Oh, look! It's Iggy's POV!

England's forest-green eyes popped open when he heard a loud snap coming from the compartment next door. What the bloody hell just happened? he thought, his eyes wide with fear as he slowly recovered from the vision. His ears ringing, he looked around at the other nations, but his vision was hazy. Somehow, he had the feeling he was forgetting someone, but he couldn't quite place his finger who. He placed his hand on his temple and rubbed it, hard, his thoughts flowing as slow and as thick as honey.

It took about a minute for his vision to clear. Looking around he saw America, Russia-that guy even looked creepy when he was unconscious-China and France, the perverted frog, all lying unconscious on the floor, or, in China's case, slumped on a seat (he had been standing and had fallen backwards). England tried to remember what happened, but he couldn't remember anything of what happened before the awful vision...

The revolutionary war.

...Of course. A dementor! He remembered it now. Dementors coming into the train, sliding the compartment door open, its filthy, slimy hand grasping for unknown objects... England shuddered involuntarily and racked his head for cures after a dementor attack. He remembered one...a sweet. What was it? What was that particular sweet that helped you-no, it wasn't really a sweet at all. Chocolate. It was chocolate. But where could one get chocolate? From the lady with the food trolley! They sold chocolate frogs- the ones that America and China had gobbled up.

England pushed his gold hair out of his leaf-green eyes and stood up shakily, staggering towards the open door and stumbling out, barely able to stand, let alone walk. He blindly stumbled around and accidentally bumped into someone. Trying to stand up as straight as he could in that situation, he said, "I'm sorry. Sir," he added, seeing that the person he had bumped into was an adult. "No, it's alright," the man said in a kind tone, his eyes sparkling. The man pushed something into England's hand and, with a pat on the nation's shoulder, he strode off without another word. England coughed and looked at the object in his hand. A piece of chocolate from a chocolate bar.

Biting into it, England enjoyed the warmth spreading to the tips of his fingers and toes. After finishing, he leaned against the wall until he found he could walk without stumbling, he walked back into the compartment, where China was already conscious and rubbing his dizzy-looking hazel-brown eyes. "What was that, aru?" he asked England, coughing. "A bloody Dementor," he replies, falling onto a seat. France was at his feet and muttering something. England didn't lean to hear what it was-he couldn't care less-but if he had, he would have heard, "Jeanne..."

"A De-Men-Tor?" China muttered, pronouncing the syllables of 'dementor' slowly. "What is that, aru?"

The Boy Who Lived's POV

"Firs' years and exchange studen's this way!" called a familiar voice. Harry, Ron and Hermione turned and saw the gigantic outline of Hagrid at the other end of the platform, beckoning the terrified-looking new students and the nervous-looking exchange students forward to their traditional journey across the lake. Among the transfer students, Harry could recognise Lei En and Jia Qing and behind them was the feminine-looking Asian boy named Wang Yao-or Yao Wang, whatever it was. Behind Wang-or Yao-were three blonde boys.

The one squashed in the middle of the three looked british, with ruffled golden hair. If Harry squinted he could see that the middle boy's eyes were a deep forest green and he had unnaturally thick eyebrows. The boy to the right of the middle boy looked French and his gold hair was chin length, and his eyes were sparkling blue. The last boy was the tallest of the three. The only thing Harry could make out in the darkness was that he had golden-brown hair and a weird cowlick. The silouhette behind them was of a very tall boy- taller than the boy with the cowlick. He had a scarf wrapped around his neck and his hair was silvery-white. He was smiling creepily.

"All righ', you three?" Hagrid yelled over the heads of the crowd. The trio waved at him, but had no chance to speak to him because the mass of people around them was shunting them away along the platform. Harry, Ron and Hermione followed the rest of the school out onto a rough, mud track, where at least a hundred stagecoaches awaited the remaining students, each pulled, Harry could only assume, by an invisible horse, because when they climbed inide one and hut the door, the coach set off all by itself, bumpin and swaying in procession.

As the coach neared the castle gates, Harry noticed that there were two more towering, hooded dementors standing guard on either side. A wave of cold sickness treatened to engulf him agin. He leaned back into the lumpy seat ad closed his eyes until they had passed through the gates. The carriage picked up speed on the lon, sloping drive up to the castle. Hermione was leaning out of the tiny window, watching the many turrets and towers draw nearer. At last, the carriage swayed to a halt, and Hermione and Ron got out.

As Harry stepped down, a familiar drawling, deighted voice sounded in his ear.

"You fainted? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You actually fainted?"

Malfoy elbowed past Hermione to block Harry's way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting mischeivously. "Shove off, Malfoy," Ron said fiercly, his jaw clenched. Malfoy only laughed. "Did you faint as well, Weasley?" he said loudly. "Did the scary old dementor frighten you, too, Weasley?" Harry was about to retort when a mild voice cut into the converation. "Is there a problem?"

Professor Lupin had just got out of the next carriage. Malfoy gave Professor Lupin an insolent stare, which took in the patches on his robe and the dilapidated suitcase. With a tiny hitnt of sarcasm in his voice, he said, "Oh, no-er-Professor," then he smirked at Crabbe and Goyle, and led them up the steps into the castle. When the trio stepped into the entrance hall, Harry heard someone mutter, "Git." He searched the crowd in front and he figured the only one whom Harry could have heard over the noise of the crowd was the british exchange student- the one with thick eyebrows. Up close, Harry thought he looked about the same age as him.


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HETALIA~

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Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor Harry Potter. If I did I would be awesomer than Prussia.


Nobody's POV!

"Bonnefoy, Francis!" Professor McGonagall, a strict-looking woman with her brown hair twisted up in a bun, called out. France nervously hurried over to the hat, which at on the chair, and studied it for a second, wondering whether to criticize it. He decided against it and sat down on the chair, wincing as he dropped the hat on his head. After half a second, a deep voice rang in the blond nation's head.

France, eh?

Wha-Why-Wai-How? France was caught off guard. His cornflower-blue eyes widened beneath the darkness of the old hat.

Do not worry. I am not here to spill secrets, only to sort you. You would also fit in Slytherin. You have great ambition and you are very cunning, but Slytherin would not be the right house for you- I sense hidden intelligence and a great amount of knowledge in your heart. RAVENCLAW! the hat shouted to the whole of Hogwarts. There was a lot of cheering and clapping as France took off the old hat, placed it back on the hair, and hurried over to the Ravenclaw table.

"Braginski, Ivan!" McGonagall called again, struggling to make herself heard over the roar of the students. Russia-or Ivan-, tall and silent, walked steadily towards the hat with the childish smile plastered on his face. He sat down and placed the hat on his head. He didn't even get to hear the hat's voice in his mind before it shouted, "Slytherin!" Russia took the hat off, a little disappointed that he had not gotten the chance to ask the hat to becom one with him. Was it his imagination, or was the hat's voice shaking a little? He shrugged and walked over to the Slytherin table, his face still wearing that child-like, innocent smile.

"Jones, Alfred F.!"

America laughed his 'hero' laugh, rushing over to the hat and dropping it on his head.

I'm the Hero! he thought happily.

You are America, the land of the free, the hat responded calmly.

Nope, I'm the Hero! America laughed in his mind, not realizing what the sorting hat had just said.

You are a easy one to sort. You are very loyal to your friend and family, and fierce to your family. Though you are scared of many things, your most dominant trait is your bravery. GRIFFINDOR!

"Kirkland, Arthur!"

England gave Sing/Jia Qing, who had been teasing him, a death glare, and stalked up to the hat, sat down on the chair and dropped the hat on his head. He knew the hat would read his mind and know everything about him being a country (the hat had sorted him before, anyways) but he still tried to hide it, out of pure stubbornness. Sing stuck her tongue out at him right before he had put the hat on. Now, with the large hat on his head, England could only see darkness.

Hello again, England. Or should I say 'Arthur'?

Just sort me already.

I'll put you in your old house, shall I? You're cunning and ambitious and very brave. You will go to great heights to get what you want and will do almost anything to help your family and friends. It shall be SLYTHERIN!

"Lim, Jia Qing!"

Sing skipped over to the hat and jammed it down onto her head. Hi, hat!

Hello.

Wait-what? You talk ah?

Yes. How many of you are there?

Just my twin and my eldest brother. Now sort me already.

Be patient, Singapura.

WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU OLD HAT?

The hat ignored the outburst and the insult You are very brave and intelligent- hidden knowledge, just like France. Many people underestimate you and you feel frustrated about it. You are quite ambitious- Slytherin traits. You are very courageous and knowledgeable, but you are also very kind and loyal- the traits that stand out the most, whether people notice it or not. Better be HUFFLEPUFF!

There was a lot of cheering as Sing placed the hat down and skipped over to the Hufflepuff table, her long hair swaying and she was beaming. "HELLO!" she yelled, waving her hand. She was as bold as America, the other nations thought, that it was a wonder she wasn't placed in Griffindor. Sing laughed as she sat down, though inside she was panicking quite a bit. The hat knew she was a nation? Did it know the other nations' identities? Could it read minds?

While she was asking herself questions, "Lim, Lei En!" was called up. The hat had barely touched his head when the hat screamed, "GRIFFINDOR!" and Singapore walked over to the Griffindor table, a little confused of why he was placed there. He was, however distracted by a loud, "I'M THE HERO! HAHAHAHAHA~" from a certain American.

"Wang, Yao!"

There were a lot of mutters in the crowd of students, most were questions about gender.

"That's a girl! See her ponytail?"

"No he isn't! No girl is called 'Yao'!"

"No, she's definitely a girl."

"Boy!"

"Girl!"

"Boy!"

China, hearing the comments, muttered, "I'm a man aru," before dropping the old, torn hat on his silky black hair. He was still grumbling about being a man, not some girly girl, when the hat spoke in his head. Another one, eh? So You've been here for quite a long time... interesting... Oops, nearly killed by your own brother, were you? Ouch, that must have been a painful departure..

The hat seemed like it was rather enjoying its time in China's head. Looking into my head isn't the point, aru! Sort me, aru!China grumbled in his mind, only a teeny bit surprised that the hat could speak into his mind and read his memories- he had immediately assumed that the hat would figure out that he and his acquaintances (he refused to call the 'stupid opium bast*rd' and 'the pervert' a friend) were nations.

Be patient! You are very brave-of course you are, being alive for 4000 years-and very loyal to your siblings. You still call Japan your brother, do you not? The betrayal must have been painful... Hmm...even you have the qualities of all the houses, you deserved to be placed in RAVENCLAW! the hat screamed out. China carefully took off the hat and placed it on the chair, hurrying over to the Ravenclaw table and giving France, who was flirting with a girl and pretending not to notice it.

At that moment, Harry and Hermione hurried into the Great Hall. "Oh," Hermione said disappointedly as they made their way towards the Griffindor table. "We've missed the Sorting." As the two at down, a voice with a strong American accent pierced their ears, followed by an annoying laugh.


Hello! I'm BACKKKKKK! FROM HELL (aka school) ! Oh, yeah, to clear things up a bit, I'm not gonna write romance (cant write it to save my life) but I will have some 'Pairing Moments' where the two have a 'moment', something like that! So, yeah, please comment if you want any 'Pairing Moments'! And some people seem to like my last idea of feeding Iggy's scones to Malfoy... Well... it might happen... You'll never know, will you? *eyebrow wiggles*

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