So apparently I forgot to mention something. Hermione got sorted into Ravenclaw and Neville got sorted into Hufflepuff. Sorry for the confusion, I meant to add that. It's all fixed now. PLEASE R&R AND ENJOY.

Chapter 5

No one's POV

"There, look.

"Where?"

"Next to the girl with bushy hair and the boy with red hair."

"With the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

Harry sighed as he was forced to listen to the whispers of him being the Boy-Who-Lived. Adding on to that was the fact that the annoying Weasley would just not stop talking to him and was trying to force his way into his life. He didn't like the boy, he was too obnoxious. The twins weren't so bad, though. They were like his father, except not gay and less perverted to their significant other. (Harry wasn't afraid to admit that, yes, his father was pretty perverted towards his Papa) Hermione was walking with him and trying to ignore the redhead too.

Harry had quickly gotten used to how Hogwarts worked and was quick to learn who to piss off and who not to piss off. He learned of Mr Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris, and decided that he wanted that guy out of Hogwarts. He was too violent towards the students. Professor Binns, the old ghost who taught History of Magic, also needed to be sacked. He was way too boring. He'd talk to England and Scotland about that later. He also learned of how annoying Peeves was, so he threatened to have the ghost exorcised, which he actually had the ability to do because of England. Professor Flitwick was nice enough.

Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, the head of Gryffindor House, and the Transfiguration professor, was rather strict, but nice enough. She didn't favor one house over the other and just wanted her students to do well. In Professor McGonagall's class, Hermione was able to get the match to be silver and pointy and Harry had turned it into a match on about the tenth try after remembering what England had told him.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was, honestly, a joke due to Professor Quirrell's habit of stuttering. It smelled too much like garlic in the room and it was hard to concentrate on what the professor was saying. Still, that didn't change Harry's suspicion of something being off about Quirrell.

On Friday, Harry made it to the Great Hall and parted ways with Hermione as he sat next to Dean, Ron sitting across from him. Ron looked at the schedule and groaned.

"Aww man, potions with Slytherin," he groaned. Harry frowned.

"What's wrong with Slytherin?" He asked.

"Snape's their head of house and he hates us Gryffindors," Ron explained. "He always favors the Slytherins. Plus, not one Slytherin from that house has ever turned out good." Harry scoffed.

"Merlin," he said.

"What about him?" Ron asked.

"Merlin was a Slytherin," Harry told him, rolling his eyes. "And look how he turned out. Also, perhaps the reason Slytherins always turn evil is because people always hate them for being in Slytherin. I swear, if someone made friends with someone else before Hogwarts, only for one to become a Slytherin and the other to be a Gryffindor, the Gryffindor would instantly become prejudice and hate that friend." Ron frowned and was about to respond when owls started pouring in to give mail. Marelda came in with a letter, but before Harry could take it from her, a certain bald eagle arrived.

It was Freedom, America's eagle.

"Freedom!" Harry gasped as he swooped down. "What is it, boy?" He took a red envelope from the eagle and observed it. It suddenly started crackling.

"That's a Howler!" Ron gasped. "Open it before it explodes!" Harry quickly opened it and the letter floated up.

"DUDE HARRY MATTIE TOLD ME YOU'RE GOING TO IGGY'S CREEPY MAGIC SCHOOL WHAT THE HELL?" a certain American voice shouted.

"Git, it's not creepy, and technically it's Alistair's school!" England's voice came.

"Harry, dear, I'm really sorry, I tried to stop him but he found this is Arthur's drawer," Canada's quiet voice sounded throughout the hall.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" America cried.

"Kesesesese~, I was anticipating this Cub!" Prussia said. "Watching that American dummkopt spaz out is hilarious!"

"DUDE I AM COMING TO THIS MAGIC SCHOOL OF YOURS!" America shouted. "I'M YOUR UNCLE AND I HAVE TO MAKE SURE YOU AREN'T CORRUPTED AND TURNED INSANE LIKE IGGY!"

"GIT, I'M NOT INSANE AND MY NAME ISN'T IGGY! AND STOP MANGLING THE QUEEN'S LANGUAGE!"

"Shut up, all of you! Can't we just have a break in peace?!" Germany yelled. They must be at a meeting, Harry realized.

"For once, I agree with the potato bastard! Shut the fuck up Alfred!" Romano seemed to have shouted at the American.

"Lovi, you're growing up and finally agreeing with Ludwig!" A Spaniard cooed. There was a sound of someone being tackled to the ground.

"LET GO OF ME TOMATO BASTARD!"

"Harry, I'm sorry you have to suffer this crazy family," Canada said sympathetically.

"Crazy?! BIRDIE DON'T YOU MEAN AWESOME?"

"I mean crazy, Bear…."

"HARRY REMEMBER THAT I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU SOON BECAUSE I'M THE HERO! OH, AND FEED FREEDOM SOME HAMBURGERS! THERE SHOULD BE SOME IN A BOX!"

"Peter, I also wanted to say to set a good example for your cousin," England said calmly. Muffled shouts from America could be heard in the background. He must be restrained.

"IT'S MAMA TINO, PETER!" Finland exclaimed. "WE MISS YOU ALREADY AND PLEASE BE SAFE! ALSO, FIND A SPELL TO FIGURE OUT JUST WHY EMIL THINKS THAT HAVING A RELATIONSHIP WITH A FRIDGE IS PERFECTLY NORMAL." Peter paled when he heard that. Harry turned to him curiously.

"I thought Emil broke up with the fridge after learning that it was cheating on him with his microwave," he said. Peter just banged his head on the table multiple times, hoping that he would soon pass out. It didn't work. (A/N I do not own Iceland/Fridge. All rights go to the person who made the hilarious fanfic)

"Brother, you need serious help…" Norway said.

"I AM PERFECTLY NORMAL, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" Iceland yelled.

"EMIL YOU'RE STROKING THE FRIDGE POSSESSIVELY, WTF?" That was Denmark.

"Peter, I am also sorry for your weird family and Arthur is currently holding back Alfred, but he wants to let you know to control your magic." That was Canada again. "We'll see you both at Christmas."

"W-WELL ELIZABETA IS PANSEXUAL SO WHAT'S SO WRONG ABOUT A FRIDGE?"

"I AM NOT YOU MORON!"

"Kesesesese, are you sure Lizzy?" BANG! Harry winced. His vater really needed to stop provoking Aunt Lizzie.

"OKAY BASTARDS I AM TURNING THIS THING OFF, SO DOES ANYONE HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY? THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH EMIL'S FUCKING CREEPY FRIDGE ADDICTION OR ELIZA'S LOVE FOR HER PAN."

"PASTA~!"

"Harry will become one with Mother Russia, da?" After that was said, the letter proceeded to explode and Harry fed Freedom the burgers. Everyone in the Great Hall was staring at Harry and Peter.

"What?" Peter asked, looking up from the formal letter that was also written to him and Harry.

"Is this normal for you two?" Dean asked in disbelief. Peter and Harry shrugged.

"Pretty much," Harry said, taking a bite of his food. "Uncle Alfred yelling about being a hero, Uncle Arthur telling him to stop mangling the Queen's language, Father laughing at them, Papa apologizing for having an insane family, Uncle Lovi swearing at everyone, Uncle Ludwig telling everyone to shut up and 'WHY CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NORMAL, QUIET MEETING?', Uncle Feli yelling 'PASTA~!' and Uncle Ivan asking to become one with everyone. Am I missing anything?" He looked at Peter for confirmation.

"You forgot Uncle Emil and his fridge drama," he added. "Plus Elizabeta and her pan."

"Ah, that too," Harry said, nodding. They didn't explain anything else as everyone continued to stare at them, bewildered. Eventually, Neville at the Hufflepuff table decided to just go about eating and Hermione at the Ravenclaw table quickly followed his lead and soon enough, everyone else had started talking and things were back to normal during breakfast. Peter tapped Harry's shoulder and showed him the letter, making sure no one else could see it. Well, it wouldn't matter anyway due to it being written in German, French, and Finnish, but still, they couldn't be too careful.

To Harry,

This is your Papa. I just wanted to say, sorry about the Howler. If you haven't heard it yet, then you will soon.

Now that you've listened to the letter, let me tell you that Alfred is not kidding and will be trying to get to Hogwarts. I'll try to hold him off for as long as I can so you have fun at the school. I don't want to ruin your experience by having your crazy uncle interfere. I want you to live normally for once and have a quiet year without being forced to attend meetings that usually end in disaster.

Okay, Cub, I have no clue what Mattie is talking about! I will find great pleasure in Alfred coming and taking you out of that school so you wouldn't have to deal with that old fart, Dumbwhore! But you know, I can't refuse Birdie's awesomeness, so I'm afraid you're stuck there. I am so sorry, kid. I would much rather you attend Pigfarts on Mars, but apparently we don't "have the money" or something like that. Well, whatever, have fun and get into lots of trouble! Remember to prank everyone!

Harry, don't get detention.

Love,

Your Papa and YOUR AWESOME VATER!

To Peter,

Please try to find some way to fix Emil's fridge problem. It truly worries all of the Nordics, and even Lukas is trying to get him to like Li Xiao simply because he can't stand having his brother dating a fridge. Other than that, me and Ber miss you already and we hope you have fun this year! Make sure to set a good example for Harry and help him with what you can! We love you so so so so much!

Love,

Mama Tino and Papa Berwald

P.S. Did you know that Canada is actually Vinland? Lukas and Emil are ecstatic about hearing that their brother is still alive!

"Huh, Papa is apparently Vinland, eh?" Harry said thoughtfully. "Interesting. We should write back soon." Peter nodded and folded the paper up, putting it in his pocket. They ignored the curious redhead who wanted to know what was written in the letter.

Potions class soon came and Harry was eagerly sitting in a seat in the front row. It had been a while since he had seen his Uncle Slither and he also wanted to see Draco again. He pulled Draco into the seat next to him, ignoring the looks from other students and starting up a conversation with the blonde. Silence soon fell over the room when Snape entered. He paid no mind to Harry sitting with Draco.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word – like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Harry smiled. This was just like his uncle.

"Williams-Beilschmidt!" Snape barked, turning to said boy. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Harry knew this, because his Papa had made him read all his textbooks so that he would be ready. And Harry also knew that Snape wanted to make sure he wasn't lagging in his studies.

"The Draught of Living Death, sir," he answered.

"Where would you look to find a bezoar?"

"The stomach of a goat, but any good potions master would have at least one bottle of the stuff."

"What is the difference monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"Nothing. It is also known as aconite." Harry smiled as Snape's lips curled upward in a sort-of smirk/smile and Harry was awarded five points. Then Snape turned his gaze to the rest of the class.

"Well?" He snapped. "Why aren't you writing this down?" The students scrambled to get their notebooks and quills and wrote down what was just repeated. After, Snape set the students to work on a potion for curing bouls. He had them work in pairs and Ron had tried to get Harry to be his partner, but Harry was already paired with Draco. Nothing else really happened other than Ron losing ten points for creating a potion that did exactly the opposite of what the potion was supposed to do. Draco laughed at him before Harry scolded him saying it wasn't nice.

Later, Draco, Peter, and Harry met up with Hermione and Neville to eat by the lake for lunch. Draco and Hermione got into an argument that Neville kept nervously trying to stop, but Harry just watched on in amusement. Then something on the Daily Prophet that Neville had brought with him caught his eye.

"Hey, guys, stop fighting for a second," he said, picking up the newspaper. "Look at this." Draco, Hermione, and Neville looked over his shoulder and read the paper with him.

GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.

Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.

"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

"So?" Peter said.

"I went to Gringotts that day, on my birthday!" Harry explained. "Perhaps it happened while I was there!" He recalled seeing a big, burly man asking about a "you-know-what" in some vault. Perhaps that was when it was emptied. (A/N I forgot to mention that Harry went to Diagon Alley as his birthday present on his birthday)

"Harry, I don't really see why that matters," Hermione commented. "It might have happened, it might not have. It has nothing to do with us. We should be focusing on our studies, not this stuff." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said. "Let's go, lunch is ending soon and you two have classes while Dray and I have the afternoon off." He smirked cheekily and Neville grumbled.

"Don't remind me," he said. "I make a complete fool of myself in classes. At least Hermione can help. I don't like school."

"Neville, school is wonderful!" Hermione reprimanded him. "Plus, this is a school of magic! Who wouldn't be excited for school?"

"Granger, you're the only one who hasn't grown up around magic out of all of us," Draco reminded her. "Of course we wouldn't be too excited." Somehow, this started up another argument between the muggleborn and the pureblood about how it shouldn't matter because, according to Hermione, "School is amazing and everyone should like learning either way!" Harry, Peter, and Neville didn't feel like telling her that she was the only one who thought so.

Meanwhile…

Dumbledore hummed to himself as he sat in his office. Nothing unusual was really going on with his pawn, other than his choice in friends, his living arrangements, and his learning rate. Dumbledore didn't approve of the friends Harry had made.

Hermione Granger was alright, he supposed. She could make his little pawn think rationally when they were faced with the tests Dumbledore had set up. Still, she could also stop him from even thinking about being rash.

Neville Longbottom was a bit of a problem. The boy was alright as a sort of side friend, but he would certainly make Harry think twice on his actions due to the boys stuttering.

Peter Kirkland… well, quite honestly, he had no idea what to think of the boy. He was polite enough, if not a bit mischievous but not a real problem. Peter seemed to have too much magic though, if his last year at Hogwarts was anything to go by. Still, he recalled Harry calling Peter his 'cousin.'

Draco Malfoy was the real problem. His father was a Death Eater and who was to say that Draco himself wasn't? The boy would most certainly be a bad influence on his savior. He needed to find a way to separate the two.

Furthermore, Harry had completely rejected Ron Weasley's friendship. While Harry hadn't exactly done anything to reject him, it was quite obvious that he didn't want Ron's friendship. Dumbledore paid his mother to make him become his friend and needed the redhead to become Harry's friend in order to enforce the decisions to go on the little adventures.

The teachers also seemed to love Harry and his ability to learn, even Snape, which was surprising considering the potion professor's history with his father. Dumbledore had frowned when he heard all the praise. The Boy-Who-Lived was only supposed to have limited knowledge, not be one of the best in class. If the boy didn't have that limited knowledge, then he could very well try to overthrow Dumbledore, and that couldn't happen.

What worried Dumbledore the most was the fact that he had no clue where Harry was living. He had originally left the boy with the Dursleys so that Harry would think of Dumbledore as a grandfatherly figure and Hogwarts as his home so that he'd be able to manipulate him easier. Now he couldn't manipulate him as easily because Harry seemed to be living in a loving home. His name, as well… Williams-Beilschmidt… Where did he hear those names…?

So, yeah, Iceland and his fridge. XD And some mention of HongIce, if you don't know who Li Xiao is. Also, Hungary's pansexuality. Hope you enjoyed. So, only one person answered me, but seriously. SHOULD I HAVE HARRY END UP WITH DRACO IF I DO SO CHOOSE TO MAKE THIS A SERIES FOLLOWING THE HARRY POTTER TIMELINE?

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