Chapter Six

A/N: I realised that I made a mistake in the last chapter- I placed Matthew in the Hufflepuff dorm room instead of the Ravenclaw room. *hits self* I'm such an idiot, I'm sorry if that confused anyone. He is, in fact, in Ravenclaw. (Sorry again! Force of habit, that Canadian is just so nice…)

Also, this fic has an alternate ending- there is no Cedric Diggory in the Triwizard Tournament. Oh, and the houses will have separate lessons instead of students/houses being mixed. This chapter is going to have the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff lessons, as I need to involve their characters more. *Shrugs* I am a lazy writer.


It was breakfast time at Hogwarts and the Great Hall was abuzz with chatter; students were discussing their horrible new timetables, first-years were worrying about their new professors and the Triwizard Tournament was the main topic of many discussions around the room.

"We need to talk."

America and England looked up from their food to see Hermione standing over them, flanked by Harry and Ron- neither of them looked like they wanted to be there.

"Sure thing, Hermione!" America beamed, and gestured for her to sit down.

The Golden Trio sat down; Ron grabbed a piece of toast and stuffed it in his mouth, whilst Hermione tried to think of a way to state what was on her mind without insulting the two transfers.

"So, we don't really know a lot about you." She began, "Where are you guys from?"

"I'm from England and Alfred's from America." England replied hesitantly, he had heard about Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age. He knew that she was going somewhere with this.

She nodded, "And how about Elizaveta, Ludwig and Matthias? Where are they from?"

England began to fiddle with his robes as he felt everyone's eyes on him, America included. He felt cornered, picked on.

"Elizaveta's from Hungary, Ludwig's from Germany and Matthias is from Denmark."

Hermione "hummed" and brushed her bushy hair behind her ears, "So, how do you all know each other?"

"Well, we all got special application to Hogwarts through scholarships, we had to go on a brief training programme to learn the basics of magic so we were all put together so we could train with each other." America replied, looking confident of his quickly-thought answer.

Hermione looked sceptical and was about to say something else when Harry tapped her on the shoulder, "We should get to class, we don't want to be late, right?"

Hermione sighed and the Golden Trio left the Great Hall and headed to class.

"What was that about?" America asked, stuffing his face with bacon.

"She's smart, that one, we're going to have to be careful around her. She, along with Ronald, helped Harry defeat Voldemort."

"Oh, Mouldyshorts? Yeah, I've heard of him. No wonder he's evil, he has a stupid name."

"Mouldyshorts? It's Voldemort, idiot! The darkest wizard of our age." England replied, his caterpillar like eyebrows furrowing wildly as he talked.

"What was all that about?"

America and England looked up again to see Germany, Hungary and Denmark. All three of them had slightly worried expressions.

"It's Hermione, she's suspects something's different about us."

"Well, she wouldn't be wrong!" Hungary chimed.

"Yes, but that's hardly a good thing, Elizaveta." Germany reasoned.

"Guys, you do know that we're the only students in the hall? Something tells me that we're late." Denmark helpfully pointed out, five minutes after he'd noticed.

"Oh, bollocks!" England exclaimed before leaping up, a startled America following suit.

"What lesson do we have?" England asked Germany.

"Potions, with Professor Snape." Germany replied, naturally he had already memorised the whole timetable.

"Double bollocks!" England exclaimed, now looking more panicked. "Let's go! We can't be late!" All five Gryffindors sped off in the direction of the potions classroom, knowing that they were going to be in serious trouble.


~Lesson with the Ravenclaws~

Unlike the Gryffindor nations, the Ravenclaw transfers had made it to their lessons on time, which was lucky for them as their lesson was Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.

They filed in to the classroom and sat down at their desks, the nations were particularly nervous as they had no experience with magic and they knew that something could easily go wrong. Many of the nations were relieved that Italy wasn't in their class.

McGonagall welcomed the class; spoke briefly about what they were going to learn and gave a demonstration of what she wanted the others to do by the end of the lesson.

She had stood in front of the classroom and flicked her wand at a champagne glass that was placed on a stool, muttered an incantation and the champagne glass had transformed into a boring old mug, much to the disappointed sighs of the students.

"Now, I know that this is a boring one but it's an easy start to the year." McGonagall announced to the class, aware that the nations had practically no experience of magic.

"Easy?" scoffed Austria, "How on Earth is that easy?"

"Why, don't think you can handle it Music Man?" Estonia asked a smirk on his face.

"Now, now, Mister Von Bock, if you think it's that easy then you can come and give us a demonstration." When Estonia didn't move she beckoned him forward, "Come on, Eduard. We don't have all day."

Estonia got up from his seat, all too aware of Austria's smug expression and stood by the stool. McGonagall gestured for him to get on with it so Estonia got out his wand, muttered the same incantation McGonagall had used earlier and the champagne glass turned into a plain mug. Estonia did the spell perfectly. He grinned, proud of himself and sauntered back to his seat next to Austria.

"Show-off." The Austrian muttered.

Professor McGonagall handed out champagne glasses to each student and they all began attempting to turn their glasses into mugs. By the end of the lesson, every student in the class had managed to successfully turn their glasses into mugs.

"How the hell did you do that?" Terry Boot screeched at the Canadian he was sitting next to.

"I don't know…It just sorta happened?" The Canadian questioned, he'd been one of the first students to successfully complete the lesson and he'd grown bored so he'd been messing around with the champagne glass and in front of him was a plate of hot pancakes (complete with maple syrup of course).

"Mister Williams, change the pancakes back please." McGonagall said sternly.

"Aww, but I wanted to eat the-"

"Change it back"

Canada sighed before changing the pancakes back to the champagne glass. He really wanted those pancakes.

Sweden sat in the corner of the room, he was depressed. Well, as depressed as Sweden can be anyway.

"Are you alright, Berwald?" Japan enquired, slightly worried for the Nordic.

"Yeah, you look kind of down!" China commented.

"M'ss'ng m' w'f'. W'nt F'nl'nd." The two Asian nations just smiled softly.

"Don't worry Berwald, you'll see Tino soon." Japan assured him.

"Kiku's right! You'll be reunited with your wife soon."

Sweden only sighed; Stupid magic school, keeping married couples apart.

After fifteen minutes of boredom, due to the Ravenclaws finishing the task early, they were finally dismissed. The transfers all headed to the library, keen to catch up on the previous four years of magic that they'd missed.


~Lesson with the Hufflepuffs~

"I swear to God if that creepy bastard stares at me one more time…" Romano hissed to a typically bubbly Spain as they headed to the Divination classroom.

"Oh, don't be silly Lovi~ He's not doing anything wrong." Spain chirped.

"Don't you find it hard to be so damn happy all of the time?" Romano grumbled as they began to ascend the steps, they were just behind Finland, Italy and Russia.

"No, being happy is fun! You should try it Lovi!"

Romano didn't answer and settled for mumbling about "stupid tomato bastards."

They walked into the classroom to be greeted by a very odd looking woman who introduced herself as Professor Trelawney; she had round glasses that made her eyes look wider than they actually were and frizzy brown hair that gave her the impression of someone who had been electrocuted.

For their first Divination lesson Professor Trelawney had decided that they were going to read each other's tea leaves. They all had to pair up, Spain went with Romano, Italy went with Finland and Russia was forced to go with Ernie Macmillan despite the protests of both participants.

"So, Feliciano what does it say?" Finland asked, curious as to what lay in his tea leaves.

Italy scrunched up his eyes in concentration, "Um, I don't know. They're in a funny shape…" He paused, trying to think. "Oh, I know! They seem to be in the shape of a sleigh. Like a Santa sleigh!" He announced, proud of himself.

"Really?" Finland asked, "Can I see?" Italy nodded and passed the cup over to Finland who beamed.

"Oh, wow! That's so cool! So, does the book have anything about Santa sleighs?"

Italy looked at the book contents and frowned, "Nope, how weird! It doesn't say anything at all about Santa sleighs."

Finland leant back in his chair, disappointed that his hadn't worked properly. "So, what does that say about me?" He asked, slightly worried.

"I know!" Italy replied happily. "It means you like Christmas!"

"I do like Christmas!" Finland smiled, "Your turn, Feliciano!"

The two nations with the use of the tea leaves discovered that Finland likes Christmas whilst Italy likes pasta. They could've made this connection without the tea leaves but they were either too happy or oblivious to care.


"So, what does this stupid pipe mean?" Ernie asked, scowling at the mug and then scowling at the book that hadn't provided any answers.

Russia grabbed the mug, and beamed, "Ah, that's the metal pipe of pain!" He announced, smiling childishly at Ernie.

"Pipe of pain?" Ernie sneered, "What kind of name is that?"

"Don't mock the pipe." Russia said, "It's my favourite toy." Ernie noticed that a strange purple aura had begun to glow around the Russian and he cowered behind a table, whimpering.

Needless to say, they probably wouldn't work together again.


"Oh, Lovi, your leaves are in the shape of a tomato!" Spain practically squealed at the Italian nation.

Said Italian scowled, "Let me see that, bastard." He grabbed the mug.

"See, it's a tomato!"

Romano blushed, "I can see that, bastard."

"Hello fratello! Hello Toni!"

Italy had already finished with his work so he decided to go and bother his brother.

"Oh, look Lovino, your leaves are in the shape of a tomato!"

Romano only glared at his brother, "Yes, we've already established that, idiot."

"That means you like tomatoes! Oh, and that you like Toni!" Italy, who can never read the atmosphere, chirped.

Romano's face turned a bright red, "How the hell does it mean that, you bastard?"

Spain chuckled, "Now you've gone as red as a tomato too! Aw, Lovi, that's so adorable."

"Leave me alone, you bastards!" Romano screeched before storming out of the classroom. Luckily, right at that moment Professor Trelawney announced that the lesson was finished and the class was dismissed, giving Spain and Italy the opportunity to run after Romano and apologise, though it was hardly their fault that he was such a tsundere.


The first day of learning at Hogwarts was finally done and all of the nations were seated together to eat dinner. Romano was still silently angry with Italy and Spain was trying to cheer him up. The Gryffindor nations were trying to get over their lesson with Snape that had not gone well due to them being late and America opening his big mouth and making the situation a whole lot worse.

"So, Liz, how did your day go?" Prussia asked, an arm wrapped loosely around Hungary's shoulder causing Austria to involuntarily scoot closer to the female nation.

"Awful." Hungary shuddered. "Snape is horrible. Potions is horrible."

"Aww, that's too bad, Liz. My day was awesome just like me! I am awesome, you know."

Austria scoffed, "Yes, you have only told us about a million times."

"Oh, shut up and play the piano already!" Prussia yelled at the Austrian.

Austria glared in response and continued eating his food, apparently not in the mood to argue.

Italy, sensing the atmosphere for once, decided to strike up conversation with the rest of the nations, "So, this Triwizard Tournament is pretty cool, right?"

France flipped his hair, "If you count getting nearly getting killed for entertainment "fun" then yes I guess so."

"Hey, frog, why don't you enter?" England asked sarcastically.

France pretended to look offended, "Oh, Arthur you wound me!"

"Aren't you gonna enter Alfred? It sounds like your kind of thing, eh?" Canada whispered.

America only laughed, "I'm glad you recognise my heroism, Mattie! See, Iggy at least someone supports me!"

England frowned, "It's because I don't want you to get killed, Alfred or blow all our covers."

America pouted, "I'm not gonna do that, Arthur!"

"We don't want to take that chance, Alfred." Germany interrupted.

"Fine." America huffed, "I gotta go use the bathroom." America left the table and stormed off.

"What just happened?" Denmark, who was being nosey, asked England.

England only sighed and ignored Denmark's question.

Norway rolled his eyes and addressed England, "You do know he's not gone to the bathroom, right?"

"What makes you think that?"

"He can read people easily." Iceland answered for the Norwegian, "And he's right, Alfred's not going to the bathroom."

"That bloody wanker!" Arthur cried before running off to find the American.


America held the slip of paper in his hands as he stared at the Goblet, he didn't want to go against England's wishes but he needed to prove himself. He needed to show that he was more than the little kid that England had raised, maybe then England would finally notice him the way America wanted to be noticed.

He stepped closer to the Goblet and held the slip of paper out with trembling fingers.

Why was he so nervous?

This tournament thing would be fine. Besides, he was a nation, they couldn't die. Prussia was a living proof of that. Anyway, he was America! The strongest nation in the world, he could handle some stupid contest.

Making a decision, he moved forward so that he was directly over the Goblet and he opened his hand. The piece of paper drifted as it floated downwards before landing in the Goblet.

America stepped back, knowing that there was no turning back now. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and left the room.

"Alfred!" America froze as he heard England's voice coming from directly behind him.

Smiling brightly, he turned to face his former guardian, "Hey, Artie!"

"Don't you "Hey Artie" me! What were you doing in that room?" His emerald eyes were practically ablaze with anger.

America rubbed his neck nervously, "Uh, IputmynameintheGobletofFire." He answered, really quickly in the hope that England didn't hear him.

"Say that again Alfred. Properly this time."

"Uh, I may or may not have accidentally put my name in the Goblet of Fire on the way to the bathroom…" America trailed off, not bothering to finish his excuse of an answer and prepared himself for the onslaught of British fury.

Instead he was met with something that made him feel even worse; disappointment. England's emerald eyes moved up to meet America's baby blues as he spoke.

"Alfred, I told you not to but you didn't listen, did you? Jesus Christ, Alfred what are you trying to prove? If you get chosen then you can put everyone in danger of being found out. But, you just don't care, do you? As long as you're the hero."

For once in his life America was speechless. "Uh, look don't worry, I probably won't even get picked." America knew that it was the wrong thing to say as England's eyes turned cold.

"You better hope not, Alfred." And England walked away leaving a dejected America behind.

It was then that America realised; He had done something really stupid.


A/N: Woo, I'm finally done! I'm so sorry for not updating sooner I just got hit with the worst writer's block. Ugh, it sucked.

Anyway, thanks to all who have followed and favourited so far. :)

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Au revoir!

~TheYellowBrickRoadToTheTARDIS.