A New Prophecy Chapter 1:

The Minister of Magic Hermione Jane Granger-Weasley stood staring out of the enchanted windows in her office. For once she was glad of the display of magical prowess, she after three years in office still deemed unnecessary and had yet gotten rid of, there had been, and was still, so many other things to prioritize. Now it provided her with an escape, a way of showing that she was thinking over the problem she'd been presented without being distracted by the anxious and expecting faces of those standing in front of her desk. At long last, she turned around to face them. She'd reached her decision, but she would still need to talk and discuss with them, and the other parties she was planning to involve.

'You're sure about this? There's no way you could've been mistaken, or misinterpreted?' She also wanted to be doubly sure before she voiced her opinion, and plan. 'It wouldn't be the first time a misinterpretation drives someone to actions that ultimately prove fatal.'

'This isn't like it was with the prophecy that concerned your friend, Harry Potter, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.', assured the Leader of Department of Mysteries Mary White. She stood face to face with the Minister, flanked by two people, Senior and Junior Undersecretaries to White, Erin Roberts and Charlie Harris, respectively.

Although the identity of every employee of the Department of Mysteries, the so-called Unspeakables, was classified for security reasons, Minister Hermione Granger-Weasley, was one of the few, if not the only one knowing their identities. None the least because she was highly reliable.

'Normally, I wouldn't have told anyone about anything that goes on there, and if I were to tell anyone, I would've told him instead of you. But the situation being what it is, I felt that you should know.'

'Whom was the…', for a minute it seemed that Hermione struggled with the word to use. '…voice?'

'A centaur named Aurora.'

'A female centaur? We don't see many of them.'

'No, but she said the stars guided her to the Ministry, and by following the policy the former Minister Shacklebolt, and later you, put forth, she was allowed almost unlimited access everywhere.'

'As the species deserve.', Hermione put in.

'I'm not saying that they don't.', White put in earnestly. 'Heavens know we can never fully make amends for our misconduct towards the centaurs and other species that co-exist with us. Anyway, she came into… that room.', White was careful with being too earnest about everything concerning the Department of Mysteries. Even if she did believe the stories about how Hermione and her friends had been at the Department of Mysteries themselves. 'First, it just seemed that she realized that she'd made a wrong turn or something and was about to leave. Then, she stopped, her eyes went misty, and…'

'And she spoke.', Hermione concluded for her.

'Yes, a crystal ball was brought forward right away, and the thing was recorded, but not before she made me promise not to tell anyone.'

'But you're telling me, now.'

'Well, she'd one exception to that promise; if it came true enough for us to believe in it. Then, and only then, could I let three other people, whom she described, know the full extent of the prophecy.'

Not quite knowing how she was going to respond to this piece of information, although she'd a battle plan of sorts, she offhandedly remarked,

'Odd for a centaur to take the word of a witch or wizard she or he didn't know.'

'Ah, the thing is she didn't. My Secretaries,', here she indicated the people he'd brought with him, 'whom was present, was strongly induced to perform an Unbreakable Vow. On all three of us. And since we haven't died yet, we were right in believing you to be one of the three people.'

'You said that this wasn't like the prophecy that concerned Voldemort.', Hermione pressed on, ignoring the unwilling shudder people still had after all these years since the demise of the most dangerous Dark Wizard of any century. 'How so?'

'What I meant was that the situation was different. With that prophecy, it was only fulfilled because he,' White drew a steadying breath, 'Voldemort, acted on it irrationally. Thereby creating his own enemy, and ultimately being his own cause to his death. This prophecy, however, was fulfilled whether we wanted to or not.'

'One last thing before I lay out my plan; How can you be sure that the signs of the prophecy being fulfilled are signs and not just coincidences?'

'Not only did they happen in the same order as the prophecy said, but they also happened exactly the way it said it would. And nothing else can explain it. Believe me, we've tried.'

'I believe you, but I had to ask. Ready to hear my "Battle Plan"?'

The Leader of Department of Mysteries and her Secretaries looked at each other, giving affirmative nods to one another, before nodding to Hermione.

'However, due to the nature of this prophecy, I'm going to go a little Dumbledore; I'm not going to put all my eggs in the same basket. What I want you to do is keep an eye out for more events related to the prophecy. Report to me every occurrence, no matter how small or possibly unrelated you think it is.'

White waited to see if she would say anything more, but when she didn't, White said,

'Was that all?'

'I'll also talk to Hogwarts and see if they're willing to host the prophet "members" at the school. I hope they will; it's likely that it'll cause more problems than the Tri-Wizard Tournaments (especially the one of '94/'95) or anything else that happened during my school years there ever did. I'll also talk to the other Wizarding Schools, to see if they're willing, just in case the people appear there too. It'll be one of the things I address next March at the International Conference, in the most vague and diplomatic ways, along with the possibility of creating wizard guides, it's devastating how easily we risk breaching the International Statute of Secrecy when we go on holiday in other countries. And that was all. One more thing before you go,' she said just as White, Roberts and Harris were leaving, 'if anyone asks; you were here to request, and got granted, increased security on the doors of the Department of Mysteries. Within reason'

As White walked out of the Minister's office with her Secretaries, she heard the Minister call out to her secretary.

Though she didn't tell her everything, Professor Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress at Hogwarts, acquiesced to Hermione's request of enchanting part of a wall, the section that bordered to the ceiling, so that only someone who fit certain requirements walking past would make the words "Welcome Home" appear.

'And you're not going to tell me why you wanted it to be on the wall across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy? Or why you refused to consult or even allow the portrait of Professor Dumbledore to wander this corridor while we performed very complicated spells? Even if they were very complicated spells, surely you don't think he would've disturbed us, do you?', Professor McGonagall looked at the still young Minister.

'No, to all your questions. I'm sorry, Professor.', Hermione looked apologetically at the Professor, and for a moment, she looked as young as the first time McGonagall had laid eyes on her. When she was just a scared eleven-year old who so desperately tried to behave how she thought she needed to, to fit in.

'I trust your judgment, and therefore I won't ask for explanations, anymore, Hermione.'

'I'll explain further when those words show up.'

But the words weren't to show up before McGonagall had retired and Scorpius Malfoy took over the reins as a Headmaster. When they did, Hermione wasted no time coming to Hogwarts, upsetting a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight whom had shown up discussing a monetary gift, to explain the matters.

'Ah, Madam Minister.', Scorpius greeted her, stately standing up from his seat behind the Headmaster's desk when she came stumbling out of the fireplace. Percy Weasley was also there, he'd come to renew the school brooms according to the Ministerial Broom Regulations, sitting in the chair the Headmaster had ready for every visitor. 'I didn't expect to see you so soon after my missive.'

'Well, Headmaster, this is rather serious matter. If it doesn't affect the whole wizarding community at large, I'll be very surprised.'

'Please sit down.', Scorpius said automatically, and a bit terrified, pointing to the chair he'd conjured for her. Percy was terrified too; he hadn't seen such intensity in her since the Battle of Hogwarts.

'Thank you.', she answered him equally automatic as she sat down.

'Should I leave, Hermine?', Percy asked.

'Yes, I think that for the best. It's not that I don't trust you, but some things need to be kept a secret between as few people as possible.' Percy nodded and left, then Hermine turned towards Scorpius. 'What I'm about to say can't leave this room, not even by the portraits.', she gave each one a stern look, having to stand up for a moment before she sat down again, so she could spin around in order to see them all. She was rewarded with a grim nod and a deep profound silence, then she continued. 'All the pupils whom have invoked the words "Welcome Home", they need to get their own private club, use whatever excuse you must, because those pupils, those First Years, are possessors of great magic. Yes, I know what you're going to say,', she cut him off before he could speak, 'everyone is capable of great magic if they just study hard. But it's not that kind of magic I'm speaking of, nor am I speaking of an ingrained magic like the Veelas, Leprechauns, puckwudgies, goblins or house-elves have. Nor am I referring to those with a special affinity for branches of magic, like those who are born with Legilimency. No, I'm talking about great magic, as in explosive magic,', she seemed to have taken the word out of thin air, 'as in an Obscurus that can still be developed even if they've accepted that they're witches and wizards and don't try to suppress their magic. On a much bigger and more dangerous scale than Creedence Clearwater ever produced. And yet, I haven't told you all.'

There was a grave silence while Scorpius and Hermione stared at each other, both seated, across the Headmaster's desk. Finally, Scorpius had to consent to the truth he saw in her eyes.

'By Dumbledore!', was his reaction.

'No, by Merlin.', she corrected him.

There was much debate about what they should call the club, but finally Yao Wang, chosen as the spokesperson for the seventeen people whom had evoked the words, told the staff the conclusion they'd come to,

'The Hetalia Club, aru.'

Author's notes:

And so, starts my Pottertalia. This story is more planned and thought of than my previous ones. This is also my first story to be a crossover. Originally in this story, I'd planned to have Percy as the Headmaster of the day, but I then realized that I liked where he was, so Scorpius got to try the job. The first part of this chapter is placed, as mentioned, three years after Hermione has become Minister for Magic, while the second part, and indeed the rest of this story is placed somewhere after The Next Generation (Albus Severus Potter and so on) but before their kids again start Hogwarts. I don't own Hetalia or the Wizarding World. They're owned by Hidekaz Himaruya and J.K. Rowling, respectively.

In the next chapter:

'Well,', Gilbert started, 'I've heard from the other students on the train that we've to fight against a monster. And whatever we choose as a weapon decides which House, we'll be Sorted into.'

'That's a lie.', Antonio said, still smiling, he was always happy. Mi hermano goes to Hogwarts, and he said we just wear a hat. And then the hat will decide which House we get Sorted into.

'What can you tell me about the different Houses?'