As usual, I am going to begin with an apology.

It has been over a month since I updated and let me tell you, I am not happy about it either. Applications are an absolute nightmare on top of six college classes. So please take my half-hearted excuse along with an extra-special chapter.

So if you have read this chapter on my prior account, you will probably recognize this chapter. However, I added a lot of extra bonuses and cut the ending so it could be in another chapter!

I hope you have enjoyed my efforts at rewritting this story and if you haven't...well the exit button is just a click away~

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter.

Warnings: Some language.

"Sorry that I'm late," Arthur apologized between labored breaths. The other students turned to glare at him with narrowed eyes and disapproving smiles. It wasn't like him to be late, especially to his first class, – in fact he often looked down upon tardiness – but he could not help the fact that a few older Gryffindors had cornered him and he lost his way inside such a grand castle.

"Just take a seat," Professor Brangski explained and pointed to the empty desk behind a Gryffindor student. From Arthur's first impressions, he could tell the Defense against the Dark Arts Professor Ivan Brangski was someone he would not want to anger. It could have been the professor's healthy, broad shoulders which made him appear quite bulky and a towering, well-built frame that frightened the young Slytherin. Or perhaps it was his wiry hair that lacked any pigment besides a greying white that fell above his rounded eyes. Or even his tattered scarf swathed around his cheeks, just below his rounded nose, that hid the wry smirks or his Russian accent from his thin lips. However, the eerie purple aura that seemed to excrete around the Professor was what probably scared Arthur the most and made him consider switching to a more pathetic class.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," Professor Brangski quipped, eyes narrowing at Arthur as he took his seat. "The Dark Arts are always a posing threat that we must learn to tame," he continued, casting a spell to command chalk to scribble his words on the chalkboard beside him.

"Psst. Hey, you're Artie right?" the Gryffindor in front of him asked. Arthur rolled his eyes and ignored the question by taking out a clean sheet of parchment and a green-feather quill his mother gave to him before leaving for Hogwarts just two days ago. If he were to answer the question, Arthur couldn't imagine what horrors awaited him: jinxes, hexes, you name it. From his first day of school at Hogwarts, Arthur could tell he would despise his stay, possibly more than at his prior school.

"Hey, dude," the American said a bit louder this time, obviously not getting Arthur's hint. Even at Arthur's old school, he knew sitting in the back meant trouble with the Professor. However, he knew ignoring this annoying prat wouldn't stop him, so he decided to answer with:

"What!?"

"Name's Alfred. I'm pretty close with your brothers," this-so-called-Alfred said. He outstretched his arm for Arthur to shake which he merely snorted at, only glancing up from his eyelashes for a quick glimpse of the Gryffindor prefect.

"I'd really prefer to pay attention," Arthur mumbled and scribbled something onto his paper in a feeble attempt to hide his blush. Unknown to anyone (besides his journal and fairy friends, of course), Arthur had a bit of an obsession – no, maybe more of an infatuation – with American accents, particularly that hint of Southern twang lingering on the American's words. Not to mention he was down-right handsome with his floppy blond hair and blue eyes and bit (more like a lot) of plush on his cheeks that were virtually the epitome of America.

"That's cool, bro. We can talk later," Alfred agreed. He turned around in his chair and Arthur continued to focus on the Professor's first day lecture.

"Since you are all, in fact, five year students I will start you with more advanced creatures." The Professor rummaged through his belongings on the mahogany desks for the silver wire cage that was situated on the left side of his desk.

"As you can see, this cage is filled to the brim with Pixies." True to the Professor's words, dozens of blue tinted pixies clawed angrily to be released from their hold. Arthur scoffed at the creatures; sure, he could see fairies and other magical creatures, yet he couldn't believe something so small could do as much damage as the Professor had previously explained – it was impossible.

"Yes, they are elegant in appearance – there is no doubting that – but do not be confused with their more compassionate counterparts; these pixies are dangerous. Does anyone know their counterparts?"

Alfred raised his hand eagerly as well as a few other students Arthur did not yet know.

"Yes Mr. Jones?"

"The answer is fairies, Professor Brangski," Alfred said proudly as if he was showing off to Arthur.

"Correct! Five points for Gryffindor!" Arthur scowled; was this some sort of merit system at Hogwarts? He simply wished to return to his prior life…

"Now as I was saying," Professor Brangski began, interrupting Arthur's thoughts. "I will be passing around the cage. Do not open this cage, unless you want five points deducted from your house points and an injury that is bound to happen if you do." The Professor passed the cage to a small boy at the front of the classroom from the house with yellow and black colors – Arthur still had yet to learn the house names besides Gryffindor and Slytherin, the two houses he had heard so much of already.

"Hey, Artie! It's later now! Want to chat?" the Gryffindor's obnoxious voice asked lacking any subtleties.

"It's Arthur, not your ridiculous nickname," Arthur spat trying to resist his seduction. He was a Gryffindor so he was automatically the enemy; he knew that from his Hogwarts: A History book. "And no, I certainly do not want to get in trouble."

"Relax, we won't get in trouble; that is, if a prefect doesn't catch us."

"Thank goodness for that then," Arthur exhaled. He couldn't imagine starting off the semester with prefects angry at him, on top of everything that had happened up to this point.

"Actually, I'm a prefect," Alfred chuckled. He flashed a gold and red badge with a cursive P in round, black stitching smugly, as if he set this entire scenario up just to brag about it. Arthur couldn't understand how Alfred – of all people – was prefect of Gryffindor. Prefects were supposed to be brave and strict and well…everything Arthur assumed he was; certainly not the kind of person Alfred had seemed to be.

"But I'm cool like that. I can tell from your messy clothes and all that stuff that you had a rough start."

"Thanks," Arthur gritted sarcastically. He looked down at himself with disdain, measuring every flaw within mere seconds. Did he really appear so hideous?

Sure his black uniform was a little more rumpled that Arthur would have liked it to be – actually a whole lot more than a little rumpled for Arthur's tastes – and he was missing a tie, but it couldn't have been that bad. He began to wonder how his soft features looked after a restless night with his obnoxious roommate. His skin was no doubt pasty and white as it always was, which did nothing but exaggerate the dark circles that were more likely than not sketched under his bloodshot eyes. He nervously began to run his hands through his hair, absently combing down the pieces of his frazzled hair that clung to his forehead like a wet mop.

"I didn't mean it like that! Ugh! You look fine!" Alfred exclaimed quite frustrated. "So…um…do you like Hogwarts so far?"

"Not particularly," Arthur shrugged. "I would much rather prefer the halls of England."

"But you have to admit the food is fucking amazing!"

"Yes, I can tell that you like the food," he retorted acerbically. The Slytherin scowled as his emerald eyes scanned the not-so-thin American. "Although, I prefer homemade scones and earl grey tea to your house elf made nonsense." This made Alfred roll his sapphire blue eyes.

"Scones? Really? Those things are so disgusting!"

"They are not disgusting!" the Briton defended. "Although I wouldn't expect an American to enjoy fine cuisine."

"You call that 'fine cuisine'?" he asked imitating a fake British accent. "I'll have you know that Americans make some of the best food on this planet!"

"Oh yes," Arthur muttered sarcastically. "What could be better than horse burgers for every meal of the day at a fast food chain?"

"Hamburgers," he corrected which only made Arthur snort and lock his arms above his chest.

"Same thing."

"Here Al!" a blonde Gryffindor said cheerfully and propped the cage on Alfred's table. She seemed like one of those air-headed cheerleaders at Arthur's old academy but Alfred ignored her except for a quick thanks. He turned his attention towards the cage leading Arthur to watch him interact with the curious creatures.

"Aw, look at the cute pixies," Alfred cooed. He playfully stuck his finger into one of the slits in the cage and tickled one of the pixie's bloated stomachs. Predictably, the enraged pixies bit his finger leaving a small red dent just above his rounded nail.

"Ouch," Alfred exclaimed making Arthur chuckle inwardly.

"They must not particularly like you."

"They're just all riled up," Alfred shrugged and licked the coppery blood off his finger like a child.

"Idiot," Arthur muttered under his breath and rolled his eyes once. Lucky for him, Alfred was far too oblivious and preoccupied to hear his remark and instead pushed the cage towards him with a grin.

"There you go, Artie!" Arthur's curious eyes peered through the grey metal bars of the cage situated on his desk. Closer up, he couldn't really imagine the harm they could do besides biting skin off of Alfred's finger.

If this is higher level magic, Arthur thought to himself, then this is going to be one boring year.

Arthur sighed and grabbed the handle to the cage in his left hand before standing up to return the pixies to his teacher dutifully. He assumed that maybe this good deed could change the Professor's perspective of him.

Unfortunately, his clumsiness led him to trip on one of the legs of his mahogany desk causing the cage to spring open. Instantly, the grand lecture halls swarmed with blue pixies, their plump figures were surprisingly nimble as they maneuvered through the September air. The other students immediately panicked, despite Professor Brangski's attempts to calm them, and a few began to flee the room as the creatures (more like demons, in Arthur's opinion) had begun to shatter irreplaceable trinkets on the Professor's desk.

"Agh," Arthur shouted feeling two pixies pull at his wiry hair viciously, clawing at his scalp. The Slytherin student swatted at his head yet the pixies were only amused more with his thrashing and tugged harder.

"Immobulus," Arthur heard the Professor recite in some foreign language – most likely Latin – with his wand pointed at a hoard of pixies. A spray of azure light emitted from the tip of his wand sending the pixies in a state of what appeared to be suspended animation. "Mr. Kirkland, say the freezing spell!"

"What!?" Arthur asked who focused more on being harassed by the pixies than to say some ridiculous spell. "I don't know that spell!"

"Immobulus," Alfred said effortlessly, his wooden wand aimed at the two pixies. The tip of his wand mimicked the Professor's and blazed a blue radiance illuminating the room after a mere flick. Arthur sighed out of satisfaction and ran a hand through his untamed tresses.

"Now who did this?" the Professor asked, his amethyst eyes narrowed at the only two students who remained in the room, yet a child-like smile remained plastered on his face.

"It wasn't me, I swear!" Alfred shouted warily and held his hands up in a universal sign of surrendering. "Artie was the last one with it." Arthur scowled at student who had betrayed him despite that he was his supposed friend.

"Yeah…but I tripped! Alfred had it before me and he obviously sabotaged me so I would be the one to get in trouble," Arthur reasoned. "And my name is Arthur, not Artie."

"I saved you! I'm your hero!" Alfred exclaimed defensively obviously hurt by Arthur's accusations. "Why are you accusing me of doing this?"

"Because, Mr. Hero, you just wanted to look like you saved the day."

"A real hero wouldn't do that!" Arthur rolled his eyes at Alfred's ridiculous statement.

"And what hero you are. Just because you have a goody-two-shoes badge doesn't make you a hero."

You obviously did it; just admit it."

"Did not," Alfred whined as if he was of seven years old.

"I've had quite enough of this nonsense!" Professor Brangski shouted. "Regardless of who did it, you both scared off my class and ruined valuable items! I have no choice but to deduct five points from both of your houses."

"Professor, you can't do that!" Alfred reasoned. "Don't believe his lies! I was Arthur's hero! Gryffindors are natural heroes after all unlike dirty Slytherins, although know I can see why you were placed in Slytherin."

"Enough, Mr. Jones. Do not make me give you a demerit or repot you." Professor Brangski sighed. "I suppose class is dismissed."

"Thanks a lot," Alfred muttered and roughly shoved Arthur's shoulder.

"No need to thank me," Arthur retorted glaring daggers at the back of Alfred's head. "It was my pleasure."

To Be Continued...

A/N: I'm going to say this again just to emphasize my point: if any of you have a copy of Glisten please please please PM me.

So I don't feel well right now (I have immense digestion pains that you probably don't want to hear about) so I'm going to make this short and sweet!

Blah blah blah they are so cute blah blah blah angst blah blah bye

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