Chapter 2
To Hogwarts!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hetalia. They belong to their respective creators. I only own my OCs.
A/N: Well after weeks of developing the first chapter, this one might also take a while. This series will go through all of Harry's life at Hogwarts, from the Sorcerer's Stone, to the Battle of Hogwarts. This is going by book, so this is the first Black Magic in the House. And you'd be surprised how many countries will be in this. Well, please Enjoy!
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Note that Translations are at the Bottom after the Ending Author's Note.
-At the End of Summer-
After waiting for Summer to end at the Leaky Cauldron, the Magic Trio packed their things. Though you have to admit, they did choose some strange pets and gave them strange names. Arthur got a grey tabby cat with shocking blue eyes that seem to pierce into your soul, Lukas had a snowy owl with piercing amber eyes that almost seem red if you were really far away, and Vladimir got a fruit bat, since he didn't want to look like a vampire too much, he didn't get the vampire bat. Arthur named the cat Richard, Lukas named the owl Skati, and Vlad named the bat Alexandru.
"Is everything packed and ready?" Arthur asked, as the Magic Trio was at King's Cross Train Station.
"Ja," Lukas responded.
"Yup!" Vlad cheered, showing a toothy grin, which showed his fangs.
"Then off we go!" Arthur declared, as the Magic Trio made their way to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
-Meanwhile-
"Ai ya!" China yelped as Korea groped him again.
"Aniki, your breasts are mine, da-ze!" Korea cheered.
"QUIET YOU BLOODY ROCKETS!" Scotland yelled at everyone with him, Wales, and N. Ireland.
Everyone with him quieted down. If you're wondering who's here, it's America, China, Japan, Italy, Romano, Spain, Egypt, Greece, Germany, Canada, Hungary, Austria, Prussia, Denmark, S. Korea, Philippines, Laos, Iceland, Finland, Sweden, France, Russia, Ukraine, Liechtenstein, the Baltics, Poland, and Switzerland. Scotland, Wales, and N. Ireland had a bad feeling about what was going on at Hogwarts, and sent the some other countries to keep an eye on them.
They were also at King's Cross Station, waiting a bit so that the Magic Trio do not spot them. So far, there was racket caused by China and Korea, who was now trying to find Japan.
-With the Magic Trio-
The Trio had walked for a bit through the station. Arthur said that Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was somewhere along between 9 and 10.
"Arthur, are you sure you know where you're going. It's almost Eleven 'o clock." Vladimir groaned, his legs tired from all the walking.
"Well, not really, Allistor never really told me." Arthur muttered.
However, as they passed by a mother who had five red-headed children with her, they heard her say, "-packed with Muggles, of course-"
The trio and another boy in front of them turned around to face the red-headed family and followed them to a brick pillar.
"Now, what's the platform number?" asked the boys' mother.
"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go..."
"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."
What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. The Trio and the boy watched, careful not to blink in cased they missed it-but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of them and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.
"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must've done so, because a second later, he had gone, but how had he done it?
Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier, he was almost there, and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't anywhere.
There was nothing else for it.
"Excuse me," the boy said to the plump woman, as the Magic Trio followed behind him.
"Hello, dear," she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too."
She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose. Then the woman noticed the Magic Trio.
"You three as well?" she asked Arthur.
"Yes ma'am." he replied.
"Yes," said the black haired boy. "The thing is-the thing is, I don't know how to-"
"How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly and the four boys nodded.
"Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."
"Er, okay," said Harry.
The boy pushed the trolley and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid.
He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. He walked more quickly. He was going to smash right into that barrier and then he'd be in trouble, leaning forward on his cart, he broke into a heavy run, the barrier was coming nearer and nearer, he wouldn't be able to stop, the cart was out of control, he was a foot away, he closed his eyes ready for the crash.
It didn't come...he kept on running...he opened his eyes.
A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. He had done it. A few seconds after that, Arthur came threw the wall, then Vladimir, and then Lukas.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and scraping of heavy trunks.
The Magic Trio left to put their luggage in an empty compartment, which was the same compartment that the boy they saw earlier was at. As the trio put their trunks and pets up at the compartment, the two red-headed twins from earlier came to help the boy. The Magic Trio couldn't help but overhear what they said after they helped.
"What's that?" said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at the boy's lightning scar.
"Blimey," said the other twin. "Are you-?"
"He is," said the first twin. "Aren't you?" he added to the boy.
"What?" the black haired boy said.
"Harry Potter," chorused the twins, which caught Arthur's attention and surprise, he almost dropped Vladimir's trunk on his foot.
"Oh, him," said Harry. "I mean, yes, I am."
The two boys gawked at him, and Harry felt himself turning red. Then, to his relief, a voice came floating in through the train's open door.
"Fred? George? Are you there?"
"Coming, Mom."
With a last look at Harry, the twins hopped off the train.
While the twins were preoccupied with their mother, on the other end of the train, Scotland, Wales, and N. Ireland were advising the other countries on how to keep an eye out on the Magic Trio.
"Ai ya!" China yelped as Korea once again groped him.
"Da-ze!" cheered Korea.
"Would you two stop!" Germany yelled at the two Asian nations.
"Alright, not only are you all gonna be transfers at Hogwarts, but you'll also help keep an eye out for Voldemort. When Harry Potter stopped him ten years ago, he escaped, so he ain't dead. You all need to keep an eye on me brother, Romania, Norway, and yourselves. Voldemort might be going after you all too. So be safe, Dumbledore already agreed for you all to come over so no worries." Scotland explained to them.
"Scottie there will be no worries, because I'M THE HERO!" America declared, making a few people stare at him.
"Just don't get yourselves killed." Wales replied.
"Will do bro!" America responded, giving him a thumbs-up.
"We'll send a letter after the first week to check up on you all. Now be safe." N. Ireland told them as the train blew its whistle.
The other countries got on the train and went into the compartments where their things were. The train slowly began to move as some kids stuck their heads out the window and waved back to their parents or relatives. With the Magic Trio and Harry, they just met.
"Hello there!" Vladimir greeted Harry as he sat next to him.
"H-Hello," Harry greeted, a little intimidated by Vlad's fang.
"I'm Vladimir! Nice to meet you!" cheerfully said Vladimir.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter." the boy greeted back.
"Hello, I'm Arthur, pleased to meet you." Arthur said, holding his hand out.
"Nice to meet you too." Harry replied, shaking Arthur's hand and then turned to Lukas.
"Lukas," stated the Norwegian silently.
"Er, hi." he replied.
Houses flashed past the windows as the four of them went into a conversation. Harry felt a great leap of excitement. He didn't know what he was going to, but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.
The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest red-headed boy came in.
"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing to the seat opposite of Harry. "Everywhere else is full."
Harry shook his head and the boy sat down right beside Arthur. He glanced at Harry and then looked quietly out the window, pretending he hadn't looked. Harry saw he still had a black mark on his nose.
"Hey, Ron."
The twins were back.
"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train, Erika Allenson tipped us off that Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," mumbled Ron.
"Harry," said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasly. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then."
"Bye," said Harry and Ron as the Magic Trio stayed silent. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" both Ron and Arthur blurted out.
Harry nodded.
"Oh, well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes." said Ron. "And have you really got, you know..."
He pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar. Ron and the Magic Trio stared.
"So that's where You-Know-Who...?"
"Yes," said Harry, "but I can't remember it."
"Nothing?" Arthur said eagerly.
"Well, I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else."
"Wow," said Ron.
He sat and stared at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.
"Are all you family wizards?" asked Harry, who found Ron, Lukas, Vladimir, and Arthur just as interesting as Ron found him.
"Er, yes, I think so," said Ron. "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."
"My mom was a witch, but I don't know much about my dad since he died before I was born." Arthur said, which is half the truth, Britannia, his mother DID know magic, and it was passed down to her children since then, but he had no father, though he did believe Roman Empire had something to do with it.
"I think so too. Up north we have lots of creatures like trolls, giants, and all that. And most of my family are wizards." Lukas explained quietly, which is also half the truth, Vikings did believe in Magic, because of Ancient Runes and the multiple Gods such as Odin and Thor.
"I never knew my parents, so I'm not sure, I only have a little brother. But Arthur's mom took me in." Vladimir replied, scratching the back of his neck.
"Then you must know loads of magic already."
The Weaslys were clearly one of those old wizarding families the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about. Though he wasn't sure about the other three.
"I heard you went to live with Muggles," said Ron. "What are they like?"
"Horrible, well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers."
"Five," said Ron.
"Four," muttered Arthur.
For some reason, they both looked gloomy, though Arthur's produced a little purple aura.
"I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left, Bill was Head Boy and Charlie was captian of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat."
Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat grey rat, which was asleep.
"His name is Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made prefect, but they couldn't aff- I mean I got Scabbers instead."
Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to think he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window. Then Harry turned to Arthur.
"Allistor, Dylan, Patrick, and Damian also left. Though I remember they got in trouble quite a lot." explained Arthur. "Though I've always wondered how they still got good marks."
Harry nodded and then turned his attention and thoughts back to Ron. Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. After ll, he'd never had any money in his life until a month ago, and he told Ron so, all about having to wear Dudley's old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. This seemed to cheer Ron up.
-With the Other Countries-
Even though some of the countries were in different compartments, some would get up and visit each other every now and then.
"I vonder vhat Hogvarts is like. Hope zhey have beer, right Vest?" Prussia asked Germany, who grunted in response."
"Ve!~ Ludwig, do they have-a pasta at Hogwarts?" Italy asked the taller-by eight inches German.
"Zhey might have some Feliciano." Germany responded.
With the other four Nordics, well, Denmark was being 'annoying as hell' as Norway would put it. Iceland was playing with Mr. Puffin and Finland was playing with Hanatamago, while Sweden just looked out of the window. Spain was fawning over his daughter, Philippines, and Romano. While Laos was trying to keep S. Korea from groping China and Japan. The Baltics, Poland, Russia, and Ukraine were well trying to recover their 'bond' together. Bulgaria was with America, Canada, Liechtenstein, and Switzerland, also discussing somethings. The rest of the countries were either visiting each other or staying and talking with their friends. Though some of them were smart and decided to put on their Hogwarts robes on early.
-With Harry, Ron, and the Magic Trio-
A few things happend to them as the train exited London and passed by farms and green fields. A cart came by with a smiling, dimpled woman pushing it. Harry got a little of everything and shared it with Ron, Arthur, Lukas, and Vladimir. Then a round faced boy came by looking for his toad, which none of the boys saw. Later, a girl named Hermione Granger came in also looking for the toad. She caught Ron in the middle of casting a spell on Scabbers, and failed. She showed the boys a spell that ended up fixing Harry's glasses. A few hours after she left, the pale boy Harry met in Diagon Alley came with two others. He introduced himself as Draco Malfoy, and beside him were Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Malfoy tried to convince Harry that he and him would be great friends and that he should not get mixed with the wrong sort. Harry refused his offer, and then came a big fight, and involved Lukas threatening Malfoy into submission if they dared piss them off again. With that, Malfoy and his posse left their compartment, but that did not stop Hermione to give them a lecture.
When she told them that they would be arriving soon, she advised them to change into their robes. When she left, they quickly did.
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to school separately."
Harry's stomach lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked pale under his freckles, but Lukas, Arthur, and Vlad seemed calm. All four of them crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor. However, as they went through, Arthur, Vlad, and Lukas could've SWORN they saw the other countries.
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Harry and a few other shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a familiar voice:
"Firs' years! Firs' years over hear! All right there, Harry?"
Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.
"C'mon, follow me, any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No mor'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats in the water by the shore. Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by Neville and Hermione. The Magic Trio's boat was joined by a sandy haired boy.
"Everybody in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a bot to himself. "Right then, FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they bent all their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" sad Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
"Trevor!" cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands.
Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.
"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?"
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
A/N: Alright! Finished! Hope you all enjoyed this! Since we are now entering the sorting, it has been decided by the reviewers that the following would be placed in the following houses:
Arthur Kirkland: Slytherin
Lukas Bondevick: Ravenclaw
Vladimir Popescu: Gryffindor
Now we have the OTHER countries to worry about. The countries are the following:
America: Alfred F. Jones
China: Yao Wang
Japan: Kiku Honda
Italy: Feliciano Vargas
Romano: Lovino Vargas
Spain: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Egypt: Gupta Muhammad Hassan
Greece: Hercules Karpusi
Germany: Ludwig Beilshmidt
Canada: Matthew Williams
Hungary: Elizabeta Hédeváry
Austria: Roderich Edelstein
Prussia: Gilbert Beilshmidt
Denmark: Matthias Kohler
S. Korea: Im Yong Soo
Philippines: Maria Clara de la Cruz
Laos: Noi Chanthavong
Iceland: Emil Steilsson
Finland: Tino Väinämöinen
Sweden: Berwald Oxenstierna
France: Francis Bonnefoy
Russia: Ivan Braginski
Ukraine: Katyusha Braginskaya
Liechtenstein: Lili Zwingli
Lithuania: Toris Lorinaitis
Estonia: Eduard von Bok
Latvia: Ravis Galante
Poland: Feliks Łukasiewicz
Switzerland: Vash Zwingli
So if you any idea what houses these people should be in, PM or review! I would really appreciate it. Though I already know where some might be, but I want your opinion! Thank you very much! Thanks to all who favored, followed, reviewed, and read the story! This is a little something so you can't mix up the Kirkland Brothers:
Scotland: Allistor Kirkland
Wales: Dylan Kirkland
Northern Ireland: Patrick Kirkland
Southern Ireland: Damien Kirkland
Well that's all! Thank you all! Hope you enjoyed it all!
Hasta La Pasta!~