A/N here's your third chap of the week! Brought to you by Eerios! Vicious, wholegrain voldemorts!
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Hetalia perspective
The nations boarded the train and split into smaller groups.
"Jenna and Peter, you two stay with me." England ordered. "The rest of you, split up so you can get a carriage." The nations nodded and went off in different directions. Cornwall, Sealand and England set off looking for an empty compartment but all were full except for one at the end of the corridor. There were only four people inside, Harry Potter, a ginger boy , a tanned, bushy haired brunette and a sleeping man.
"Hello Harry! Is there room for three?" Sealand asked. Harry nodded. "Come on Cor- Jenna! Jerk Arthur! Harry says we can sit here." Cornwall, England and Sealand sat down in the compartment.
"Hi, you must be the famous Harry Potter!" Cornwall grinned. "Can, can I see your scar?" England facepalmed.
"Jenna! You can't just ask that! That's like asking who Matthew is!" England scolded.
"Wow! Is it THAT bad? Sorry Arthur..." Cornwall apologised. "Can I still see your scar Harry?"
Harry Potter perspective
Harry was speechless, sure it was normal for people to want to see his scar, but this Cornish girl was persistent. He nodded and lifted up his fringe to reveal the lightning scar. She gasped.
"Wow... It is more amazing in person. To believe that someone without the powers of immortality escaped voldemort's killing curse." She smiled. "I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Jenna Kirkland. I'm hoping to be in Griffindor! But with my luck I'll be in Slytherin like my brothers..."
"There's nothing wrong with Slytherin!" Mr Kirkland protested.
"Well that jerk Draco Malfoy is in Slytherin!" Jenna retorted. "Oh enough of that. I'm going to sleep." With that she started snoring softly.
~ten minutes later...~
"Anything off the trolley dears?" The kind witch with the sweet trolley asked. At this the auburn Cornish girl awoke.
"Do you have any Cornish ice cream?" She asked eagerly.
"Strangely enough we do sweetie. What flavour? Vanilla or chocolate?" The witch answered.
"I'd love the vanilla please?" Jenna asked sweetly. The witch handed her a tub of vanilla ice cream and walked off.
Jenna devoured the ice cream in now time, before falling asleep again. Peter looked hungrily at the cauldron cakes Harry had bought.
"You wouldn't have a spare cake would you Harry?" He questioned. "It's either I starve or eat Arthur's scones, and I don't really want to die." Luckily Mr Kirkland had fallen asleep. Harry nodded and handed Peter a cake. "Thanks Harry!" He ate the cauldron cake in record time.
Just as it had started to rain, they heard footsteps in the corridor again, and their three least favourite people at the door: Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.
Draco Malfoy and Harry had been enemies ever since they had met on their first train journey to Hogwarts. Malfoy was in Slytherin; he played seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch team, the same position that Harry played on the Griffindor team. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to exist to do Malfoy's bidding.
"Well, look who it is," said Malfoy in his usual lazy drawl, pulling open the compartment door. "Potty and the Weasel." Crabbe and Goyle chuckled trollishly.
"I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold over the summer, Weasley." Taunted Malfoy. "Did your mother die of shock?"
Ron stood up so quickly he knocked Crookshanks' basket to the floor. Professor Lupin and Mr Kirkland snorted.
"Who're they?" Asked Malfoy, taking an automatic step backwards as he spotted the two men.
"New teacher," answered Harry, who had got to his feet, in case he needed to hold back Ron. "What were you saying Malfoy?"
"Nothing..." Malfoy left, motioning for Crabbe and Goyle to follow.
"I'm glad that jerk is gone." Peter said, after being silent. "I can't stand anyone who's more of a jerk than Arthur."
"Who's Arthur?" Hermione asked. Peter's eyes widened.
"I meant Mr Kirkland!" Peter explained. "I always forget what to call him."
"Are you related?" She questioned. "You both have the same um.. Eyebrows."
"Yeah, no one else in our family has them. Sadly, he's my older brother as well. He's a big jerk." Peter said. "Hey look! We're nearly there!"
The words had hardly left him when the train started slowing down.
"Brilliant!" Grinned Ron. "I'm starving, I want to get to the feast..."
"We can't be there yet." Hermione checked her watch.
"So why are we stopping?" Jenna asked, now awake.
Hetalia perspective
The train came to a stop with a jolt and England woke up.
"Russia wants to start world war three!" He yelled, confusing the golden trio. "Oh... I didn't mean to say that... Bad dream."
Then without warning, all the lights went out and the train was plunged into darkness.
"Whats going on?" Came Ron's voice behind Harry.
"Ouch!" Gasped Cornwall. "That was my foot!"
"Sorry. D'you think we've broken down?" England was tempted to smack the back of Ron's head for not using the Queen's English properly.
The door slid slowly open. Standing in the doorway, was a cloaked figure that towered to the ceiling. It's face completely hidden by its hood. England, Cornwall, Sealand and Harry fainted.
War, millions of people dying. Royalist Cornish and English battling against Cromwell and the Roundheads. Cornwall heard the battle strategies that didn't work and the ones that did. She heard them say a battlefield was no place for a woman. But she didn't care. The Cornish had sided with the cavaliers, she wasn't going to back down easily.
The cavaliers had lost the civil war to Cromwell. Cornwall was watching the execution of Charles 1. Now despised by the whole of England, her included. Why had she sided with the losing team? She saw the axe cut into the King's neck, she felt the blood spatter onto her in the front row. She looked at the smug Oliver Cromwell, who was now her boss. Because of him, all things fun were banned. That meant no more theatre, sport or Christmas. She now felt sorry for her people and England's. Why did war happen?
A/N and end chapter! Hope you enjoyed. If I didn't mention your review its because I didn't see it when I wrote this, or I've PMed you my response. The little italics thingy is what Cornwall is seeing when she's attacked by the dementor.