A continuation of Beauxbatons, sort of. It's set in their later years.

I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter.

"But this place is so girly!"

"Not really."

"Yeah. It is. It's sparkly and fruu-fruu-y. I really wanted to go to Hogwarts. I heard Harry Potter started there the year before us and even met You-Know-Who a few times!"

"Don't complain, Al," Matthew warned quietly. "He was in a bunch of danger. He could have been killed or worse! Besides, wouldn't you miss your sister?"

Alfred harrumphed. "Yeah. But she doesn't even come close to having the Harry Potter as a classmate. That would be so cool! I bet I would have been a Gryffindor too!"

Matthew smiled silently, nodded after his friend. Once Alfred got on about Hogwarts there was little that could stop him until he tired himself out.

"Hey, isn't that your cousin?" Alfred pointed out.

Matthew looked to where he pointed. Madeleine sure enough was across the train station, but there was also a group of boys and she was pointedly looking at the ground, red-faced and flustered.

"I-Is she okay?"

"Let's go find out!" Alfred grabbed Matthew's wrist and dragged him over to his friend's cousin to rescue her.

"So's it true about you and that dyke Abigail? In the dormitory?"

Madeleine tried to ignore the derogatory words, staring at the ground, fiddling madly with her skirt. She mumbled incoherently and shifted from foot to foot.

"Hey, Lesbo, answer me!" The same boy shoved Madeleine's shoulder and she tripped backwards, squeaking as she fell. Tears sprang up as she saw a few people beginning to watch the scene, but not lift a finger to help.

Then she heard, "Hey! What's the big idea?" Alfred was charging up to the little group with a worried-looking Matthew trailing behind him. "You don't just go around shoving girls."

The group of boys – seventh years – laughed and scoffed. "And what's a little kiddie like you going to do about it?"

Alfred snarled and went to grab for his wand, but Matthew stopped him. He sighed and said in a firm voice, "I'm going to make you apologize for hurting Madeleine and help her up."

The group laughed again. "Like we'd help that lesbo. Her and that other sick dyke can go fuck in the dormitories, but we aren't apologizing for shit."

Madeleine's tears had started falling by now and Matthew had scooted around the older boys to help her up and wipe them away. "Are you okay, Maddy?" he asked quietly.

Madeleine gave him a shaky smile and said, "Yes, thank you, Mattie."

On the train, the two boys and Madeleine re-capped the train station fiasco.

"What exactly was going on, Madds?" Alfred asked. "Why were they being mean to you?"

Madeleine flushed bright red and stuttered quietly. "L-L-Last semester—"

"There you are!" Abigail was stood in the doorway, having swung open the compartment door. She marched in and sat down next to her friend. "I've been looking for you guys forever!" She took note of Madeleine's red eyes. "What happened?" she asked worriedly.

"A-A group of seventh year boys was bullying her," Matthew answered. "But we don't know why."

"Oh…"

"What did happen, Madds?" Alfred asked.

Madeleine looked to Abigail for assurance. The louder blonde smiled and nodded. "L-Last semester, a-a girl in our year c-c-caught Abby and I…" The last of her explanation was muttered too quiet for anyone to hear.

"Caught what? Abby, what happened?"

"Me and Maddy are a thing, Al," Abigail told her brother. "We were kissing in the dormitory for privacy and one of the girls walked in and then the whole thing spread like wildfire. A lot of students have been very mean to Maddy and I since."

Madeleine nodded glumly. "I-I'm sorry. I just didn't want to cause any trouble before school started. I-I was hoping th-they would go away. But thank you for standing up for me, Al, Mattie." She offered a tiny smile.

Matthew was blushing and Alfred was outwardly indifferent.

"Well," Alfred began. "Uh… I guess I should have seen this coming. You never shut up about Maddy during the summer, Abby," he teased. "I'd say it's about time!"

"I-I hope you are very happy together," Matthew said. "I'm very happy for you Maddy."

"See, I told you they'd be fine with it. And even if they weren't, I would've kicked the crap outta them," Abigail said haughtily.

The boys glanced at each other. "I kissed Mattie in the fourth year too," Alfred blurted out. Matthew turned a similar shade of red as Madeleine. "A-And we've been kissing and stuff ever since."

The compartment was silent for a few moments after that. Then Abigail and Alfred broke out into loud, obnoxious laughter.

"W-We're all a bunch of poufty duffers!" Alfred cried out between puffs. "We're all as queer as can be! A bunch of—"

Matthew slapped his hand over Alfred's mouth before he could say anything awkward.