I AM SO SORRY! Sorry it took so long to update, (writer's block) I have suddenly become obsessed with 2p, so I will probably be featuring a lot. Thank you so much for all your reviews, favourites and follows! they are much appreciated!

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When Matthew returned to class he expected some sort of commotion, for someone to recognize him at least. After the broom incident that morning he hoped he would be noticed, however as he entered the class room slightly late, the teacher didn't even look up. he sighed quietly and made hid way to his seat hoping for some attention. None noticed him as he sat down next to Alfred, and he rested his head on his arms, leaning on the desk, thinking. No matter what, no one would acknowledge his existence for more than a moment. It was hopeless to try to stand out.

'You could always let me out.' It was a voice in his head. A voice he knew. A voice he heard everyday begging to be released. 'I wish I could', He thought back to it. 'But with all these people around . . .' 'Okay, okay, I get it. I'm stuck in your head. But seriously, you shouldn't let these nobodies treat you like this.' Canada closed his eyes, thinking, this is going to be a long year.

That night Canada and America finished writing a letter to England after everyone else went to sleep. They snuck down to the common room, intent on mailing the letter that night away from prying eyes. However as they creeped down the staircase they heard voices and paused. "I can't believe you're going to do this Harry." That was Hermione's voice.

"You!" Ron whispered furiously. "Go back to bed!"

"I almost told your brother." Hermoine again. "He's a prefect, he'd put a stop to this." Canada and America frowned, a stop to what?

"Come on." This time it was Harry's voice. Deciding quickly, the brothers looked at each other. At times like this, the telepathy they shared as twins came in handy. 'Let's go after them' Canada thought to his sibling. America nodded silently in agreement. they ran down the stairs and caught sight of the three first years just as they walked through the portrait hole.

The brothers slipped pot of the portrait hole to find Harry, Ron and Hermione arguing. Deciding to make his presence known, Alfred loudly exclaimed, "What are you all doing out of bed, only heroes are aloud out of bed at this time of night!" Al three looked over at him, startled then shushed him in sync.

Hermione was the first to speak, "Ron and Harry were thinking of doing something stupid."

Ron looked down and muttered, "Shut up Hermione."

"So what were you planning on doing," Matthew whispered. Luckily everyone else was being quiet enough so they heard him.

"Malfoy challenged me to a wizarding duel." Harry said with a slightly determined, slightly nervous expression. This wasn't good for Matthew, Arthur had sent him and Alfred here to protect and look out for Harry. However Matthew had a feeling Harry wouldn't back down from a challenge, and he knew he was competent enough in a battle to easily deal with any spells a first year could come up with, so he would just defend Harry the best he could.

But before he could even say anything, Alfred spoke, "That sounds totally heroic! Me and Matt'll come with, 'kay."

"It's Matt and I-" Hermione began, before Ron cut her off.

"Lets just get going, if your coming than come, just don't stop us."

And they were off, slipping through the corridors as silently as possible. Canada might as well have been a ghost for how quietly he moved, and surprisingly, at least to the other three students, the same could be said for Alfred. Matthew knew that Alfred had learned to slip across the ground silently, just like all the other nations, during times of war. He himself had often been sent into enemy camps for stealth missions. Some of those missions had also been suicide missions, seeing as he was a nation and couldn't die, and military commanders sometime took advantage of that. Steering himself away from darker thoughts, Canada noticed they had arrive in the trophy room.

Malfoy and Crabbe weren't there yet, and Matthew knew something was wrong. Suddenly he realized something. He began to slowly back up, heading towards the door, and attempted to get Harry, who was closest to him at the time, to follow him by tugging on his robes. Suddenly they all heard a voice - and it didn't belong to Draco, "Sniff around my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner." The voice was Filch's.

Horror-struck the five immediately ran towards the door. Ron tripped, and was pulled back up by Harry, however he had knocked over a suit of armor with a crash. They heard footsteps behind them and realized Filch was running after them. Streaking through the halls, they took a left, than a right, than a left again. When they finally thought they had lost him, the five students rested panting.

"Obviously 'pant' Malfoy didn't plan to show up from the beginning. He must have tipped off Filch some students would be out of bed in the trophy room. It was a trap." Hermine said between breaths.

"Totally un-heroic." Alfred said, agreeing with her.

just then Peeves floated around the corner. Alfred Jumped, screaming, and ran off in another direction, Matthew followed close on his brothers heels, and having not much of a choice, the other three chased after him as well. Alfred's scream must have caught Filch's attention again, because they could now hear another set of footsteps, chasing them. They all came to a door, and when Alfred tried to open it, he realized it was locked. Using some wand-less magic, Matthew quickly unlocked the door. All five students russed in and shut the door behind them. They waited with baited breath for Filch's foot steps to pass by the door. when they could no longer hear the footsteps, the first years let out a relieved sigh.

Ron turned around and screamed. The others turned around too, and were met wih a terrifying sight. A giant, three headed, fanged dog was looming over them. Matthew let out a surprised and, joyful? exclamation, "Fluffy!"

Without hesitation Alfred grabbed his brothers wrist, and opening the door, ran out of the room. The group of already exhausted first years bolted through halls, and up staircases, heading for the Gryffindor tower.