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Chapter 29

"Guys... You're fucking useless." "

We're not!" America yelled as he shot to his feet, chair clattering to the floor. "Shut up!"

England sighed for the umpteenth time that day.

"You caused a nationwide panic, trashed the Ministry of Magic and didn't even manage to get the horcrux."

"... We're not useless okay!"

"He does have a point." Germany pointed out, causing the American to collapse to the floor in dismay. "We can't even get one stupid horcrux. Seventeen year olds have destroyed more than us - literally."

"You're as useless as a chocolate teapot."

"What the fuck England." America deadpanned.

"First off, why would you waste good chocolate making a teapot?" Switzerland asked, looking disgruntled by the mere thought. "What next - a cheese fire-guard?"

"It was a figure of speech." The island nation looked like he would burst into tears at any moment.

"A cheese fire-guard would not be good for hitting people with." Russia mused, a small smile forming on his childish face. "Although real ones are very good."

"Don't you dare hit me over the head with a fire-guard!" America yelled.

"I did not say I would!"

"Guys, please. We have already made cheese fire-guard, over in China." The long haired nation said, a hint of pride entering his voice. "If you want I sell to you for only $100,000."

"Ah, I can always minimise it." Japan piped up.

"That is a perfectly good waste of cheese!"

"Big brother..."

"Shut up!" England shouted. Silence fell like people during the black death. "We do NOT want this to turn into another Les Mis re-enactment!" The blond glanced at America, who was wearing a tricolour badge and grinning. France too, had a hat perched atop his head and was winking at the other nations. Russia had already gotten his violin out.

"Do you hear the people sing?" America asked tentatively.

"NO!" England yelled, and all Les Miserables related products were hastily put away. "This is why nothing ever gets done!" The Brit collapsed into a chair, letting grass green eyes slip closed. "Just... Get to work."

Germany stood, lips pursed. "Research, go." The three nations hurried from the room, Canada returning at the last second for Kuma. "The rest of you, get some paperwork done. And no Les Mis!"

With that, Germany sunk into the chair next to England.

"Those lot will be the end of me, either way."

"Same."

Research

Canada collapsed, letting his head fall to the table with a thump.

"This is useless." He groaned.

Spain absently leafed through the pages of some obscure old British magic book, not even attempting to read the words splattered across the page. China looked ready to hit himself over the head with his own frying pan. "

Aiyah." The Eastern nation murmured. "England is right. We really are useless."

The brunet of the group nodded. "I'm sorry guys, I think I'm getting RSI." He said, rubbing his eyes. "I need a rest."

"I second that." The Canadian put his hand up weakly, before letting it hit the table.

China blinked. The words swam on the page before him.

And suddenly, like a fire-guard (not made of cheese mind you) hitting him over the head, it hit him.

"Eureka!" He yelled, leaping up, all previous fatigue gone. "I've got it!"

The other two immediately perked up, lifting their heads from the table.

"One of the horcruxes was a diadem, right?" China asked, and Canada nodded in response. "And the other was a locket. Slytherin's locket."

"Where are you going with this?" Spain asked sleepily.

"Wouldn't it be plausible that the next horcrux would be from a house at Hogwarts? But it wouldn't be Gryffindor, because they have the sword, and didn't whats-his-face use that for something? I don't know." He looked to the other's for clarification, but when he received none he continued anyway. "So maybe the next horcrux will be something to do with Hufflepuff."

There was silence.

"China, I literally discovered that like seven chapters ago."

"Oh."

"But," Canada continued, and China looked at him hopefully, "I didn't think about the house thing. So you did technically discover something."

"Spain!" The Asian shouted, doing a pirouette. The green eyed nation looked up. "Google search Hufflepuff important things!"

"You can't google wizard things." The blond nation sighed. "There's a reason we've been using books you know."

Kuma's head was absently patted, and the small bear looked up.

"Who are you?" "

I'm Canada!" Said nation huffed indignantly.

"Then book it!" China told him, and Spain grabbed the nearest book. "

I'll help too." Canada said, although by now no one was paying attention.

They flicked through book after book for a few hours, occasionally thinking that they had found something, but it always turned out not to be what they were looking for.

A while later, America popped his head round the door.

"Hey, guys, found anything yet? Please say yes, I don't want to do anymore paperwork."

When all the nation's shook their heads, America's hopeful expression died.

"We did figure out that it will probably be from Hufflepuff though." Spain said, and the North American nation raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't ya, ya know, ask one of the Hufflepuffs?" He was met with cold glares. "What?"

"No, we didn't." His brother clarified. "Wait, what are we talking about? I was a Hufflepuff!"

"Did you ever hear any stories of anything mystical, or of great importance?" China asked, leaning forward slightly.

Canada nodded. "We heard about Helena Hufflepuff's cup." He mused, running a hand through Kuma's bright white fur. "But other than that, no." "

That might be it then." Spain said, a grin forming on his Hispanic features.

"America, can you-"

"You're gonna miss me when I'm gone!" The Nation had already shuffled out of the room, clicking his fingers and winking.

"God damn it."

Scout

"So... We're clueing for looks on the horcrux thingy?" North Italy chirped,

"Exactly." Said Switzerland, crossing his arms.

There was a pause.

"Wait a second."

"Just agree." South Italy hissed to the blond male. "It makes life so much easier."

"Erm, guys?" Liechtenstein piped up. "Where exactly are we looking?" "

We have reasons to believe that the horcrux in question is with one of the Death Eaters." Switzerland said matter of factly. "As one Mr Malfoy already had one, the diary that was destroyed a few years ago, we can count him out. One of the most devoted Death Eaters is a Bellatrix Lestrange, we decided to investigate her first."

"Oh, OK."

"That makes sense." Feliciano grinned. "So why are we going to the bank?"

"Because one of the most probable places that she will store said horcrux is in her vault." "

Oooooh."

The four strode into the bank. None of the goblins or patrons paid them any heed - they just looked like normal customers, albeit wearing muggle clothes.

They should have.

Vash knocked on the hard wood of the desk. A goblin looked up.

"Hello, we'd like to view a vault please."

"Please state your name and give us your key."

"Bellatrix Lestrange, and I don't have a key."

"Then leave. You are obviously not Madame Lestrange, and the real one will be informed about this immediately."

With that, the goblin pushed the four back out of the door.

"Well shit."

A/N: Canada lays down the law

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