Summary: (Harry Potter / Hetalia Axis Powers Crossover) England decides to teach at Hogwarts to keep an eye on the Boy Who Lived. But the famous Trio (Harry, Ron, Hermione) are becoming suspicious of their new profesor... Can England keep his status as a country a secret? And what does Voldemort want with him?

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England

England stormed into his office, controlling himself just enough to not slam the door and shatter it into a million splinters. Brandee scampered in behind him, her fur raised on end as she sensed her master's displeasure. Fearfully she ran and hid on one of his padded chairs, making herself as small as possible

Fuming, he snatched up a spare piece of parchment and his dark green and gold fountain pen. He began to write, his pen scratching furiously against the paper as he vented all of his anger at America.

Alfred,

I'd like to inform you that I am NOT impressed with that move you pulled with Howler. In fact, I'm disgusted. I have just been completely embarrassed in front of the entire institution. If you were so angry at me, you could have sent just a regular old, PRIVATE letter. Not some screaming howler. Do you have ANY idea how much I want to strangle you or box your ears right now?

Writing down this rant had exhausted some of England's temper, and now he was left with just a feeling of severe annoyance. He reviewed what he had written so far and found it a little harsh on the boy. Still, Alfred deserved it and needed to be told exactly how England felt about that stunt he had pulled. If Alfred was under any delusions that he could just send England a howler without England getting pissed, he was sorely mistaken. This lecture England had enclosed in his letter was England's own form of retaliation for this offence.

All grievances against you aside, I want to warn you about something, Alfred. Hogwart's may not be... safe. There's a Ministry woman here, and some children in the school have Death Eaters as parents. Yes, Voldemort is BACK, Alfred, and as bad as ever unfortunately... My point is that you should be careful about what you send me. I suspect that the woman from the Ministry may resort to reading private mail in the future in hopes of discovering Dumbledore's plans. If you send me anything sensitive to our... status, she may stumble across it.

Give this letter to Matthew when you're done with it. No doubt he's with you at the moment or is somewhere nearby, since I hear there's a meeting in Belgium going on right now. I swear, sometimes you two are so inseparable, that I've found it pointless in this case to send you both separate letters. You'll probably just read each other's mail anyways.

England then moved a few lines down, leaving a large space between what he had just written and began to write a whole new paragraph, this one considerably smaller than the last.

Matthew,

Thank you for trying. Alfred can be impulsive sometimes, but I'm glad you at least tried to convince him not to do the deed. Keep trying to keep a handle on Alfred, will you? And stay safe.

-Arthur

England folded the parchment and tucked it into an envelope, sealing it tightly. Now all he had to do was go down to the Owlery and mail this off. Hopefully Alfred would get the hint to stay away from Howlers from now on.

Harry

/Night/

A fire flickered merrily in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione had a book open on her lap as she sat on the ground, and Ron and Harry were seated in their favourite pair of chairs almost directly in front of the fire-place, where they could get the most heat.

Fred and George had dropped by to say hi, and their way of "saying hi" included badgering Ron. What are brothers for, right?

Fred Weasley rubbed a knuckled-fist against Ron's head, ruffling it and making Ron look quite ridiculous.

"Oi, bugger off!" yelled Ron, shoving his laughing and breathless brother away to rub at his hair, trying to return it to normal. His face was beet red and Hermione and Harry couldn't help but let out a little chuckle at Ron's expense.

Ron glared at them both. "Traitors," he growled under his breath.

"Just some brotherly love, Ronald," shrugged George, grinning crookedly. "No need to get your knickers in a twist."

Ron muttered darkly to himself and skulked in his seat.

Harry was glad to see the twins again. They had been busy lately inventing and testing new products for their joke shop (of which Hermione severely disapproved) that Harry hadn't seen them much. Ron, on the other hand, was not quite as thrilled to have his two older brother's attention directed at him again.

"So, Harry, we hear you're setting up some secret DADA club in Hogsmeade next weekend," commented Fred. "Sounds pretty wicked, count us in mate." George nodded along with his brother's words.

Harry didn't know whether to feel relieved or sick to the stomach knowing that he would be teaching the Weasley twins. At least someone was coming that he knew... but what if no one liked the way he taught?

These worries continued to plague Harry's mind, but he forced them to the back of his mind so that by the time the Hogsmeade trip came, he wouldn't be a nervous wreck.

/Two Days Later/...

Harry woke up one morning feeling disappointed. He had been dreaming... It hadn't exactly been a happy or comforting dream, and yet he hadn't quite been having a nightmare either... These last few nights Harry had been dreaming about a long, dark corridor with a door at the end. In the dream, he had felt this unquenchable desire to go to that door, to open it and unlock its secrets... Despite Harry's burning curiosity and determination, the corridor felt endless, and not matter how fast he ran, he could only just barely touch the door nob before something woke him up and the knob would slip from his grasp... He had felt SO close tonight to finally opening the door in his dream this time, and yet at the same time he had been so far from his goal...

Sighing, Harry stretched and muttered himself. He didn't know what his dreams meant, or even if they meant anything at all, but that mysterious door always seemed to stand boldly somewhere in Harry's subconsciousness, awaiting Harry the moment his head hit his pillow at night.

Ron began to stir moments after Harry. "'Mornin' Harry..." he mumbled in a muffled voice. "What's the plan today?"

"Potions, DADA, Herbology... and Hermione insisted that we come with her to the library today," Harry yawned. Ron let out a groan at his friend's words.

A few hours and a horrendous class with Snape later and Harry and Ron found themselves in the library with Hermione, who had steadily indulged herself deeper and deeper into her independent research. As was the norm, Hermione had an array of books open to various spots crowded around her on a table. Her eyes darted between various books, and occasionally she let out little growls of frustration. Harry and Ron were bored out of their minds watching this display.

"...Why did we come here again?" whispered Ron, on the verge of sleep.

Eventually, Hermione threw her hands up in the air and let out a groan of disgust, her face defeated and sullen.

"Don't tell me the might Hermione, Lord of the Books, has finally given up?" said Ron, raising an eyebrow.

"I can't find ANYTHING," Hermione said in disbelief, resting her head on her hand grumpily. "I've looked and looked and looked... and after that, I looked even harder! I can't find anything about someone erasing Ministry records in the past, so I don't know if its possible that Kirkland's records may not be there. I ALSO checked the Hogwarts school records that we have in the library. They date all the way back to when Hogwarts was first founded, but I couldn't find a single 'Arthur Kirkland' besides some kid in Slytherin from nearly 1000 years ago who only attended briefly. That means that Kirkland must have lied to Umbridge about going to Hogwarts, or that there was some mix-up and his name simply isn't here, which I doubt."

"That's a little strange, isn't it?" asked Harry. Why would Kirkland lie to Umbridge?

"It seems suspicious, if you ask me," said Ron, lowering his voice a bit. "I mean, what do we know about Kirkland anyways? He seems like a decent guy, but what if he's another teacher who's just pretending to be something he's not? Or someone who only accepted the job to spy or something... Remember Quirrel? And "Mad-eye" from last year?"

Harry shuddered. Ron was right. Lately Hogwarts hadn't exactly had the greatest history with new Professors... there had been exceptions, like Lupin for example, but for the most part...

"I don't know, Ron. I really don't know," Hermione said, shaking her head helplessly.

/

England

England received a reply from Alfred two days after he had gotten America's Howler. He read it in his bedroom, lying face-up on his bed with Brandee curled up comfortably on his chest, closely resembling a fluffy ball of white, orange, and black fur. (England had given up trying to get Brandee to give him some space. It was a lost cause... He had never seen such devotion in a cat before).

Dear Mr. Arthur English Spazzy-Pants

...Began the letter. England growled to himself. Alfred... he mentally cursed the younger Nation.

...Sorry, that was a little immature, but I couldn't resist. There's no need to freak out so much. I'm sorry, okay? THERE I SAID IT HA! See, I can be mature when I want to be.

Moving on. Are you absolutely sure that... He is back? It was hell last time, and even wizards in MY home were affected by it. There were rumours that You-know-who was planning on taking over other parts of Europe before moving on to North America... I remember Mattie was particularly worried about it.

England frowned at this paragraph. America was right... England had always known deep down that You-Know-Who would never be content with his power being contained in England's borders, and that he would never be satisfied with simply ruling the UK. No, it had always been a burden on England's mind to know that if he couldn't repel You-Know-Who and ended up being taken that the Dark Lord would commence with his grand plan. Likely You-Know-Who would have eventually begun a conquest on some other parts of the world in order to spread his sick disease of tyranny across the globe... That was why the pressure was on England to not fail in ensuring that Potter one day took care of the Dark Lord, for good.

Shaking his head to clear these dark thoughts England read on.

Fine, I'll try and take your advice and be careful about what I write in my letters from this point on. If this "Ministry Woman" gets enough power in the school, you're hooped England. :)

At the end of this sentence a small smiley face was drawn. England smiled despite himself, though America's words had chilled him a bit. Alfred was right... If Fudge gave Umbridge enough authority... England shuddered to think of it.

On that happy note... stay cool Iggy!

England sat up, startling Brandee who jumped off his bed with an agitated hiss.

He had to get rid of this letter, as well as any documents he had gotten from Wales... Alfred's letter had made England feel a sudden sense of paranoia. He absolutely could NOT allow anyone to find out who and what he and the other countries were. England crumpled the letter and threw it in his fireplace, watching the paper slowly turn black and shrivel up. Next he went to his office and pulled out his drawer with the letters from Wales, dumping those in the fireplace and burning them as well. There had to be another, safer way for England to communicate with his fellow Nations other than written letters...

Somewhere.

It was dark and cold in Chippenham, Wiltshire. Most people were asleep, but a few continued to wander the sleeping town.

The night air hung heavily around a dark-cloaked man as he cautiously made his way through the relatively empty streets, street lamps casting a dull glow on his form. The man's face was invisible behind the deep shadows caused by the cowl and hood of his black cloak, which blended almost perfectly into the night. The man's overall bearing was of one who didn't want to be found or seen.

The man in the black cloak ducked into a nearby house, one that didn't look abandonded but at the same time seemed to have a sort of emptiness and danger to it...

As soon as the man stepped into the house his body-language instantly relaxed, betraying his relief to be out of plain sight.

There to meet the man when he entered was a short figure who at first glance greatly resembled a human-sized Rat. With watery eyes, disheveled mousey hair, a pointed nose, it was easy to compare him with a rodent. However, his most prominent feauture was his right hand, which was transculscent and blue, and shimmered like a glove weaved from molten silver.

"Password?" squeaked the rat-like man, twitching and shifting.

"Immortalis," hissed the second man who had just entered. He smiled a bit, then. "How are you enjoying your new job, Wormtail?" he asked cruelly and mockingly, grinning.

"Shut up, Travers," Wormtail huffed moodily, his eyes dark. "I'm not some sort of assistant... I can be more useful to the Dark Lord if only he trusted me to do more than his dirty work..."

Travers' wicked grin widened. "Be careful, Wormtail. You wouldn't want the Dark Lord to know of your dissaproval..."

"Don't torment me," growled Wormtail, though his eyes darted around nervously at Traver's barely veiled threat. "You'd better hurry, almost everyone's here and the he doesn't apprecite tardiness," Wormtail threw back, his-washed out eyes narrowed.

"Ta, Peter!" taunted Travers', throwing a final insult over his shoulder as he stepped around Wormtail's stooped form and walked further into the house.

The interior of the house was dark and bare, though it could have been a happier place at some point before it had been invaded by dark magic... It had once belonged to a family of muggles, but no more. The Dark Lord had purged the building of all filth. Travers navigated his way through the building with relative ease, which showed that this was not his first time visiting here.

He came to a large, wooden door and pushed it open, where it swung forward to reveal a room that had once been a master bedroom, but was now relatively empty save for a long table. Seated at the table where a number of individuals, all familiar to Travers. At the head of the table sat an individual who stood out more than the rest, emenating an aura of fear and evil. He was extremely pale, as if his skin had never seen sunlight, and his red eyes had snake-like slits for pupils. Where there should have been a nose there was simply two thin slits that flared open as he breathed. Most of the people at the table seemed to shy away from this... man, except for a woman who leaned close towards him, basking in his presence. This person was obviously the one in charge.

He was Voldemort, the Dark Lord.

"Welcome, Travers. Now nearly everyone is here, except for Severus, of course, who has been held up at Hogwarts. But that can't be helped..." said Voldemort, his voice smooth and powerful, and at the same time raspy like a snake's hiss. It was a disturbing combination to have in a voice... "Soon we will be able to begin..."

Travers sat himself down at one of the empty chairs at the table and waited. Later a few more people came in after him, including Snape, and finally they were all in attendance.

The Dark Lord stood, and everyone's attention was immediately riveted to him.

"I have called you all here, my beloved friends, because I have just discovered something important... something that I think you all ought to be aware of..." Voldemort stood up and began to pace, his red eyes facing straight ahead. Voldemort abruptly stopped and turned to face one of his Death Eaters. "Goyle!" he snapped, startling the poor man.

"Y-yes, my Lord?" said Goyle, straightening a bit taller.

"Is immortality unachievable?" Voldemort asked, his bloody eyes piercing into Goyle Sr, who squirmed under his Master's gaze.

"...W-we, we thought so, my Lord," began Goyle uncertainly. "B-but then you did the impossible. You truly are the conqueror of death." Other Death Eaters murmured in agreement.

The Dark Lord swiftly turned, the black robes he was wearing whipping around with the motion. "I once thought that as well..." he said in a low voice, facing away from the table. "But now I am questioning my so called... immortality. I thought that I was as close as possible to life without end... But after a bit of digging, I have uncovered an ancient secret... something that has been kept hidden for millennia."

"What is that? My Lord?" inquired Snape in a monotone, but nevertheless curious voice.

"..." Voldemort was slow to answer, as if he was deep in thought. "There is another form of immortality out there in this world, and it is wide-spread, across the globe... but it is only present in a few select personages." At their Lord's revelation there some surprised murmurs throughout the occupants of the room.

"Are you sure, my Lord? How did you find out this? Who are they?" asked one Death Eater, his face full of wonder and fear.

"Yes, I am sure," barked Voldemort, displeased and angry that he had been questioned by one of his followers. "There are many sources all pointing to their existance, and plenty of proof, however I will keep my methods to myself. As for who they are, or rather what they are, well... I am not yet sure of their exact identities. I only have descriptions, past locations and events... They seem to follow some of the main events of history, believe it or not, as if they are attracted to places where the most momentous events are happening. I do know this though... there is at least one living right here in England that I know of... "

There was silence for a minute as everyone considered this new interesting bit information they had just been presented. Sure, it was interesting, and no one dared to doubt the Dark Lord, but how did this concern them?

"I want him." said Voldemort. "Alive. Although that shouldn't be a problem, seeing as how his kind presumably can't be killed in combat."

Though no one made a sound, Voldemort could sense the questioning and confusion at this statement.

"I know some of you are wondering at my motivations... all you need to know is that I am intrigued by his... long life. I want to see if the rumours are true, if these beings are truly as resilient as Historians labelled as insane claim them to be."

The gathering of Death Eaters all nodded in agreement, listening intently, no one daring to cross their Master's wishes.

Voldemort smiled, but it wasn't a smile of true happiness, but of power-lust and sick blood-thirstiness.

"Gentlemen, when this is all over, I promise you that Potter will be dead, all of Great Britain under my influence, power beyond reckoning within our reach, and the Prophesy in my grasp..."

And thus the plot was made.

Author's Note (Please Read): (btw I go back and try and fix some mistakes later on)

EDIT: Seriously, I'm getting a lot of views for this chapter, and not a lot of reviews. Making it a priority to take the time to leave a thoughtful review makes updating a main priority for me.

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Reason 1: Two days ago on Wednesday (so that would 12/03/2014), I went skiing with a friend and ended up on a ski-lift with a man from England. His brother, Niall, was staying in Canada and had been my teacher for a brief time that day as he gave me a lesson. It wasn't really a shock to me to find out where they were both from, after all there is a decent amount of Brits in my community, and even more come over to the relatively quiet ski-hills in the area for some good skiing. (There's also some Aussies that live here or just visit). But anyways, hearing that he was from England made me think of Iggy himself, of course! And this really struck me with some powerful inspiration, and I would have finished this chapter in half the time if only I hadn't gotten myself grounded for spending too much time on my laptop XD.

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