Okay, I apologize profusely for the long time it took to update, BUT IT IS NOT MY FAULT. I had to return the book to the library and I get distracted, though that part is my fault. But now I have the book and I will, hopefully, be able to update more. As I was finally finishing this, I remembered how much I enjoyed writing this so I will be writing more. To anyone reading How Many Times Do You Have To Break Us, I currently do not have the fifth book so I can't write it. I have the beginning worked out, but I don't have time to type it into my computer due to laziness and it will take me a while to find the paper I wrote it on considering it's inside my really messy desk.

In reference to the Howler last chapter, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I am unable to be completely serious in a fanfic unless it's angst, and this isn't angst, so yeah. I hope you liked Iceland/Fridge/Microwave. I thought it would have been funny.

Be warned that a lot of this chapter is taken from the book because I needed the events to stay as they were in the book in order to progress the storyline. Also, I tried to come up with something for the flying class since Draco and Neville are starting a tentative friendship, so I apologize if this chapter isn't that good.

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

You know, I don't really think of myself as a very hateful person, but seriously, Ron Weasley and Albus Dumbledore were easily making their way onto my hate list. Let me explain.

Ron Weasley would just not leave me alone! It's really annoying. AND HE KEEPS CALLING ME POTTER! Ugh. Not to mention he keeps trying to make Neville and Hermione leave me alone, stating that 'they weren't worthy of my presence' or something like that. Oh, and he seems convinced that Draco's corrupting me. Ha, I was already corrupted by Aunt Lizzy a looooong time ago.

And then Dumbledore keeps trying to make me into a perfect little weapon. Honestly, I am an independent person (not a nation, considering I would never ever leave mom and dad) and I am NOT HARRY POTTER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! He tried to question my whereabouts and I said absolutely nothing. Pfft, and he tried to use Legilimency. That obviously didn't work.

And then there was flying lessons for us first years. I was excited because Vater had taken me flying before and had told me that I was a natural. Of course, these flying lessons made everyone begin telling stories about their experiences with flying.

Draco complained about first years never making the Quidditch teams (which I secretly agreed with) and told stories that ended with him escaping the mundane (I FINALLY FOUND A WORD) in a helicopter. Of course, he was obviously lying, so I hit him on the head again and told him to stop lying. Seamus told stories about zooming across the countryside on a broomstick. Weasley was telling everyone about the time he almost hit a hang glider on his brother's old broom, not that anyone really cared. I occasionally gave my own stories about my experiences on a broom. This one time I almost took off my Vater's head. I honestly didn't mean to (I was aiming for his stomach), but I got grounded for that, but it only lasted a week. I am really lucky that Papa is Canadian and Vater loves kids too much, or else that punishment would have lasted way longer.

Weasley had an argument with Dean about football (Yes, football. Uncle Al hated that I picked up the European term for it, but hey, I'm Canadian-Prussian, what other way could I call it?). Weasley didn't see what was so great about a sport where you couldn't fly. I socked him in the face for that, considering I love football and it sure has a lot more exercise than Quidditch does. I saw Weasley trying to make the players on a West Ham football team move. I had to facepalm at that. Seriously, what a moron.

Neville kept freaking out over flying on a broom, considering he'd never been on one before due to his grandmother never letting him near one. I know that she had good reason, but Neville's getting better.

Hermione was nervous about flying too because she couldn't learn about it from a book. While we were sitting at the Slytherin table today (Yes, we alternated between tables so we could sit together), Hermione went off about flying tips she had gotten from Quidditch Through the Ages. Neville was listening intently so that he could gain anything that could help him out. Everybody else was bored to death, until the mail came.

I got a letter from Papa and Vater, and some other people from my family. All in all, I got about ten letters. Neville gaped at all the letters I had gotten. The one from Papa and Vater said that they were holding off Uncle Al for as long as they could. They even called the US President to make sure that Uncle Al didn't use his private jet or any of the emergency military planes. That would be a sign of war. They also banned him from international travel. The other letters just said what was going on in the world and stuff, since I couldn't learn about the news while in Hogwarts.

"Hey, I got a Remembrall from Gran!" Neville exclaimed suddenly. I looked at him and smiled.

"That's cool, Neville!" I said. "But… it seems that you forgot something…" He looked at the Remembrall and seemed to panic.

"Oh no, what have I forgotten?" He fretted. I just laughed quietly and continued eating.

At 3:30, it was time for flying lessons. Unfortunately, I couldn't have the class with Hermione and Neville, but at least I got to hang out with Draco. By the time I got to the field, Draco and the other Slytherins were already there. There were also about twenty broomsticks. I vaguely remembered Fred and George Weasley complaining about how awful the school broomsticks were, and considering this was a school, I didn't doubt it for a second.

Our teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived shortly after we had arrived. She had short grey hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well?" She said impatiently. "What are you all waiting for? Stand by a broom." Everyone did so and I quickly took a place next to Draco. There were some annoyed mutterings, but since we had been in school for a while, no one was really surprised that I spent time with a 'slimy Slytherin.' The only one who had a major problem with it was the younger Weasley, but no one really liked him all too much.

"Stick your right hand over the broom," Madam Hooch began, "and say 'Up!'"

"UP!" Everyone chorused. My broom automatically went into my hand, as did a few others like Draco. It took a few tries for other people, so I had to wait before we got further instructions.

After everyone had their brooms in hand, Madam Hooch showed us how to mount our brooms correctly without sliding off, before she walked up and down the rows to help other students. I already knew how to mount a broom, thanks to Uncle Iggy, but Draco had done it wrong for years. I didn't spare him any sympathy and just chuckled quietly to myself.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle – three – two –"

A first year must have been really jumpy and nervous, because he pushed hard off the ground before Madam Hooch could finish. The broom jerked around the first year kept rising higher and higher until he lost his balance and fell. Madam Hooch instantly made her way to the boy and looked over him. He apparently only had a broken wrist and she took him to the Hospital Wing after telling everyone to NOT fly until she got back.

"Hey, looks like the Gryffindork dropped something," a Slytherin boy who I couldn't be bothered to know the name of said, picking up something shiny from the ground. "He wears jewelry? What a girl!" He and some other Slytherins laughed. It was a chain necklace, and it made my hands fly up to my own necklace hidden by my shirt in order to make sure it was still there. Usually when a boy wore a necklace, it meant that it was something important. Sometimes it was just for fun too, but…

"Give it here," I demanded, marching up to face the boy, who sneered.

"And what will you do about it?" He asked. I gave him the coldest glare I could muster.

"Give. It. Here," I repeated, gritting my teeth. The boy seemed to think about it before giving a cold smirk and mounting his broom.

"Come and get it, Potter!" The boy said, laughing as he took off.

"Goddammit, IT'S WILLIAMS-BEILSCHMIDT YOU BASTARD!" I shouted after him as I got on my broom and took off after him. I didn't have time to relish in how good it felt to be flying as I had to focus on getting the necklace. Just as I was about to grab the necklace from the boy's hands, he threw it past me and I had to whirl around to grab it. Leaning forward and pointing the handle down ever-so-slightly, I went after the small necklace. I let go of my broom a couple feet off the ground once the necklace was right in front of me and jumped off, grabbing the necklace and rolling onto the grass safely. I grinned triumphantly, but my heart immediately sank when I heard someone shout my name in anger.

"HARRY WILLIAMS-BEILSCHMIDT!"

I stood up and hesitantly turned to face Professor McGonagall. I was scared about what she would do. I didn't want to disappoint my parents.

"Never – in all my time at Hogwarts –"

Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously. "- how dare you – might have broken your neck – " The other Gryffindors (and Draco) tried protesting, but Professor McGonagall heard none of it as she seized my arm and dragged me away from them.

I was scared. I didn't want to be expelled. I wouldn't be able to bear the disappointed looks on Papa and Vater's faces. And what would I do about all my friends? I lived where my micronation was, so I couldn't possibly see them or send them an owl. It would take too long.

Professor McGonagall led me up some marble staircases without a word. She wrenched open doors and marched along corridors until she stopped in front of a classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, but could I have a word with Wood for a moment?" She asked. I tilted my head and furrowed my eyebrows. Who's wood? I wondered silently. Turns out Wood was a burly fifth year boy. Professor McGonagall led us to an empty classroom and shooed out Peeves before turning to face us.

"Williams-Beilschmidt, this is Oliver Wood. Wood – I've found you a Seeker." At the Professor's words, Wood's expression suddenly changed from confusion to complete and utter delight.

"Are you serious, Professor?" He asked excitedly.

"Absolutely," Professor McGonagall replied. "He's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Williams-Beilschmidt?" I shook my head, confused as to why she asked that question.

"I have ridden a broomstick before, Professor," I answered. "Daddy sometimes took me out to ride in the backyard with a charm on the yard so no mundanes could see." It wasn't often I called Vater "daddy," but I didn't want to confuse the Professor and Wood.

Professor McGonagall simply nodded (I guess she remembers that I was taken to Papa's house as a baby, but then again, she's the one who asked that I be taken into his care) as she explained what I did with the broom to Wood, who looked as if his dreams had come true. He asked me if I had ever seen a Quidditch match, which I have (Uncle Iggy took me to one, of course, while Papa and Vater were out for a couple days). Wood walked around me, observing my build, and approving, saying that I had just the right build. He suggested two brooms that would be good for me (I don't think the names are important since I'll tell you later) and Professor McGonagall said she would speak to Dumbles about letting me be a part of the Quidditch Team. She also said something about me training hard and something about my dad being proud…

Well, of course my dad would be proud. Both of them would. She was probably talking about my biological dad though, so I had just nodded and said nothing.

"Are you serious?" Neville asked at dinner (in which we were eating at the Gryffindor table) when I told him the news. "You're a Seeker? First years never make the time! You must be the youngest House player in-"

"-a century, I know," I interrupted dully. "Wood told me, but I already knew that because of my Uncle." I took a bite of my pie. "I start training in a week. Don't tell a soul, 'cause Wood wants to keep it a secret."

"Well done Harry," a voice suddenly spoke from behind me. I turned around to see Fred and George Weasley. George had been the one to speak (Yeah, I can tell the difference between them). "We're on the team too, as Beaters."

"We are definitely going to win the Quidditch Cup this year!" Fred exclaimed. "Ever since Charlie left, we haven't won once! But this year's team is brilliant. You must be a good player, Harry, because Wood was practically skipping when we were told."

"Well, we've got to go," George said. "Lee Jordan says he's found a new passageway out of the school."

"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy. See you." Fred and George walked away just as that one Slytherin from the last class had walked over to us.

"This your last meal, Potter?" He sneered. "When are you getting back on the train to the muggles?" I grit my teeth in an effort not to punch this guy's teeth out.

"First of all, I happen to be staying right here in this castle, unfortunately," I replied, whispering that last word so no one could hear it. "And second of all, my parents do happen to have magical blood. Both are purebloods. And also, it's Williams-Fucking-Beilschmidt. Get it right."

"Language, Harry," Hermione scolded lightly. I just waved her off. I blame my Vater for my swearing.

"And anyway, it looks like you can't function on your own," I continued to the Slytherin whose name I still can't remember. But he really did have two boys flanking him (Crabbe and Goyle, was it? Those two just leech off of whatever pureblood Slytherin would give them the time of day. They would have done that with Draco had I not intervened). Okay, seriously, why is it that I can remember those two's names, but I cannot – for the life of me – remember that Slytherin's name? Oh whatever.

"I can take you anytime on my own," the Slytherin said. "Tonight. A wizard's duel. Wands only – no contact. Is something the matter? You've never heard of a wizard's duel, I suppose." I scoffed and was about to answer – seriously, my grandfather is the Arthur Kirkland, who would never let me go to Hogwarts without knowledge of the Wizarding World – but then Weasley, who I guess had been listening to the conversation, butt in.

"Of course he has!" He exclaimed. "I'm his second. What about you?" The Slytherin looked at Crabbe and Goyle.

"Crabbe," he determined. "Midnight in the trophy room. It's always unlocked." With that, the boy turned and left.

I wheeled around to look at Weasley, furious. "You idiot! Don't just butt into conversations like that! I would never pick you as my second! Obviously, mine would have been Draco or Hermione, because Peter has more experience and that would be unfair! No offense Neville, but I still need to figure out why you aren't doing so well with magic and I don't want to send you to your doom just yet. I know you have potential, I just need to figure out what's wrong." Neville smiled at me, showing that he wasn't offended at all and that he understood. Hermione nodded proudly.

"Well said, Harry," she praised.

"But now you'll have to go or else he'll think you're a coward," Peter said sadly. I groaned.

"I guess you're right," I sighed.

"Hey, at least you'll be able to knock that guy off his high horse!" Draco said in an attempt to cheer me up. I gave him a small smile and nodded.

"True."

For the rest of the night, Weasley had been trying to tell me what I should do, but I kept telling him that I knew what to do and to stop talking to me.

"We should get going now," Weasley muttered to me. "It's half-past eleven." I rolled my eyes and got out of bed. We prepared ourselves for what we needed and then made our way to the common room. A few embers were still glowing.

"Honestly, Harry, did you really think we would let you two go by yourselves?" A voice spoke up from the chair nearest to us in the common room. The lamp flickered on and Hermione and Peter were sitting in a few chairs.

"Go back to bed!" Weasley snapped. "What's Granger even doing here? She's a Ravenclaw!" Peter and Hermione ignored him and looked at me.

"There's no stopping you two, is there?" I sighed. "Peter's stubborn, and I know Hermione is too."

"I usually wouldn't do this, Harry, but I have a bad feeling…" Peter told me. Usually when Peter had a bad feeling, it was best to listen to him and let him do what he wanted, especially when it came to magic.

"Come on, then, but don't let yourselves be seen," I instructed. "I don't want him to think I'm cheating." They smiled at me and followed us (Weasley looked furious, but I didn't care what he thought).

We made our way to the trophy room, but by the time we got there, the two weren't there. Something wasn't right about this.

"Maybe he chickened out," Weasley whispered with a small chuckle.

"No, he's too prideful," I said, shaking my head. Then I heard a noise.

"Harry!" A voice whispered just loud enough so I heard. I whipped around and pointed my wand at the person, but it turned out to be Draco.

"Draco?" I exclaimed quietly. "What are you doing here?"

"Harry, this is a trap!" Draco told me quickly. "He wanted you to get caught by Filch! He told him that you were coming here! They're-"

"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in the corner." I knew that voice… That was Filch talking to Mrs. Norris.

"They're in hear somewhere," I heard him mutter. "They're probably hiding."

"This way!" I mouthed to everyone. We quickly began to creep down a long gallery of suits of armor. Weasley, in his haste, tripped and toppled right into a suit of armor, which then made more suits of armor fall down. The crashes could have woken up the entire castle.

"RUN!" I yelled, and we sprinted down the gallery. We didn't even care to see if Filch was following us because that would just slow us down. We swung around the doorpost and galloped down on corridor then another, with me in the lead, without any idea where we were or where we were going. We ripped through the tapestry and found ourselves in a hidden passageway, hurtled along it and came out near our Charms classroom, which we knew was miles from the trophy room.

"I think we lost him," I panted lightly, leaning against the wall.

"I knew something was gonna happen," Peter declared. I nodded, not bothering to disagree since he usually was right.

Okay, since you guys are probably curious as to why I trust his bad feeling, I'll explain. You see, since Britannia had a large magical core, when she fell, she gave the power to her sons and daughter, otherwise known as England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland (the male twin), and Ireland (the female twin). England got most of the magic, and was therefore the most powerful. Since Sealand is technically England's "son" in a way (despite Sealand seeing Finland and Sweden as his parents), he got magic as well. For years, the magic lied dormant, but something happened (I don't know what) and his magic was revealed. It turns out that, since England is his "father", he was very powerful in magic as well. The magic had given him enhanced senses, sort of like Tsuna from Katekyo Hitman Reborn's Hyper Intuition. So yeah, that's why I trusted him so much.

Also, in normal circumstances, Sealand would have gone to a different and better Wizard school (Hogwarts actually isn't the number one school in the world, more like 196), but England wanted him to "get in touch with his roots" or something like that. Or England's just a blind fool.

And that's about it for this History lesson.

"We should get back to the Gryffindor Tower as quickly as possible," Weasley said.

"Well no freaking duh," I said sarcastically. "Couldn't you have warned us about the trap sooner?" I turned my attention to Draco, who shook his head.

"By the time I heard it, we were ushered into bed and I couldn't go downstairs until everyone was asleep," he explained. "By the way, where's Neville?"

"We didn't want to involve the poor boy," I told him.

"Yeah, he'd be too scared and we wouldn't want to traumatize him, so we told him not to worry about us and just stay in his own House," Peter agreed. "Anyway, we should be going." I nodded and we started walking before the doorknob rattled and something shot out into the classroom and in front of us.

It was Peeves. He gave a squeal of delight when he saw us.

"Peeves, shut up or you'll get us thrown out," I snapped. He just cackled in reply.

"Wandering around at midnight? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty."

"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves."

"I should tell Filch, yes I should," Peeves sang. "It would be for your own good."

"Out of the way," Weasley said, taking a swipe at the (insanely annoying) poltergeist. Peter and I facepalmed at his stupidity.

"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellowed. "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!" At those words, we instantly bolted to the end of the corridor where we ended up slamming into a locked door.

"We're done for!" Weasley moaned, trying to push at the door. "This is the end!" In the distance, we could hear Filch running towards Peeves's shouts.

"You are such an idiot!" Peter sighed, pushing Weasley away from the door. He took his wand, tapped the lock on the door, and whispered, "Alohomora!" We heard the lock click and the door opened. We instantly ran inside and shut it silently but quickly. I pressed my ear against it, shushing the others as I tried to listen for Filch and Peeves.

"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me."

"Say 'please.'"

"Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?"

"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice.

"All right – please."

"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't sat please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!" We heard Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursed.

"Okay, we're safe," I whispered. "He doesn't know that this door is unlock – what do you want, Weasley?" Weasley had been tugging on my robe for a while and I turned. I gaped in shock, along with Hermione and Draco.

As it turns out, we weren't in a room. We were in a corridor – the forbidden corridor on the third floor. And suddenly the reason why it was forbidden made sense, because we were looking right into the eyes of a dog that filled the whole space between the ceiling and the floor. Oh, and it had three heads. From what I learned in my studies, it was Cerberus, but I couldn't be too sure.

It was standing still, it's six eyes staring at us simply because it was surprised, but it quickly got over it as all three heads began to growl.

"Gwydion!" Peter exclaimed, effectively snapping us out of our stupor. I instantly opened the door and hightailed it out of there, grabbing Peter's hand and bringing him with us. I slammed the door shut and then Draco and Hermione separated from us in order to go to their own houses. Meanwhile, the rest of us kept running until we reached the Fat Lady's portrait on the seventh floor.

"Where have you all been?" She asked, noticing our loose robes and flushed faces (more on Weasley's face, because Peter and I exercise regularly).

"Never mind that – pig snout!" Weasley panted. The portrait swung forward and we scrambled into the common room. Weasley collapsed into the armchairs, trembling, while Peter and I took the time to slowly walk over to the armchairs and sit down.

It took a while, but finally Weasley said something. "What are they doing, keeping a thing like that in this school?"

"Did you not see where it was standing?" Peter snapped.

"The floor?" I suggested. "Why would I be looking at where it was standing? I'm too busy looking at the three giant heads that looked about ready to eat us."

"It was standing on a trapdoor. Obviously it's guarding something."

"Well, that's good and all, but I'm going to bed," Weasley declared, standing up. "I don't care what that dog is doing, I want to go to bed. This is too much for me." He quickly left to go back to our room.

"I hope he's happy," I muttered. "He almost got us expelled, and I wouldn't be able to stand the disappointed looks on Papa and Vater's faces if I got expelled." Then I realized something and I looked at Peter. "Hey Sea, why did you call that dog Gwydion?"

"That dog is part of Greece's mythology, but since he's too lazy to care for his magical world, Jerk-England took care of him until Greece took him back, declaring that Gwydion would no longer be a burden and he would be gone from our lives," Peter explained. "This was before I got sent to Mama and Papa, and I liked to play with Gwydion sometimes too." I nodded.

"Well, we should be going to bed now," I said, standing up and stretching. Peter nodded and we both went back to our room to get some well-needed rest.

Hope you enjoyed and please review! And also, I'm sorry I didn't get to focus a bit more on Dumbledore, but he didn't really have much of a spot in this chapter. And I am sorry for the weird name for the dog, but I couldn't think of anything else. Furthermore, I have decided that America would end up with Japan if I so choose to make him have a love interest. The reason for this is because I ship Greece/Turkey so I wouldn't pair Japan with him. I was really tempted to pair America with an OC (the Philippines) of Dawn's (if you remember Dawn) because I have started to ship her with him so much, but I figured you guys wouldn't like him to be paired with an OC.

So I know you guys liked the idea of Canada-is-Vinland being added to the story, but what do you think of adding the Sweden-is-PewDiePie theory just for kicks? Someone suggested it to me, and I am opened for suggestions, but not without the consent of my readers.

I have decided that, instead of piling all the books into one fanfic, I'm just gonna make a series out of this, so the title of this book will be changed to Harry Williams-Beilschmidt and the Eternal Elixir.

Also, due to the consent of a majority of my readers, I will be pairing Draco and Harry together, but not until at least third year will they start to develop feelings for each other. Addressing Zantetsuken Reverse's review, the relationship will not be erotic, nor will it be the focus of the story. The story is focused on Harry and his adventures. At the most, I will show little scenes between the two (small kisses, cuddling, Harry sitting on Draco's lap, possibly some private moments for more insight on their relationship, etc). Maybe I'll add a little drama and trouble-in-paradise stuff, but those will probably be used to make the story more interesting, such as causing one of them to be unable to do what they should do because they're too sad or making it harder to complete a task because they need the other's skills for it.

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