[FanFic] A Wizards War - Chapter Two
Title: A Wizards War
Author: shinju90
Summary: Arthur Kirkland's magic has always been a bit wonky. After all, he never had anyone to teach him how! But after a careless joke by another nation he sets off to learn. Arthur heads to Hogwarts ready to brush up on his magic while teaching a Muggle Studies class on the side. But unknown to Arthur, the Wizarding World is again heading towards a war and he is about to find himself dragged into it.
Rating: T (might go up in the future)
Pairing: mentions of past and future FrUK, past UK/AD, UK/SS
Warnings: Clearly a Harry Potter crossover, spoilers for book 1-4 after that it will be a different story. Use of Human names for the Nations
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hetalia. I just like to mix them up and watch the chaos I create.
A/N: I started writing this when the plot bunny hopped into my head. I'm usually not a big fan of crossovers, but Hetalia and Harry Potter are my two great loves XD Due to the fact that I have several other fics in the works, including my NaNo story that I have yet to finish. Updates with be extremely irregular.
Chapter Two
Ollivanders
As they rounded the corner Mr. Weasley released a loud infectious laugh that Arthur couldn’t help but imitate. He sighed, wiping a hand across his eyes as he looked at the smaller man. “Were you serious about showing me around muggle London? If I could find the time, oh! That would be amazing!” His eyes were shining and Arthur could see that at least some of Malfoy’s comment was true.
Arthur Weasley truly loved muggles and muggle things. The nation smiled, he would love to show the accomplishment of the muggle world to Mr. Weasley. It was hard to find a wizard that would actually appreciate them.
“Now, where were you wanting to go next?”
Arthur paused, glancing around the streets. He felt that he was finally beginning to get his bearings. “I was hoping to head to Ollivanders. My old wand just isn’t wanting to work with me so I thought that I would purchase a new one.” He pointed down a side street. “It is this way right?” At Mr. Weasley’s nod he smiled. “Ah, good! I think I am finally starting to learn the layout of the streets again.”
Mr. Weasley laughed, “Yes, they are rather confusing when you don’t visit very often. The first time I brought my twins to pick up their supplies for Hogwarts; they disappeared practically the moment I opened the archway. Found them an hour later in Knocturne Alley trying to barter some bloke out of a cursed mirror to prank their sister with.”
Arthur laughed, although he himself had had a few accidents over the years dealing with cursed mirrors that weren’t anything to laugh about. “They sound like a wild pair! How many children do you have?” Mr. Weasley smiled, the look in his eyes suddenly far away. His back straightened slightly and his chin raised. If he had been a muggle Arthur would have expected him to whip out a wallet full of snapshots. The man was clearly very proud of his children.
“My oldest is, of course, Bill. Like I mentioned he works as a curse breaker for Gringotts. He’s living in Egypt right now, they have some sort of archeological dig going on. Unearthing some ancient Egyptian wizards tomb and the like. Lot’s of curses to break. Molly, my dear wife, is terrified that he is going to miss something someday and get eaten by a mummy.”
Arthur’s smile wilted slightly. He had never understood peoples desire about disturbing the resting places of the dead. He was dreadfully glad that dear old Arthur’s resting place was on an unplotable island, to muggles and wizards alike. He wouldn’t want the poor fellow to have to wake up any earlier than he had too.
“My second eldest is Charlie. He’s a dragon keeper in Romania.” His face turned a little ashen. “Don’t really need to explain what Molly worries about for that one. Just last week we received a letter that one of his colleagues had an arm bitten off by their female Hebridean Black.” They winced in unison. If the poor lad survived the initial bite, he was going to have a hell of a time re-growing that arm. “My third lad Percy,” he stooped a little, casting his gaze around. “Well, he recently got a job with the Ministry and we haven’t seen him much since Dumbledore’s announcement. Blasted fool of a boy.” Arthur’s brows furrowed. Dumbledore had made an announcement? He opened his mouth to ask what it had been about but Mr. Weasley had already plowed on ahead.
“Fred and George are our twins. Brilliant boys both of them. Absolutely brilliant! But I’m afraid that they have a rather large sense of humor. It tends to get them into trouble quite a lot. They are going to be in the Seventh Year at Hogwarts this year. I wish that they would focus harder on their NEWTS rather than their pranks.” Mr. Weasley’s face was a mixture of pride and frustration. Arthur wondered if he would meet the twins, if he ever did he would have to try to straighten them up a little.
“Ron is my youngest boy. He’ll be a Fifth Year, he just got his prefects badge in the mail this morning.” His eyes were shining with pride. “That’s actually what brought me to the Alley this morning. I stopped by to pick him up a small present.”
The crowds parted before them and in the distance Arthur could see the old battered sign of Ollivanders Wand Shop. Inside his pockets his fingers were twitching and he found himself distracted from his new friend. Would a new wand help him control his magic any better?
“Ginny, well Ginerva but everyone calls her Ginny, she’s our youngest and our only girl. Molly loves all the boys dearly. But she had always wanted a girl, I was terrified that she was never going to have one. But then there was little Ginny!” Mr. Weasley opened the door and a bell rang deep in the recesses of the shop. “She’s going to be in her Fourth Year.”
“Ah! Well if it isn’t Arthur Weasley! Twelve inches, rowan wood with a dragon heart string core. Very good for conjuring and defense.” An old man was making his into the front room of the shop. Arthur had never seen Mr. Ollivander in person before, but he had no doubt that this man was him. His hair was grey and balding on the top of his head, he carried with him a tape measure. “I trust that it is doing well.” His piercing eyes transferred towards Arthur and he felt himself shudder slightly. Those eyes seemed to peer right through him. “So I can only assume that it is your companion here that is in need of my services.”
Arthur nodded, regaining his composure and stepped forward, offering the man his hand as Mr. Weasley took a seat on a short rather crushed looking stool.
“You assume correctly Sir. My name is Arthur Kirkland and I am in the market for a new wand.” Mr. Ollivander completely ignored the offered hand. Choosing instead to drag Arthur into the center of the small room and begin taking his measurements. The tape measurer floated beside him, stretching out to measure both of his arms individually then his entire arm span together. When it switched to measuring his legs Mr. Ollivander began pulling boxes of wands off of the multitude of shelves. It dropped away when he opened the first box, presenting the wand inside to Arthur.
“Here we are Mr. Kirkland, give this one a wave. Ten and a half inches, rosewood, unicorn tail hair core.” Arthur grasped it and gave it a quick wave. But he quickly shook his head at the same time Mr. Ollivander snatched it back.
“Hmm, seems like rosewood won’t be cutting it. Try this one, twelve inches, ash wood, phoenix feather core.” Arthur reached for this one as well, but shook his head even as his fingers brushed against it. Mr. Ollivander cackled cheerfully. “Well, well! A man who knows what he needs! Not often I see a man like that.” He quickly put the boxes back down and dragged over a tall ladder, climbing up to the very top shelf.
“I have a particularly stubborn wand as well, it certainly knows what it wants and no one that I’ve presented it to before have stood up to the challenge.” He blew the dust away from the old box as he climbed down the ladder, then gently lifted the lid. “Thirteen inches, royal oak. Two cores twisted together she has! Unicorn tail hair and hair from a lions mane.” He handled the wand gently as he drew it from the box. “An unusual combination since lions don’t normally have magic. But this particular lion was a very strong witches familiar.“ Arthur felt his breath catch in his throat. Hair from a lions mane twisted together with a unicorn tail hair? That seemed a perfect combination for him. Surely it couldn’t be a coincidence.
With great reverence Mr. Ollivander handed the wand over and Arthur could feel the warmth shoot through his fingertips. With a smile and a laugh he flicked the wand three times. Blue, red, and white sparks shot out like fireworks, exploding against the ceiling to form the Union Jack. From his seat on the short stool Mr. Weasley gaped.
“Excellent form Mr. Kirkland! Absolutely excellent!” Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands together gleefully as he looked at Arthur. The piercing gaze had only intensified and Arthur wondered for a moment if this man knew who he was. But the moment passed. With a few more words about the care of the wand and a quick exchange of coins he and Mr. Weasley were again out on the street.
They strolled away from the shop and Mr. Weasley steered them casually down another street. In the distance Arthur could see a window with several young girls and boys gathered outside of the window. “Now, if you don’t mind I need to pop into Quality Quidditch Supplies while we’re here. Where were you needing to go next?”
They stepped around the crowd outside and into the crowded shop. Almost immediately the two men were separated. Arthur stretched to his full height in an attempt to search for Mr. Weasley over the other shoppers and, not for the first time, cursed his lack of landmass. Eventually he gave up, instead choosing to browse the shop as he searched for the exit.
The last year’s Quidditch World Cup had been the first Quidditch match he had seen in ages. Watching, he had been astounded by the leap in broomstick technology. It had also been the first time in ages that his brothers and sister had invited him to join them for anything. He suspected the only reason they had was to shove the fact in his face that it was Erin’s team playing and not his. But they had invited him nonetheless and he had been glad, though weary. He had to keep a close eye on Duncan to be sure that he wouldn’t be the one to go flying if a brawl broke out. The Scot was always looking for a chance at revenge.
Mr. Weasley found him as he was eyeing the latest and fastest model of racing broom, the Firebolt. The display model was beautiful, the wood shiny and all of the bristles straight. The name shone on the shaft, emblazoned in gold. However, the price tag made him cringe and step away. Mr. Weasley caught him by an elbow as he lead them through the crowd and Arthur resisted the urge to chuckle. He hadn’t been treated like a child in a very long time.
“Sorry about that, I just wanted to pick up a small present. I should have expected that they would be busy this close to September. All the students are stocking up on supplies for the school year.” Mr. Weasley’s purchase was hidden in a small bag that swung by his side. As they walked Arthur cast a quick glance inside, a new pair of Keepers gloves. “Where to now then?”
“Oh, I was wanting to send an Owl. Is there a post office around that I could use? It is important that I get a letter to Albus Dumbledore as soon as possible.” Mr. Weasley stopped dead in his tracks. He starred at Arthur, mouth agape. Arthur froze. “Is there something wrong? Nothing has happened to Albus has it?”
Mr. Weasley shook his head. Quickly glancing around to be sure that no one was near enough to eavesdrop before he pulled Arthur close and quietly whispered. “No, nothing is wrong, Albus is fine. It’s just an odd coincidence you see. Tonight, Dumbledore and a few other friends are going to be joining my family for dinner.” For the first time that day Mr. Weasley’s eyes held a hint of distrust. He managed to quickly vanish it, but this new smile seemed faked. Arthur frowned, confused. The day had gone so well, but now it seemed that Mr. Weasley suspected him of something.
“I suppose that it would be much quicker if you were to join us for dinner as well. Rather than sending an owl. Why don’t you return to the Leaky Cauldron and floo over. Just call out ‘The Burrow’ and it should take you right there. I’ll apparate home and tell my wife to expect one more.”
With a blink and a pop Mr. Weasley was gone. Arthur sighed, glancing around the Alley, searching for the route back to the Leaky Cauldron. Despite his suspicion Mr. Weasley had invited him into his home. Had he disregarded his fears? Or was this simply a case of keep your friends close but your enemies closer.
Author: shinju90
Summary: Arthur Kirkland's magic has always been a bit wonky. After all, he never had anyone to teach him how! But after a careless joke by another nation he sets off to learn. Arthur heads to Hogwarts ready to brush up on his magic while teaching a Muggle Studies class on the side. But unknown to Arthur, the Wizarding World is again heading towards a war and he is about to find himself dragged into it.
Rating: T (might go up in the future)
Pairing: mentions of past and future FrUK, past UK/AD, UK/SS
Warnings: Clearly a Harry Potter crossover, spoilers for book 1-4 after that it will be a different story. Use of Human names for the Nations
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hetalia. I just like to mix them up and watch the chaos I create.
A/N: I started writing this when the plot bunny hopped into my head. I'm usually not a big fan of crossovers, but Hetalia and Harry Potter are my two great loves XD Due to the fact that I have several other fics in the works, including my NaNo story that I have yet to finish. Updates with be extremely irregular.
Chapter Two
Ollivanders
As they rounded the corner Mr. Weasley released a loud infectious laugh that Arthur couldn’t help but imitate. He sighed, wiping a hand across his eyes as he looked at the smaller man. “Were you serious about showing me around muggle London? If I could find the time, oh! That would be amazing!” His eyes were shining and Arthur could see that at least some of Malfoy’s comment was true.
Arthur Weasley truly loved muggles and muggle things. The nation smiled, he would love to show the accomplishment of the muggle world to Mr. Weasley. It was hard to find a wizard that would actually appreciate them.
“Now, where were you wanting to go next?”
Arthur paused, glancing around the streets. He felt that he was finally beginning to get his bearings. “I was hoping to head to Ollivanders. My old wand just isn’t wanting to work with me so I thought that I would purchase a new one.” He pointed down a side street. “It is this way right?” At Mr. Weasley’s nod he smiled. “Ah, good! I think I am finally starting to learn the layout of the streets again.”
Mr. Weasley laughed, “Yes, they are rather confusing when you don’t visit very often. The first time I brought my twins to pick up their supplies for Hogwarts; they disappeared practically the moment I opened the archway. Found them an hour later in Knocturne Alley trying to barter some bloke out of a cursed mirror to prank their sister with.”
Arthur laughed, although he himself had had a few accidents over the years dealing with cursed mirrors that weren’t anything to laugh about. “They sound like a wild pair! How many children do you have?” Mr. Weasley smiled, the look in his eyes suddenly far away. His back straightened slightly and his chin raised. If he had been a muggle Arthur would have expected him to whip out a wallet full of snapshots. The man was clearly very proud of his children.
“My oldest is, of course, Bill. Like I mentioned he works as a curse breaker for Gringotts. He’s living in Egypt right now, they have some sort of archeological dig going on. Unearthing some ancient Egyptian wizards tomb and the like. Lot’s of curses to break. Molly, my dear wife, is terrified that he is going to miss something someday and get eaten by a mummy.”
Arthur’s smile wilted slightly. He had never understood peoples desire about disturbing the resting places of the dead. He was dreadfully glad that dear old Arthur’s resting place was on an unplotable island, to muggles and wizards alike. He wouldn’t want the poor fellow to have to wake up any earlier than he had too.
“My second eldest is Charlie. He’s a dragon keeper in Romania.” His face turned a little ashen. “Don’t really need to explain what Molly worries about for that one. Just last week we received a letter that one of his colleagues had an arm bitten off by their female Hebridean Black.” They winced in unison. If the poor lad survived the initial bite, he was going to have a hell of a time re-growing that arm. “My third lad Percy,” he stooped a little, casting his gaze around. “Well, he recently got a job with the Ministry and we haven’t seen him much since Dumbledore’s announcement. Blasted fool of a boy.” Arthur’s brows furrowed. Dumbledore had made an announcement? He opened his mouth to ask what it had been about but Mr. Weasley had already plowed on ahead.
“Fred and George are our twins. Brilliant boys both of them. Absolutely brilliant! But I’m afraid that they have a rather large sense of humor. It tends to get them into trouble quite a lot. They are going to be in the Seventh Year at Hogwarts this year. I wish that they would focus harder on their NEWTS rather than their pranks.” Mr. Weasley’s face was a mixture of pride and frustration. Arthur wondered if he would meet the twins, if he ever did he would have to try to straighten them up a little.
“Ron is my youngest boy. He’ll be a Fifth Year, he just got his prefects badge in the mail this morning.” His eyes were shining with pride. “That’s actually what brought me to the Alley this morning. I stopped by to pick him up a small present.”
The crowds parted before them and in the distance Arthur could see the old battered sign of Ollivanders Wand Shop. Inside his pockets his fingers were twitching and he found himself distracted from his new friend. Would a new wand help him control his magic any better?
“Ginny, well Ginerva but everyone calls her Ginny, she’s our youngest and our only girl. Molly loves all the boys dearly. But she had always wanted a girl, I was terrified that she was never going to have one. But then there was little Ginny!” Mr. Weasley opened the door and a bell rang deep in the recesses of the shop. “She’s going to be in her Fourth Year.”
“Ah! Well if it isn’t Arthur Weasley! Twelve inches, rowan wood with a dragon heart string core. Very good for conjuring and defense.” An old man was making his into the front room of the shop. Arthur had never seen Mr. Ollivander in person before, but he had no doubt that this man was him. His hair was grey and balding on the top of his head, he carried with him a tape measure. “I trust that it is doing well.” His piercing eyes transferred towards Arthur and he felt himself shudder slightly. Those eyes seemed to peer right through him. “So I can only assume that it is your companion here that is in need of my services.”
Arthur nodded, regaining his composure and stepped forward, offering the man his hand as Mr. Weasley took a seat on a short rather crushed looking stool.
“You assume correctly Sir. My name is Arthur Kirkland and I am in the market for a new wand.” Mr. Ollivander completely ignored the offered hand. Choosing instead to drag Arthur into the center of the small room and begin taking his measurements. The tape measurer floated beside him, stretching out to measure both of his arms individually then his entire arm span together. When it switched to measuring his legs Mr. Ollivander began pulling boxes of wands off of the multitude of shelves. It dropped away when he opened the first box, presenting the wand inside to Arthur.
“Here we are Mr. Kirkland, give this one a wave. Ten and a half inches, rosewood, unicorn tail hair core.” Arthur grasped it and gave it a quick wave. But he quickly shook his head at the same time Mr. Ollivander snatched it back.
“Hmm, seems like rosewood won’t be cutting it. Try this one, twelve inches, ash wood, phoenix feather core.” Arthur reached for this one as well, but shook his head even as his fingers brushed against it. Mr. Ollivander cackled cheerfully. “Well, well! A man who knows what he needs! Not often I see a man like that.” He quickly put the boxes back down and dragged over a tall ladder, climbing up to the very top shelf.
“I have a particularly stubborn wand as well, it certainly knows what it wants and no one that I’ve presented it to before have stood up to the challenge.” He blew the dust away from the old box as he climbed down the ladder, then gently lifted the lid. “Thirteen inches, royal oak. Two cores twisted together she has! Unicorn tail hair and hair from a lions mane.” He handled the wand gently as he drew it from the box. “An unusual combination since lions don’t normally have magic. But this particular lion was a very strong witches familiar.“ Arthur felt his breath catch in his throat. Hair from a lions mane twisted together with a unicorn tail hair? That seemed a perfect combination for him. Surely it couldn’t be a coincidence.
With great reverence Mr. Ollivander handed the wand over and Arthur could feel the warmth shoot through his fingertips. With a smile and a laugh he flicked the wand three times. Blue, red, and white sparks shot out like fireworks, exploding against the ceiling to form the Union Jack. From his seat on the short stool Mr. Weasley gaped.
“Excellent form Mr. Kirkland! Absolutely excellent!” Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands together gleefully as he looked at Arthur. The piercing gaze had only intensified and Arthur wondered for a moment if this man knew who he was. But the moment passed. With a few more words about the care of the wand and a quick exchange of coins he and Mr. Weasley were again out on the street.
They strolled away from the shop and Mr. Weasley steered them casually down another street. In the distance Arthur could see a window with several young girls and boys gathered outside of the window. “Now, if you don’t mind I need to pop into Quality Quidditch Supplies while we’re here. Where were you needing to go next?”
They stepped around the crowd outside and into the crowded shop. Almost immediately the two men were separated. Arthur stretched to his full height in an attempt to search for Mr. Weasley over the other shoppers and, not for the first time, cursed his lack of landmass. Eventually he gave up, instead choosing to browse the shop as he searched for the exit.
The last year’s Quidditch World Cup had been the first Quidditch match he had seen in ages. Watching, he had been astounded by the leap in broomstick technology. It had also been the first time in ages that his brothers and sister had invited him to join them for anything. He suspected the only reason they had was to shove the fact in his face that it was Erin’s team playing and not his. But they had invited him nonetheless and he had been glad, though weary. He had to keep a close eye on Duncan to be sure that he wouldn’t be the one to go flying if a brawl broke out. The Scot was always looking for a chance at revenge.
Mr. Weasley found him as he was eyeing the latest and fastest model of racing broom, the Firebolt. The display model was beautiful, the wood shiny and all of the bristles straight. The name shone on the shaft, emblazoned in gold. However, the price tag made him cringe and step away. Mr. Weasley caught him by an elbow as he lead them through the crowd and Arthur resisted the urge to chuckle. He hadn’t been treated like a child in a very long time.
“Sorry about that, I just wanted to pick up a small present. I should have expected that they would be busy this close to September. All the students are stocking up on supplies for the school year.” Mr. Weasley’s purchase was hidden in a small bag that swung by his side. As they walked Arthur cast a quick glance inside, a new pair of Keepers gloves. “Where to now then?”
“Oh, I was wanting to send an Owl. Is there a post office around that I could use? It is important that I get a letter to Albus Dumbledore as soon as possible.” Mr. Weasley stopped dead in his tracks. He starred at Arthur, mouth agape. Arthur froze. “Is there something wrong? Nothing has happened to Albus has it?”
Mr. Weasley shook his head. Quickly glancing around to be sure that no one was near enough to eavesdrop before he pulled Arthur close and quietly whispered. “No, nothing is wrong, Albus is fine. It’s just an odd coincidence you see. Tonight, Dumbledore and a few other friends are going to be joining my family for dinner.” For the first time that day Mr. Weasley’s eyes held a hint of distrust. He managed to quickly vanish it, but this new smile seemed faked. Arthur frowned, confused. The day had gone so well, but now it seemed that Mr. Weasley suspected him of something.
“I suppose that it would be much quicker if you were to join us for dinner as well. Rather than sending an owl. Why don’t you return to the Leaky Cauldron and floo over. Just call out ‘The Burrow’ and it should take you right there. I’ll apparate home and tell my wife to expect one more.”
With a blink and a pop Mr. Weasley was gone. Arthur sighed, glancing around the Alley, searching for the route back to the Leaky Cauldron. Despite his suspicion Mr. Weasley had invited him into his home. Had he disregarded his fears? Or was this simply a case of keep your friends close but your enemies closer.