Hi! So my cousin stopped crying (I think) but I'm still not exactly sure what happened. Thank you to everyone who gave me advice or even just mentioned my problem. And to the secret trio, I don't think that was the case. Anyways, here is the next chapter. Hope you like! Here are the answers to the riddles:

1. T-H-I-S

2. The horse isn't tied to anything.

3. Well, birds can't exactly breathe in space.

4. IK! SOME SUPERHEROES ARE SUCH GARY-STUS (or the rare mary-sue superhero. XP)

To everyone who has answered these correctly, have a virtual cookie! (::) And virtual cookie to my friend who helped me come up with these! (::) I came up with the last one. :D Also, there is one thing you should know that is a tad different, but won't make a huge impact on the story.

RON IS NOT A PREFECT IN THIS ONE, MATTHEW IS. The reason for this is because Dumbledore would truly believe that Matthew and Hermione would be the best at keeping the students in line, considering Ron's brash behavior. Because, seriously, if Matthew was there with no memory of who he is and with friends like Lovino, Ron, and Harry, who do you think would be the better choice as prefect?

Chapter 2

"Who are you?"

"W-what do you mean 'who are you?'" Alfred stuttered, staring wide-eyed at the almost identical blonde boy in front of him. "C-come on, dude. I'm Alfred. Remember?"

"Fratello? You know me, right?" Feliciano stammered, tears pricking in his eyes. "It's me, Feli?" Matthew and Lovino looked at each other and frowned, then looked back at the boys in front of them.

"I-I'm sorry, but we don't know who you are…" Matthew said quietly. "W-we lost our memories when we were 11 and then we got the Hogwarts letter. I was able to find out that I'm Canadian and that my name was Matthew P. Williams, but that's it."

"And I learned that my name was Lovino Vargas, a pureblood Italian wizard," Lovino continued. Feliciano looked confused, but before he could say anything, Hermione intervened.

"Can you please stop bothering my friends?" She asked, frowning. "It's obvious they don't know you, so please just leave them alone." Before Alfred could refuse, Feliciano nodded and tugged the American away from them. Fortunately for them, the Bad Touch Trio hadn't noticed them yet.

"Mon petit Matthieu is here?" Francis asked hopefully when he heard Alfred and Feliciano talk about it. They were currently in the Gryffindor common room after dinner had ended. The transfers all got a room together, which meant that Alfred and Feliciano couldn't see their brother.

"Yes," Alfred replied, nodding sadly. "So is Lovino." Francis's eyes lit up.

"I simply must see mon bébé!" He exclaimed, about to leave the room. "Prussia and Spain will be absolutely ecstatic!" Before he could leave the room to find his 'son' and tell the other members of the BTT, Feliciano put a hand on his arm and stopped him.

"They… they don't remember us," he whispered, tears pricking in his eyes. "My fratello doesn't remember me." He sniffed as Francis's eyes widened.

"W-what could have happened?" Alfred shrugged with a sad look.

"I don't know…"

"Those bastards were weird," Lovino said, frowning. "They acted as if they knew us. WE HAVE NEVER MET THOSE TWO BEFORE!"

"W-well, they might be connected to our past, don't you think?" Matthew asked timidly. "We did l-lose our memories. They looked like us too."

"Yeah, that was rather odd," Harry commented. "Maybe they're your brothers?"

"One of them did call me fratello," Lovino said, nodding.

"Ah, let's just go to bed," Ron said, yawning. "We can talk to Hermione about this later." Matthew and Lovino nodded and they headed to bed. That night, Matthew had a dream of his first year. His dream was of his sorting. It was all so confusing…

"Another nation, eh? Canada, is it?" The hat said into his ear. Matthew tilted his head. He didn't understand what that meant.

"Nation? What do you mean?" He asked.

"Oh, you lost your memories?" The hat said. "That's too bad. You had such a great past… Great, but terrifying and lonely. Much like your friend, Lovino." Suddenly, memories flashed before Matthew's eyes. He remembered wars, fires, a home, a family, but he couldn't make sense of it all. There was a boy that looked remarkably like him, a French man, and a man with enormous eyebrows. His family, perhaps? There was an albino… German? He seemed to be close to the albino. He saw an older version of himself and Lovino, all alone in a quiet house, laughing together and crying together. Before he could fully decipher all the memories going through his head that he couldn't even place, the hat called out a house.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Matthew smiled and made his way to the Gryffindor table, taking his place next to Lovino.

Matthew woke up with a start. He was obviously confused about his dream. Was it supposed to mean something? The hat had said he was great, but he had pushed that into the back of his mind. He was happy how things were and he didn't want to change.

"It's about time you woke up!" Lovino exclaimed. "You usually wake up early! The others have already gone down to breakfast!" Matthew gasped and leaped out of bed, hurriedly pulling on his robes and his familiar, Kumashiro, and dragged Lovino with him to the Great Hall.

Meanwhile, Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio had met up with each other in the hall and were trying to find their way to the Great Hall. On the way, they bumped into a blonde and a brunette.

"I am so sorry!" Antonio gasped. "We're trying to find our way to the Great Hall! You see…" He started going on about what had happened, but then one of the people cut him off.

"Do you ever shut up?" Lovino grumbled.

"Lovi, that isn't nice," Matthew said, frowning. He turned to the Bad Touch Trio. "I'm sorry for him. He doesn't like strangers all that much. Or anyone for that matter. Unless you're a girl or one of his friends."

"Lovi? Roma!" Antonio gasped and tackle-hugged the Italian pureblood. "Oh Lovi, it's so good to see you again! After the incident, I thought you were gone for good! Oh it's been so long!" Meanwhile, Francis and Gilbert had hugged Matthew and were being a bunch of bumbling idiots as well.

"Birdie, I can't believe we found you!" Gilbert exclaimed. "And in Eyebrows's school no less!"

"Mon petit Mathieu, I have missed you!" Francis cried. "At first I didn't believe Alfred, but obviously you really are here! I don't care what he says, you are mon petit maple leaf!"

"U-umm, I'm sorry monsieur Francis," Matthew apologized, blushing. "And monsieur Gilbert. I'm afraid I don't know you. You should get your friend out of Lovi's way before he hits him." Too late, Lovino had already head-butted Antonio in the stomach.

"Don't touch me!" Lovino snapped. "I don't even know you!" Antonio looked shocked and sad.

"B-b-b-but Lovi…." He said sadly.

"I'm sorry, but we really have to go," Matthew interrupted. "And Lovi doesn't know you, so please don't make him mad."

"W-wait, Birdie!" Gilbert stopped them. "At least let us walk with you. You might not remember us…" He mumbled that to himself so they didn't hear. "But I'd very much like to be you guys' friends." Matthew and Lovino frowned.

"I don't know…" Matthew said. "You did just ambush us for no reason… We'll… we'll think about. Come on Lovi. You guys can come with us too." Lovino nodded and followed Matthew as they made their way to the Great Hall.

"Hey, about time you got here," Harry greeted Matthew and Lovino.

"We would've been here earlier if the albino bastard, the French bastard, and cheery bastard didn't show up," Lovino grumbled. "I need better insults for them."

"You shouldn't insult the new students Lovino," Hermione reprimanded him. "It's not nice." Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," he said, not really sorry at all. The new kids were annoying, but something kept screaming that he knew them. The logical side of his brain ignored that and instead opted to say that they seemed suspicious like… like they weren't human.

"So what classes do we have?" Matthew asked Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ron looked at the schedule and groaned.

"History of Magic, double Potions, Divination, and double Defense Against the Dark Arts all in one day!" He groaned. "Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and Umbridge on the same day! Maybe I should take up Fred and George's offer for those Skiving Snackboxes…"

"What's so bad about them?" Antonio asked, butting into the conversation.

"Binns is the most boring ass teacher ever and Snape is just a bastard who needs to learn what shampoo is," Lovino grumbled, slumping in his seat.

"Language, Lovino!" Hermione scolded. Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Trelawny's a fraud and I just got a bad feeling about Umbridge…" Matthew continued for Lovino shyly. "It's pretty bad…"

"Kesesesese, you're telling me!" Gilbert said. "That woman was so boring, I almost fell asleep!"

"You're not even in this house, you slimy Slytherin!" Ron snapped. "Go away. You too, Puff." Matthew frowned and hit Ron lightly on his head.

"That's not nice, Ron," he reprimanded. "Not all Slytherins are bad. And there is no rule saying that people from other houses can't sit at other tables." Ron grumbled, but had to agree.

"You're the best, Birdie!" Gilbert cheered, taking a seat next to Francis with Antonio on his other side.

"So I guess we have O.W.L.s this year, right?" Matthew asked Hermione, who nodded.

"Yes, we do!" She exclaimed. "O.W.L.s affects the jobs you can apply for. They are really important! And then we get career advice and we can choose what N.E.W.T.s we want next year!"

"So what do you guys want to do after Hogwarts?" Harry asked.

"I-I want to be a Healer…" Matthew said, blushing as if they would laugh at him. Hermione simply beamed at him and pat him on the back.

"I think that's a wonderful career choice, Matthew," she told him. "It's not too dangerous and I think you have the skills for it. I don't really know what I want to do."

"Me neither," Lovino said.

"Uhh, well, I sort of have an idea…" Ron said slowly.

"What do you want to do?" Harry urged him. After more coaxing from his other friends, Ron finally told them.

"I wanna be an Auror," Ron told them hesitantly.

"That would be cool," Harry said, nodding.

"But I've got to be really good, so I don't know if I'll make it," Ron said. Matthew shrugged.

"You never know until you try," he said helpfully.

"Come on, let's get to class," Harry told his friends as he stood up. Matthew, Hermione, and Lovino nodded and stood up, walking with him out of the Great Hall. They didn't notice the stares of the transfer students following them.

"So what should we do about them?" Alfred asked Feliciano once The Golden Quintet left.

"I-I don't know," Feliciano replied hesitantly. "They don't remember us, so…"

"Why not just ask mon petit Anglettere if there was a spell cast on them?" Francis suggested, butting in to the conversation.

"I want my Birdie back!" Gilbert declared. Alfred glared at him. The two had never liked each other due to having similar personalities. The only thing they had ever had in common was their love for Canada, which also fueled their hatred for each other.

"He's not your anything, bastard!" He snarled.

"He was as much mine as he was yours!" Gilbert retorted.

"W-what about Lovi?" Antonio said, sniffling. "W-will he ever remember us?" Francis pat him on the back sympathetically.

"If we can figure out what caused them to lose their memories, then they just might recover their memories," he told his friend.

Later on that day, Harry had gotten in trouble with Snape for missing one thing on the third line for the Draught of Peace and then Hermione and Ron got into a fight about how much of a git Snape was. Matthew, who hated fighting, had begun to tear up and Lovino, who was like a brother to Matthew, had yelled at them, along with Harry. Then the three all walked away from Ron and Hermione for lunch. Ron and Hermione apologized during Divination, of course, and they interpreted dreams.

"I had a dream of my Sorting," Lovino told Matthew, who frowned.

"Funny, the same thing happened to me," he said. "What did the Sorting Hat say to you?" Lovino began telling him what happened.

"A nation, I see?" The hat whispered into Lovino's ear. "Romano? No… South Italy?"

"What the fuck does that mean, hat bastard?" Lovino asked.

"And you lost your memories," the hat said without giving an answer. "I'll leave you to remember it yourself. It's such a shame though. You were so powerful, but your brother robbed that of you. You could have been great, but you still are. The mafia sure is powerful." Lovino suddenly sat up straight, his eyes narrow.

"How do you know about the mafia?" He snapped. The hat chuckled.

"I can see into your past, of course," the hat had answered. "Your past gives me a wonderful view on where you should be sorted. I can see it, how lonely you're past is, and how horrific it is as well." So many things flashed through Lovino's head. Wars, fires, screams of terror, but that wasn't all. There was also a boy that looked like him, but older with an older version of himself swearing at him. A brother? There was a man, a devilishly handsome Spanish man with a killer ass (not that Lovino would admit that) who seemed to care for him. There was also an older version of Matthew, laughing and crying with him in the silence of a house, without anyone else there with them. He didn't have time to find out what this all meant, as the hat had shouted out his decision.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"That's… freaky and a lot like my own dream," Matthew told him. They didn't have any more time to fully understand what this meant before they were ushered out of the classroom with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

The Golden Quintet made their way to Defense Against the Dark Arts, the very class they were dreading. Ron was complaining about the homework they got until they got to their next class. They turned quiet and Lovino was disgusted at the sight of the amount of pink Professor Umbridge was wearing.

"Good afternoon!" Professor Umbridge said once the entire class was seated. Only a few people mumbled their replies.

"Tut tut, that certainly won't do, now, will it?" Professor Umbridge said, clicking her tongue. "When I say, 'Good afternoon,' I expect you all to reply with, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Now, let's try this again. Good afternoon, class!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," the class chanted. Lovino rolled his eyes as he was forced to speak.

"Now that wasn't too hard, was it?" Professor Umbridge commented sweetly. "Wands away and quills out, please." The class seemed to become even gloomier at that and followed the toad-like professor's instructions. Professor Umbridge tapped the blackboard with her wand and words appeared:

Defense Against the Dark Arts

A Return to Basic Principles

"Your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, correct?" Professor Umbridge stated. "The constant changing of teachers has unfortunately resulted in this class' students to be below the standard we expected in you O.W.L.s. However, these problems are now being corrected with Ministry-approved courses. Copy the following, if you will." She tapped the blackboard again.

Course aims:

1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.

2. Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic can be legally used.

3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

"Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?" Professor Umbridge asked. The class murmured their reply of yes. "Let's try this again. When I ask you a question, you will reply with either 'Yes, Professor Umbridge,' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' So, has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," the class chimed.

"Good," the pink professor said. "Turn to page five and read chapter one. There is no need for any talking whatsoever." She made her way back behind her desk, observing everyone in the class as they read their books. Hermione, however, had her hand raised in the air as she stared at Professor Umbridge. After several minutes, Professor Umbridge finally acknowledged Hermione.

"Did you have a question on the chapter, dear?" She asked.

"Not about the chapter," Hermione replied. "I've just got a question about your course aims." Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows.

"And your name is…?"

"Hermione Granger," Hermione said.

"Well, Miss Granger, I believe that the course aims are perfectly reasonable if you read them carefully," Professor Umbridge said with that tone of fake-sweetness in her voice.

"Well, I don't," Hermione said bluntly. "There is nothing written about using defensive spells." There was silence for a moment.

"Using defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge laughed. "I can't think of any situation in my classroom that would require for you to use defensive spells. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?" For some reason, this got on Matthew and Lovino's nerves, as if they knew that anything could happen. Well, being friends with Harry Potter, they knew that they could be attacked at any moment, but their irritation seemed to run deeper than this.

The debate about being attacked in class continued for several minutes until Harry brought of Voldemort being back. Umbridge took points off him and gave him a detention for 'lying' and Lovino couldn't stand to see his friends be antagonized like this any longer. He stood up, his chair falling backwards as he did.

"Even if Voldemort isn't back, this school isn't entirely safe either, so anything could happen," he snapped. "Something like in our second year could appear, a student could sneak in an animagus Death Eater! It doesn't matter if this place is supposedly safe, no matter where you go, you will always be in danger. No one is ever truly safe, so just stop it with this utter bullshit!"

"Language, Mr-"

"Vargas."

"Mr. Vargas. I believe that will be another ten points from you and a detention as well!" Professor Umbridge declared. Lovino just scoffed and took the slip of parchment from Professor Umbridge. He took Harry, who was staring wide-eyed in shock, by the arm and dragged him out of the room.

Peeves mocked them as they walked, but Lovino glared and shouted a threat at him. Just then, Professor McGonagall appeared, wondering what the noise was.

"Why on earth are you shouting, Mr. Vargas?" She snapped. "And why are you and Mr. Potter out of class?"

"We've been sent to see you," Harry replied stiffly.

"Sent? What do you mean by sent?"

Harry and Lovino gave their notes to Professor McGonagall, who frowned as she read them. With each line she read, her eyes became narrower.

"Come inside, Mr. Potter, Mr. Vargas," she said, ushering them inside her study. They followed her, the door closing automatically behind them.

"Is this true?" Professor McGonagall asked, rounding up on Harry first. "Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

"You called her a liar?"

"Yes."

"You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?"

"Yes."

Professor McGonagall rounded on Lovino next.

"And you, Mr. Vargas, swore at her?"

"Si," Lovino replied nonchalantly.

"And you told her that anything could happen."

"Si."

Professor McGonagall sighed, a frown on her face. "Have a biscuit, you two."

"What?" Harry said.

"Have a biscuit," she repeated, gesturing to the cookies on top of the papers on her desk. "And sit down." The two Gryffindors complied. "You need to be careful, Potter, Vargas. Misbehavior in Dolores Umbridge's class could cost more than house points and a detention. You both know that she comes from the Ministry and that she reports straight to the minister." The bell rang for the end of the lesson, but Professor McGonagall continued on. "She has given you both detention every evening this week, starting tomorrow."

"Every evening?" Harry repeated, horrified. "Bu, Professor, can't you-?"

"No."

"But-"

"She is your professor and is well within her rights to give you a detention. You will go to her room at five o'clock tomorrow for the first detention. Remember, tread carefully around her."

"I was telling the truth though!" Harry protested. "Voldemort's back, you know he is, Professor Dumbledore knows he is-"

"For heaven's sake, Potter!" Professor McGonagall said. "This isn't about truths or lies! This is about keeping your head down and your temper under control! Didn't you listen to her speech at the start of term feast?"

"Yes," Harry said. "She basically meant that the Ministry of Magic is trying to interfere at Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall sighed.

"At least you listen to Hermione Granger," she said before turning her gaze to the hotheaded Italian. "Do you have any objections, Mr. Vargas?" Lovino shook his head.

"None at all, Professor," he replied. Professor McGonagall nodded before leaving the room.

OH MY GOD THAT TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE AND NOW MY ARMS HURT. I wrote two-thirds of this chapter TODAY NONSTOP because I just got the book a few days ago, so a lot of the wording is similar to the ones in the book. I've been trying to update a lot of my stories, but that's really hard for me to do considering I'm, well, me.

Oh yeah, and about the whole mafia and pureblood thing, humans believe Romulus Vargas was a pureblood wizard involved in the mafia.

In completely random news, I believe a feel bomb was dropped on my head when I decided it was a good day to go on a Remember Prussia marathon on YouTube and now I'm sad. T.T