Sorry for the late update, bla bla bla. So I'm doing a play called Into The Woods. If you don't know what that's about then think Grimm fairy tales put to music and you got the idea. Half the cast dies in the second act, and the narrator is sacrificed to appease the Giantess's anger. It's crazy. I'm there everyday (except Wednesdays) from 7-930, Saturday 930-330 and Sunday 1-230. I'm working on chapters so please have patience. I've received some requests, and have found a way to fit them in! I think I have a solid idea for the rest of the story, but I'm not entirely sure. There will be another 5-10 chapters maybe. Again, not sure.
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Onto the actual chapter!
Harry POV
I was a little concerned as we sat in the Gryffindor common room, listening to the plan Matthew was spelling out for us. Apparently he knows a ton of different people with special skills who would be perfect to help us on this dangerous adventure.
"Let me get this straight," I was really confused so I try to clarify a little, "Your friends, who live all around the world, have special powers no one else posses, and are willing to fight Voldemort?" Ron gasped at the name, but I was staring intently at the blonde Slytherin whom had all but officially taken up residence in Gryffindor tower.
"Well….ya! I mean, some might be a little wary, but most own me favors! I can go talk to Ro-Professor Dumbledore and ask if they could meet in the castle. But we would need…." He trailed off, deep in thought.
"Where would we keep them? Train them?" Hermione cut in, voicing her own questions. Matthew nodded in recognition of her concerns and continued.
"If we could find a room big enough…. Maybe we could house them there. But who could we get to fill them in on everything, to teach them about this kind of magic?" I didn't know what he meant by 'this kind' of magic, and I wished I had some ideas, but I still only know a little bit of magic myself. We sat around the fire for a few more moments before a mellow voice called out.
"Um…I might know of a place," Neville Longbottom stood in his flannel pajamas, looking at us expectantly, "Follow me." In a flash we were all up and following the porky kid out of the port hole and up to the seventh floor. It took a few moments before we made it to the left corridor on the seventh floor. Neville stood in front of the blank wall. Looking at each other, we didn't know what we expecting. Suddenly, an orient door bloomed from the stone. Within seconds a full door was looming in front of us.
"I found this about a month ago when I was looking for a place to hide from Crabbe and Goyle. It's anything you need it to be. How handy is that?"
Matthew POV
I pushed to door open, not knowing what to expect, and not expecting what I saw. Instead of a normal classroom, the room itself was as large as the quidditch fields that Alfred plays on. The walls were lined with different flags from all over the world, even the micro nations had their own flags up. I turned to the others and grinned.
"This is perfect!"
We raced to Rome's office, but we were stopped by two stone gargoyles.
"Password?" I didn't have a clue we needed a password to talk to Dumbledore, so I was a little dumbstruck. Thankfully harry came to my rescue. Apparently he knew the password, and fed it to the stone beasts, which let us through without a problem. As we climbed the long, spiraling stairs, a voice drifted down to us. Looking back, I saw Ron, Hermione, Harry and Neville looking just as confused as I was.
"Listen now as I tell what Heaven would be
Listen now as I tell what Heaven would be-
All the cooks would be the French
The policeman would all be British obviously
Engineers would be German
The bankers would be from Switzerland
And of course your lover would naturally be Italian~"
The voice grew louder the closer to the door we came. I recognized the lyrics as the song that Rome liked to sing to Feliciano, who liked to sing to Ludwig and Gilbert. I smiled and hummed along, enjoying the familiar tune.
"Listen as I tell you what Hell would be-
To begin with all the cooks would be British
The police would all be German
And the engineering would fall to the French
Your lover would unfortunately be Swiss
And all bankers would be from~ Italy"
By this time we were right at the door. Knocking politely, I waited for a response. I was expecting a 'come in' or a 'the door is open'. What I was not expecting was an old, graying wizard to calmly open the door himself, ushering us in. We followed, though slightly humbled. He sat behind his desk and folded his hands gently. For some reason, there were exactly enough seats for us all in front of the desk. Sitting down, I prepared my proposition.
"There is an all too real danger threatening Hogwarts, and we have a plan to stop it," I waited for him to say something, but all he did was twinkle his eyes at me, so I continued, "We have found a room large enough to run this operation that only those in our cause can access. I, well we, were hoping for your permission, sir, to invite the other nations to come to the school and stay to train and fight alongside us." I hadn't realized I had slipped up until I heard another, slightly familiar, voice call across the room.
"Nations? Are you really going to bring more of those buffoons into our school, headmaster?" The sorting hat was perched in a shelf, high up between many dusty books.
"I will do whatever is necessary to protect my home," Dumbledore said gravely, "I will send for them this instant. Thank you for your work. Please retire for the night. Tomorrow will be a busy day." He sighed heavily and began writing something in brilliant green ink. We made your way to our respective room, excited for what would be to come in the morning.
At China's House, later the night
Everyone was sitting around the table, eating a delicious meal made by China, where all had slightly larger portions when he made enough for Japan as well. The meal was mostly silent, and the appearance of an owl startled the whole family.
"What is this, aru? Who would send an owl at dinner time?" China was quite angry, or he was until he read the note tied to the creature's leg. He grew more and more gaunt as he finished the green writing.
"Oh my, this is very bad, aru. Very bad indeed. Everyone! Pack your things, aru. We have a battle to fight." Everyone set off, Taiwan and Hong Kong running to their rooms without a fight. Korea on the other hand had a different plan. As China was responding to the mysterious owl, Korea was sneaking around the table. When the moment was opportune, he pounced on his caretaker.
"Your breasts shall be mine, da-ze!" He reached for the older man's torso, but was flung across the room and into the table. Sitting up, Korea rubbed his head, wondering why his father figure was acting so strange. Usually he just shoves him off and scolds him. Never has China thrown him across a room.
"W-what's wrong, da-ze?" He asked tentatively.
"What's wrong, aru? What's WRONG?! We are going to be fighting a war, aru! No time for fighting! That's for European nations! Now pack your thing, aru. We leave in an hour." Korea dusted himself off and with a nod went to pack.
China POV
I hope they know what they're getting into. Maybe I shouldn't bring the others along…was I too harsh? AARRRRGGG! With a frustrated growl I threw my hands into the air. What was I going to do? Making up my mind, I wrote a quick note.
Taiwan POV
It took us all of twenty minutes to pack, but when we met back up in the kitchen, bags in hand, we were met with a note from China.
Dear Children,
I realized this war is going to be too dangerous, so I'm leaving you three in charge of the house in my absence. Please act responsibly and make me proud. Please pray for me to return home safe, for I may not. I love you all.
~China
We all took turns reading it, in shock. How could he leave us? I surveyed the kitchen and noticed the owl had left already, but left the note on the counter. Walking over to it, I took note of the strange colour of ink.
"Um guys? I think I found something!" And with that, we had a plan.
3rd POV
All around the globe, nations were receiving mysterious letters written in green ink and delivered by owl. The amount of owls flying around the globe shocked and outstanded most scientists, almost as badly as the owl pack during the summer in England.
Estonia received his letter second. Since he was under Russia's command, he had to ask. At first he was afraid of asking the hulking nation who had caused so much pain in the past, but after seeing an owl perched in the northern nation's desk, he felt less afraid. He was to be the….tech expert?
Russia received his next, though he kinda expected it. H had felt a war brewing for a while now. It was only a matter of time, though he had to admit he was surprised when Estonia approached him with a letter on his own. Russia was supposed to be the…heavy artillery!
Poland was next. He was sitting in his home, sipping some fruity drink and watching the newest episode of his show when the owl flew through the open window and sat on top of his television. Placing his fruit whatever-its-called on the table next to him, the blonde approached the bird and excitedly read the note attached to his leg. "Like, they want me to fight in another war? Oh, they need….like, an armor designer! Totally sweet! I like, have to tell Lit!"
Lichtenstein was taking her daily rounds about the wall of peace when she saw an owl trying to enter. She placed her SDK carbine on the ground and stepped through the wall. In an instant the bird landed softly on the small girl's shoulder, holding its leg out. She carefully unrolled the note and read it with wide eyes. After thanking the bird, the girl quickly rushed inside to tell her brother. Apparently they were needed to bring ammunitions and…..place a protective barrio around the school, like the one around their home.
Norway was surprised to find an American Barn Owl flying though his window, and even more surprised to see another file in behinde it, both bearing notes ties to their legs. One addressed to him, who was to help fight a…..a head sorcerer. The other was addressed to Denmark! Norway stared at the interesting green writing, trying to think of why anyone would want Denmark to help, but when he read what was needed of the ridiculous nation, it all made sense. He was needed as…..moral support.
Owls were flying all around the world, and within a few hours, the nations were all on their way to a magic school in Scotland, to prepare for a deadly battle. But what was happening back at the castle? A group of students were trying to fall asleep, one in particular trying to figure out who to have teach the incoming soldiers, when something popped to mind. Said student shot out of bed, threw on some slippers and slipped out of the common room. Sneaking through the hallways, they made it to the headmasters office and whispered the password into the ear of the closest gargoyle. Making their way up the steps, their mind was whirling a hundred miles per hour. As the doors flew open, an ageing man smiled at the student.
"You've thought of something haven't you?" The student nodded -eager to tell Dumbledore their idea.
"What if Harry could teach them? He IS the chosen one after all! But there's one problem…"
"You're right. This Harry doesn't know much about anything, does he?"
"How can we…." Dumbledore reached his hand out and placed something in the child's hands.
"You're different behind my office doors, old friend. You'll know what to do." The student looked down at his hands, and gasped in delight at the time turner cradled gently in his palms. He fixed his small had and unknotted the ribbons before turning to his headmaster.
"Thank you sir. I know exactly what to do." The Romanian student walked out with an idea forming in his head. As he walked through the headmaster's door, he replaced his mask of calm, cool and collected. Making his way up to the astronomy tower, Dmitri stood with the time turner dangling from his hands.
"Let's hope this works." And he turned it five years into the future.
Here it is! The newest update! I hope this was what you were looking for, Nicolft! It'll grow more, hopefully!
I apologize if any of the characters are OOC, I went wwwaaaayyyyy out of my comfort zone to write this. I'm using this as a growing experience in writing. Especially the battle scene, that'll be interesting. This was the first time I've ever written for any of the Asian nations, Estonia, Poland, the Nordics, and I tried to keep Dumbledore in character for himself, but that would've made him OCC for Rome…..rawrg! SO complicated!
I could've kept going for several more pages, but as it is, this chapter is already seven pages long! I waned to say thanks for everyone who is sticking to this story and putting up with my gog awful plots… If you have any ideas for future chapters, I will try to mix them it! And I apologize for any grammar or spelling. It's hard to edit when it's seven pages long…
And a super big apology to TatlTails! Your oneshot is eluding me, so it'll take a little while longer! I do have some ideas though so not all hope it lost!
With love~
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