And its up with more than an hour to spare! Maybe there is hope for me yet. I have no idea when I'll post the next chapter, but it will be up at some point.

Harry Potter: I think that everyone knows what it is, so I won't give a full summary but I will tell you that this is in Harry's 7th year sometime while he is on the run. It addresses the one part of the Harry Potter Universe that I've always pondered. How do other Ministries react to Voldemort's take over of Britain?

Note from Future me (and by future I mean Dec. 29, 2013): I should probably give a proper summary for Harry Potter even though I think you could not know it and jump into it. Basically in Harry Potter their is a secret wizard population with there own separate government from the main British parliament (it takes place in the UK) and this chapter takes place after a fascist regime that is based off of racist ideology against non wizards takes power. Now back to past me with a musical accompaniment.

Musical Accompaniment:

Today's song is Fables of Faubus by Charles Mingus. It is a satirical jazz song that suits one of the antagonist of this Episode.

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Disclaimer: I am somewhat of a scumbag to Hetalia fans who expected a big feature of Hetalia in this chapter; but you cannot deny that it is featured throughout this episode. (And the next one for that matter).

Episode 2: Time Travelers (Three Different Ones) Part 1

Being the under secretary for the Ministry of Magic, Dolores Umbridge had more responsibilities than one might expect of her. This was because, though considered a callous person by pretty much everyone; she was neither a death eater, nor under the Imperius curses (which renders the recipient under the mind control of the caster). The main field in which this condition was necessary was foreign policy, for she had managed to meet with other ministries of magic outside of Britain without objection and scared them into passiveness in line with the Voldemort scare. Well, all of the ministries that is; but not all wizarding governments were referred to as Ministries.

The only group that gave her trouble was the North American Regional Wizards Habituated as a Legion. NARWHAL; based in Calais, Maine and St. Stephen, New Brunswick; was the largest political entity in the wizarding world; save China. It was formed when the U.S. government attempted a crackdown on their wizarding community, who responded by aligning with the Canadians and joining the counterculture of the 1960s. Relations were mended by the time Reagan took office; however, NARWHAL still remained notoriously liberal. They had done experiments to integrate technology and magic and were not separate from the muggle world, but a part of it. British wizards were the exact opposite. They feared and distrusted muggles, even the more open ones vouched for separation from their society. Due to their isolation and complete rejection of muggle technologies, they were seen to have mastered magic better than most other wizards. But in exchange, many British wizards were openly racist towards muggles and even more recently muggle borns, having begun to arrest them since Voldemort took power. NARWHAL's secretary of state Michal Granger consequentially was not even allowed in the Country; for his parents were Muggles.

Umbridge was instead meeting with his number 2, who was, as rumor told, as well versed in diplomacy as Michal. As NARWHAL governed both American and Canadian wizards, both representatives were aloud at international conferences of wizards, though Michal was usually the only one to attend. She consequentially did not know anything about the mysterious man she was meeting with. As the diplomat walked into the conference room where they were to meet in the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge was writing something out. She didn't hear his hello and only noticed him when she nonchalantly looked up from her work. She was surprised that she had missed him and it took her a second for her to think of who he was. She noted his distinct non-wizard like appearance. He wore a tan jacket over a light blue collared shirt and a reddish-brown tie. He also had on tan dress pants and mirrored sunglasses. His hair was a blond orange and he stood at a height of 177cm (5 feet 9.6 inches). Umbridge was dressed in her usual pink sweater.

"Hello you must be the American from NARWHAL; I hope I didn't keep you waiting," said Umbridge, shaking his hand.

"Hello; I'm Canadian actually and it's not a problem," said the man. His voice struck Umbridge for it was barely above a whisper. "People often assume that I'm American. So don't be embarrassed."

"Don't worry I won't be. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Dolores Umbridge, senior undersecretary to the minister of magic Pius Thicknesse, though you can call me Miss Umbridge. And you are?"

"Mathew Williams, senior advisor to Michal Granger, secretary of state." His voice hinted nervousness, though she couldn't tell it was faked.

They sat down at opposite ends of a long table, Umbridge taking the appearance of a stern teacher and Mathew appearing like a student that had just been called down to her office

"Now why are you here in Mr. Granger's place?" Umbridge inquired as if she was addressing a child.

"I assumed you knew; Michal is muggle born and is not allowed in your country, and although NARWHAL does not have such laws, we are currently willing to respect yours. I believe that law specifically is why this meeting was called."

"Yes, the ministry is currently upset that your legion is allowing British criminals into its country and not returning them to us."

"Ah, you must understand something about my government; rather, the one I work for. We are currently; upset at the existence of a law that makes wizards with Muggle family's criminals." His voice lost its air of uncertainty and started to become ever so pointed. "We are also interested in the return of the dark lord, for the last time he interfered in NARWHAL; well, he tried to destroy it."

"That is an awfully harsh tone Mr. Williams! Well I suppose it's indicative of the mudblood you work for."

"Mudblood? I'm not familiar with the term. Racism is not the vogue in North America. Well, changing the subject you said that you are currently upset about our legion providing shelter the people you are persecuting." Matthew leaned back in his chair and Umbridge stood up and walked over to him.

"Well you must realize that they are dangerous criminals and that they need to be sent here immediately or their will be consequences." Umbridge said as if she was upbraiding a child. Mathew then stood up and looked her in the eye.

"I was under the impression that Voldemort was a dangerous criminal. Now this little game of cat and mouse that you want to play; it is a bit childish, and I am here for a very serious reason. NARWHAL has, how should I put this; long been at odds with Britain's open discrimination of muggles. But your recent string of racist laws has led us to declare the intent that, unless Voldemort is jailed and the racist laws are abolished, NARWHAL will cut off all Democratic relations with Britain and give financial and military aid to a certain group. I believe it's called the Order of Phoenix.

His voice became no louder but was much more threatening, much more terrifying. Umbridge even flinched at his voice, but she quickly regained her composure. Mathew started to pace around the room away from the door and sat down in the seat sat in by Umbridge moments before at the far side of the room, facing the door.

"You seem to be awfully rebellious, not unlike one of my former students," said Umbridge. "But if you think that NARWHAL has nearly enough power to take on the ministry, you're sorely mistaken. Britain has much stronger wizards then anything you Americans could throw at us. That said, get out of my chair, and I may just spare you a one way trip to Azkaban."

"Why would I get out of this chair?" Matthew asked sarcastically. "This chair allows the audience a much better view."

"Audience!?" Umbridge was getting very angry.

"Oh did I forget to tell you? I can't believe I forgot. Please excuse that faux pas but, these glasses are enchanted to allow everything I see to be seen on the televisions of wizards all over North America; and you British don't think that you can combine technology and magic. I would have hated to have yelled, can you imagine the drop in ratings resulting from a two childish voices yelling at each other. I mean, I can account for my own at least so there is only one. Speaking of your voice, did you drink milk this morning? It's not good for your vocal chords if you're public speaking."

"Expelliarmus!" shouted Umbridge, pulling out her wand and casting a spell that knocked of his glasses to reveal his Violet eyes. Seeing them, she grew enraged.

"You again!?"

"Well that was certainly unexpected. Not the glasses removal, but the you knowing me part. I don't recall ever meeting you. Great job you got me ranting there; I'm sure Voldemort will be quite pleased that like any pig, you can occasionally outsmart the fox. But let me warn you that I have a craving for pork chops. Now, how do you know me pray tell?"

"I have wasted enough of my time, Cru"

"Stop right now!" Matthew said quietly, yet in a piercing manner that could have silenced a mob. In his hand he held a revolver he had pulled out of his coat pocket. Yaxly then entered the room, responding to the curse on the mention of the name Voldemort.

"You dirty muggle, said Umbridge, recognizing the weapon. "I question whether to even a lot you last words. Yaxly dispose of it."

"There are two reasons that you shouldn't move a muscle right now; 1: I can send you to a spooky Mormon hell dream with the move of a finger and 2: I am the only person that keeps the American Government from exposing the wizarding world to the muggle world. It may interest you to know Yaxly that in your leader's first attempt to take over the world; you attracted the attention of ex FBI agent Canton Everett Delaware III, who then attracted the attention of Reagan. They thought we were disbanded after the purge of 67, and they weren't happy to see us again. So basically I was the only diplomat available who knew about wizarding and was immersed in the muggle world; and could blackmail Reagan and Bush and Clinton and Bush Jr. and Obama. The last two haven't been elected yet, but I like to be prepared."

"What do we have to fear from Americans?" Yaxly sneered.

"Oh nothing, except the largest army in the world, which uses technology you have not studied or researched. And nukes, I'd fear those too."

"Nukes?"

"I was actually trying to use levity by not researching part. Nuclear weapons have the capability to wipe cities of the face of the planet. Ever heard of Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Alderaan; well the last one was neither nuclear nor of this universe, but the analogy stands. I believe that this meeting has come to a close. Cloud my inbox Umbridge, I won't text you back."

While talking he had pulled a flute out from his belt and started to play an ascending C scale. Yaxly was confused by the action. However Umbridge grew yet angrier at the sight of the flute and cast it out of his hand. He tried to bring up his gun again, but Yaxly knocked that out of his hand before he could aim it. Soon, a group of Death Eaters had Matthew surrounded and had confiscated his possessions: a civil war era flask filled with Moosehead Lager, a similar flask filled with maple syrup, an Enfield No. 2 Service Revolver, and of course his flute.

They chose to take Matthew to a temporary holding cell where they would keep him until Voldemort could come and make the decision as to his fate. He was walked down a hall past the department of mysteries and forced into a spacious cell with no furnishings or windows already occupied by two prisoners; whose interests were piqued by the stranger.

"You will be sent for when my lord commands it" said Yaxly as they left the room. Yaxly, Umbridge, and all of the other death eaters went back to their jobs, all but the one jail guard, who was roaming the hall.

One of his cellmates spoke up.

"Who are you?"

"Matthew Williams; et vous?"

"I'm Chell, and this is the Doctor."

"It's very nice to meet you Chell, and it's an honor and a privilege to meet you Doctor."

Not much of a cliffhanger, but how does he know of the Doctor?

Hetalia Fans: I want to make it clear that the man in this chapter is defiantly that Mathew Williams; but he is different and if he seems OCC its intentional.

Et Vous means and you in French.

DFTBA