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France had been surprised, to say the least, but agreed to come over to tea the following day. While England mentally prepared himself of what to come, he looked through his old magic thing. He discovered that he had quite a lot of things that he'd forgotten about. In between capes and a variety of different wands he found, among other things, a map over Hogwarts from when it was being built. He hadn't even known that he was given one. Well, life is full of surprises. He also found a first edition of 'Hogwarts: A History', the first paper of the Daily Prophet and a drawing off him and the founders of Hogwarts. Ah yes, good times.

He was pulled out of his trip down memory lane by a energetic knock on the door. The frog had arrived. However, now was not the time for petty insults.

"France," England greeted, setting the tone for the day. "I am pleased that you could come."

France got the clue. When "France" was used, it was serious. Else, it would be, ahem, something not quite as nice.

"Angleterre, I must say I was surprised by your call. What is so urgent that we couldn't talk about it at zee next meeting?"

They walked into the living room where England had prepared some tea.

"It's not so much urgent. It more that I don't want every other nation knowing about it."

France had picked up the teacup and was spinning the liquid around.

"Do you remember the wizard from a couple years back? The one who started the war here?"

"Oui," France answered, his face getting a puzzled expression. "However I 'ave no idea to why you are asking zhat. Did he not die?"

"That's the point," England sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I have reasons to believe that he is back again."

France leaned back into the chair with a small curse. England knew that Voldemort and his followers, in the last part of the war, also had made their way to the other side of the canal. He hadn't been in France long enough to really make an impression, but he was big enough for France to take notice.

England was pleased with the way things had turned out. Today was one of the rare days where France was bearable and they could talk about things without ending up shouting. That may mostly be due to the fact that they were discussing an important subject, and that France could see that it was something that troubled England. They may be old rivals, but that also meant that they had known each other for a long time. Most of the time they weren't on that good a foot, but England knew, that if things turned bad he could count on France, and vice versa.

At the end of England's explanation on the matter, they sat in silence.

"And you cannot do anything about it, no?" France asked.

"No, that the point. My boss and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that we, myself, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, must keep our noses out of the magical community. My hands are tied and there is a war boiling under the surface."

France could see the problem. He didn't have the same back home; he could interact all he wanted and he knew, that if there was an evil wizard endangering not only the magical world, but also the non-magical one, he would interfere. England sat with that problem. A maniac with magic threatened his land, and he could do nothing about it.

"So, what iz your plan then?"

England got up from the chair and stood next to one of the windows, clearly uncomfortable.

"I need someone on the inside. Someone to make sure that that bloody Ministry is not making it all worse. Someone to keep an eye out for what's going on."

France had a feeling about where this was going, and a strange warm feeling began to spread inside him.

"I was wondering, hoping really, that you would find it too troublesome if I asked you to do me a favour," England said, all this while looking out of the window. France knew why. In all the time he had known England, you would be able to count the times he had asked for help on one hand. England was very bad at asking for help, even to his own brothers.

"What iz it?" France asked, just to be sure.

"I would like for you to go to Hogwarts, my Wizarding school. Mr. Potter is attending the school at the moment, and from what I could figure out, most of Voldemort's activities are centered on the school."

It was what something like that France had had in mind. Either the ministry or the school. He could see why it wasn't the ministry. To get into a spot where you was told things would take too long. The school was better for short-time stays.

"Je vois (I see). And what would I be doing there?"

"Teaching," England said, returning to his chair. "It's still the same old ghost that is teaching History of Magic as it was 50 years ago, so I think that it may be time for a change. If you accept, I will write a letter to the headmaster and explain the case."

"Bon (well), I can't see why not. I am in need of a break anyhow. Oh, and it would be merveileux (marvellous). It is such a long time since I last did something not nation related. When do we start?"

France could see that England was taken aback. Probably not what he had expected.

"What about France?" England asked, seemingly forgotten that it was his proposal France had agreed to.

"Do not think about zat! I 'ave Monaco, she can take over for some time. She 'as grown quite a lot."

They then used the next hour or so going over some of the more delicate details. England wrote a (long) letter to the headmaster, explaining their situation. Or, some of it anyhow.

He wrote that he was an old student (which wasn't a lie), and that he had a friend who just moved to England from France. He was in the lookout for a job, and that he had excellent knowledge to the magical history.

They also discussed France background. There was bound to be some wondering about whom he was and he couldn't go around saying that he was France. The ministry didn't allow England to be in their community, but even though the rule didn't include other nations, it would be better not to rub it in their faces.

They agreed to meet again when England got an answer from the headmaster and until then France had some work to do – (namely refreshing his magical history). As a Nation, History came easily to France, but it wasn't everything you could remember all the time. Something had to be forgotten, and British magical History was very much in that category.

…

It didn't take long before the owl arrived back with a note from the headmaster. England was minding his own business, working on something his boss had given him, when a big owl almost clashed with his window. After first, he was surprised. However, he went to retrieve the poor animal, making sure it hadn't hurt itself too bad. The letter was addressed to 'Arthur Kirkland' in a neatly written font.

After having read the letter, which for the most part was about that they already had a history of magic teacher, England rung France. The headmaster hadn't been completely dismissing about the offer and had agreed to meet with them.

After a quick conversation, England and France agreed to meet the professor on the following Tuesday in a room on top of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Angleterre, do you not think zat it would be smartest to let ze headmaster know about our nature?" France asked. They were having a meeting at his place, which mostly considered of England going through France's things to see what he needed to get.

"I have thought about it," England answered, while looking at some of France's more colourful ropes. "It depends on what man he is. From what I have read, he seems to be a decent chap, but you can never know. And what is all of this? Do you even own one robe that isn't in some god-awful colour?"

"What are you talking about; my robes are magnifique (magnificent). Yours, on the other hand, is much too boring! All black, no?"

"What was that again you twat! Your clothes are so colourful that you look like a bloody peacock assaulted you!"

To put it mildly, that meeting didn't go as planned, but you couldn't be lucky every time. That was usually what happened when England and France were in the same room. They could work together, as last meeting had proven, but it was more the exception to prove the rule.

England had at least (before he'd slammed the door in France's face), managed to figure out some of the things he had to get. France already had a wand, and a rather flamboyant one of the kind. It was made from oak with Veela hair as a core (what else), but it was the exterior of the wand that made you look twice. It looked less like an actual wand and more like some sort of hair accessory. It was quite short, only about 10 inches (25 cm), but the majority of that wasn't even made of wood. A good 2/5 of the wand was made of gold. From the wood it went out in three pieces, one going straight on the two others going out, forming a handle in-between. The wand screamed late 18th century France and that was probably also where he'd got it. It was so far from the type of wands used in England, that England considered getting him a new wand, but he wasn't it such a friendly mood at the moment.

The only thing he really needed was (apart from some less colourful robes) were books that were not in French and not from the last century. Their meeting with the headmaster was the day after tomorrow, so after that they may just go pick up what he needed (if England still had some sense left after being in the same room as the frog). Now it was just waiting until they had to meet up Tuesday.

…

They had agreed to meet up before seeing the professor, but England had put down a veto. "Not as his house," he had said.

So France was standing on a street, in London, waiting for England to show up. It didn't take long before France spotted the unmistakable eyebrows of England. Anyone who knew him could see them miles away.

"So you're already here, that's good," England greeted, beginning to walked a little down the street.

"Oui, I assumed zat it would be better to be early zan late," England just answered with a "Mhmm", and stopped in front of an old looking place.

"This is the entrance to Diagon Alley from the Muggle-side," he said, pointing at the sign reading 'The Leaky Cauldron'. Without another word, he entered leaving France to follow.

France had his own magical community so it was as mind-bending as it would have been for people like America, but even so, the alley itself was such an amazement to see.

"Regardez celui-lá (look at that), I did not know zat you had zis in you Angleterre. Zis is a surprise! I had my doubts in ze pub, but zis is more my style."

"Oh, do shut up," came his answer, "we have to go this way."

After some turns, they ended up on a smaller alley not far from the main. After they had knocked, they were welcomed with a "Come in", from the other side of the door.

Once inside, an old man in a purple robe greeted them. The robes wasn't France's taste, though the colour matched one of his own. This one was much too pattern in its fabric. That shade of purple didn't go well with the golden sparks.

"You must be Mr. Kirkland and Mr. Bonnefoy, I assume? My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. It's a pleasure to meet you." He shook their hands, leading them into a living room. The tea was already on the table.

"Thank you, the pleasure is yours," England answered him. "We are delighted that you would meet with us today."

"Ah, yes, the position at the school." Mr. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "History of Magic was it."

"Oui." France felt like he had to say something, since it was he that was going to work at the school. "I am interested in ze job. As stated in ze letter, I recently moved 'ere and is looking for something to do. I heard from Arthur -" France almost slipped up, but quickly recovered, "zat ze teacher on ze school was a ghost and thought zat maybe he wanted a break from his work. I am not 'ere for a long time, so maybe some sort of temporary position?"

Dumbledore studied the two while they took a seat.

"I understand," he said, "and I see that you have a quite excellent resume. A student from Beauxbatons Academy I see, though no year stated?"

It was true that France had attended Beauxbatons both as a student and as a teacher, but that was a long time ago. It wouldn't look all that convincing if it said that he graduated the school in the class of 1672. No, that didn't do.

"Well, you see"," England started, feeling France's qualm, "I didn't find that relevant for the references. Isn't it more important to know what is studied than when it is studied?"

They both sat, hoping the other man found take their bait and continue on, away from the delicate subject of age. However, it looked as if he found it very interesting.

"I see," he then said, surprising France a little, because his eyes said something else. That he didn't buy their story one bit. "So Mr. Kirkland, you attended Hogwarts in your time?"

"Yes, I was in Slytherin," England elaborated.

"I see, I myself was a Gryffindor. And what year was that?"

"I hardly think that what year I attended Hogwarts is relevant for the case right now." England tried to twist around the question. "So, you what are your thoughts on Francis getting the position for just this year? I do not believe that you agreed to meet with us if you hadn't considered our offer."

"Yes, to be honest, I most of all wanted to meet you and see what kind of people you were. I must say I am surprised. I had imagined you to be older. How old were you again?"

That sneaky man.

"Bon (well), I am 26 years old and Arthur 'ere is 23. We 'ave known each other since we were petit (small)". France thought it would be better to give the man some information so that he may forget about other, more delicate matters.

"That is an impressive age for someone with this reference I must say. Our current proffer, Professor Binns, is in need of a break. Not that he would admit it himself, but I do think that a break would do him good. He has been teaching about the same thing even before I started teaching at the school. Therefore, I am willing to accept your application. Welcome to Hogwarts, Professor Bonnefoy."

AN:

So, that was chapter 2! I would have put in a picture of France's wand, but Fanfiction wouldn't let me... If you are really couious you can try to google "wands" and (on my computer) it is in the picture on the 6th row together with five other not quite normal looking wands.