Hiiii! Back again! I just remembered something from the first chapter! To all you people wondering, no, I do not have a clue as to what the hell a penguini is. I just needed to add that in! XD So this will be the train ride going in to the beginning of Hogwarts and ending right at the part of Harry's sorting. Enjoy! And I still need fan art because I will be writing this very quickly! Mostly because I have an actual plot to go off of instead of just trying to come up with something on the spot. And that is why most of my stories have yet to be updated.

Also, here's some PruCan for you in the beginning!

Chapter 3

Canada's POV

"Okay, you know that you have to run straight through the wall," I told Harry softly. "I hope you have a fun time at Hogwarts. Your dad and I will miss you and we'll see you at Hogwarts." Harry looked horrified for some reason and latched on to my leg.

"NOOOO!" He cried, causing people to look at us. "I don't want you to leave me! You have to come too!" Me and Bear (Gil) were just dropping Harry off at platform 9 ¾ but it seemed that Harry still had trouble coming to terms with the fact that we weren't able to come with him to Hogwarts. I wish we could, and so does Gil because he wants to make sure Dumbledore doesn't do anything to Harry, but it was against the rules. The only reason Arthur was allowed to visit me back in my Hogwarts days (Al didn't go because… he's Al. He believes in aliens but he doesn't believe in magic) was because he was a nation, and the nation of England at that.

"I'm sorry Cub, but we have to," I told him. "We'll see you during breaks." Harry still wouldn't budge and continued wailing, so I looked at Bear. "Gil, can you…?" Gil nodded and gently tugged Harry off of my leg and carried him through the wall. I walked in as well and watched as Gil scolded Harry, who still looked sad. After Harry agreed to leave without making a scene again, Gil walked back over to me and softly kissed me on the lips, wrapping an arm around my waist. We both watched as Harry went into the train after one last wave.

"I hope Harry spreads his awesomeness around," Bear said. I simply laughed and rested my head against his shoulder.

"Yeah, and I hope he finds good friends too," I told him softly. "It'd be a shame if he didn't." We stayed there until the train moved out of sight.

Harry's POV

I hate leaving Papa and daddy! It's not fair, it's not fair, IT'S NOT FAIR! I was pouting as I made my way through the train to find a compartment. I saw Hermione sitting in one and my eyes lit up as I made to sit next to her.

"Hey Hermione, you've just been graced with my AWESOME presence!" I said, grinning. I looked at the mousy boy sitting across from her. "Who's your friend?"

"I-I'm Neville Longbottom," the boy stuttered.

"Hi, I'm Harry!" I chirped. "Harry Williams-Beilschmidt, or The Awesome Prince, since my vater is The Awesome King!" Neville looked confused.

"I-I'm sorry?" He said. Hermione sighed.

"Just ignore him Neville," she said.

"You know, Neville," I said. "You remind me of my Papa. He used to be really shy and quiet and stuttered all the time, and then vater swept him off his feet! I wonder when vater will propose to Papa… He really needs to pick up the pace. Vater told me himself he wants to propose!" Neville looked a bit confused. Maybe that was why I wasn't shy around Neville. He reminded me of Papa. It feels more like home already! I always did love Papa.

"U-um, what does vater mean?" He asked.

"Father," I replied. "What? Does it bother you that my parents are both guys?" I frowned. Having grown up around nations who were all as straight as a circle (Draw a circle that's the earth!), I was pretty okay with gays. (I'm pretty sure even Hungary is bi, despite having been married to Austria and still loving him) I never liked it when some homophobes criticized my family, saying the fact that they liked the same gender was unnatural.

"O-oh not at all!" Neville stammered. "I-I've just never met anyone with g-gay parents." I smiled, satisfied with his answer. I looked out the door of the compartment and saw Sealand.

"Cousin Peter, cousin Peter!" I called to him. "It's me, The Awesome Prince!" Sealand, or Peter, looked at me and smiled. He made his way into the compartment and sat across from me.

"Hello Harry!" Sealand chirped. "It's finally your first year here! I hope you end up in Gryffindor! I'm in Gryffindor, but the Sorting Hat also wanted to put me in Slytherin because of my family! We all have the same ambition after all, but I guess my time with Mama and Papa paid off! I like Slytherin and all, but there are lots of jerks in there! Though some people in Gryffindor are jerks too!" I laughed at Peter's excitement.

"I don't really care which house I'm in!" I said. "I admire the Ravenclaw's intelligence, the Hufflepuff's loyalty, the Slytherin's cunning, and the Gryffindor's bravery! I think Papa was unable to be sorted because he had all the traits of the houses right? And Vater was a Slytherin!" Peter nodded.

"Yeah, Jerk-Arthur told me about that!" He told me.

"Hey Harry, who is this?" Hermione asked.

"This is my cousin, Peter Kirkland!" I introduced. "Peter, this is Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom."

"Hello!" Peter greeted.

"Oh no, where's Trevor?" Neville suddenly said, looking around. I stared at him blankly.

"Who?" I asked.

"My toad, he's gone!" Neville cried.

"Don't worry, Neville, we'll help you find it," Hermione soothed. "Let's look around. Peter, how about you go with Neville and I'll go with Harry?" Peter nodded.

"Okay!" He said and led Neville out of the compartment while Hermione and I went another direction. We didn't manage to find his toad, but I think Neville eventually found him. I never did see Draco, now that I think about it…..

I had ended up in a boat with Hermione, Neville, and some redheaded kid who just. Wouldn't. shut. Up. About. Harry. Fucking. Potter. I really hate that name, because Vater told me that that was my original name and I was prophesied to defeat Moldyshorts just because I survived some killing curse. I think that just meant I was destined to be me, New Prussia. I am most definitely not going to save these wizards from some guy that hasn't even seen real blood being shed. They're idea of war is pretty clean compared to mine, and it sounds like they're just using me as an excuse to do their work for them. It's annoying. I've heard of war from Papa, and while the Wizarding War does sound a bit terrifying, I think it would be even more horrifying to see blood being shed during the war than just saying a few words in Latin. The Wizarding War is pretty horrifying, but I think real world people have them beat in the horror, but that's just my opinion. (I really need to find a way to call normal people 'non-magical' without using the term 'muggle'...)

When we were lead into Hogwarts castle Minerva McGonagall before being told to wait, I spotted Draco's platinum blonde hair and ran up to him.

"Hi Drake!" I exclaimed. Hermione and Neville stood behind me.

"Oh hey Harry," Draco greeted. "Who are your friends?"

"Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom," I told him, pointing to them when I said their names. Draco looked slightly disgusted.

"A mudblood and a blood traitor?" He said. I frowned and hit him lightly on the head.

"Don't call them that!" I said. "They are my friends and you will just have to get used to them!" At that moment, a bunch of ghosts flew in, talking about someone named Peeves. Suddenly, one of them gasped and flew over to me.

"You are Harry Wiliams-Beilschmidt, correct?" The ghost asked. I nodded. I wasn't that shocked by the ghosts' presence, considering I have The Sight and have seen lots of strange things in my time, but I didn't understand how the ghost knew me.

"My word, you look like your parents!" A girl ghost gasped, flying over as well.

"We've heard so much about you from Arthur, and Matthew was always so kind to us," the other ghost told me. "I am called the Fat Friar. This is the Grey Lady. I hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" He then joined the other ghosts just as they were shooed away.

"Who's Arthur and Matthew?" Hermione asked.

"Arthur is my… err… uncle, I guess?" I said, slightly confused as to how I was supposed to address him. I mean, he's technically my Grandpa, but it'd be weird if he showed up all of a sudden after I told everyone he's my Grandpa. "And Matthew is my Papa." Hermione nodded.

"Okay," she said, though I could tell that she noticed my hesitation. Luckily, she said nothing about it. Pretty soon we were led inside and I heard Hermione say something about the enchanted ceiling. I was pretty in awe, but the hat was interesting when it opened its mouth and began to sing.

"Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong inHufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patientHufflepuffss are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise oldRavenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps inSlytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

That hat looked like it had a soul bound to it, but then again, that could just be my love for Fullmetal Alchemist talking. People clapped and then Minerva McGonagall read named off of a piece of parchment. Eventually I heard my name, or my past name.

"Potter, Harry!"

"THE NAME'S HARRY WILLIAMS-BEILSCHMIDT!" I yelled. "I WILL NOT BE TREATED OTHERWISE!" I saw Dumbledore frown slightly and I smirked as I walked over and sat on the stool.

"Oh ho ho, so you are the famous Harry Po-, no Harry Williams-Beilschmidt," the hat whispered in my head. "Or should I say, New Prussia? Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Now, where to put you?"

"I don't care," I thought.

"You are very much like Canada," the hat told me. "He was also an enigma. Hard to sort, that one. Loved new knowledge, was very cunning – cunning enough to blackmail England - very brave in his own way, and still loyal in the end, so he was free to go anywhere. You are very smart indeed, but I do not believe that Ravenclaw is for you. They crave for new knowledge, but you already know so much from your parents and the people around you. You are very loyal and hardworking, so perhaps Hufflepuff. No, you would be a bit too much for them to handle. That leaves Slytherin and Gryffindor. You have the same ambition as Prussia, but you also gained lots of bravery from the nations around you."

"Just put me somewhere you old hat."

"Now, now, we mustn't be hasty. Hmm… I've made my decision. You shall be in-" The hat opened its seam to yell out where I would be placed.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Okay, so I thought I should tell you guys something. Sometimes when I post a story, I write the first few chapters for it very quickly before I lose interest and just stop for a while. Now, don't get me wrong, I love writing this and the only reason this wasn't posted sooner is because I don't have the first book with me so some things might be a tad bit inaccurate. I still don't have the first book with me so yeah it might take a bit longer for me to post the chapters.

When I first started writing this, I made Harry be a bit too childish, so I'm trying to tone it down a bit. Also, I made World Wars sound worst than the Wizarding War, but I knew that was terrible as well so I changed it. I still made Harry not like the wizards and say that they haven't seen real blood being shed on the battlefield.

Because I have made Snape actually like Harry, he will not question him on the potions. Actually, he will, but only to make sure he has studied potions. He won't care that he's in Gryffindor, so yeah. Nice!Snape, gold-digger!Ron, and manipulative!Dumbledore.

I also have this little headcannon that Canada doesn't fit into any house. Don't hate me for it.

LITTLE NOTE THAT YOU DON'T NEED TO READ BUT MY COUSIN WOULD APPRECIATE IT: Okay, so my cousin needs advise, and what better way than to ask random strangers that don't even know her? She's been hounding on me about this for weeks. Okay so, my cousin loves romance and can spot a relationship in the making, but when it comes to herself, she's a bit confused. My cousin (let's call her Dawn) knows these two guys. One of the guys once made his friend move so she could get to her locker while he didn't let another girl go to her locker. And then he kept trying to make conversation with her whenever he noticed her walking the same way as him. Problem is, he has a girlfriend (she thinks. She remembers him giving a girl she knew a present). The other guy just keeps sending her Facebook requests even though she's never even on Facebook. And that guy is her friend's ex and she doesn't really like him. So now she's all confused about whether or not they like her. (She blames a video on youtube for her fears that talked about relationships)

REMEMBER TO DRAW HARRY WILLIAMS-BEILSCHMIDT FOR THE CONTEST.