Chapter 2: Blood

Harry sat outside in the garden of the estate. It was a nice day, and Harry just finished enjoying some time with one of the unicorns that visited quite often. England had dubbed the unicorn "Uni". Harry still had not gotten a letter from Ron or Hermione, and he was feeling frustrated. Why weren't they contacting him? He sighed and looked up at the sky. It really was nice in the countryside.

But in the blink of an eye, the sky darkened, and everything was cold. Harry sat up and pulled out his wand. This was bad, somehow, it felt as if a dementor was nearby. Harry looked around and spotted it. The black cloak gave it's position away in the bright garden. England wasn't around and Harry had spotted the second dementor cornering him. He had to do it. England wasn't going to reach him in time.

Think about something happy. Happy… "Expecto Patronum!" A silver stag burst out of his wand, and towards the dementors, successfully warding them off.

"Harry!" England had come sprinting to him. "I'm really sorry about that. I'll get it sorted out right away. Head back inside and lock the doors. I'll be back in a few." With that, England disappeared with a crack.

Fudge had been informed of the underage magic that had been performed by young Harry Potter. He had gotten to work as soon as he heard of this. However, what he didn't expect, was the nation of England to pop into his office several moments after he started to get to work.

"E-England! It's such a pleasure to see you again! What are you doing here?" Fudge asked nervously.

"I've come to talk to you about the underage magic performed by Mr Potter on my property," England replied, sitting down at the seat Fudge had provided.

"On your property?" Fudge raised an eyebrow. "Why was I not made aware that Potter was staying at your property?"

England shrugged, he honestly didn't know. "Ask the Care of Magical Children Department. They should have gotten a report that Harry Potter was in my custody now in terms of muggle situations."

"Why was he placed with you?" Fudge asked England guessed that Fude felt suspicious. What he was about to say was half true, as England had his privacy as well.

"Harry's uncle had been arrested for charges of child abuse. On the twentieth of July, Harry went into muggle court against his uncle. His uncle was found guilty, and I had to take custody of Harry by coincidence."

"Child abuse…?" Fudge's eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

"Yes, Minister Fudge, child abuse. But anyways, as I was saying, Harry, did the Patronus charm because he was threatened by two dementors, you won't need to expel the boy, or make the court case, if this turns into a court case, a big deal."

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The Order of Phoenix sat around the Black dinner table. Every member looked grave. Harry Potter had disappeared without a trace. Gone from the Dursleys after Vernon Dursley had been arrested on abuse charges. "Mundungus, any sign of Harry?" Sirius asked anxiously. It was nearing Harry's fifteenth birthday, and everyone was anxious to have him back in time.

"Went to his aunt. She said some young bloke with blond hair, thick eyebrows, green eyes had come and taken everything Harry owned. Said the young bloke was his new guardian," Mundungus replied. "Said Harry was removed from her care by some kind of muggle law enforcers —police — she said."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed at the description of the young man. "Did she ever say anything about his name?"

Mundungus paused, a look of deep thinking crossed his face. "Arthur… Kipling, or something like that, I think…"

"I see...meeting dismissed," Dumbledore said before he left with a crack. Dumbledore reappeared within his office. With Voldemort back, anyone could be a Death Eater, and Dumbledore had suspicions about Arthur Kirkland already.

Harry had received a letter from Ron a few days before his birthday. Harry opened it as soon as possible and quickly read it after opening.

Dear Harry,

I'm not sure if you will receive this letter, as I heard that you were missing, but I hope to try anyway. If you do receive this letter, I do hope you'll tell us where you're at so we can come to get you for your birthday. I can't say much, but I think you might like it here better than wherever you're at. Hermione's here too, and she says hi.

-Ron

Harry smiled it wouldn't hurt to see the Weasleys and Hermione for his birthday. Though he would probably have to tell England before he did anything, it would be worrisome if he had suddenly disappeared. He knocked on the door of England's office before he entered. "Yes, Harry?" England asked, looking up from the pile of paperwork he was drowning in.

"I got a letter from Ron, and I was wondering if they could pick me up for my birth —"

"Of course, Harry, I set aside your birthday as a free day anyway, so go ahead and write back, tell them I'll come as well. I haven't been out in a while." Harry nodded and exited. He practically ran back to his room to start writing the letter. He had tried to send a letter before, but Hedwig never returned. Now, Hedwig was here, and Harry was glad she was back. He tossed her a treat before writing back to Ron.

That's how he and England ended up in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. "Hello, Harry! Oh, and hello to you too, Professor Kirkland." Hermione greeted as they came in. A mixed jumbo of greetings could be heard from the Weasley children, though Fred's or George's greeting had been the loudest.

There came a crash in the hallway, of which, yelling had followed afterwards. Lupin and Mrs Weasley tried to pull the curtains of the painting to close. "Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers —" England who had seen what was happening, tried to help. However, with one look at him, the old woman on the portrait paused. "You!" England stiffened up. The old woman's eyes widened. "Such pure-blood! The purest of all purebloods! Do yourself some good and leave these people of scum —" With that, the curtains were shut.

With all that commotion, even Sirius came out. Harry, who had covered his ears due to the loud screams of the old woman, uncovered them. "You, sir, are the first one to be praised by the devil that is my mother. Congratulations." Harry's eyes widened, that woman was Sirius' mother? He felt bad that Sirius had to grow up with a mother like that. "Anyways, I have a question. What'd she mean by 'The purest of all purebloods'?" Sirius asked seriously. (Get it? Okay, I'll stop)

"I'm not exactly, sure, but due to the number of my vault, and the family vault, I'm sure we can all come to the same conclusion," England said, Harry, who knew his secret took a deep breath. It must be hard to have almost all your personal information to be a lie to most people. Now everyone in the room looked at England curiously, well, minus Harry.

"So—" Gred started.

"What is the number —"

"Of your vault?"

"Fred! George! That is extremely rude! Never go around asking someone that!" Mrs Weasly scolded.

England smiled meekly, "Well, if you really wanted to know, I mean, there is no way anyone can break in anyways," England paused before continuing. "It's Vault One." With that, Mrs Weasley dropped to the floor.

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"It's nice to be working with you again, Jamtland." The old micronation's eyes met the red eyes of Voldemort.

"Is our deal still on?" Jamtland asked seriously. "I've already captured America as we planned thirteen, almost fourteen, years ago. I did so as soon as I caught a whiff that you were going to come back."

"The deal is still on. I have also been working on my side of the plan. You will find that what you needed to deal with him are prepared." Voldemort handed the micronation a bag. Jamtland opened the bag and scanned the contents before she closed it.

"How do you wish of me to dispose of America after I'm done with him?"

"Bring him here. I'd like to see his body burn." Jamtland flinched. Burning was not a pleasant experience, and it will never be. "Then you can just lock him up where ever you locked him up in until we have a need for him."

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I just wanted to address some things, since I've noticed this in some of the reviews, but the reason why my works are speedy and kind of scrambled is that I know from experience that I lose interest in works very quickly, or I get writers' block. So I try to finish my works in the span of time I have before anything happens. Also, I've planned out the plotline very well, and I intend to keep you, dear readers, in the dark for a while. Which means, yes, there will be more confusing things that will happen. Also, Jamtland is a real micronation, and I know I suck at creating her character, please just hang in there. Until next time~

-Mintyleaf727