Here comes a 2,000 word chapter! Enjoy!

Oh, the reason why I didn't update this is because I was in Australia on a vacation, thus no internet.

The HERO's POV

"Tino Vay-nah-Moi-nen," Professor Flitwick called out.

"It's Vah-ee-nah-moi-nen, Professor Flitwick," Tino corrected the teacher politely.

The tiny teacher blushed a bit, but nodded. Alfred didn't care if Tino's last name was pronounced incorrectly. After all, his last name was pronounced correctly, and that was the only thing that mattered- he was the hero!

~FILLER~

Harry's POV

The ghosts didn't help Harry with adjust to the school. It was always a shock when one of them glided suddenly through a door you were trying to open. In Alfred's case, it was more than just a shock. He fainted every. Single. Time. Nearly headless Nick was always happy to point new Gryffindors in the right direction, but Peeves the Poltergeist was worth two locked doors and a trick staircase if you met him when you were late for class (Because of this, Alfred was never late and/or never attended some classes like History Of Magic, which was taught by a ghost).

Peeves would drop wastepaper baskets on your head, pull rugs from under your fee, pelt you with bits of chalk, or sneak up behind you, invisible, grab your nose and screech, "GOT YOUR CONK!"

Even worse than Peeves, if it was possible, was the caretaker, Argus Filch. Harry and Rob managed to get on the wrong side of him on their very first morning. Filch found them trying to force their way through a door that unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor. He wouldn't believe they were lost, was sure they were trying to break into it on purpose, and threatening to lock them in the dungeons hen they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing.

Filch owned a cat called Mrs Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamp-like eyes just like Filch's. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just a toe out of line, and she'd whisk off for Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone (Except, perhaps, the Weasley twins), and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts. The students (including the transfers) all disliked/hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs Norris a good kick.

And then, once you had managed to find them, there were the classes themselves. There was a lot more to magic, as Harry quickly found out, than waving your wands and saying a few funny words.

They had to study the night skies through a their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. Three times a week they went out to greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for. Easily the most boring class was History Of Magic (which Alfred, whom everyone learned had Phasmophobia, did not attend), which was the only one taught by a ghost.

Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates, and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand up on a pile of book to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight.

Professor McGonagall was again different. Harry had been quite right to think she wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her class. She also had a private chat with Alfred after the class because he kept interrupting her.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started turning it into a needle. By the end of the lesson (which included Alfred and Tino accidentally burning up their matches), only Hermione Granger and Arthur Kirkland had made any difference to their matches at all. Actually, Arthur had successfully turned his match into a needle!

Professor McGonagall showed the class Arthur's needle and Hermione's half-needle (her match had gone all silver and pointy) and gave them a rare smile.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. He insisted teaching all four houses at the same time, so all the transfers had immediately grouped up together for whatever reason, and Harry got to meet first-years from other houses.

Quirrell's classroom smelled strongly of Garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he's met in Romani and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. At this, the whole class turned to look a Vladimir Lupei, who was from Romania and looked like a stereotypical vampire. He even had a fang! But everyone stopped staring because Lukas Bondevik, Tino Vainamoinen and Arthur Kirkland were giving them withering looks, Vladimir was sticking his tongue out, Alfred looked like he wanted to beat someone up, and Oliver Kirkland, Emil Steilsson and Singa-Phoenix Lim Jia Qing-just looked bored yet menacing at the same time. (A/N: I purposely left Canada out on this one. Poor Mattie :'( [He's in Hufflepuff] )

Quirrell's turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you gift for getting rid of a zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. Some of the transfers-*cough*Alfred*cough*-actually snorted at this and declared it a lie, but everyone ignored him. When Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather. Everyone in the class also noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

Harry was very relieved to find out that he wasn't miles behind everyone else. Lots of people had come from Muggle families and, like him, hadn't any idea that they were witches or wizards. There was so much to learn that even people like Ron didn't have much of a head start.

Awesome and Fabulous heroic time-a skip brought to you by Lord Doitsu's Flying Chocolate Bunny

"What have we got today?" Harry asked Ron as he poured sugar in his porridge.

Alfred had overheard replied while munching on a hamburger from god-knows-where, "D''ble P't''ns S''pe"

"Wha?"

"Do''le 'ti'ns ''th Sn'pe," Alfred said, slurping come Coca-Cola (also from somewhere over the rainbow) loudly.

"Sorry, can you say it again?"

Ron interrupted the 'conversation', "Double Potions with Snape and the Slytherins. Snape's the Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them- we'll be able to see if it's true."

"Wish McGonagall favoured us," said Alfred, unwrapping another burger and practically inhaling it.

Just then, the mail arrived. Harry had gotten used to hundreds of owls streaming into the Great Hall, so he patiently waited for Hedwig. She hadn't brought Harry anything do far. She sometimes flew in to nibble his ear and have a bit of toast before going off to sleep in the owlery with the other school owls. This morning, however, she fluttered down between the marmalade ad the sugar bowl and dropped a note onto Harry's plate.

Harry tore it open at once. It said, in a very untidy scrawl:

Dear Harry,

I know you get your Friday afternoons off, so would you

like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three?

I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an

answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid.

Harry borrowed Ron's quill, scribbled Yes, please, see you later on the back of the note, and sent Hedwig off again.

Then he was about to start eating when there was a collective gasp among all the students in the hall. Harry looked up and took in a sharp breath. Two new birds flew in, and they weren't owls. They were birds of prey.

Bald eagles.

'What were they doing here?' was Harry's first thought, his mouth dropping open. One of the bald eagles was colored normally, with a white head, curved yellow beak and chocolate-brown flight feathers. But the other was colored differently. The other one had a completely black head and brownish-whitish-greyish flight feathers. It's beak was sharp, curved and also completely grey. It's menacing eyes, instead of an alert yellow, was blood red and filled with a sort of lust. It' talons were visible while the normal bald eagles' was not.

~Awesome, heroic and-a fabulous time travel back to an hour before!~

Scotland's POV

"A howler?" Alastair Kirkland, also known as the republic of Scotland, suggested, his voice uncertain.

"What's that, da ze?"

"It's, ah, a letter that 'speaks' its contents to the receiver."

"I knew that, da ze! Because howlers or-" Im Yong Soo, also known as South Korea, was cut off as his elder brother China covered his mouth. On the other side, Denmark was arguing with Sweden. "C'mon!" Denmark shouted. "Don't you want to send a talking letter to your 'wife'?"

"I d'n't th'nk m' w'fe would w'nt th't."

"At least just say something! Like vote for using the howler!"

"N'pe."

"...I can't believe I'm saying this... but... PLEASE! I WANNA SEND A TALKING LETTER TO NORGE!"

"I d'n't th'nk he'd l'ke th't. "

"FINE! HAVE IT YOUR WAY! I'M GONNA GO AND DRINK SOME DANISH BEER!"

And somewhere near a corner, the usual 'conversation' between Austria, Hungary, Prussia and Switzerland was happening. Except Hungary was a bit hesitant in whacking Prussia's head, as if she was thinking about something else.

Suddenly, there was a loud THUD! as a mirror toppled off the shelf and hit the table. Then, a flurry of curses came from the mirror. Following the cusses were loud complaints that, with the cussing removed, basically said, 'Why did you do that? Is it impossible for you to keep quiet?"

The 2P!s had been spying on them. They were probably also interested in using a howler. Because Allen was just dying to get a chance to embarrass Oliver and swear in front of him without having to pay the swear jar.

Alastair leaned back into his chair, thinking. He wouldn't lose anything if he refused to give them a howler, but if he did...

He smirked. "All right."

~Back to present time!~

The two 'eagles' swooped down and dropped the letters on Arthur Kirkland's plate. Arthur stared at the red envelope for a while looking stunned, his mouth moving yet making no sound. Ron was staring at the letter, equally shocked.

"It's their first week!" he said, paling. "How could they already get a-"

"Howler," Arthur said, equally pale. "It's a... howler."

Then Arthur's green eyes widened for a fraction of a second as one letter started to smoke. "IT'S A BLOODY HOWLER!" he, er, howled, grabbing Alfred's wrist and starting to drag him out of the hall. "COME ON!" he yelled, beckoning to the other transfers.

Alfred's twin-what's his name?-Matthew followed the green-eyed boy and Francis eyed the letter with distaste, as if criticizing it. Lukas, from the Slytherin table, was positively livid, his usually emotionless blue eyes furious and narrowed.

The three, Alfred, Arthur and Matthew, were barely a meter away from the table when the first letter, delivered by the normal-looking bald eagle, exploded, and a loud voice filled the hall, making many students, including Harry, cover their ears. Yet, their attempts to stop the sound from entering their ears were in vain as the loud voice still could be heard very clearly even with their fingers stuffed in their ears.

"HOWLERS ORIGINATED FROM KOREA DA-ZE!"

Who do you want to be in the Howler? One is for the 1P! nations, the other is for the 2P! nations!