Chapter one – 3 way meeting

Hi everyone!

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the first chapter, it was such a great response. I was really happy that people commented that it was quite unique because that's what I'm trying to do. I know this is a fusion fic, but I want to bring in as many new things as possible.

Also to MayAnny, don't worry. This is not a shipping fic and there will not be any pairings, so please feel free to become invested in this story ;)

And a few of you mentioned how Tom might remember that day. Don't worry, I that prologue was there for a reason and I won't forget it – though it'll take a while to get up to that it in the story ;P

I took a while to bring this chapter out because I am already writing forward. So far I have completed up to chapter 5 and have planned up to chapter 16 and if I have to guess I'd say there'll be about 27 chapters by the time this is finished (though that is still an early guess, so may change). Basically before I post a chapter I want to be confident I have not created any plot holes for future chapters. I don't want to post something only to realise I've left out (or included) something that I shouldn't have.

This chapter basically establishes why Arthur and co. will be at Hogwarts for the rest of the year. I hope you enjoy it.

Parliament House, London

August 23rd 1994

The corridors of the Parliament House in London were empty as a clock chimed 11pm. All was quiet save for the sound of an elevator, as it ascended the floors of the building. A bing announced the elevators arrival on the sixth floor. Before the doors had fully opened Arthur Kirkland stepped out, looking briefly at the clock he swore under his breath before quickly making his way down the corridor.

He had had an annoying day to say the least. To start with Arthur had woken up early, on his only day off that week, with an uneasiness that he simply couldn't shake. Irritation was soon added to his sense of anxiety as he had to spend half the morning with Alfred, who was visiting for the week. Currently the American's latest obsession was Final Fantasy VI, which had recently hit the market. For Arthur, this meant three straight hours of hearing about Final Fantasy VI and all the different cheats and strategies that could be used within the game. It was enough to give anyone a headache and did nothing to soothe the unease he felt.

It was only in the evening – after a few Alfred free hours and a nice home cooked meal when he finally began to relax.

And then the phone rang.

Arthur paused, trying not to think of the brief conversation that had followed. This was not the irritation he felt when he had to listen to Alfred's ramblings, nor was it the annoyance that he felt when one of the other nations mocked his cooking. This was pure and genuine anger, and if he did not want to completely loose the plot and act like a mad man in front of the two people he was just about to meet, he would have to take a moment to regain his composure.

A moment later England knocked on the door and entered the room.

The two men were already there. However, neither acknowledged England's entrance as they were currently in a heated discussion, which judging by the tone and volume of their voices was quickly devolving into an argument.

"Well I can assure you, it won't happen again," the shorter man, who England knew to be Cornelius Fudge – current Minister for Magic was saying.

"Can you? Because if this Quidditch World Cup is such a big event among your people as you claim, your security should have been able to prevent it. If they couldn't handle it this time, why should next time be any different?" questioned Jon Jahrom, the current Muggle Prime Minister.

England cleared his throat to announce his arrival. "So, you finally made it," said Fudge, clearly using England to avoid giving Jahrom an immediate answer.

"You should be glad I made it at all," England retorted, unable to keep the cold tone from entering his voice. "Given I was only told an hour ago that I would be meeting my two leading ministers in the dead of night."

"Well, I believe arriving a bit late is far better than materialising out of nowhere," commented Jahrom, irritation clear in his voice. "At least England has the decency of arriving like a normal human being — and he's not even human!"

"Look, I'm not here to debate magic vs Muggle transportation," said England before Fudge could respond. "What I want to hear about is what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. Jahrom is right. Why is it that at such a large and supposedly secure event, things were allowed to get so out of control?" England strode forward, taking the remaining seat and fixing Fudge in the eyes. "According to what Jahrom told me when he rang this evening, in the early hours of this morning a group of wizards ran wild at the World Cup, causing havoc among the other wizards there and taking a family of Muggles captive for the sole purpose of tormenting them," England paused as Jahrom nodded his agreement. "And call it instinct if you will, or the fact that I've been around much longer than either of you, but I feel that there is more to the story than what you have so far reported Fudge. Am I right?"

Fudge looked at England for a moment, clearly considering whether or not to divulge the information. "Well, if you must know," he began after a moment's pause. "In the later stages of the riot an unknown wizard set off the Dark Mark. But what you must Underst—"

"What?! Someone let of the Dark Mark?" England cut in. "And you don't even know who it was!?"

"Calm down a minute and let me explain what happened," Fudge began before briefly disclosing the events of the previous night.

"Why wasn't I informed of this sooner?" England questioned when Fudge had finished. "Something this serious —"

"Forgive my interruption," said Jahrom, irritation over no longer understanding the turn of the conversation clear on the Muggle politician's face. "But what is this, this talk about a dark mark? Surely in light of the other things that happen at the World Cup such a thing carries little significance."

"It's what the Dark Mark symbolises," England replied. "I'm sure you remember when you first became Prime Minister?"

"I can assure you I remember the night when I was told about not only the wizarding world, but also about the existence of you of nations along with the fact that rest of the population are completely ignorant of both. It's something I'll never forget, no matter how much I may want to…"

"Well, during the last war the Dark Mark was the symbol used by the Death Eaters, followers of —"

"Yes, yes that Voldemort guy. I remember that much," Jahrom interrupted, waving his hand for England to continue.

"Ok, well they would use it whenever they killed someone – like a calling tag that Muggle gangs might use. Anyway, the reason the appearance of the Dark Mark last night carries such significance is that it's the first time it has been sighted since the war."

"And this has you concerned," Jahrom said, a small frown creasing his brow as he thought. "Of course it would, the Mark appearing alongside a hate riot after so long shows that this anti-Muggle sentiment never disappeared, which also makes it very difficult to think of as a once off event." Jahrom fell silent for a moment as though thinking through potential scenarios. "If it's not a once off event and riots on that scale become common place again – you're worried of another war-"

"Wait a moment there," Fudge hastily interjected. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Yes, the Dark Mark was seen in the sky last night for the first time in a few years. But to say this is a precursor to a new war? I'd say that's just jumping to conclusions. Everyone knows that You Know Who died the night he tried to kill young Harry Potter. So that's it. There's no coming back from death, so we have nothing to fear from him any longer."

"Assuming he actually did die, I never saw any solid evidence for that."

"And as for the Dark Mark last night," Fudge continued as though England had not interrupted. "I'd even go as far to say that the perpetrator helped improve the overall situation. As soon as the masked people saw the Mark they fled, we recovered the Muggles and everyone went home hap-, well, maybe not happily, but everyone went home and that's what's important."

"That does not excuse the fact that your people attacked mine!" Jahrom commented accusingly.

"I can assure you; we are doing all we can to catch those who were responsible."

"Well to be honest, it's hardly surprising that such a riot happened in the first place," Jahrom retorted. "Considering you let all those within your community carry highly dangerous weapons with them everywhere they go. Something like this was bound to happen eventually."

"Highly dangerous weapons? Surly you don't mean our wands!?"

"Of course that's what I'm talking about. You allow your people to carry around little sticks that enable the user to take the life of another with a simple word —"

"Actually, it's two words," England contributed.

"Whatever – that's still what I'd call highly dangerous. And then you wonder how such a riot could take place right under your nose!? If it hadn't involved my people it'd be laughable."

"Well I can't tell my people to stop carrying around their wands!" Fudge retorted. "We're wizards, our wands are part of who we are. We need them for our daily lives. Yes, a few odd people may use them for unpleasant purposes, but we've got laws against that – people know that if they get caught using their wands in such a way, they'll be getting a one-way ticket to Azkaban."

"Oh yes, and we can see that the threat of jail works so well in stopping wand violence," Jahrom said sarcastically.

"You want to talk about highly dangerous weapons? You Muggles have weapons that can level whole cities – including the wizarding sections – in seconds. Taikakusen Roji - the Diagon Alley of Japan – was completely obliterated along with the rest of Hiroshima during the Second World War, despite all the protective charms that were put in place. And since then, the Muggles have made weapons a hundred times more destructive than that one was, or so I have been told. So if you want to discuss highly dangerous weapons, how about you have a look at your own people before complaining about us!"

"Last I checked Muggle citizens don't walk around with nuclear bombs in their back pockets, blasting them at random wizarding families whenever the Soccer World Cup is on!"

"Look, I've already apologised for the events of the World Cup," Fudge began, hands clenching a fraction.

"Fudge, I'm sure you're aware that it's not that simple," England said. "Attacks between Muggles and wizards are nothing new. They have been going on as far back as I can remember – and trust me, that's a long time. I clearly remember when the Muggles loved hunting down witches and wizards. However that time has passed, Muggles have now long forgotten about the present of magic in this world. I would have hoped that centuries after the Muggles stopped attacking wizards, wizards would have also ceased their attacks."

"I know," Fudge said gravely. "Unfortunately though, that's easier said than done."

"Apparently so," England commented. "On that note, you said that appearance of the Dark Mark is no precursor to a new wizarding war?"

"No, I don't believe so."

"And yet it appeared on the same night as a Muggle hate riot and on top of that you mentioned that Harry Potter of all people – the very boy that saw an end to the last war, was present for all of this."

"Simply a coincidence England. There were many students from Hogwarts attending the World Cup. It's hardly surprising that a few of them would get caught up in what followed."

"Actually, considering there were thousands of people at the event, the chances of Potter himself being present at the spot where the Dark Mark was found were pretty small," Jahrom remarked.

England nodded his agreement. "I'm starting to wonder whether or not it was coincidence," England considered unease he'd felt earlier – almost as though his subconscious had been telling him something was wrong. "I think something bigger is coming."

"Of course it's a coincidence," Fudge maintained. "A few random events that all coincided. Nothing more, nothing less."

"All the same, I think it would be a good idea to look into it," insisted England. "The last thing I want is for another civil war to break out between the wizards. To begin with, we should be talking about Harry Potter. As he was the one who put an end to the last wizarding war (albeit unintentionally), it makes him a potential target to anyone looking at string up trouble this time."

"Ok, I'll agree with you on that one. Although the only person who matches that description already tried last year. But thanks to the staff at Hogwarts, Sirius Black was unsuccessful in his attempt at harming Potter, meaning that the boy is safe while he is at the school – which is the vast majority of the year."

"Yes, but if I remember correctly, while the staff did help Potter there have been several occurrences – not only last year, but in his previous two years as well according to Dumbledore – where the teachers – Dumbledore included were unable to help Potter. It was only through the help of his friends that he managed to make it through – that, as well as a bit of luck.

"Ok," Fudge hesitantly responded.

"So, in order to keep Potter safe from anyone with ill intent I think it would be a good idea if I, along with a few friends, go undercover at the school, as students. If we were to become his friends we'd be able to protect the boy in a way his teachers can't."

Fudge was already shaking his head. "That is not necessary," he stated. "Potter is completely safe at the school. As I said, his only threat is Sirius Black, who, according to my sources, is not even in the country at the moment."

"Not only that," added Jahrom. "But young as you may look, considering your age, you simply could not pass as a fourteen year old. No one would believe it."

"Oh, that problem would be easy enough to fix. There are certain de-aging potions and spells that would do the job," commented Fudge offhandedly. "Not that I think it should be done. Quite the contrary in fact. Not only would it be a waste of your skills to unnecessarily protect Potter in one of the safest locations in the United Kingdom, but you'd be allowing yourself to be in the presence of the same people every day for close to a year. Surely they'd start asking questions about your humanity. What if it got out that you are the personification of England? Then they would figure out that other nations are real. After that people could start plotting —"

"I am well aware of risks as well and consequences of the public becoming aware of our existence, Fudge, and I do not need to hear of them from you – especially considering I was the one who told you about them in the first place."

"Then you'll agree that it's an unnecessary risk."

"No I won't agree with that," England argued. "Assuming you could life as long as I, you would also be able to sense when something is not right. I'm telling you, I woke this morning knowing something wasn't right. And only hours later I'm told about the violent riot from the World Cup. I'm telling you – this is no coincidence. If we do not act soon, we'll find ourselves facing another wizarding war. Something that I think we can all agree none of us want to experience again."

"You make a good point. Hypothetically speaking if war did break out between the wizards, my people would be in danger too," Jahrom agreed. "The World Cup clearly demonstrates that just because the majority of the Muggle population live blissfully unaware of the wizards, it does not at all mean they are safer. I can hardly imagine something more dangerous for my people than them going about their daily lives in complete ignorance to a war happening all around them – especially when a large element of that war is due to hatred towards them by people they have never even met."

"But it's not going to happen." Fudge persisted.

"Perhaps not, but would it really hurt to prepare, just on the off chance that something does happen?"

"That's what I'm talking about! Being prepared in case war does eventuate," England said. He paused for a moment before adding, "As a nation who has seen many wars and disturbances then I care to admit, I know when something is happening. And it is. I'm telling you, Potter is key to this – if we are able to protect him, I believe we can stop – or at the very least postpone the next wizarding war."

"You are jumping to conclusions England. A war is not coming – it is not going to happen." Fudge said as though declaring the words would make them true. "And if you cannot see that. If you continue seeing wars when there are none – well, that's dangerous for a country too. Clearly the work is getting too much for you if you are becoming this paranoid. Maybe a trip away would help you think things over? I hear Fiji's nice this time of year."

"You're saying I should go on a trip to 'think things over?'!" a bushy eyebrow twitched as England felt his voice begin to raise. "What? The stress of my job is making me paranoid is it? Imagining the outbreak of impossible wars am I? I was meeting with some of history's greatest leaders while your ancestors were babies. I participated in some of the biggest and most violent battles throughout this country's history and I saw how each of them shaped the world we now live in and you, a simple arrogant politician, are too scared of war to even consider it is a possibility. And you think you can tell me to take a break?!"

"That's because you are seeing a war when it is not possible!" Fudge declared, rising from his seat to emphasis his point. "Voldemort is dead. He will not be back. His followers are all rotting away in prison and our best Aurors are constantly on the trail of his only follower who isn't behind bars – Black barley has time to sleep without our Aurors catching him, let-alone try to start another war. That's why I maintain – There will be no war!"

"Are you honestly that daft!?" England said, looking Fudge directly in the eyes. "There are hints everywhere, and I'm not just referring to the World Cup – which, by the way clearly shows you don't have all of his followers in prison. Surely you've noticed these hints? Surely you've noticed how so many of them relate back to Harry Potter in some way."

"No I don't!" Fudge shot back. "Because I'm not seeing things that are not there to begin with. I am not trying to create problems where there are none!" The Minister for Magic took a breath. "Look England, I know you must have seen many wars throughout your time, but jumping to conclusions like this is only going to cause panic. All this talk about war and keeping Harry Potter safe is unnecessary, and I'm sure Jahrom feels the same way."

"Actually, I am more incline to agree with England," Jahrom said. Out of the three of them he was the only one still seated. Taking a sip of his tea he continued. "While I do agree that living with the same people for an extended length of time increases the risk of someone finding out about the existence of the nations, it may be a necessary risk. England made some convincing arguments. From what you've told me about the events at the World Cup, and of this wizarding war, it does seem as though some suspicious activities are beginning to take place. I do not think it would be wise to completely ignore them."

"So you too then," Fudge said blankly. "For the last time, you are both making too much out of this. War is not coming and Harry Potter does not need further protection. But it looks as though I will not be getting this through either of your heads tonight," he stooped down, picked up his bag and walked to the centre of the room. "I'll be returning to the Ministry of Magic. Once again Jahrom, I apologise about the involvement of the Muggles at the World Cup. I will notify you again when we have caught the perpetrators. And England," he took a breath in, and trying a feeble smile stated, "You said yourself that you've seen war before, but this time is different. So long as I'm the Minister for Magic I will not let war happen."

"War can happen whether you let it—"

Crack. Fudge disapparated.

"or not. Well that was rude," England sat back in his seat, taking a long draught of tea. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the burning sensation as the hot liquid washed down his throat.

"He could at least use the door," Jahrom agreed.

The two remained silent for a few moments, listening as the clock struck midnight.

"So, you really think a new war may begin?"

England sighed, staring up at the fancy light fittings before replying. "I feel it's more of a 'will' than 'may'. The events at the World Cup only prove that there are plenty of people willing to join the enemy's side should the time come. The real question is 'when'?"

"And yet Fudge won't listen to any of it," Jahrom said more to himself.

"Uh ha, he's so content living in a time of peace that he's refusing to consider that things can change. I have met leaders – both wizard and Muggle – like him before, who refuse to believe that they are facing war, until (and in one case I mean this literally) there's a cannon blasting through their courtroom walls... What frustrates me is that in war the events that happen prior to it can hugely affect its outcome – sometimes war can be avoided altogether, if the right measures are taken. If Fudge were to listen to me instead of just ignoring – Argh! It pisses me off! Who made that bloody wanker leader of the wizards anyway?"

"So," asked Jahrom a faint smile visible on his lips despite the situation. "You believe one of the ways of preventing this war is to keep Harry Potter safe? I presume Fudges' denial has done nothing to deter this plan?"

"If anything it's been turned from more of a simple idea, to something I am determined to see through. That Fudge, telling me to 'take a break'." England paused, a cunning smile spreading across his face. "Actually, that is exactly what I will do, I'll take a break from my usual work, just as Fudge suggested – except my destination will be Hogwarts instead of Fiji."

"You are aware, I presume that there are certain jobs and paperwork that you are required to do?"

"Oh, I – yeah…." England faltered.

"However, there are times when field work takes a priority," Jahrom continued. "The fact my citizens may be targeted in an invisible war simply because they are unable to perform magic is a horrific prospect and must be prevented at all costs. Regardless of what Fudge may say, when 'Muggles' are involved, it automatically becomes my business. Don't worry about your usual paper work, I will see to it that it's done in one way or another. The protection of Harry Potter and the prevention of a wizarding war is top priority."

"Thank you for that Jahrom," England said genuinely. "Although I must admit, it is a little sad to think that it is the Muggle leader and not the Wizarding leader who is taking the first steps in preventing this war. All the same, I appreciate that you see the importance of this task."

"Yes well, as I said, you made some very convincing points. May I ask how you intend to gain a position within the school? I will assist you if I can, however my knowledge of the wizarding world is … rather limited."

"Thanks for the offer," said England. "But I've already got a contact at Hogwarts, so I'll be able to get a position within the school, no questions asked. I'll also ask him whether it is possible to bring a few others," England paused, thinking which other nations could be of help on such a mission.

"Good, that settles it then. I'm afraid I will not be able to offer any further assistance seeing as the only wizard I actually know is Fudge, who will probably try and stop you if he hears of this," Jahrom added warningly.

"Just as long as he doesn't find out before I get there, things will be fine," England maintained.

"And I know you already know this. But just make sure you are really careful with your true identity. If the wrong person does find out your secret, it could mean big trouble for you and in turn the rest of England."

"Yes, yes I'm well aware of that."

Jahrom yawned, looking at the time. "Well, it's 12:20 already," he said. "I think I'd better call it a night. I have to give an interview about my opinion on Global Warming back in the 'real' world tomorrow and I need to be alert for all the questions they'll be asking," he sighed. "Life was so much simpler before I knew of magic, nations, and threats of wizarding wars."

England chuckled as he left the room. "Yes, I suppose it would have been."

England bid goodbye to Jahrom and left the building. However instead of going to his own home and beloved bed, he soon found himself in his office. So, he was going to Hogwarts. How many centuries had passed since he had last walked its elaborate corridors? He briefly wondered if he would recognise any of the paintings or ghosts. Perhaps they had moved to different places by now. England shook his head to help refocus. If this was to happen, there was work to be done and letters to be sent. Most of these letters Arthur could send by email, and so could all be sent at the same time. One however would not be sent through Muggle methods. Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen from his desk he began to write;

'Dear Albus Dumbledore….'

AN

Hi again everyone. I hope that chapter came together well and it wasn't boring or anything. We probably won't be seeing Jahrom again, but we all know Fudge comes to the school later in the year, so that'll be fun.

* Jon Jahrom is actually an anagram for the real British P.M back in 1994, John Major.

Side note; I visited Hiroshima earlier a few months ago, which partially inspired me to mention it in this chapter. It was pretty heavy, seeing some of the stuff in the museum was pretty horrific, but I won't go into detail here – not enough time. But that is why I think that if there were there a magic community in Hiroshima at that time, their defensive spells would have been no match for the A-bomb. (If you do find yourself in Japan, try to get there – its a very intense/interesting experience).

* Taikakusen Roji in Engish is Diagonal Alley. I wanted the Japanese equivalent and since 'diagon' is close to 'diagonal' I used the Japanese word for that. *

And one more interesting side note for you. I just worked out the riot at the Quidditch World Cup would have happened on the 23rd August 1994 – my 4th birthday :D . Harry spent the final two weeks of the break with the Weasleys. Term starts on September 1, so that means he went there on the 18th of August. The World Cup was on a Monday, meaning either the 23rd or 30th. Then there was about a week of them being at Ron's place before school started, meaning it was the 23rd (with the actual game happening on the 22nd). I remember that day – a had a fairy birthday party. It was fun, but I think I'd rather have been at the Quidditch World Cup ;P

Anyways, once again please review so that I know people are interested in reading this story. That'd be appreciated.

Also, feel free to try and guess which other nations will be going to Hogwarts. I'll announce who is correct in the next author notes.

See you all next time for Organising the Nations (assuming I don't decide on another name between now and then)

Next time: Arthur calls together a small, specially selected group of nations to help him with his task.

Update 1st November 2017

Just another edit – I always seem to find mistakes, no matter how many times I go through it before posting.

Anyways, maybe some of my old readers may have noticed this change, but the biggest change I made for this chapter was using Arthur's nation name. Rather than his human name from when he first walks into the meeting, I use his nation name. By doing this I'm hoping to make the his situation seem more formal/ professional. These are people England is dealing with for work, so it didn't quite feel right to use his human/ informal name being used throughout the chapter.

And yes, for those of you who are wondering – I am working on chapter 7.

Update 6th October 2022

And I'm back… 5 years later. As someone who now teaches children who are 5 years old. That's just blowing my mind a little.

So, in today's update I have rewritten certain bits. I like the wording better now. I am slowly going through the story, rewriting and making other improvements where needed.

I'm doing this at the same time as writing chapter 15. It's currently at about 4500 words. I'm nearly finished writing it, but as it's the first draft it has some heavy editing before it's ready to see the internet. I'll make sure it's out before the end of the year though.

Until then – Bye again.