The next morning

Like usual Mathew was already up and dressed, listening to music on his iPod by the time Alfred zoned into the world of the living.

Nevile was still dead to the world in his bed; to the point a nuclear missile wouldn't wake him.

The thing that was different though, was Harry and Ron were gone.

Usually they would wait here so they could all meet in the common room together.

Alfred stretched, cracking all his joints in a way that would have annoyed Canada immensely if it weren't for the headphones, and got up.

"Hey Can' have you seen our roommates." he shouted to make sure his twin heard.

Mathew took off his headphones and said "Yeah, they told you they had to talk to Hermione and that they'll meet us at breakfast".

Alfred nodded then went to the connecting bathroom to get ready.

When done he stepped out, slipped his flag themed headphones and called out to his brother.

"Okay ready dude".

So they enjoyed the surprisingly uneventful walk to the cafeteria.

The surprise happened once they walked in.

Almost every single person at the Slyrtherin table and quite a few from the others, were holding a lighter.

And as soon as the stepped in they flicked them on.

Alfred stepped back and ran into the halls and Mathew just rolled his eyes.

He had gotten it out of his system last night. As long as went and burned something every few days, the fire didn't affect him in the slightest.

Although he still did enjoy the warmth.

So...warm...

'Snap out of it!' he shouted in his head, clearing away the foggy feeling.

"Look what you did. Now who is going to have to calm him down? Oh right, me. I know what Draco told you, and yes it is true. I do in fact have pyromania. But as long as I burn something every few days I'm fine. So although I do find your display beautiful, I'm not going to go burn down a forest like yesterday."

He expected them to grumble and reluctantly turn off the lighters. But what they did instead just angered him.

"It wasn't you we were going after. It was your brother and now we have proof he is afraid of fire." A Sytherin girl snorted.

Canada glowered at them

"Do any of you know why he is afraid of fire?" he growled taking a step closer.

"It's because of me. I have burned him countless times okay. It is my fault. He was completely fine with it, till I had to go and nearly kill him! Now that is a very sensitive subject between us. So unless you want to be burned at the stake quite literally, I suggest not bringing it up."

With that he stormed out, shutting the large oak doors behind him.

Leaving a smiling snake in his wake.

The trio scrambled after him, not wanting the hard spell to go to waste.

Canada found his twin in the hallway, sitting under and air conditioning vent, coat off and fanning himself.

America can't help it.

Every time he sees's fire he is brought back to 1814.

The day he was literal burned from the inside out.

Mathew sat down next to him, making sure not to touch him in any way to spread body heat.

Just like he needs fire to melt his ice sheet, America needs cold to get a break from his scorching heat.

"Hey Ame' are you ok?"

"Yeah bro, just give me a minute to cool down and I'll be fine".

That's how the trio found them.

Sitting in dead air in a temperature that would send anyone huddling for warmth.

"Hey are you ok" Harry asked stepping forward.

"Yeah it's just really hot in there with all the fire and stuff". Alfred assured.

With the lighters it was seventy four degrees in the room.

Not exactly Florida heat.

But to the trio's surprise the red light that signaled a lie didn't come on.

True it very lightly flashed yellow, which means he's leaving something out, but it was glowing so dim it was hardly noticeable.

Confident in the spell now, the three sat across from the two.

"Hey Alfred" Ron asked, "Is that what the blue medicine is for, to keep your body heat down?"

America shook his head, "No it just helps with one of my conditions".

"Oh" Hermione said. "Do you want to tell us what the condition was?"

Mathew shook his head for America.

"Sorry, it's just a really sensitive subject."

"Oh, so what does it do?" asked Harry.

Knowing full and well he couldn't tell them the real effects of the medicine without seeming like a raging psychopath Alfred said "Helps me sleep, without it I sleep walk and have night terrors."

Finally like expected the red lights went haywire.

'So he's lying about the medicine', they thought.

'What could have caused something that requires a person to lie about their medicine?'

Suddenly not very hungry any more, the twins told the others to just go to breakfast without them.

Knowing they couldn't ask anymore without seeming interrogatory they reluctantly agreed and went to eat.

Two weeks later

"I always thought Hogwarts end of the year exams were frightful, but I found that rather enjoyable"

The five were walking out of their potions class where they had just taken their final exams.

"Speak for yourself" Ron grumbled. "Alright there guys?" he asked Harry and the brothers.

Harry had his hand on his head like he was in pain and the twins were rubbing their arms.

"My scar, it keeps burning" Harry answered.

"What about you guys?"

Canada and America looked up.

"Nope, were just fine" he said masterfully hiding a grimace, like when he is under integration.

Sadly their scars felt like playing a different story.

The skin around it was now burning the fringes of the jacket and the sizzle was clearly heard through the loud chatter.

"We know you didn't give yourself those burns, we know Voldemort gave them to you" Hermione sighed.

The twins dropped their faces.

"Oh… we thought you would. We just hoped you wouldn't figure it out" Mathew said. "But if Hermione is anything, she's smart."

Another thing she liked about Mathew, he always gave her the best complements.

"Why won't you tell anyone?" she asked "No one will judge you, like nobody judged Harry".

"Because" Alfred answered "It's a really dark time in our past and we really don't want people like Draco exploiting it".

Extremely grateful for the little bit of information they had gotten, they decided not to push anymore.

"Has it happened before?" Hermione asked the three.

"Not like this" answered Harry.

"For us too" the others answered simultaneously.

"Maybe you should see the nurse?" Ron said walking outside.

"I think it's a warning" Harry replied.

"It means danger is coming."

"Yeah, eh" Mathew agreed.

Today they were all coming with him to Hagrid's hut.

Ever since the 'forest incident' every two days or so Mathew would come down to Hagrids hut to burn some logs.

It always made him feel better, especially knowing that Hagrid used to have the same problem.

So when they walked up Hagrid greeted them with a big hello.

Especially Mathew though. He hated to admit it but over the past few weeks he's begun to feel closer to him than to Harry.

But very few people understand the need to burn things, and when you find another that does it's like opposite ends of a magnet.

You tend to stick.

"So Mattie, today I got us some extra big logs".

Canada smiled broadly and helped Hagrid file them into the fire pit.

Satisfied with their work, Hagrid pulled out a bucket of oil and dumped it on.

"The honors all yours" he smiled.

Mathew nodded and said a "Thank you" and lit the large pile on fire.

Everyone except Hagrid and Mathew took a few steps back.

A few of the other passing students also took a minute to look, for some it's almost become tradition to watch the pile every two days.

It was rather beautiful, and interesting to see the twos' usual placid aura be replaced by one of power.

Let's just say more people started to notice Canada.

Also while this was happening Hagrid would always play a beautiful medley on his flute, that he now revealed to the trio he called 'ode to fire' and had written it during the worst of his pyromaniac days.

The other four stood at the fringes and started to chatter among each other, when a realization struck in Harry's head.

As he was watching the flames curl, like from the Dragons breath.

"That it!"

"What's it dude" Alfred asked confused.

"Don't you find it a bit odd that what Hagrid wants more than anything else is a dragon and a stranger turns up and just happens to have one? I mean how many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pocket? Why didn't I see it before?"

The fire had now died down and a much calmer looking Hagrid and Mathew stepped away from it and looked towards the teen boys (Hermione and Alfred weren't) stomping towards them.

"Hagrid" Ron panted.

"Who gave you the egg?" Harry cut him off. "What did he look like?"

"I don't know?" he answered, still in a great mood from the burning. "I never saw his face, he never picked his hood up".

"This stranger" Harry continued, "You and him must have talked."

"Well he wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after. I told him, I said after Fluffy a dragons gonna' be no problem."

"Did he seem interested in Fluffy?" Harry said hurriedly.

"Well of course he was interested in fluffy" Hagrid said obviously, "How often do you come along a three headed dog, even if you're in the trade. But I told him the trick with any beast is to know how to calm it. Take fluffy for example. Just play him a bit of music and he falls strait asleep."

The five now were all looking to each other, all inferring the same thing.

"I shouldn't have told you that."

Then the trio ran off leaving Alfred and Mathew behind.

"You know" Hagrid said to the remaining boys.

"Sometimes I wonder if spending so much time with those three is a good idea. They've managed to out all my secrets in the span of two years"

"I agree" they both said.

"Well you better go with them, see they don't get into too much of a mess" Hagrid shooed them off.

Deciding it was the better judgment; the boys ran after them and caught up just as they were turning into Mrs. McGonagall office.

They ran in and skidded to a stop in front of her.

"We have to see professor Dumbledore" Harry panted.

"Immediately" Ron added.

The teacher looked up at them.

"I'm afraid professor Dumbledore is not here. He received an urgent message from the ministry of magic and left this morning."

"He's gone?" said Alfred unbelievably.

"Geesh, he has worse timing than our bosses" added Mathew, though luckily that went unheard.

"Now" Harry continued. "This is important! This is about the sorcerer's stone."

"How did you know about that." she tried to ask but was cut off by Alfred in the back.

"Stop with the dramatic effect dude! Snape is going to steal it!"

"I don't know how you three found out about the stone" she began, "But I assure you it is perfectly protected. Now please go back to your dormitories".

The trio stepped away from the professor's desk and shuffled out the door.

"That was no stranger Hagrid met, it was Snape and that means he knows how to get past fluffy."

"You guys keep forgetting" Alfred cut in, "Without the life force, which nobody knows if it even still exists, it is about as useful as a paper weight."

"I have a feeling either Snape or you-know-who, knows exactly what the life source is and has a way to get to it."

If it weren't for the years of army training, they would have flinched at that thought.

Although they already know it to be true.

"And with Dumbledore gone..." she continued but was cut off by a voice behind her.

"Who left?"

When the five turned they saw Snape staring down on them.

"Oh its you two" he groaned at the twins.

"If he" he said pointing to Alfred, "didn't already haunt me during class time, now he must out of it too"

"But back to as I was saying, now what would five young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside on a day like this".

While the trio averted their eyes under the scrutinizing gaze, Canada and America met it.

It gets really easy to look people in the eyes, when you have stared straight down the chamber of a Tommy Gun.

"Dude are you like kidding me, it's so like ridic' steaming that Arianna Grande would be jealous".

"It's too hot to go outside" Mathew Translated.

"Thank you for the translation from Alfred-ease Mr. Williams, but what about you three?" He said gesturing to the trio.

"What they said" Ron answered quickly.

"Be careful" Snape warned. "People will think you're up to something."

Then with a flourish of his cloak he walked away.

Then he quickly turned back.

"And Mr. Williams and Mr. Jones, I do think you may be spending a tad too much time with those three, I don't want them filling your heads with... ideas."

Taking that as a signal to leave, the nation bid their goodbye and left to get an early seating at dinner.

"Now what do we do?" Hermione panicked.

"We go down the trap door" Harry said.

"Tonight".