Chapter 17: The Dementors Strike
In the Slytherin house, in a certain room, a redhead and silverette were seating across from each other. Scotland couldn't smoke inside, but that was fine. Russia on the otherhand had to sneak in some vodka.
"You're quite cruel, aren't you?" Russia says as he takes a sip of his vodka.
"Hm." Was Scotland's only reply.
"You're dragging them to the world of wizardry permanently you know?" Russia narrowed his eyes for a moment, then softened when he smiles.
"I'm perfectly aware of that. Besides, they're really meant to be involved."
"And I'm quite sure that you're perfectly aware of the risk that they might die, right? Nations can't die unless the country itself dies. Guns, and radioactive nuclear weapons can't kill us, it's already proven. No matter how much we try, we don't die. But, nothing can be said about magic."
"Mmm." Scotland closed his eyes, not wanting to talk anymore.
"Fate, will turn. The Nations who avoided magic when they were really supposed to have it, are now immersed completely in the world of magic." Russia takes one more sip of his vodka before having enough.
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The winds are harsh along with the heavy downpour of rain. The field was hard to see with the fog and low-lying clouds.
Even with this awful weather, the supporters didn't fail to fill every seats and benches. With the fact of getting wet and sitting on wet seats, students didn't mind it because with magic they can be dry in an instant in just a flick of a wand.
Cheers and roars was heard throughout the playing field, cheering for their own houses. With the rain and fog, it was hard to see and keep track of everything but nevertheless, it's nice to watch a Quidditch game.
America was yelling loudly in the bleachers, supporting Harry. "Go Harry! Whoooo! You rock dude! Slay those Slytherins!" He yelled.
He pauses for a moment, realizing something. "I wish I could play Quidditch as well."
Canada laughs nervously. "You can, only if you master riding a broom."
"You have to beat Matthias, Gilbert, or I if you want to get better." Hungary proudly says.
So far, those three have got the feeling of riding a broom. They can do a few tricks and they're close from mastering how to maneuver a broom.
"Just you wait! I'll be better than you in no time!" America declared a challenge.
"So you guys really don't know how to fly a broom?" Ron joins in their conversation.
Hermione and Ron were seating behind them, and they can hear their conversation very clearly even with all the ruckus.
"Well, it's a long story." Canada reasoned, laughing nervously.
"Like you're one to talk, Ron. You can even barely do a flip in the air." Hermione pointed out.
"At least I can fly using a broom!" Ron counters.
"Oh please." The brunette dismisses the redhead, waving her hands like she disapproves of the thought.
A gush of wind hit their faces when Harry passed by them, chasing the little golden snitch. It caught their attention and went back to cheering.
"Go Harry!" Hungary yells. "Show them how it's done!"
"This is my first time seeing Harry in a Quidditch game and this is amazing." Canada says in awe.
"Go Harry! H-A-R-R-Y! Bring down those suckers!" America's voice was as loud as a megaphone.
"Go, Harry! Whoo! Go Harry!" Hermione cheered.
In the middle of the game, a female player got her broom struck by lightning. She started to lose control but managed to safely land on the ground.
The snitch goes up high, above the clouds, and both the teams' Seeker has followed it in the clouds. A game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.
Of course, China, Japan, Bulgaria, and Ukraine cheered with all their might. They don't want to lose to the Gryffindors.
With both the Seekers and Golden Snitch gone, everyone in the bleachers were on the edge of their seats. Everyone was excited, nervous, and hype! Who would emerge victorious?
But in the Ravenclaw tower, Iceland was sweating and restless. Austria, who was seating beside him, couldn't help but be curious of the Icelandic. He dismisses the thought and continued to watch the game.
Norway, who's supposed to watch over Harry, was high in the air, far above the clouds. He's making sure that Harry won't get injured, or if anything unexpected would happen to him.
He sees Harry who's behind the Hufflepuff Seeker. When the Hufflepuff Seeker was just inches to grasp the snitch, lightning struck him, paralyzing him that lead him to have a free fall.
Norway became even more alert, ready to cast a spell to deflect lightning. He watches Harry, not letting anything distract him. The ice wizard realized that the boy is heading towards the Dementors, which alarmed him even more.
"No, no, no." Norway readies Freezing Air, his broom, and rushed towards him.
When Norway was almost near, he yelled. "Harry! Don't go any farther!"
But Harry was confused and stubborn, still trying to chase the snitch. He followed it, going farther and farther away until his broom slowly turned to ice and his goggles are frosted.
Norway cursed. They have already entered the Dementor's territory.
This is bad.
Just like what Norway had expected, an onslaught group of Dementors were in front of him. They were all floating, eyeing the wizard, slowly observing the strange being.
I can't go any nearer to Harry with all this Dementors on my tail. Damn it!
Norway flies away, heading to the direction of the forest, where no one would get hurt. The battalion of Dementord followed him there but even with a massive number, a dozen was left in the field. In no time, Harry became a victim of the Dementors, falling to the ground, losing his broom.
Norway had landed safely on the ground, annoyed by the situation. One by one, the wraiths hovered above him and waited for the rest to arrive.
"They say you can't kill a Dementor, but Dementors die off eventually. But we, Nations, who have been hiding in fear from you are different. We Nations who uses magic, developed a certain spell to defend ourselves from you soul-suckers. Let's give it a try, shall we?"
Norway raised his wand, which is a beautiful black wand with a clear crystal on the bottom end, representing ice.
"This is the wrath of the magic Nations for being hunted. Begone, scoundrels!"
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Back in the playing field, everyone gasped and screamed when they saw Harry falling from the sky. Everyone was shrouded in fear and worry,
Dumbledore rose from his seat and casted out a spell. "Aresto momentum!"
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Harry's friends were waiting for the boy to wake up in the Hospital Wing. Hungary, America, and Canada are one of them.
"That was scary." Hungary admitted.
"He fell like... fifty feet?" George Weasley pointed out.
"At least he's safe. Even his glasses didn't break, which is kinda awesome." America said.
"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Fred takes notice of Harry.
"Peaky?" Ron looked at his brother in a slight disagreement.
"What do you expect? He fell over 100 feet." George suddenly says he fell over 100 feet when he said 50 just a while ago.
"Yeah, come one Ron. Let's walk you off a tower and see what you'll look like." Fred jokes.
"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." Harry suddenly speaks, causing the other to snicker and chuckle at his remark.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked, looking so worried that wrinkles can be seen on her face.
"Oh, brilliant." Harry tries to sit up straight. "What happened?"
"You fell off your broom." Canada smiles, trying to lighten the mood.
"Really? I meant the match. Who won?" Harry repeated.
"No one blames you, Harry." Hermione shook her head sideways. "The Dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. After he saved you, he sent them off."
"There's um... Something else you should know too." Ron walks forward, holding a broken broom wrapped in a Gryffindor's banner.
"When you fell, your broom sort of blew into the Whomping Willow and... This happened." Ron got one broken end of the room, feeling sorry for Harry.
America felt sorry too. He admired Harry when he was playing Quidditch and how good he flew in his broom. "You can have my broom if you want." He offered.
Harry shook his head. "Thank you, but the broom is yours."
It was seen on Harry's face that he felt awful. Such a wonderful broom has been destroyed. It was with for three years, thing being the third year.
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A silverette walked going to the tower, where the huge clock is located. Going inside, he sees brother leaning on the wall, trying to rest.
"Iceland?" Norway narrowed his eyes to see if it was really him. He was too weak to move that even his eyesight was affected. "What are you doing here?"
Iceland opened his mouth, about to say something, but closed it afterwards. After a moment of thought, he spoke. "I was just looking for Austria. He's gone playing music somewhere isolated again. Anyway's, I'm leaving."
He turned his back and started going to the stairs, but halted in his steps. "Come back and be with us again." He said, missing his brother by his side.
Norway smiles to himself as he watches his brother leave. Sadly, he can't do that. Not yet.
When Iceland left the tower, he bit his lip in annoyance. He's irritated at himself.
I will surely not let it happen...
No matter what.
As Iceland left, two new others entered the tower to see Norway. Romania and England showed themselves, seeing a weak Norway.
The two nodded and sat by his side, saying comforting words to the ice wizard. They were just glad that Norway's safe and sound. Even tears were forming in their eyes for a moment but blinked it away when they showed a smile.
The three laughed together, bringing up memories of the past. Even the pokerfaced Norway smiled from the bottom of his heart.
The Magic Trio shared a bond that is strong and almost unbreakable. No one can break the hardships they had shared and overcome together.
No one can.
No one ever will.
Not until death.
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