Chapter 49
Cherish the Smiles
Norway

Norway decided he should sit with Michael, Terry and Anthony as Michael in the Hogwarts Express as still gloating about his breakup with Ginny, even if he was with Cho now.

"So why did you let Quidditch break you two up?" Anthony said, "Besides, you got Cho now!"
"Still don't understand why she'd do that," Michael said, "I mean- I mean I left her. Ahem."

"Suuurree," Terry said, "Hey hold up- those three bloody maniacs-!"

Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle was attempting to ambush Harry, England, Ron and Romania – they saw it through the glass.

They jumped out of the compartment, and fired jinxes at the three Slytherins, only to find out that the compartment next to them were also filled with DA members. Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley of the next compartment too had jumped out to fire jinxes.

As a result of multiple jinxed hitting them, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle resembled nothing so much as three gigantic slugs. Harry, Ernie, and Justin hoisted them into the luggage rack and left them there to ooze after they were turned into slugs.

"I must say, I'm looking forward to seeing Malfoy's mother's face when he gets off the train," Ernie said with some satisfaction, as he watched Malfoy squirm above him.

"But the gorillas got an upgrade. We can't let them have that upgrade…" England said, "Perhaps a few more jinxes-"

"No, Arthur, no," Ron said, "I think it's perfect. Where's Collin? This needs to be photographed."

"We'll make sure these three aren't found – can't get into trouble, can we?" Anthony said.

"We'll go and find Collin the Camera Boy," Justin said, and Ernie, Hannah and Susan all departed to find the young boy.

"Lukas, you can go with them," Terry said, referring to the Golden Trio and the two nations, "I am sure you three have stuff to talk about," this time the 'three' meant the Magic Trio.

Norway nodded at them, and the Magic and Golden Trio plus Emilia the cat left to where Ron, Ginny and Neville was waiting for them.

Harry and Ron passed time playing wizard chess while Hermione read out snippets from the Prophet. It was now full of articles about how to repel dementors, attempts by the Ministry to track down Death Eaters, and hysterical letters claiming that the writer had seen Lord Voldemort walking past their house that very morning…

"It hasn't really started yet," Hermione sighed, folding the newspaper up, "But it won't be long now…"

"Hey, Harry," Ron suddenly said, nodding toward the glass window onto the corridor. Norway looked around to see why Ron had said that, to see Cho with Marietta Edgecombe passing by. Harry met eyes with her before looking back down at the chessboard just in time to see one of his pawns chased off its square by Ron's knight.

"What's—er—going on with you and her anyway?" Ron asked quietly.

"Nothing," Harry truthfully said.

"I—er—heard she's going out with someone else now," Hermione tentatively said, glancing over to Norway.

"She is," Norway said, and examined Harry – she seemed fine.

"Harry, you don't fancy her anymore, do you?" England said.

"Huh? Yeah… I don't think so…" Harry said, "I guess… I don't know…"

"Your pupil hasn't dilated, so yes, you probably don't fancy her anymore," England said, "Who's she going out with?"

Norway opened his mouth to answer, but Ginny beat him to it.

"Michael Corner," she said.

"Michael—but—" Ron gaped, "But you were going out with him!"

"Not anymore," Ginny resolutely said, "He didn't like Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch and got really sulky, so I ditched him and he ran off to comfort Cho instead," she scratched her nose absently with the end of her quill, turned The Quibbler upside down, and began marking her answers. Ron looked highly delighted.

"Well, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot," Ron said, "Good for you. Just choose someone—better—next time."

"Well, I've chosen Dean Thomas, would you say he's better?" Ginny vaguely said.

"WHAT?" Ron shouted in surprise, upending the chessboard. Crookshanks and Emilia went plunging after the pieces and Hedwig, Watson and Pigwidgeon twittered and hooted angrily from overhead while Negru screeched- it was chaos.

"Emilia stop!" Norway said, as the big cat pounced right at Neville and his Mimbulus Mimbeltonia- they made contact- SPLAT!

The plant Neville was holding spewed the icky goo all over the compartment again, making the animals cause even more chaos.

They were trying to get the animals under control while trying to get the goo off their hands to their wands won't slip out of their hands when the compartment door slid open.

In seconds, the animals had stopped moving and the compartment was back to its clean self. Norway turned to see who had opened the door, and saw Scotland.

"The hell was goin' on in here?" he asked, "And I saw the three slug-like artworks- neat, I say," Scotland said.

"Didn't need your help," England spat.

"Oh yes ya needed it," Scotland said.

"If the goo wasn't on my hands-"

"Yeah but it was on yer hands," Scotland said with his smirk and departed.

"What is he? Just coming and going-? What's his bloody purpose? Annoying me?" England huffed.

"…I think his smirk and 'come and go' makes him, er, cooler," Neville quietly said, and England gave him a look that he is out of his mind.

"My brother, cool?" England snorted, "You must be mad."

"He is popular amongst the girls," Ginny said, and England also gave her a look.

"What? I'm telling the truth," Ginny said, "After Vlad, Arthur and Lukas turned out to have partners already, they were all gloomy, then boom. Allistor showed up."

"Well they're all out of their bloody minds," England huffed.

"Don't be so tsun Iggy~" Romania joked, and earned a punch.

Norway made sure that he enjoyed the train ride as much as he could – he doubted that the world after this will be the same at it was before.

Cherishing the last cheerful moments was something everyone in the compartment did during that ride.

-0-0-0-

The train slowed down in the approach to King's Cross, and the people in the compartment reluctantly left the train.

Norway did not expect anything much when he went back out to the muggle world, but he saw people he did not expect when he stepped out.

Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George and Sirius were waiting for Harry, probably. Norway turned to see Harry stepping out as well – and saw the look of glee on his face as he saw Sirius.

"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed, and ran over to ther man, wearing his muggle best. Sirius was trying best to cover his face, as the news that he wasn't a murderer hasn't been announced in the muggle world yet.

"Ron, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed and ran over to hug her children, "Oh, and Harry dear—how are you?" she hugged Harry too, before Harry hugged Sirius again. Mrs Weasley moved on.

"Lukas, Vlad and Arthur! All fine?" she said, hugging each of them.

"Yes, we're fine, thank you Mrs Weasley," Norway said.

"Though Arthur- you've gotten paler," Mrs Weasley said in worry.

"Oh that- I er, cought a cold," England said, and faked some coughs. Mrs Weasley raised her eyebrows – her mother senses were probably tingling right now.

"What are you all doing here, though?" Romania asked out loud as Harry finished a conversation with Sirius.

"Well," Lupin said with a slight smile on his tired face, "We thought we might have a little chat with Harry's aunt and uncle before letting them take him home."

"Yes, I'd like a few words with them too," Sirius said.

"I dunno if that's a good idea," Harry said at once.

"Oh, I think it is," Moody growled, "That'll be them, will it, Potter?"

He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder, and Norway's eyes followed his thumb to see the three Dursleys.

"Ah, Harry!" Mr. Weasley said, turning from Hermione's parents, whom he had been greeting enthusiastically, and who were taking it in turns to hug Hermione, "Well—shall we do it, then?"

"Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur," Moody said.

"Let's go then," Sirius said.

Norway looked forward to what was about to happen as he walked after Moody and Mr Weasley to where the Dursleys stood. Hermione noticed, and disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group of people swarming over to the Dursleys.

"Good afternoon," Mr. Weasley pleasantly said to Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt right in front of him, "You might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley."

Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr. Weasley, not saying a word. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant- though he wasn't doing a good job at it.

"We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry," Mr. Weasley said, still smiling.

"Yeah," Moody growled, "About how he's treated when he's at your place."

Vernon's mustache twitched.

"I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house—"

"I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley," Moody growled

"Anyway, that's not the point," Tonks interjected, "The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry—"

"—and make no mistake, we'll hear about it," Lupin pleasantly added.

"Yes," Mr. Weasley said, "Even if you won't let Harry use the fellytone—"

"Telephone, sir," Romania whispered.

"If we get any hint that my godson has been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to," Sirius said with a glare.

"And the way we answer will not be pleasant for you," Moody growled.

Vernon swelled.

"Are you threatening me, sir?" he said, so loudly that passersby actually turned to stare.

"Yes, I am," Mad-Eye said in a pleased voice.

"And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?" Vernon barked.

"Well…" Moody said, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."

He turned from Uncle Vernon to Harry. "So, Potter… give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along…"

Petunia whimpered.

"'Bye, then, Potter," Moody said.

"Take care, Harry," Lupin quietly said, "Keep in touch."

"Harry, we'll have you with me as soon as possible," Sirius said, "I am your godfather after all."

"We'll see you soon, mate," Ron anxiously said, shaking Harry's hand, then the Magic Trio's, "See you all soon…"

"Really soon," Hermione earnestly said.

"I hope," Romania said, "Gotta keep Harry sane, don't we?"

"And er Arthur," Hermione lowered her voice, "Take care… I don't think the Eaters will stay put."

"I know, thanks for your concer-" England was cut off by Scotland grabbing his head.

"Wee bro just left his big bro without saying goodbye?"

"Oh for Pete's sake just STOP IT ALLISTOR!" England shouted, and Scotland knocked him out, taking England's anger as a chance.

"He's just my wee bro everyone, I'm not kidnapping a child," Scotland told the passing people that were staring at them as he piggybacked England.

"…You're never going to let him forget this, are you Vlad?" Norway said.

"Nope. Wish I had a camera- wait until he finds out that you piggybacked him, Allistor," Romania laughed.

Scotland snorted and turned to Harry, "See ya soon Harry – I'll be teachin' again next year."

"No Binns again! Great!" Ron exclaimed, "So erm- er Harry. We should get going. Really bye now."

"I'll send you letters!" Romania said, "The muggle way, I mean. Negru can't deliver letters."

"Don't be surprised if a bunch of æbleskivers are sent," Norway said, "Erika always makes too much of them."

"See you soon, very, very soon, Harry," Hermione said.

Harry smiled at them all, raised a hand in farewell, turned around, and led the way out of the station with his aunt, uncle and cousin trailing behind him.

The Weasleys and the Grangers left too, and so did the nations.

This was just another goodbye.

Perhaps it wasn't a goodbye to their friends, but a goodbye to the playful times. Voldemort was back, and Norway knew that the playful times was over. The nation's mission of protecting Harry Potter was not just protecting The Boy Who Lived.

It was protecting their friends – all of them.

Bye-bye, joyful and careless times.

But, be sure to come back when the threat is gone

-0-No POV-0-

"Imperio," a cold, menacing voice spoke, and then a whimpering voice followed it.

"You'll… not… succeed…"

"Imperio," the cold voice repeated, and another whimper could be heard. The owner of the cold voice ignored the whimpers – it seemed as if he did not hear them at all.

"You approached us first, remember?" the cold voice said, "You betrayed your kind, no matter what you think. I am just keeping you from… betraying again… Imperio."

"I did not…"

"You did, that night…"

"…I did…"

Voldemort put on a wicked smile as the nation finally came under the spell.

"Now, dear nation… your next mission… go with my Eaters to have some fun."

-0-0-0-

The identity of this poor nation will NOT be revealed just yet!

Also, I tried to make Emilia, Negru and Watson play more of a part but thats harder than I expected.

Oh well.

This is the end of the Order of the Pheonix. Thanks for sticking around with me. I appreciate all of you for reading this crap. And more thanks to the people who followed, favourited or reviewed! Even if you did not, many thanks to you too! I love all of you readers for encouraging me and keeping me out of my pit of depression.

Love ya all!

-PotterheadNo.04