Chapter 1: An unexpected request

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England was at home in London, or to be more specific, the basement of his home. Norway, Romania and, surprisingly, Sealand were also there.

A complicated Magic Circle was in the center of the large room. Romania, England and Norway were standing in a triangle around it, while Sealand watched from the stairs where he sat in anticipation.

After all, this was the first time he had seen magic being preformed. He had manged to persuade England to allow him to watch the Magic Trio's next meeting, albeit reluctantly.

Norway started the chanting.

" Santra ba~dra winza~rana~ wonpa~to~rana intrakantera

Santra ba~dra winza~rana~ wonpa~to~rana intrakantera"

England and Romania joined in.

" Santra ba~dra winza~rana~ wonpa~to~rana intrakantera

Santra ba~dra winza~rana~ wonpa~to~rana intrakantera"

Soon tendrils of light had snaked their way around the Nations, red for Romania, blue for Norway and green for England. Sealand watched in fascination, failing to notice the pale yellow light around him.

With an outburst of smoke, the Magic Trio stopped chanting, the light around them fading, as was Sealand's.

When the smoke cleared, in the center of the Magic Circle was a twitching form of a misshapen demon. It was a light pink in color and it's milky eyes were void of any emotion. The demon's limbs were unnaturally long and twisted.

" That was... so... COOL, Desu-yo!" Sealand broke the silence. England gave him an exasperated look.

" I agree with the little guy, that was wicked!" Now it was Romania's turn to receive an exasperated look. Sealand gave a short giggle, he always liked Romania.

" ... Send it back to the hell dimension." Norway sighed, yet another failure with the summoning.

" Right." In the blink of an eye, England sent the demon back.

" Alright you little twit, you can leave now." Sealand stuck out his tongue at his older brother and ran back upstairs, only to return a minute later with a tawny owl on his shoulder.

" Message for you, Jerk England!" The owl flew to the aforementioned man, who quickly untied the letter from the foot of the bird.

England's eyes widened a little as he recognized his older brother, Scotland's handwriting.

Dear Bushy-brows

Recently, I have been hearing about your mishaps with your magic through a source whom I cannot reveal. As of such, I have decided to send you, Norway, Romania and Sealand to Hogwarts for a year. Don't worry, you'll be under a de-aging spell. Of course, Voldemort also has something to do with it.

Meet me at my house tomorrow at 5:00pm, bring the rest of your "club" along with Sealand and we will discuss it there.

Your sexy older brother, Scotland.

England blinked once, twice, three times and frowned.

" Bloody wanker.." Didn't he know Edinburgh was at least a six hour drive?* Sighing, England informed the Romania and Norway about this, inviting them to stay at his house for the night. He would tell Sealand over dinner, seeing as the micronation was staying here for a few weeks anyways.

England still had no clue why Sealand was going, he wasn't magical...

Was he?

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It was a long drive for the four of them. The weather had been unusually hot, well, hot for a country like England. He could only hope the weather up north would be cooler.

The driver of the taxi they were taking was an unpleasant man and had actually scared Sealand into be quiet twice at around the three hour mark. Soon, one by one, Norway, Romania and Sealand dozed off, the heat getting to them.

It was a relief when they drew up at Scotland's house, though it was a little bit of a hassle of waking up the sleeping Nations, getting luggage and paying the driver, whom Norway had a suspicion of charging extra.

Scotland was already waiting for them, judging by the way he was tapping his foot at the door.

" What took you so long?!" Scotland scowled at the younger nations, his accent coming out full force.

" Traffic jam.." Came Norway's reply. Scotland sighed, and led them inside to the kitchen where they sat down.

" So what's this all about, sending us to Hogwarts?!" England questioned almost as soon as he sat down.

" You've surely heard about ol' Voldemort returning, right?" England nodded, he had felt some of the murders. Sealand nodded as well, he had been informed after turning up at England's house coughing up blood after a family of Sealanders had been killed. Romania and Norway knew who he was from the tales they heard from England.

" And you know of the Boy-Who-Lived?" Again, they all knew.

" Do you think I'm going to let him go without protection?" Scotland's eyes were harsh and angry, he had also suffered from the effects of the Dark Lord, as did Wales. The Ireland twins were unaffected for the most part, apart from an incident in Belfast where a couple were murdered. They all knew he was trouble, meaning the Chosen One had to be protected until he was ready.

Romania shook his head and leaned on his elbow, thinking What does this have to do with us going to Hogwarts?

" So, you were the best three candidates to protect him." Norway raised an eyebrow. Three? There was four here.

" What about Sealand?" Romania unintentionally voiced his thoughts.

" He hasn't gone to Hogwarts yet, correct? He has magic abilities, surely you knew this." Sealand looked shocked. Him? Magic? Really? Scotland raised an eyebrow at his youngest brother.**

" You didn't tell him? " Scotland returned his attention to England.

" I didn't even know."

" Remember when Sealand fell off his tower and somehow stood on the water?"

" Yeah.."

" First instance of magic."

" Right."

Scotland rolled his eyes before looking at who were before him.

" You older nations need a de-aging spell so let's get it over with. But, I will warn you that you will be less mature, just like any regular 15 year old. C'mon then."

Scotland led them up to the top floor of the house, which was just a dark musty room lit with a few candles. Bookshelves lined the walls and a Magic Circle was in the center.

Romania, Norway and England took up positions around the Magic Circle as Scotland began to chant something in an unknown language.

There was a bright light, and there stood three confused teenagers. They looked to be around four years older than Sealand's physical age.*** Their clothing was too big and draping off them. The one with blond hair and bushy eyebrows simply looked at Scotland and said..

" You bloody bastard!"

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End: Chapter 1.

*It's really that long of a drive, trust me. I've driven from London to Glasgow before, which is closer, but was still about a 6 hour drive.

**Technically, Sealand is the youngest Kirkland brother. So, just in case you were confused.

***Sealand would look to be around eleven, so the Magic Trio would be fifteen.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! So, question: Should I continue? And, also please point out any mistakes that I may have missed, thanks!