Disclaimer: I dont own Hp or hetalia axis powers. And btw I don't know everybody in hetalias name, but im gonna do my best otherwise I will just come up with something and with a () it will stand witch country he or she is from.

Selene Potter is gone!

Today we got the news from the minister that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore has had no idea where our savior is for at least seven years.

According to reliable sources, headmaster Dumbledore had placed the girl-who-lived in her magic hating, muggle relative's home!

She was last seen by her squib neighbor just before she would turn four and had according to the woman looked worse for wear. This reporter was not happy with the little information Dumbledore and his Order had given, so this reporter decided to go to the bottom with this mystery. And what I found was the most disturbing I had ever happened to find in my entire career, I assure you dear readers. What I found was the saviors uncle and aunt locked away in prison for child abuse and numerous other ghastly accusations, while the son had gotten into a prison for those younger than fifteen, so called juvie prison, on the same charges and various vandalizing acts!

I assure you, I was shocked to the core by this information, and when I questioned the police, muggle aurors, about little Selene's case, the only thing he said was that she was adopted by a Frenchman and that the rest was classified.

What is the minister of magic doing? What is Albus Dumbledore doing?

If he-who-must-not-be-named ever comes back, how are we supposed to defeat him with the beacon of the light gone?

The poor girl-who-lived had to give up everything for us, and how did we thank her? By throwing her out to the muggle world.

The poor girl can't even go to Hogwarts like her mother and father. I assure you dear readers I will find answers to any questions that might arise!

The man reading had a cup of tea in his hand as he chuckled at the English wizards plight. Francis had been a very happy man these last seven years, not only had he gotten a beautiful daughter but he had not had to go to those wretched meetings in almost five years. And besides that, he got to spite those foolish English wizards.

As his thoughts turned towards his daughter, a sigh escaped his lips and a frown marred the usually smiling face. He would have to introduce his adorable daughter to the other countries soon. After all she was his daughter in more ways than one, his capital, his Paris. With her state as a capital she had grown exceptionally. No longer was she thin and scrawny. No scars marring that perfect glowing lightly tanned skin. Her green eyes were no longer obscured by those horrible coke bottle glasses!

If he was truthful to himself, he was scared what the other nations would do. No nation or capital had magical power, nor were they as ethereally beautiful as little Selene was either.

As if his thoughts had summoned her, Selene came running down the stairs, happily clutching a letter in her hand.

Selenes P.O.V

I was only slightly worried that I would not receive my letter of acceptance from Beauxbatons school for witches. Sitting in the window to my spacious room with my shin in my hand and the elbow of said hand on the window board, my knees tucked in under me.

I immediately let out a whoop of joy, when I saw the pearl white dove in the distance, making its way here. When the dove had landed I offered it a treat as I relived it from its burden. Running down the stairs calling for my père. He would be so happy! Now I could finnaly get these powers under control.

Running into the big parlour, I saw my père sitting in one of the extravagant chairs, looking up from the english news papers he had recently taken to reading.

"What has gotten you so happy ma chère fille?" his voice had the same melodious quality as when I first heard it. Giving him my Smile nr.4, the one which could light up any room, I replied "I got accepted!" As fast as the words left my lips my pére had me in bear hug as he, loudly, exclaimed about how he knew I could do it and how they just couldent reject someone as beautiful and talented as his Selene!

I just laughed and let myself be slung around and coddled. Honestly, my pére did nothing but spoil me, with clothes or just the affection I had missed out on when I was younger. Not that I complained, oh no! far from it, I relished in it, basked in it even.

But when he suddenly got quiet, and bowed down so that he was at the same eye level as me he looked into my eyes in a rare moment of seriousness. "Is something wrong pére?" A sigh escaped his lips as he answered me. "When you got that letter it means you have grown up, and well on your way into adulthood. I was hoping to prolong... That... for a few more years. But the other Nations are admant at meeting you." My pére was seldom worried, and when he was it was reason to be worried yourself. "Why? Why do they want to meet me? Im just a Capital, why would the Nations be interested in me?" "Because, ma belle fleur, no Nation or Capital have ever had magic. Sure we have a tiny amount that enables us to sence our country and appear anywhere we wish four within our borders, and of course, magic enough to bind us to our countrys. But nothing else." Francis frowned as he said that, he really hated brining me down, but this time I understood clearly. I was a power piece, something to be coveted, all the nations would be competing to get me. "How far do you think they would go? To get me, I mean." To my relief his face lightened, no longer frowning. "Not as far as you could believe. They want your co-operation, to come to them willingly." The answere relieved me immensely. A mischevious glint entered my syes as I looked at my pére, his eyes had widened at the look I gave him. "So when is the introduction?" I smiled charmingly. My pére groaned and practically threw himself back on his chair, manga tears flowing down his face as he sobbed about how his daughter was not cautious enough.

Finnaly, I really could not stand my pére serious !