A/N new chap for a new week! Oh and happy birthday to Prince Harry for yesterday! I'm now only gonna reply to reviews via chapters if your a guest or my sister hacking into my account. It happens from time to time.

Harry Potter perspective

Harry's eyes rolled up into his head. He couldn't see. He was drowning in cold. There was a rushing in his ears as though of water. He was being dragged downwards, the roaring growing louder.

And then, from far away, he heard screaming, terrible, terrified, pleading screams. He wanted to help whoever it was, he tried to move his arms, but he couldn't... A thick white was swirling around him, inside him-

"Harry! Harry! Are you alright?!" Someone was slapping his face.

"W-what?" Harry opened his eyes. There were lanterns above him, the Hogwarts Express was moving again. He seemed to have slid out of his seat onto the floor. He looked to the side, Peter and Mr Kirkland were both out cold and shaking on the floor, but Jenna was shivering on her seat. Professor Lupin handed him some chocolate.
"Here, eat it. It will help." He handed a piece to the auburn girl too.
Harry took the chocolate but didn't eat it.
"What was that thing?" Asked Hermione. Mr Kirkland woke up and groaned.

"That, was one of the Azkaban dementors." He rubbed the back of his head. "Wasn't the first time I saw one of those I can tell you." Peter muttered something that sounded like 'I am a country! Why are you so mean to me?' Mr Kirkland shook him awake.

Hetalia perspective

"Are you okay Peter?" Asked Cornwall, Sealand nodded. "I swear if I see one of those dementors again..."
"Excuse me, but I need to speak to the driver." The man who had been sleeping said and left.
"I need to go check on the others!" England exclaimed and went to find the compartment where the other countries were.

"That was the worst experience in my life." Said Cornwall, breaking the silence. "Were you alright Harry? You fainted too." Harry nodded. Cornwall nibbled the chocolate she was given.
"It's not poisoned and its not as bad as Mr Kirkland's food." She giggled, looking brighter.
"D-did I... Say anything weird?" Sealand asked.

"Yeah! You did." Ron said. "Something about being a country and someone being mean to you."
"Really?" Sealand gasped, laughing awkwardly. "Just forget everything I said... Hehe."

Harry potter perspective

Ron was going to ask Peter what he meant, when Lupin came back. He paused as he entered, looked around and said with a small smile.
"I haven't poisoned that chocolate you know."
Harry took a bite and to his great surprise felt warmth spread suddenly to the tips of his fingers and toes.

"We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes." Professor Lupin explained, handing some chocolate to Peter. "Are you all right, boys?"
"Fine." Harry muttered, embarrassed.

They didn't talk much for the rest of the journey. Soon, the train stopped in Hogsmeade station. There was a great scramble to get out; owls hooted and cats miaowed. I was freezing outside on the platform; rain pouring down in icy sheets.

Hetalia perspective

"Firs' years! Firs' years an' transfers this way!" Called a voice. Cornwall and Sealand ran off in the direction of the voice. When they got to the voice they saw a giant of a man holding a lantern, surrounded by eleven year olds and the other nations.

"Hey dudes!" Chirped America. "There was this totally creepy ghost on the train, but Iggy came in with his fairy wand and kicked butt!"
"Ve~ but before that it was very scary! I thought I'd never be happy again!" Italy informed them.
"It was so, like, totally uncool. Then we, like, were given chocolate by this unfashionable guy! It, like, totally made me feel better!" Poland explained.

"C'mon anymore Firs' years or transfers? Follow me, mind yer step now!" The large man bellowed. Slipping and stumbling, they followed him down a steep, narrow path. Nobody spoke much on the walk, apart from America.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," the man called over his shoulder. "Jus' round this bend 'ere." There were loud 'oooohs' and 'aaaaaahs'.

The narrow path had opened up suddenly on to the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain, was a vast castle with turrets and towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" The giant instructed, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Cornwall and Sealand shared a boat with Italy and Germany.
"Everyone in?" Asked the giant, who had a boat to himself. "Righ' then - FORWARD!"

The little fleet of boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake. Everyone was staring at the great castle looming ahead. It towered over them as the sailed nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" Yelled the giant, as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the boats carried them through a curtain of ivy, which hid a large opening in the cliff face. They carried along a dark tunnel, until they reached an underground harbour, where they clambered out onto the rocks and pebbles.

Then, they walked up a passage way in the rock after the man's lamp, coming out at last on damp grass in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around a huge, oak door. The giant raised a fist and knocked three times on the castle door.