Wahh! I'm so sorry I didn't post yesterday! I was at a my friends house so I couldn't, especially since I don't have my own computer. I am planning to do some interesting things with Canada not being in a house, especially seeing as he can enter any common rooms.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter.
The next day, Harry awoke to find Matthew already awake and dressed. He was staring at his wand. Harry squinted, looking more closely at the wand. It was made of some sort of lightly coloured wood, but seemed to be painted a dark red. Bands of gold and silver metal encircled the base of the wand. What looked like small rubies and sapphires studded the tip of the wand, and it had a beautiful but worn quality to it. Harry had never seen anything like it, it seemed really old but in good condition. Matthew was rubbing the base of the wand, and he had tears in his eyes. Harry shifted slightly, and Matthew looked up from the wand, indicating he heard Harry. Wiping away the tears, Matthew put away the mysterious wand.
By the time Harry was at breakfast the memory of Matthew crying over his wand had almost faded away, and Harry thought he might have dreamed the whole thing.
Ron nudged his shoulder, "Look, first we've got double potions with Snape, that's not going to be fun. Then we have transfiguration with McGonagall, and history of magic. They say McGonagall is really strict." Ron was pointing to their schedule.
Harry nodded, to show he understood, but didn't say anything because his mouth was full. Looking over at Alfred Harry noticed he had no qualms about talking with his mouth full. He was having an animated conversation with another Gryffindor, and bits of food were flying everywhere. Malfoy sauntered over to Harry's table.
Looking at Alfred he loudly said to his goons, "Gryffindor's table manners are worse than my friend's. Oh yeah, my friends a dog." Suddenly Malfoy was lifted into the air and thrown against the wall, seemingly by an invisible force. Harry looked around and noticed Matthew staring intently at Malfoy. Catching Harry's eye, he winked. Harry decided to find out more about the mysterious Matthew.
Harry shivered, the dungeons were cold. The teacher hadn't arrived yet, and Harry wondered what he would be like. He had heard a lot of bad things about Professor Snape from Ron, but he was a teacher so he couldn't be that bad, right? The doors slammed open, and Snape swept in to the class room. stnading at the front of the class, he began to take attendance. When he reached Harry's named, he sneered, "Harry Potter, our new celebrity." His black eyes were cold, and leering. "You are here to learn the subtle art of potion making. As there is little foolish wand waving here, many of you will hardly believe it is magic. I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquid that seep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . . I can teach ou how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a group of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Many of the Slytherins laughed, and Snape continued to take attendance. He reached Matthew's name (he was taking classes with the Gryffindors) Matthew responded, however Snape seemed to not here.
Snape called Matthew's name again, and this time he responed more loudly, " I'm right here Professor Snape sir!" and still Snape didn't notice. The other students started to whisper, asking each other who Matthew Williams was. Harry was both surprised and annoyed, Matthew had made such a commotion at the sorting, yet none of the other students seemed to notice him.
Then Alfred stood up and, pointing at his brother, loudly exclaimed, "Dudes, Matthew's right here, he's already told you that." At this point, Mathew was standing up and waving his arms. Snaped finally saw Matthew, and after telling him to sit down, continued with the class.
THey were making a simple potion to heal boils. Matthew and Hermione's potions both turned out perfectly, however Neville's was a disaster.
As they were heading to next class, transfiguration, Harry whispered to Ron, "You were right, I hate Snape already."
At the back of the group of Gryffindors Canada sighed. His potion had been perfect, however none had noticed, just like last time. Everyone would forget him eventually, just like last time he had been to Hogwarts.