Me: Hello! For my fellow Americans, Happy Thanksgiving! And for my Jewish friends, Happy Hanukkah! For the rest of the world, Thanksgiving is a time when family members meet and fight over the last drumstick. Meanwhile the kids are on a sugar rush from the pies, and the men are watch football. The smarter people are using their time more wisely to camp out outside of stores in order to to get really cheap stuff.

Hetalia Characters: Typical Americans.

Me and America: Hey!

France: Zora does not own Hetalia or Harry Potter.

Me: Oh, and one more thing, fem!BTT won. Thanks Violet Rune, .562 and tokiluv for participating *hands out cookies shaped like turkeys*

Paris 9:00am France's POV

"Mon dieu," I sighed. I had managed to get Spain and Prussia to come over here, much to their reluctance. And due to what happened to us, I wouldn't blame them.

"Why for the love of churros would someone do this to us," Spain cried out, bringing her hands to her face. Yes, I said "her". Spain looked slightly like Portugal, but her skin and hair were a darker shade. Spain's hair sat in a loose bun on her head with carnations attached to it. Her dress was blood red, with black lace near the top.

Impatiently, Romano answered, "How am I supposed to know idiot-a!?" the canisters hadn't spritzed him, but he had come here with Spain after an embarrassing morning. Apparently, he had flirted with Spain, thinking she was just a regular human. After Spain tackle-hugged him, Romano had quickly become red-faced. For being the country of Passion, Spain still her usual smile as her obliviousness had not been able to detect the awkwardness.

"Maybe because you I don't know, sent them a howler!" Hungary said, clearly miffed. I backed away, before he could use a frying pan against me. He was taller than the rest of us, but other than a ponytail and a deeper voice, it was still clearly Hungary. Or rather, Mangary. He was in the room at the same time as Prussia when the vials burst, so Hungary/Mangary had also switch genders.

"Kesese! I was just trying to prank them, besides I thought Germany would have prevented this!" Prussia said, whirling around to him. She had long wild hair, long than any of the female nations somehow. She still was albino, but her eyes were peculiar with a mixture of pink and blue. Also, she had a scar under her eye, but unlike Portugal's it did not cross it. Out of the three of us hit, she was wearing the least feminine clothes with short shorts and knee-high boots. Her jacket was still navy as usual, but it was open with silver buttons. A white scarf replaced the iron cross.

Smoothing out my own dress, I said, "I may have a book that can reverse whatever hit us, but it is going to take a while. I kept copies of England's favorite books to prank me with, but there are over a hundred. And that's even if there is an anecdote," I said, wincing. If this is permanent I call killing England," I said, adjusting my new lavender scarf.

Though I will admit, I do look quite gorgeous as a girl. My hair had darkened to a light brown, the color of milk chocolate. Like Spain, I had my hair pulled into a bun, but instead of carnations, there was a golden comb holding it. My cloak was a deep indigo, and a lavender dress replaced my pants. There's a fleur-de-lis on the corner of my cloak, one of my symbols. Hungary snickered for a second, and we glanced at him.

"Ah, nothing. I'm just waiting for this to last a month," he was still chuckling. Dragging Hungary, Prussia rolled her eyes and went into my vast library. Smirking, I fingered my own spell book. England will pay. Now, what to do?

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Hogwarts 8:45 pm (Last Night) – Harry's POV

"Harry, I think you will enjoy this memory," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "It contains your father."

"My… Dad?" I croaked. After all these years, only now? Why is this memory so important that it is the first Dumbledore shows me of him?

Dumbledore looked sympathetic, "I'm sorry Harry. I know you would like to remember him. One day after all of this is over I'll show you some more memories of him." If we're not dead by then. "Unfortunately for you, the owner of this memory has decided to keep his identity a secret, though you have already met him," his lips slightly tugged, as if it was some inside joke. "Well, come one," we both touched the silvery liquid at the same time.

"Thank you for meeting with me today," a crude stick figure said, lifting a teacup. The only thing that could be possibly identifiable on the ink figure were bright sharp green eyes. Dumbledore was right, I could swear I've seen those green eyes before.

"My pleasures, considering you're buying me tea," the other person said with a chuckle. Bloody Hell, they weren't kidding when I looked like him. Like in the photos I've seen of my dad, he had all my features- except the eyes. His jet-black untidy hair mirrored my own and like me he was wearing round slightly crooked glasses. His eyes were a warm hazel, reflecting the warm drink as he leaned back. "I figured I should come, as Dumbledore sent me," I could swear that the stick-figure's mouth curved for a second.

"You know Sybil Trelawney?" The figure asked.

'Yeah she's a bit loopy, apparently aced Divination somehow, and didn't take a teaching job last week?" James said, frowning. "Why do you ask?"

"Well that 'loopy' woman managed to spew out a prophecy last week. Dumbledore was doing a job interview at the time and when he was about to turn her down she spoke it," he said, learning forward and handing James a slip of paper. "I was slightly drunk at the time so Dumbledore was the one who wrote this."

"How is that possible, the only thing that woman could do was make up death scenes for us. Frankly I thought she was going to become a novelist." The stick-figure somehow tilted his head as if he was considering the idea, while James read the note. "Dumbledore wasn't kidding when he said you were sarcastic," the stick figure muttered, running fingers through a doodled hair.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies"

"Is this some sort of joke? A cruel prank?" James demanded, his voice rising as he leaned forward, nearly taking out the tea.

"I'm afraid not," the stick-figure said grimly. "Hardly. This prophecy Voldemort is trying to get his bloody hands on. He thinks it will be the key for him to become immortal." James looked at the note.

"Who is this prophecy about?" Me. The stick figure hesitated for a moment.

"Dumbledore think's it could be your son, as he is supposed to be due in July. The Longbottom's son also will qualify, but Dumbledore thinks your son will be the one in greater risk."

"So my family is going to get targeted because that b**** decided to make up a prophecy just to get a damn job!" Dumbledore looked at James sternly. I coughed. Naturally I had to see my dad curse.

"First off, calm down you bloody fool. While no one can truly run from fate, you can at least stall. Your best bet will be a secret keeper as both you and your wife are powerful wizards. Dumbledore will stop by your home to set up other protection spells," the stick figure said, his voice also intensifying.

Shaking, James slumped back into his seat. "What… what if it's not enough? What if I can't protect my family?"

The stick-figure eyes closed into two simple curves. Reaching into his coat, he brought out a clay vial, its contents hidden. "If worst comes to worse, mix you or your wife's blood with this and smear it onto your son's forehead. Do not be alarmed by its contents, just do it. In your dying moments swear that even in death you will love your son." My vision blurred, and Dumbledore pulled me out of the memory.

Okay, I'm trying to time my writing schedule to the book itself, so expect the next three chapters in december if homework does not overload me. besides, I have a huge christmas break which I can devote to writing.

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