After a minute of awkward silence Alfred asked

"So anything we need to know about potions or the teacher?".

"The only things you need to worry about in potions is the teacher. Snape is awful to Gryffindor and gives Slytherin special treatment, Epically Malfoy." Ron grumbled.

"Poor Harry here gets the brunt of it."

"It's fine, He won't mess with Harry when the Hero's around" Alfred said weakly flashing a flimsy thumbs up.

"Alfred it's okay, you don't have to be peppy all the time. You just got out of a panic attack, just relax okay" Mathew smiled to his brother and Alfred weakly nodded.

They walked into the potions room and Harry, hoping to avoid Snape, quickly took his seat next to Ron and Hermione took hers next to another Gryffindor girl.

All three sent the twins an encouraging smile as they went to talk to Professor Snape.

Alfred walked up, switching on his oblivious personality in his head, and tapped on the teachers shoulder.

"Hello professor, I'm Alfred F. Jones and this is my Bro' Mathew Williams. We're kinda' new here so we have no idea where to sit." Said America, his Happy-go-lucky aura just oozing out of him.

"H-hello eh" stuttered Mathew standing slightly behind Alfred.

Snape looked up and glanced from one twin to the other, dropping his smile.

"So you're the twins the teachers have been talking about". He said, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he spoke.

"Wow so the teachers really do like me, not just the ghosts" His smile increasing exponentially and aura getting even bigger.

"That wasn't a complement you twit" Snape growled.

"Now you sound just like Iggy" He said, now basically glowing with a bright sunny aura. Some of the students swore they say daisies surrounding him.

"S-so um, can w-we take our seat?" stuttered out Mathew now trying to hide even further behind Alfred.

Unlike Alfred, Mathew can actually feel the tension and hate in Snapes body language.

"I'm assuming you're the invisible one the teachers actually like" Snape said smiling at Mathew and glaring at Alfred.

"Now you even look like Iggy"

Snapes face met his palm and he sighed.

"Please take your seats, Mr. Jones yours is next to Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Williams please sit next to Mr. Brooke."

Mathew hurried to his seat at the table next to Alfred's and sat down politely saying a "hi eh" to the boy next to him.

The class was quiet and calm until Alfred spoke up again.

"But why" he whined. "I don't wanna' sit next to him" He said pointing towards Malfoy. "Can I switch please?"

Snapes, who eye was now twitching, yelled out.

"No now stop whining you twit and take you seat before I glue you to it!"

Alfred huffed and dragged himself next to Malfoy all while muttering how "The resemblance is uncanny, geez, maybe that's where Iggy learned it from." And pouting like a child.

His eye now going into full spasm, Snape took a deep breath and growled out a "thank you Mr. Jones now please be quiet."

All at once losing his moping Alfred, Just like he did to the history and Herboligy teacher,

He raised his arm in a mock solute and yelled out "sir yes sir".

Now completely red Snape growled and stalked out of the classroom muttering "I need to stock up on my headache medicine with that in my classroom this year".

Alfred (still oblivious to the mood) shouted out

"Okey dokey artichokey".

Then the door slammed shut.

Smiling his same idiotic grin he bubbled to the class

"I think he likes me".

The ones in the class used to Alfred's antics were doubled over in laughter the rest were looking at him the same way you would look at a mouse eating a cat.

'Seriously' Draco openly gapped at the boy. 'What the hell is wrong with him?'

'I can't call him an idiot, after all he practically taught history, but come on, is really just that oblivious?'

Alfred still smiling turned and looked at Malfoy whose jaw was dropped almost comically and eyes as wide as plates.

Then Alfred did the only thing to both confuse and infuriate Draco more…

He laughed.

"HAHAHA OMG LOL, dude your eyes are like, totally wider than Tony's flying saucers and he's an Alien."

Now that Alfred was on the floor laughing, obviously not going to give any answers, everyone turned to Mathew.

Mathew sighed. He noticed he had been doing that a lot more around Alfred lately.

"Tony is from Bahamas and now he lives in Roswell New Mexico in the U.S, so Alfred calls him an alien".

Most of the class nodded, accepting that answer.

Everyone except Hermione, Harry, Ron and Draco.

The trio also sighed and looked back to Alfred.

"I really wish we could grill them on this, but I think that might not be too friendly." Ron said to Harry.

"I suppose not" agreed Harry.

Hermione made a mental not to research 'flying saucers in Roswell New Mexico' as soon as she got the chance.

After about ten minutes the class assumed that Snape wasn't coming back and started chatter among themselves.

Draco, regaining his composer leaned over and smirked down on his 'favorite target'.

"So I heard you and 'Madeline' had a little 'visit'", He air quoted, "to the nurse's office."

When he heard that he instantly stopped laughing and glared at Draco.

'Bi-Polar, definitely Bi-Polar' thought Draco again

"Yes and…" Alfred said not dropping his glare. "Your point?"

Draco, his smirk growing even bigger, sneered.

"So tell me, why are you so afraid of Potter?"

Harry tensed up, worried about what was going to happen next.

Alfred tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

He looked genuinely confused for a second, and then once again.

He started laughing.

Even louder than before.

"Me *loud laugh* afraid *Louder laugh* of him. That would almost be as bad as being scared of you *Even louder laugh*, and last time a checked I was the one who held a gun to you."

He was now on the floor rolling, or as he calls it, ROTFLing.

"Wow dude, the hero doesn't get afraid. The only person in the room I might consider being scared of is the brown haired chick." He giggled pointing to Hermione. "She's got Russia's scary-sweet aura thing down pact."

Hermione glared, arguing in her head whether that was a compliment or an insult, and then she decided to just be indifferent.

Draco just stared at the boy, floored, until he remembered.

'It wasn't Potter he was afraid of, it was the boy who lived' Draco thought.

He once again leaned over him and nudged him with his foot.

"Oh so you didn't faint when Ron over their brought up the boy-…"

Draco was cut off to a pencil thrown at the back of his head.

When he turned around he saw Potter absolutely fuming.

His smirk got bigger and he mouthed

"What's wrong 97".

Harry looked worriedly at Alfred then went back to glaring at Malfoy.

He mouthed to Draco "What are you doing! Do you want him to have another panic attack!"

Draco smiled sweetly at him and mouthed back

"Well that was the plan."

Harry looked like he was about to blow a gasket when Draco turned around to finish.

"Anyway as I was saying, the boy who…"

He was cut off again by a small voice yelling

"Hey Alfred, I dropped Toronto (his glasses), If you have Texas can you help find it".

"Sure thing Bro". Alfred yelled back to his brother.

"Sorry to cut short the most hilarious conversation of my life, but a hero's duty calls" Alfred said to Draco then skipped over to help his brother.

Draco was bubbling with anger and just shouted, no longer caring about taking the time to enjoy it.

"Afraid of the BOY WHO LIVED".

Mathews POV

Both brothers stopped their searching and looked up.

"W-what d-did you s-say" shivered Mathew.

"I said the boy who lived" said Draco, his anger dissipated and smugness returned.

Mathew, shivering himself, looked to his left and saw Alfred already gone. His eyes were glazed over and he was lying on the floor.

Mathew wanted more than anything to do the same but he couldn't.

'Breath, Mathew breath', he chanted in his head. 'Alfred is your younger brother and he has been protecting you his entire life, for once act like the older and be brave'.

Mathew forced himself to stop shivering and stood up.

Trying his best to act like England, and put up a purple flame aura behind.

"Excuse me, I can't hear you" Mathew said, lowering his voice an octave and raising his wand.

"No don't pull that with me" Malfoy seethed, though surprised it was Mathew standing up for his brother instead of the other way around.

"Listen up Madeline; you are the coward of Hogwarts."

'This is almost exactly like the fight Papa and Britten fought' Mathew thought. 'Since Britten won that I guess I'll just do what he did'.

"Coward of Hogwarts, coward of Hogwarts, Mathews the coward of Hogwarts and everybody knows it" Draco chanted.

"I didn't know that?" chanted half the class.

'Creepily similar' thought Mathew. 'What did England do next'? He trailed in his head. 'Oh yeah'

Mathew took out a hockey stick and started chasing after Draco yelling "do you want another hundred year war you bloody git, considering who you are you probably are an expert on cowards since you are one and.."

Mathew continued to ramble while chasing around Draco who was running, with a laugh eerily similar to a certain Frenchman.

"Onhonhonhonhon, coward of Hogwarts".

Ron whispered to Hermione "should we try to stop them".

Hermione smiled a creepy smile and said "no, I say sit back and enjoy show".

Snapes POV

Snape was walking back to his classroom.

He went on a detour on his way to get his headache medicine to stop by library to pick up a book, so he took a lot longer than he thought he would.

He put his hand on the door handle, he creaked it open.

He was not expecting this when he walked in.

The loud twin was passed out on the floor his glasses askew.

The usually invisible twin was chasing Malfoy around with a hockey stick, with some questionable stains on it, yelling about a hundred years war.

Malfoy was running away, laughing like a Frenchman and yelling, "Coward of Hogwarts, coward of Hogwarts, Madeline's the coward of Hogwarts and everybody knows it."

Weasly was whispering to Granger and Granger just smiled creepily and said "I say just sit back and enjoy show".

The rest of the class was either staring at Jones passed out on the floor, or laughing their butts off.

Snape just blinked three times, stepped back and closed the door.

Then he walked off to get some medicine for hallucinations.

POV

Alfred awoke with a start and jumped up.

"England, England where are you"

He spotted Mathew chasing around Malfoy, who Alfred just ignored and ran up to him.

"Canada, Canada where's England" He yelled almost in tears.

"Canada? England?" the class questioned, whispering to each other.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stood on the desk.

"When someone comes out of shock they are sometimes still trapped in the memory" She shouted.

"You!" Alfred said pointing to Draco.

Alfred's panicked expression dropped to a sinister glare.

His entire self darkened.

His hair, His skin and jacket grew darker.

His eyes turned red.

His usually sunny yellow aura of happiness was completely dissolved and replaced with one a dark red, almost black.

"You did this" he yelled.

This time Draco was scared.

An angry Alfred holding a gun to him was one thing, even during that he was still sunshiny, hero Alfred.

This isn't Alfred.

He doesn't know who this is, and he doesn't care.

All he knows is he's terrified of him.

Draco was about to run until Alfred ran up and seized him by his collar.

Alfred held him against the wall and just like the brat had done to Mathew on the train. Also like Canada how pulled out a Hockey stick, Alfred pulled out a baseball bat with nails screwed into it.

This one had even more red stains than Mathews.

"You did this, you're the reason England is crying." Alfred yelled.

"You took the only people he cared about, who knew the truth."

He hoisted him up higher and kept screaming.

"It was the Germans weren't it huh, they put you up to this. Blitz'n the poor guy wasn't enough, huh. Am I right!"

Draco, now quivering shook his head no.

"Oh, so now you're lying to me? Is that it?"

America dropped his grimace and replaced it with a sickly sweet smile.

"Or maybe you just did it on your own? You just enjoy tearing people don't you, you sick vile bastard!"

Draco was still shivering and wanted to defend himself but he could already feel himself getting woozy from lack of air.

"You know what?" he said, his voice dripping with molasses.

"I am going to cut you open, gut you alive and send the organs to Oliver for a batch of cupcakes. That should make him feel better. Maybe help him get over what you destroyed."

America swung his arm back, ready to attack when he felt a sharp tug on his pesky hair and fell back to the ground again.

Draco dropped to the floor and scurried away from Alfred, who was currently 'brightening' again.

Mathew also stepped away from Alfred, but not in fear.

He calmly turned to the trio behind him, who were openly gawking at him.

"He did tell you he could get violent when he wakes up."

Mathew turned back to look at his brother, who was still passed out, then at Malfoy cowering across the room, then back to the three.

"Actually that was one of his calmer episodes; no one is in the hospital."

The three were completely floored.

The word 'calm' never came to mind when describing what just happened.

"Don't worry" Mathew stated, "It takes a lot more for me to go all 2P."

Ron who now was a lot calmer that it was clear that Alfred was dead to the world asked.

"So why did you pull that hair?"

"It's the only way to get him to calm down" Mathew answered.

"So your solution to him getting violent when he wakes up is to make him pass out again?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but this time when he wakes up he'll only be violent towards me."

He looked over at Malfoy, still traumatized shivering in the corner.

"And maybe Malfoy for making him pass out in the first place, but that's his own fault."

The three continued to stare at Mathew until he spoke once again.

"No I cannot tell you the memory he was living because then I will pass out and there is a good chance I will do what he did" he said gesturing to Alfred.

"And he won't be in a state to stop me."

"What I can tell you" he continued looking at Harry, "That what happened that night wasn't your fault. You were an innocent bystander and barely involved. It's more of what happened afterwards that caused the problem".

Mathew walked over and grabbed his brother and tossed him over his shoulder.

"If you want to come you can, but he won't be answering any questions" Mathew deadpanned.

The trio looked towards each other guiltily.

Mathew walked out the door carrying Alfred and shut it behind him.

"Well I feel awful. He actually thinks so low of us that he thinks we would question his brother after coming out of that" Ron stated

"That might be because we did question him after 'that', didn't we?" Harry responded.

"Come on lets go show them that we're not awful people" Hermione said running towards the door to chase after the twins.

"What about Malfoy?" Harry asked.

Looking at a shivering Malfoy, Ron just shrugged and said "he'll be fine" and ran to join Hermione.

"Wait for me" yelled Harry, running off to join them.

Mathews POV

"Sometimes I really question your choices for the friends and enemies you make America".

"I mean, Draco was a worse choice than Russia, at least with Russia the threat of the threat of Mutual Assured Destruction prevented anything more than sarcastic comments".

Mathew grumbled while carrying his little brother to the Gryffindor common room.

"Ginger foot" Mathew yelled irritably at the portrait of the fat lady and it opened to let them in.

Mathew walked into the abandoned Gold and Red room and dumped his brother onto the nearest couch.

He sat in the overstuffed red and gold chair across from his brother and put his elbows on the desk and his head in his hands.

"They seriously were going to try to investigate me after my brother practically came out of a coma! I so wanted to go all 2P on everyone in that room, but you doing it already looked suspicious enough. Besides I would feel really bad for having to send Arthur so many hospital bills".

Mathew looked at his sleeping brother's form and sighed.

"You know, I like you better when you're sleeping, I actually get a chance to talk, even though I know like usual you aren't listening." He chuckled to his brother, who was still dead to the world.

"I know you like those three but if we stay with them we'll be found out in a week". He grumbled.

"And besides they aren't even true friends, they didn't even come because I said they couldn't investigate you when you woke up and while all that in potions was happening they just stood back and watched!"

"When they were in danger, despite the fact they have done nothing but interrogate us since we met, instead of hightailing it out like any sane person would, we pushed them it of the way and kicked the machines butt!"

"And you know what thanks we got for it, more questions!"

America rolled over away from Canada and mumbled something not interpretable.

"I'll take that as you agree" Mathew giggled.

"Also what are we going to tell England?"

"We can't tell him about Harry because that will bring right back his depression and we can't really say what happened today or he won't just kill you this time."

Canada was lost in thought so he didn't hear the sound of footsteps echoing through the common room.