A/N That revolutionary war fic has been uploaded, for those two guys who wanted to see it xD. It doesn't have a name yet though. I'll edit that when I think of one. It's called 'Fanfic that needs a name but doesn't'.

PLUSSS! I just got into Free! Iwatobi Swim Team, Shingeki no Koujin, Digimon Xros Wars, Season 0, AAAAND TOME! I may or may not be making references to these. XD

Saying of the day is: GREAT KUGELY MUGELY!

Hermione Granger perspective

"Uh... Hermione, what did you mean by personifications of countries? And why did Professor Kirkland tense up when you mentioned it? And how did you even get into the restricted section-"

"Shh, Harry, I think we're being watched." Hermione hissed, looking around. "Behind that... Seat!" The brunette pointed to a comfy armchair behind Ron. "Who's there?!"

"Geez! I'm sorry! I wasn't watching ya! I was... Uhm... Yea, I was spying on ya. Heh..." Jenna stepped out from behind the chair, grinning awkwardly. "Yer not really supposed to know about that sorta stuff... So, yea. Hermione, I'd like ya to hand over the book. Before ya get into any danger about yer knowledge."

"Why do you know so much about the countries anyway, Jenna? You're only our age." Ron butted in.

"Oh... Uhmm... JJJEEENNAA! Dragon of leaving right now! WHOOSH!" With that, somewhat strange exit... Jenna left the library.

"Well, that didn't help us at all! Plus we have Sirius Black still on the loose!"

"Oh, sup Golden Trio!" Hermione spun around to come face to face with a loud American.

"Bloody hell, where were you this morning Alfred?" Ron inquired.

"Being totally heroic and shiz! Also I missed the flight back from America and Mattie was forced to stay wi- in France for a while. Daddy Francis got a little too protective of his 'petit Matthieu'." Alfred laughed. "I hadta take the President's private jet! Obama wasn't pleased, he was planning to go to Hawaii!"

"Uhm, okay..." Muttered Harry, before he remembered something. "Alfred, didn't you say something about seeing a large black dog last term...? When we bumped into you after searching Professor Kirkland's office?"

"Oh yeah! It was like... Strangely adorable for a grown dog... Like Yao!"

"Who's Yao-"

"Not important! Anyway, I was just walking around, looking for a way into the kitchen, when I saw these little glinty eyes. So, I investigated, and there was this black German Shepard in total need of a hair cut."

"Bloody hell! You saw the Grim! And you're not dead!?" Ron shockingly exclaimed, grabbing Alfred's arm. "Or are you a ghost sent back to haunt us?!"

Alfred jerked his arm away from Ron, hiding behind Harry's seat. "HOLY CRAP! There are ghosts here too?! What next?! Zombie prostitutes?!"

"Uhm... We don't have zombie... Whatever those are." Harry replied. "Did the dog say anything or do anything specific?"

"It blinked a little, a lot actually. As if it was trying to say something. It might have been morse code!" Alfred muttered. "When I figure out whatever he said, I'll tell you dudes first! But my hero senses are telling me we havta go to the Great Hall! For a shrubbary- I mean, summary! Woosh~"

Cornwall perspective

"Sup Jenna! How'd you get here so quickly?" The voice of an American came from behind her. She turned around and smiled at her bro-in-law-to-be.

"I sensed the plot coming from here. Seeing as yer here, Alfred... Lemme see the ring already!" Cornwall didn't give him a chance to answer before grabbing his hand to see the engagement ring.

It was similar to the one adorning her brother's finger, but with a blue sapphire instead of an emerald. The gemstone seemed to have the Union Jack etched onto it.

"This is pretty neat! Oh... Hey Harry, Hermione, Ron..." The Cornish girl noticed the three humans standing behind him, confusion distinct on their faces. "Hey look! I think Prof Dumbles is gonna say something important!"

The four others sat either side of her, Ron and Hermione to her left, Alfred and Harry to her right. Golden trio sending questioning glances towards the two.

"Well, students, the rumours about Sirius Black being on School Grounds were true, but do not fret! Professor Hagrid will keep us sa- oh wait... He was sent to Azkaban... My bad." Dumbledore spoke up, stroking his beard like a sir. "Anyway, there's nothing to worry about because Hogwarts is a-"

The Professor was interrupted by a silver haired teen jumping through the window behind him.

"GREETINGS FOOLISH MORTALS! TIS I! THE AWESOME STEVE LEONARD! LORD OF THE VAMPENEZE AND ALL THAT SHIT! I dont know why I'm here, but some fat guy in a yellow suit gave me this letter! Telling me to come here and read it! Ahem:

'Dear Steve,

Please kill Dumbledore, seeing as all the Death Eaters are too wussy to do it in this timeline. Tell Draco his father and mother send hugs and kisses, and try not to kill his future husband too much. Don't know who that is.

Oh! Look out for weird foreigners. Foreigners are scary. There's some sort of exchange program going on at the moment. But it's just cover-up for some secret scheme of Dumbledore's. Maybe, probably, most likely... Meh.

Lots of love, your pal.

Voldemort xxxx.

Ps: do not read this letter out in public.
Pps: Sherlock season 4 isn't out yet, and it's 2020 here.
Ppps: Try not to be a retard.'

Huh...? Oh... Whoops. Can I do that again? I wasn't meant to read out that!"

Amber perspective

... Well, shit.

A/N AND THERE WE HAVE IT! Dayum, I am done with Writer's Block! Guess you could say I'm... SherBLOCKED. Eh, eh? Hello dear Hiatus. Did anyone see Benedict Cumberbatch's photobombing at the Oscars? Lol. AND ITS PANCAKE DAYYYYYYY~ Yay, I'm so happy.