-I am not going to put accents in (minus Hagrid's and a little bit of Scotland's) cuz I am horrible at it.

-Words of different languages have been Google Translated so please tell me if Google lied to me.

-Both Human and Country names used. If Human name has not been revealed I use Country name.

-Sorry if OOC happens. It's unintended.

-I am ignoring 'Davie' in which it shows how a day of a Nation is longer to a human cuz I didn't understand it.

-History of the muggle world during the time of HP is going to be bent a little.

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I am not JK rowling or Himaruya. I am not British nor Japanese.

Oh and I decided NOT to use Nyos. And I might change some bits of this every now and then.

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The version before this have been erased and replaced with this version on the 17th of April, 2018.

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Prologue

The call from Scotland

England

The paperwork seemed to never end. The mountain of paper was stacked up around me. England groaned as a pile of paper toppled down and scattered on the floor, making the carpet below invisible from sight.

Then the phone rang, causing him to reach for it and knock over another pile. He didn't even bother to gather them up as he picked up the phone.

"…Yes? This is Arthur Kirkland," England groggily answered.

"What's wrong with you? You sound like a dead man. Anyways I need you and yer little group of magic friends over at me house," Scotland's voice rung out through England's ears. England couldn't say he was pleased.

"I'm busy with paperwork," England said.

"YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO ME!" Scotland's voice rung out, England putting the phone away from his ears, "THIS IS ABOUT HOGWARTS!" that got England's attention.

"Hogwarts? What about Hogwarts?" England asked, remembering the magic school.

"Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban tha's wha'!" Scotland shouted, "Sirius Black is probably out to murder Harry Potter by now! An' we need 'im for the destruction of Voldemort!"

"I know that," England said, recalling when Voldemort used to reign and the brothers regularly coughed up blood from time to time, "But what do you need me for? Hogwarts is in your territory."

"…I hate to admit this but you have more magic than I do," Scotland said, trembling as he spoke, "And the two other ones."

"You mean Norway and Romania?" England asked.

"Yes those two," Scotland said, "Get those two, and get yer bloody butt over here," then slamming could be heard as Scotland slammed the phone to end the call. England sighed, then gathered up the papers, and left it in a neat pile. He walked out of his office to tell his boss he'll be out for… a while.

'Potter's back at school… just realized it's been more than 10 years since their death…' England thought. The countries had cut themselves off from the magical world a few centuries or so ago, when they became similar to muggles… they didn't accept them. They were afraid of them.

Humans do tend to be afraid of what they do not understand completely. And nations were one of those things they did not understand. And that fear leads to attempts to get the creature under control. Like what the current ministry was doing now with the Centaurs.

England was one of the few nations that still kept on eye on their magical society. Others included his brothers, Romania, and the Nordics. China, France, Japan, and may more countries had magic within them, but they forgot about the magic they used to do. They are aware of the existence of the wizards… but they are now unable to see magical creatures- minus a couple of nations. France had once seen England's magical friends.

But creatures like Flying Mint Bunny is hard to see, similar to the Nargles, only a few wizards could see it.

When Grindelwald showed up, and when he went to America, England almost had a stroke because of the idiot's ignorance. America went sick when that, obscurose (help me with the spelling) named Credence or something killed people and destroyed New York. Then the American magical community was revealed, almost causing a heart attack to America.

England thought it was finally to brag to America that England was right all along; magic did exist. But then his memory of the event got erased by that special rain. Normal memory-erasing spells normally wouldn't work on nations, but this serum-rain somehow did.

Now Scotland was calling him back to the Wizarding world, after years apart from it. Yes he did practice his magic… but by contacting the wizarding world again, he's be risking revelation. The only wizard who currently knew of the nations was Albus Dumbledore. Scotland had met and told the man of their existence after a few accouters and after the brothers decided they needed at least some sort of connection to the magical world to keep up.

England knew he had to go, or who knows what would happen. Magical damage to a nation was stronger than a muggle damage. For example, if a couple of people are murdered in a muggle way, no big deal. But if a muggle or wizard or witch was killed with a magic spell, nations were most likely to cough up blood, suffer a major headache, etc.

England sighed, before contacting Romania and Norway.

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The Trio was in front of Scotland's house. Not yet knocking.

"We're gonna have to knock at some point," Romania told England, who was silent, "Okay I'm knocking," he knocked before England could say anything.

"FINALLY!" came Scotland's voice, and the door flung open, "You three are going to Hogwarts."

"What?" England said, "No, we're just here to talk."

"Ya know tha's not the case ya wanker," Scotland said and the four went inside.

"…so what was that about going to Hogwarts?" Romania asked.

"Ye three are going to turned into Third years- the same age as Potter- and keep a close eye on him," Scotland said, "It's simple, really."

"Why can't you do that again?" England said.

"…Ye bloody trio have more magic than I do, happy?" Scotland scowled.

"Ok, a simple de-aging potion should do the job… we'll have to drink regularly every month though…" England slowly said, "Now, Norway, Romania, do you still have your old wands?"

"'Course," Romania said while Norway said: "Yes."

"I've already alerted Dumbledore that ye three will be goin'," Scotland said, tossing England three Hogwarts Acceptance letters, "Remember that lad, England? He's an ol' man now."

"I remember him," England said, remembering Dumbledore. Dumbledore was the only wizard alive to know about the countries. The others were decided to be… untrustworthy, agreed with England's boss.

"I haven't brought anything," Romania said, "I should go back and get some stuff… tell Moldova and Bulgaria…"

"Before anythin' you're going to Diagon Ally go to get your stuff," Scotland said, "I belive you can just Floo your way there. An' don' expect me to go with ye three. Ah, wait hol' up," he exited the room and came back with a box. He slammed it down on the table causing the whole thing to rumble.

"'Ere's those potions," Scotland said, "For the whole year."

England stared at the box, and carefully opened the lid, expecting some sort of trap to surprise him. But nothing came. He reached for one of the bottles, and uncorked it. The nasty smell filled his nose.

Norway and Romania came to grab a bottle themselves. They glanced at each other, hesitating to drink it.

"Oh come on, it's not like I poisoned it or somethin'!" Scotland said, "And you're all nations! Unless your whole government toppled down and your landmass suddenly disappears, you'd regenerate!"

'Well you could've done it and I won't be surprised,' England thought, then gulped the potion down. He could feel his bones shrinking as the most uncomfortable feeling could be felt on every inch of his body.

He gasped when it stopped. He looked down and saw his clothes were all too big now. Then some clothing was thrown to his head.

"There ya go, some clothin'," Scotland said, then threw a paper bag on the floor, "Got some more from a nearby shop. Don't know what size the other two of you are… just see if anything fits."

"Right," England said, "Now get out."

"Was going to," Scotland said before slamming the door shut. The now-children changed into clothes that fit and England noticed how out-of-date they must look like.

Romania looked down at his small self, then laughed as he looked at England.

"What?" England said.

"You're still short," Romania laughed.

"Shut up," England said.

"Now, now… we have supplies to buy…" Norway said, tugging the other two's ears.

"Ow! Ow! Norge, okay!" England and Romania shouted nearly-screamed.