"Hey bro, hurry up. I wanna' get a good seat!"

Canada looked up from his polar bear (how he got it on the train is still out for debate) and whisper-yelled "coming, Alfred."

Bounding up the steps and onto the platform, Alfred shouted back to him "Hey Canadia, what is the name of our school again? I think its hog-snorts or John-Shaurts or something like that"

Canada just rolled his eyes and sighed "it's Hogwarts, and you know not to call me Canada in public, eh, it's Mathew."

Then the duo walked onto the train.

Well Canada walked... America did a sort of skip-run.

"There! Come on I found the perfect spot" Alfred shouted, causing the front half of the train to stare at them and a certain Canadian to flush red and start mumbling about being an only child.

"Ok Alfred, let's just take our seat, eh."

"Sure. No Problamo Por Favor." Alfred mocked in an (actually quite good) Spanish accent.

Mathew just face-palmed and sat down, for once glad no one could see him.

"Hey Alfred, do you think anyone will be suspicious of us, since we are joining as second years?" Canada politely asked in his usual quiet voice, walking in and closing the door behind him.

Then Alfred responded his usual way. By just laughing ridiculously loud.

"Hahaha, wow Ca-Mathew" catching himself mid mistake. "You are almost as paranoid as Iggy, we'll be fine. I'm sure he already came up with some sort of Alibi or something for us."

"Yes but…" Mathew tried to interrupt.

"Bro-ski we'll be fine. After all, you're with the hero!" He continued on ignoring his twin.

"But…"

"Plus soon we'll be able to do all sort of magical things'"

"Yes but Alfred…"

"Like flying and making brooms be able to clean by themselves so I don't have to do anything and…"

"I don't think that's how it wor..."

Still ignoring his brother America just kept on babbling on and on about how 'totally way more badass than when Iggy got a star stuck in head' having magic would be.

Eventually he was stopped though by a clearing of a throat and three kids, looking as if they were second years too standing in their train room.

"So then you add the pig snout to the warthog drool and mix together with fairy hair and let it simmer for an hour, then…"

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Meanwhile

Hermione was 'explaining' (babbling), about how to make a potion to turn someone blue while walking onto the train.

"OK, OK 'Mione we get it, you studied over summer. How on earth were you not a Ravenclaw" Ron grumbled.

Meanwhile Harry simply sighed and continued to wander down the train's interior looking for an available room.

"Well you know, just because you are jealous at how much smarter I am, doesn't mean you can be rude about it." Hermione simply stated and walked ahead, leaving Ron behind and walking next to Harry.

"Please remind me why we choose her over, I don't know, a troll to be our friend" Ron grumbled.

Harry just rolled his eyes and kept walking forward.

Then he heard the booming laughter.

He like, most of the rest of the train, looked towards the shut, supposedly sound proof door.

"What the…" he trailed off.

He and Ron ran up to Hermione, who was standing by the door.

"So I guess we should go in?" she said, more of a question than a statement.

"I guess?" Ron said in the same voice.

So Harry carefully creaked open the door and looked inside.

There was one, wait no two, boys sitting in the room.

The first was the one where the loud laughing was coming from.

He was wearing what looked like an old American air force bomber jacket with a fifty on the back, had almost cartoonish blue eyes surrounded by glasses and had a cowlick in his wheatish blonde colored hair.

He was non-stop babbling to the poor kid across from him.

The other kid was strange to say the least. He looked almost transparent? Almost as if he was a ghost.

Despite that quality, he looked actually almost identical to the other.

He had the same build and glasses and his eyes were an equally cartoonish purple.

He was wearing a long tan coat, and had slightly longer hair than what the trio assumed was his brother.

He also had a strange curl in the front and looked to be holding a… Polar bear?

The three stood there for a full minute just staring, hoping to catch either ones attention.

It was strange to say the least. The blonde with the cowlick never stopped once! Not even to breath.

His brother kept trying to interject to no success.

It was almost comical, but Hermione was tired and wanted to sit down, so she cleared her throat.

"Excuse me" she cleared her throat.

They both whipped their heads around and saw the trio.

"Yes, hello my name is Hermione Granger and this is Ron Weasley and I'm assuming you know Harry Potter" she said, sending Harry a knowing smirk.

The blonde one to the right, the one with the cowlick responded first.

"Nope never heard of ya'll before in my life" He said with an almost too big to be real smile, "though I'm sure you recognize me, Alfred F. Jones cause I'm the hero and that kid sitting across from me is my super awesome, brother 'aka sidekick' Mathew Williams." He said in one breath.

Mathew just looked and the floor and muttered a barely audible "hi, eh".

The trio just stood there, gaze drifting from one brother to the other and back again.

"So dudes, and dudett, do you wanna' like totally sit down, ya'll must be sick of lugging' those bags around." Alfred cheerfully stated.

"Y-yeah eh, d-do you need some help" the other said in a hushed tone.

The three standing there still flabbergasted and just sheepishly shook their heads.

They stowed their luggage and started to file in next to the twins.

Harry sat next to Alfred and Hermione and Ron sat next to Mathew.

"So…" Hermione trialed "what year are you guys?"

"We're second years, but we this is our first year at this school."

"Oh, so why did you switch schools then?"Hermione questioned.

The two brothers looked at each other and dropped their mouths.

Hermione more than a little curious now and asked "well…"

"Well, uh you see" Alfred stuttered.

'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god'

'Well Iggy didn't give us an Alibi' Alfred thought.

'Yep we're screwed'.

Trying desperately to think of something he started stuttering out "well, uh you see?"

Luckily, seeing how badly his brother was struggling, Canada spoke out.

"We didn't find out we were wizards until last year and by then it was too late to try to enroll, so we did our own studying at home to keep up so we could join with the second years" Canada said in what was actually the loudest Alfred remembers him being in a long time, it was almost normal volume.

"Oh so I'm assuming you are a Muggle born" Hermione stated.

She saw both of their faces drop lower and instantly regretted it.

"Oh, no, no I wasn't insulting you, I'm one too I was just curious".

Alfred who was laughing to cover his nervousness, (a perpetual habit of his), looked up at Hermione.

"No need to apologize, it's just, it's well, complicated, to answer your question, well it's hard to explain, but no we're not Muggle born…I guess"?

Hermione, confused by the answer but not wanting to push it any further, decided to move on.

"So where are you from?" she asked instead.

Both brothers gave and audible sigh of relief, which stood to confuse Hermione more, and then Alfred answered.

"I'm from the good ole' U.S of A, land of the free, home of brave and place of HEROS!" He practically screamed the last part.

Then looking over at his brother he then added "Oh yeah, Matt's from Canadia".

"It's Canada" he sighed out. It was quite obvious this happened a lot.

The trio also thought they heard the little bear in his lap ask "who?", but figured it would be best to ignore it.

"Whatever you say bro-ski."

Then the intercom crackled to life and said announced that snacks are now being sold in the center car for limited time only.

Alfred jumped up and grabbed Mathew's hand, pulling it so hard that if he were a human it probably would have been dislocated, and ran out yelling.

"GTG the hero's food waits for no one" and dragging along a poor Canadian that just let himself be pulled along his only protest being a barely audible "maple".

Harry and his friends followed along, walking at a much slower pace than the American, and got in line about five kids behind them.

When Alfred reached the front of the line he bent down looking into the display like a kid at the ice cream store and said,

"I'll have six of everything."

The lady running the counter, (and everyone else in line for that matter), openly gaped at the boy, who true to his (inability to read the atmosphere for his life) self, completely ignored them.

"Are you sure?" the lady asked, raising her eye brow questionably at him.

"Yeah, actually your right. Since I'm sharing with Mattie I'll need more. Make it seven of everything" Alfred said with a sunshiny grin.

"Okay?" the lady exclaimed questionably. She gathered up seven of everything and loaded it onto a cart since it wouldn't fit into any of the bags.

"That will be Ninety Galleons" she said.

"Sure thang' ma'am" he said, letting a little of his southern drawl through as he handed her the money.

Alfred grabbed the cart and started to walk away from the front of the line to wait by Harry and the gang, dragging Mathew along with him.

"Ya' know you guys don't have to wait, you could have some of mine" he said gesturing to the loaded cart.

"Uh ok…. Thanks, I guess?" said Harry questionably.

"Dude it's no problem, the hero always saves the day!" Alfred chuckled, and then gave his signature hero pose.

Canada sighed and muttered to them, "he's always like this eh; I don't know how we're related".

Alfred continued walking while unceasingly babbling to no one in particular, the trio trailing behind him pretending that they care and/or understand a words that is coming out pf his mouth, while Mathew was silently strolling behind him and the others until he bumped into something.

Too bad that some 'thing', was a some 'one'.

A platinum blonde someone.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, eh" The Canadian stuttered out apologetically.

Alfred and the others were far ahead of him now and Mathew muttered.

"I am really sorry, you alright?"

When Canada looked up he was staring into a pair of silver, snake like eyes, seemingly ripped strait of a viper.

He had two boys on either side of him and both looked as if they could beat him up in a second. Well, if it weren't for the fact he also had his brother's freaky strength they could have, but Mathew is kind of a pacifist so violence for him is a last resort.

The boy with silver eyes smirked and looked down at the quivering Canadian.

"I-I'm sorry eh" he mocked.

"I-I just was too b-busy in my own l-little world of dolls and unicorns to look up" he continued laughing.

Mathew, not one for confrontation, just tried to shy away muttering politely.

"Excuse me please, I-I have to get through to find my brother".

"E-excuse me" The blond kid kept going, now having his 'body guards' surround Mathew from either side leaving him backed up against the wall, both literally and figuratively.

"Why are you so eager to get away? Can't fight your battles without your brother?" He sneered.

For once Mathew wished he was invisible.

Mathew just stood there shaking, waiting for the kid to do something.

Then he heard a shout from down the corridor.

"Malfoy stay away from the kid. Look at him he's shivering."

"Mind your own business Potter" the kid retorted back.

Then turning back to Mathew he smirked and stated "now let's have some fun."

Malfoy grabbed Canada by the collar of his shirt and pressed him up against the wall, pointing his wand at him.

Then the train shook.

Literally, it shook.

"Get. Your. Hands. Off. My. Brother." an angry yet sickening calm voice called. The owner of the voice creating an aura that would have given Russia a run for his money.

"Oh is that your big, bad scary brother?" He laughed "oh I'm shaking in my boots". He said calmly despite him and everyone in the train doing literally just that.

"We can either do this peacefully or you can die? Your choice" Alfred said in a sickly sweet voice.

"W-well, Crabbe, Goyle get him".

"Wrong choice".

Crabbe threw a punch at Alfred, so he grabbed his wrist and flung him into the metal floor, denting it quite a lot. Then when Goyle snuck up behind him. Alfred quickly spun and punched him in the gut sending him flying and banging against the wall at the end of the room.

Now once again, he went back to his sickening calm composure.

"I suggest you hand him over now" he said.

"W-why should I?" Draco said, trying to keep at least a little dignity.

"Good question". His smile dropped and was replaced by a deadpan expression.

"One is this" and with that he punched strait through metal wall, as if it wasn't even there. "And that's not even half my strength" his smile reappeared even bigger than before, completely disregarding the stunned faces of the first years on the other side of said wall.

"And second" America pulled out a gun and cocked it "Is this". Alfred shot right next to Malfoy, just scraping his ear.

"I suggest you look behind you before you say I missed." Alfred deadpanned.

Slowly turning Draco saw on the wall, a little fly pinned by its wings to the wall.

He didn't even know that was possible.

Dropping Mathew, Malfoy backed away and sneered at Alfred.

"When my father hears of this you'll not only be expelled but your life ruined!" Draco huffed.

"Draco, oh, Draco, you seem to forget the situation you are in right now, but that besides the point, one I don't care If I get expelled and two, they can't expel me anyway" Alfred laughed polishing his silver revolver with his shirt.

"What do you bloody mean can't?" Draco screamed "do you know who I am? I am a Malfoy!"

"Once again, first off, if I had no idea who Harry Potter is, and apparently he's a big deal, what are the odds I've heard of you. And second you haven't met my big brother Iggy."Alfred calmly explained.

"Well if he is so important, who is you 'big brother'? If he's anything like your twin he's probably owns a dress shop in France." Malfoy mocked.

Alfred was ready to blow a gasket and screamed "If you want to live you don't ever say anything about Arthur! I will rip off you head off if he doesn't do it first, I'll let you know my brother is the mother f…"

Then Canada ran over to America putting his hand over his mouth to keep him from spilling their secret before they even arrive on campus.

"Amer-Alfred" he caught himself mid mistake "calm down, don't let the whole world know, eh."

"He insulted Iggy, the little brat has the audacity to insult Engl..." and Alfred mouth is once again covered.

"Alfred stop" Canada pleaded.

"Alfred stop" Draco mocked, acting brave. "I bet 'Iggy' is just as much of a wimp is little 'Madeline' over here."

Alfred started really thrashing "let me at em' let me at em'" His New York accent coming through strongly.

"Alfred if you don't back down I WILL pull Nantucket!" Mathew screamed in a voice usually reserved for Hockey.

Alfred glared at his brother "you wouldn't dare".

Mathew glared right back "I will if I have to".

Alfred glared for a minute longer that sighed and threw his hands up defeated.

"Fine I won't beat the snake into a next Sunday" then Alfred turned to glare at Malfoy.

"You're lucky; if Canada wasn't here you would be dead"

Mathew face palmed at when he said 'Canada'.

Then the trio, who have been watching the whole time in the back-round and Malfoy both questioned.

"Canada?"

The color drained from Alfred's face and he grabbed Mathews hand and started dragging him towards their room on the train.

Hey was so enraged he didn't even hear the words being shouted behind him.

"You're lucky Potter; you have been replaced as my top target. I will find out the bloody yanks secrets, whatever it takes and bury him with them! And his brother too!"

Malfoy stalked off, probably to find some temporary body guards since his usual ones were still half-crushed into the wall.

-o-

The Golden trio just looked at each other and stared in silence.

After a full seven minutes of just staring Hermione finally opened her mouth and exclaimed "what was that?"

Harry just stared right back and said "I don't know but I suggest we find out".

Then they booth looked at Ron who just shrugged and said "I'm still figuring out how they got a polar bear and a revolver on the train, but they confiscated my mouthwash"

Harry and Hermione just groaned.

-o-

"Well that was not how I imagined the train ride. If Iggy finds out he is going to KILL me, and not with a chair this time either."

Alfred was pacing back and forth across the little room in the train.

"Alfred relax. No one is going to say anything, you will be FINE."

"But Canada, I threatened to kill him, KILL HIM! What am I going to do? Maybe I can change my name and try again, or I could fake my death, even though I can't die, so England can't kill me or maybe I could…" Alfred's ramble was cut short by a sharp tuck to his cowlick, Nantucket.

His body stiffened froze until Matt let go.

Then he melted onto the couch.

"I *pant* told *wheeze* you *pant* to never *wheeze* ever *another wheeze * touch Nantucket!" Alfred panted out.

Mathew merely shrugged, going back to his usual whisper, and stated matter-o-factly that "at least I waited until we were alone, eh".

And they were alone, for about thirty for seconds.

Then burst in the usual trio eyes burning into the twins with their unanswered questions.

Questions the twins had no answers to.

Yep, they were screwed.

The first one to speak out was Ron "what the hell was that!'

"Uhhh" the twins said in unison "well, um, yeah you see?"

Hermione shouted from behind Ron,

"Stop with 'yeah um, you see's' this is not Bloody Office Space!"

Then a gift of heaven was bestowed upon the twins. A gift in the form of the cheap, awful quality, intercom.

"Students please by prepared to leave the train; we will be arriving in less than five minutes."

Before any of the three had a chance to speak Alfred quickly rushed in one breath.

"Well, you heard the intercom you better get ready. Cana-Mathew and I are already ready so you guys need to change, besides I need to finish off the cart you know, not good to waste food right".

The three glared at him and said in unison "this conversation isn't over".

They went to the changing room and were in and out in what was probably under fifteen seconds and rushed back to the room.

Then when they got there they saw something that, if even possible, made Alfred look even had finished the ENTIRE cart of sweets in the time they had gone to the changing room.

Was that even wizardly possible?

And to top it all off, even after all that, there he was, eating a burger.

Once again the three just stared open mouthed at the twins.

Just as Harry was about to pipe up, the train screeched to a halt and the students began piling out, rushing like an angry mob.

For once being the leader, (seeing as Alfred was still in no shape to do so), Mathew grabbed Alfred's hand and pulled him out the door, using his almost invisibility to move past the students with ease.

All accept one who spotted him immediately.

"Aww isn't that sweet, little Madeline is trying to be a big tough girl".

You know, if it weren't for the fact that he was trying to beat him up, Canada almost appreciated the fact that Draco at least noticed him. That was an improvement from some (all) family members he has…

"Go away Malfoy, we're not in the mood" grumbled Alfred.

Really he was just still a little dizzy from when Mathew pulled Nantucket.

"Oh so Mr. Rough 'n 'tough bad boy really is just as wimpy as his sister".

Not even having enough stability to respond, Alfred just sighed and muttered something about "blowing up Nantucket".

He got into the boat he was directed into by his superiors, which because fate hated him, was the same as Draco's.

Draco didn't cease to barrage him with insults the entire trip so Alfred just used his favorite card that he always played at world meetings.

The oblivious idiot that can't read the atmosphere card.

It's not an act, he can just turn on or off that personality whenever he likes. Years of practice can really come in handy.

Also it really helps when you have France around; you recognize way less of his perverted comments.

So he went back to babbling to his brother, as if nothing ever happened.

Draco and the trio just gawked at the two (namely Alfred).

In less than ten minutes he had gone from threatening someone with a gun and punching through walls, to an oblivious idiot rambling about hamburgers?

They just don't understand.

The person though having the hardest part with this is Draco.

He has never made up his mind to target someone this fast.

It took him almost a full week before he made a decision to target the boy who lived. But Alfred surpassed Harry Potter, on his mental hit list in less than thirty minutes.

It is all for a very simple reason though.

It's not the cliché he wasn't afraid, or that he stood up to him.

It is the fact him and his brother are hiding something.

He doesn't know what, but he knows they are and people with secrets are the best to destroy.

He won't even have to lay a finger on either of them. He can take them with down by just spreading the word.

Now he just needs to figure out what are the twins' secrets?