the horse will as well. Just get him down safely. However, Neville was heavier than Alfred had anticipated, and when he ripped Neville's robe to get him free, Neville's weight dragged them both down. Alfred accidentally kicked the broom out of between his legs and away. The Nation's eyes widened and he pulled Neville flush to his body, forcebly turning them so his back would hit the ground. Hopefully, Neville would only have minor injuries, while Alfred took the brunt of the impact. Alfred followed Neville's example and closed his eyes.
WAIT, BABY LINE BREAKS! DON'T KILL HER! NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Harry watched in horror as Alfred and Neville fell. It seemed time slowed down and the class was frozen. The spell was broken when someone screamed as Alfred's back slammed onto the ground. The group swarmed the two as they lie there. Neville was whimpering and clutched the front of Alfred's robes like a frightened baby would their parent. The smaller boy… Harry heard another scream as they realized that Alfred was unconscious.
"Is he dead…?" Someone whispered. Maybe it was the person that had screamed, but Harry couldn't tell. Madame Hooch pulled Neville gently to his feet and levitated Alfred's corp- body. He wasn't dead, Harry reassured himself, as he saw Alfred's chest rise and fall. The class let out a simultaneous sigh of relief. Madame Hooch took them both to the Hospital Wing. Malfoy pushed his way forward and picked something up. Harry recognized it as the Remembrall Neville had received this morning.
"Give that here, Malfoy," Harry said in as commanding a voice as he could muster. Malfoy smirked.
"You want it, Potter?" Malfoy's smirk increased as Harry held his hand out for the Remembrall, "You know, I'm surprised that your friend isn't dead. Not that he doesn't deserve it, after the way he spoke to me at the Feast. Filthy mudblood." Malfoy spat.
"Don't say a word against Alfred!" Ron stepped up next to Harry. Malfoy rose into the air onto his broom.
"If you want it, Potter, come get it," Malfoy said. Harry also rose on his broom until he was at the same level as the blond. Malfoy threw the Remembrall and Harry chased after it, just barely catching the small ball in his fingertips. As he landed, Harry saw a stoic figure in emerald green approach the group. The Gryffindors stopped cheering as McGonagall stared sternly at Harry.
"Potter, come with me. Now," McGonagall said, a hint of something other than disapproval in her voice. Harry followed.
That night, Harry eagerly told Alfred and Ron about how McGonagall had appointed him as the new Gryffindor Seeker. Alfred was still in the Hospital Wing, and he seemed quite happy with the news. Proclaiming that if it wasn't for his heroism Harry wouldn't have the position. Harry chuckled, but secretly couldn't help but agree.
NO! THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED! THEY'RE KILLING EVERYONE!
Emotion-Flavour Chart
Lemon-Worry/Concern
Cinnamon-Anger/Hatred
Hot Sauce- Fear/Disdain
Chocolate-Guilt
Cheeseburgers- Amusement
Pumpkin Spice- Love/Caring
Apple Pie- Joy/Happiness
Blood/Iron- Tranquility/Calm
Sadness- Dirt/Mud
Strawberry Ice Cream- Curiosity
French Toast- Pride
Cooked Asparagus- Jealousy
Broccoli- Loneliness
Maraschino Cherries- Serene/Zen
Cinnamon-Sugar Bites/ Churros- Elation/Glee
Lipgloss (the girls know what I'm talkin' 'bout)- Cute/Sweet
Maple Syrup- Protective
Earl Grey with Honey and a Splash of Milk- Heroic
Wine and Beer- Grateful
Pancakes- Wonder
Coffee- Frustration
People and the Colour of Their Words
Matthew- Light blue
Francis- Darker blue
Arthur- Pink
Alfred- Light pink
Ron- Neon/pastel Purple
Harry- Bright red
Hermione- Bright yellow
Malfoy- Puke Green
Crabbe and Goyle- Mud brown
Ivan- Black
Kiku- Gold
Antonio- Sundried Tomato
Berwald- Amethyst (like Tino's eyes)
Honestly, I don't think Alfred would be punished for being a witch. He's affected by his people and vice versa, so I honestly think he would be one of the people condemning others. Because of this, he would end up hating himself for it, and magic. As magic is what made his people so bloodthirsty. Alfred did not pass out because of injuries, but because the stimulation. The taste of fear in his mouth was so overwhelming, both from Neville and the class, and the sights of the screams and shouting overstimulated his brain and caused him to pass out. Arthur wasn't being a bad parent in the last chapter, he was just being Arthur. Also, if you guys thought Alfred was way too OOC in the feast scene where he threatened Malfoy, I do apologize. I've just always wanted him to go mafia on someone. As such, expect more Mafia!Alfred. QotC; Poland has, canonically, fought Prussia. What did Prussia do near the end of the battle, how did Poland react and who saved Poland?
Until Next Time, this is ID saying; That's All Folks
