So first off, I had no plot bunnies for this until my friend with the terrible username, superunicornpoop helped me with some ideas. Now, there's going to be a solid plot! I'm just saying this now, I know how it happens here is not what happens in the actual Harry Potter series, and I'm sorry. I was going to respond to everyone's reviews but there are a few things I have to do first.

First: Someone guessed right! But they were a guest, so they cannot pass go and cannot collect their free story. Q.Q The runner up was TatlTails! Tell me what you want and it'll be yours (though it might take a while -_-") and a shout out to ThePersonFromYourNightmares~~ I love that you love me! I love you!

And Secondly, I received my first flame review, and I'm not sure if I should be sad or happy. Out of every review I have ever gotten on any of my stories (which is 174 total) this was my first! Not only that, but the person reviewed as a GUEST! So now I have to publically respond!

Ver~ I'm sorry if my 'dramatic events pop out from no where' I like to keep people on the edge of their seats. Personally, I believe that Matthew has a violent side. It's my headcannon. Plus, Canada? Hockey? Did you honestly think he was weak? And the fact that he's always mistaken for his brother, some stress would build up…wouldn't you agree? Again, MY headcannon. You don't have to agree. You don't have to fall down on your knees and worship what I'm saying. If you don't agree, fine. Just don't bash me because you don't think Mattie can do anything more than 'a three hour rant.' He's not a Mary Sue. Would a Mary Sue cut himself and go though bouts of extreme depression? Yes, I said that I didn't was Alfred to be stereotypical. That doesn't mean I have to build on his character in every chapter. It was touched on. It wasn't supposed to be a major plot, and it will not become a major plot. I realize that I'm 'only adding side plot after side plot' and I'm sorry. It's hard balancing High school, life in general and thinking of ideas for this! Yes! THE SIDE PLOTS WERE TO ADD DRAMA! That's all! They are not the real plot! If I want Francis to be 19, then he's 19! This is fanfiction! They can be girls if I so chose! There are stories where they are in preschool! There are stories where they are in collage or older! Just because he looks '26, three years older than Arthur, and Gilbert and Spain would also be around that age,' doesn't mean that this is the only age that he can be no matter what anyone else thinks or says or does. And this little quote really made me feel something, good or bad I don't know yet.

"So, I'm not telling you to stop writing this story or anything, but only to put a little more thought into your writing and what you're writing about, and what these characters mean to you, because even if they're just fictional people, they are still people and shouldn't just be treated like puppets only made to play a part of an act." It's my fucking story. I can do whatever the hell I want with it. If all you can say is regarding how YOU look at it, than please keep it to yourself. I'm not reading your stories and telling you everything is wrong and how you need to do everything exactly how I would do it. I'm not that kind of person. Though I am the kind of person to bash you publically. And I'm sorry if I offended any "European", "Latino(a)", "Spanish", or "Spaniards" by describing Spain as 'Hispanic'.

~~Now onto the story!~~

Keira's POV

As we were walking to breakfast, I realized something. Slapping myself in the forehead for not thinking of it earlier, I turned to face everyone.

"How are you going to just walk into the great hall looking like you should be in high school when yesterday you were all eleven?" Some mumbled while Ludwig spoke up.

"Vell, I realized this as vell…but I was kind of hoping to think of an idea before anyone said anything." He hung his head, and I felt bad. Standing in a cluster in the hallway, we all looked at each other until a voice carried through the stone walls.

"Hahaha well! It seems my dear little Italia is facing some difficulties!" Feliciano's face perked right up as he spun around.

"Grandpa Rome?! Is'a that you? Oh I've'a missed you so very, very much!" More chuckling filled the hall as a man with a long white beard came into view.

"Professor Dumbledore? Wha-"Alfred was cut off by a dismissive hand wave.

"Well my boy, it seems you and your friends have run into a spot of trouble!" His blue eyes twinkled with hidden mirth, and we were starting to put two and two together.

Yes, yes," he cut us off before anyone could say anything, "It's been awhile my friends! It's not the same without my dear little Grandson with me." Feli had tears in his eyes, and was looking up at Dumbledore with a pleading expression.

"I'd best explain as I get this spell ready," he pulled out a little bag and a box. Conjuring up a table, he placed then items down, "I am The Roman Empire. Right as I was about to fall, a woman walked up to me and asked if I wanted a second chance. 'A second chance?" I asked. What could I possibly have done to deserve a second chance? So she tells me," he began to mix some of the dried plants from the box in with the powder that sat sparking ling on the untied hankie, " She says to me 'You did a good deed by sacrificing yourself for your friend, Germania, and we feel as though there is still more good to be done. How would you like to spend a second life as a human sorcerer? Many young minds need to be molded, like you did with Little Italia's.' At first I thought she was crazy," his wand began to move in intricate patterns over the mixture, "but I decided 'what harm could it do?' later, I found myself as a headmaster for a school in Scotland! Imagine my surprise when I see England come to learn for the first time!" He chuckles again and picks up some of the powder between three pinched fingers.

He scrutinizes it for a moment before blowing it all over the surrounding nations. At one, they began to shrink and change, back into the kids that I had known. Within moments, they were back to normal. I could sense the touching family reunion about to take place, so I quietly excused myself and made my own way back to the Great Hall. By the time I got there, the other students were already abuzz with conversation and eating. By force of habit, I began walking over to the Slytherin table. I didn't want to bring any more attention onto myself by turning around, I decided to sit and talk with Draco. He really wasn't that bad of a person, once you got to know him. Some of the other students were looking at me funny, but I ignored them.

"Hello Draco!" I kept my voice happy, though the glares were starting to make me uncomfortable.

"Um..y-yes. Hello." He was trying to be polite, I could tell.

"Why are you sitting here?" that girl Pansy asked. Never did like her, always making rude comments.

"E-excuse me?" It's been a while since anyone had been meant to me. Pansy sat next to another girl with shoulder length raven hair and a means disposition named Sarah. I've tried to be nice but she just hates me for some reason. And of course, the dark-haired gil just had to speak next.

"Why. Are. You. Sitting. Here. Gryffindors were never known for their brains for a reason I guess. Your bodyguards aren't here. What gives you the right to sit with purebloods?" Her nasally voice grated on my nerves, but I refused to let them see. With tears glinting in my eyes, I quietly stood up.

"Well then, have a nice day Draco." Turning, I took a deep breath. I couldn't let them see me like this. I couldn't strand it when people like her got a high from seeing their hard work bear fruit. Draco looked as though he wanted to say something, but I didn't stick around to hear it.

Casually I walked over to the Gryffindor table, were Ron, Hermione and Harry were having a discussion about Quidditch. Well, Ron and Harry were. Hermione looked board.

"H-hey guys." I sounded weak, and I hated that. Being weak, being vulnerable. I sat down between Hermione and Harry, not bothering to make a plate for myself. My appetite was gone. Before they could ask what was wrong, and I knew they would because they're just those kinds of people, a scruffy looking owl landed in front of the ebony haired first-year. Attached to its leg was a note. Apparently it was good news, for Harry's face lit up by the time he finished reading it.

"I know what'll cheer you up Keira! A trip to Hagrid's! Apparently he has something new to show us tonight! We can sneak out after dark with my cloak. By this point I was too tired to argue, so I agreed. The day's classes passed rather quickly, but I just wasn't able to concentrate on anything. I took a test in charms, and I could see it in his eyes when he looked it over that I had failed horribly.

By the time lights out came about, I was ready to crawl into my bed and sleep for a hundred years. Just as I was about to nod off, a hand shook me awake. Hermione stood over me with her cloak firmly around her shoulders. We met up with Ron and Harry by the fire in the main lobby area. As we all huddled under the invisibility cloak (which gave me quite a start when Harry's head was floating in mid air) a bad feeling grew in the pit of my stomach.

The walk to Hagrid's was quite and uneventful. It took about twenty minutes though, for we had to keep stopping whenever we thought we heard footsteps echoing though the halls. As soon as we knocked, the door flew open to reveal a very large man with a very large beard. The strangest part though, was the two very large oven mitts on his hands, both burnt in different areas.

"Well," his gruff voice called out, "Don't just stand there. Come in." His shack was small but cozy with a bed in the corner, a large table in the middle and a very large dog lying in a bed off to the side. Doing my best to scoot around the very large dog, I sat down in one of the unoccupied seats. Just as Hagrid was to address us, a whistling rang though the hut, startling us all.

Hurriedly, the half-giant ran to the caldron boiling over the fire and takes out a shiny, hot bronze egg. Juggling it from hand to hand, he places it down on the table. Suddenly, a crack spread in the smooth surface of the egg. The cracks began to spider wed out and whatever was hatching poked its head out for the first time. Within mere minutes, a baby dragon was sitting, looking dazed, on the table in front of us.

"A Norwegian Ridgeback chick! I think I'll name 'im Norbert!" The hairy man seemed enthralled with the tiny animal in his hands, even though it was causing tiny fires in his beard. It was beautiful, like love at first sight, or a mother holding her child for the first time.

A splotch of colour caught my eye and I peered out the window. Standing there, spying on us was none other than Draco Malfoy, his blonde hair catching the candle light. He seemed scared, but not as scared as I was. I knew we were in trouble. Turns out, Harry saw him too. He grabbed his cloak and didn't even bother hiding under it before running back up to the castle.

We were almost scotch free. Just a few more turns and we were safe in the common room, but luck would have it, we run face first into a very stern, very angry Professor McGonagall. With one look we knew.

We were screwed.

Thankfully, we didn't get into too much trouble. Just a night patrol of the Forbidden forest with Hagrid…and Malfoy. I was really excited. Actually. I've only been in the forest once, when I chased a beast from care for magical creatures down during my first year. We met up by Hagrid's cabin, ironic for this was where it all started.

"Ok students! We're going to be splitting up for this little escapade," A fearful gasp and some unrecognizable rambling came from the blonde that called attention to us the night before, "Ron and Hermione will be coming with me. 'arry, Malfoy and Keira, you'll be going with Fang. We're just doing a quick sweep to make sure nothing going wrong. Now this forest is huge. I want you to stay within 50 meters of the edge of the trees. Who knows what could be lurking in these woods." With that somber note, we split in to our groups and took off.

Harry tool the lead carrying the lamp while Draco lagging behind, me in the middle. We walked in silence for a while, nothing but out footsteps and the rustling trees to fill the soundless void. Suddenly, a high keening drew out attention to a clearing not 30 yards ahead of us. We rush to the opening of the clearing and stood in horror at what we saw.

A figure in a long black cloak seemed to be drinking the blood of a white creature. For some reason, heart-wrenching grief made tears escape the corners of my eyes, and when I truly saw what was under the cloaked creature, I knew why. Unicorns, pure and innocent, lay dying, silver blood dripping from the gash that tore its throat out. The black figure raised it head and looked at us. More specifically, at Harry. I tried to pull him out of the way, when a shaking hand grasps my wrist and pulls me away from the horrific scene.

Draco held on for dear life as we ran. We rant to find Hagrid. We ran in fear, leaving Harry to defend himself. The guilt made my head spin and i stumbled over a root, sprawling on the ground. I could feel the sticks digging into my stomach, but the pain in the ankle was so much more. Draco had kept running, leaving me alone in the dark. I could hear Fang barking in the distance, but it seemed so far away.

I lay there for what seemed like an hour, maybe more, when footsteps drew my attention. I had limped over to the nearest tree and leaned up against it, but I tried to shoo to my feet when I heard some one approach. I though someone had come to save me. The forest was full of shadows, but one stepped out into a patch of moonlight, its hood falling back just enough to show its maw. A sneer twisted its thin lips, a thick silver liquid ran down its chin, disappearing into the folds of its cloak.

I knew what this was. It was the thing that killed the unicorn. And now…it was going to kill me.

Harry POV

We were searching the forest frantically. When Malfoy left Keira, I was afraid she would get lost. After talking to Firenze, I was more frightened that the hooded figure would find her before her first.

"KEIRA! WHERE ARE YOU?" calls sounded through the forest, words bouncing harmlessly off the trees. I could tell that everyone was worried, even that prick Malfoy. It was his fault after all. I took a deep breath and readied myself to yell again when a scream pierced the air.

We all knew who it was, and we all feared the worst. The screaming continued, making it easier to follow the sound. Suddenly, it cut off, leaving the forest deadly silent. We continued to run, fear for our friend pushing us faster. We all hoped we could get there in time, we all prayed we could save her. We burst though the trees, not seeing her anywhere.

"W-what's that?" Malfoy was panting as hard as the rest of us, but his eyes were wide with terror. I followed his pointing finger with my eyes to a puddle of blood pouring out from behind a tree. I took one step, two steps towards the tree, fearing the worst.

And my fears were answered.

Dun DUN DUNNNNN…. Another cliffhanger! I was asked by a close friend if I was going to tie my plot into the Harry Potter plot. It was difficult, but after planning it all through Driver's Ed and NOT paying attention, this is what happened.

I would like to apologize for losing my cool before the chapter, but it had to be done.

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