Prussia met with England, America, Canada, and Hungary at the field. Oddly, Romania wasn't with Prussia. They were there for flying lessons, but realized that they'll be considered escaping classes so they hid in the library. None of them has seen the Ravenclaw Nations and Denmark. Norway is supposed to go after Austria and Iceland. Prussia said that Denmark didn't go to the Slytherin dormitory a while ago.

"Do you have any magic stuff that can see someone currently? Like a crystal ball or something?" America asked in a hush tone.

"Yes there are such things but not here in Hogwarts. It's banned." England replied.

Most of the Nations sighs and hugs their knees. They're hiding in one corner of the library, sitting on the floor with their backs against the shelves.

It's quiet. The atmosphere gives a feeling of gloom, sadness, loneliness, and all the negative vibes. The Nations shuddered.

"There's no such rule that I can't break." All the Nations looked at Romania like he was a ghost.

"Where the heck did you come from?" America asked.

"Went to see the Ravenclaw house and classrooms to see Norway, Iceland, Austria, and Denmark. Unfortunately I saw none of them, so onto the magic items." He replied, grinning. He searches for something in his robe and clothes. When he dipped his hand into an inner pocket of his robe, he brought it out.

The Nations wondered how he was able to check the classrooms without being seen. But he is Romania, a mischievous person who can be sneaky.

It was a small purse. Color red with black designs similar to fleur de elis.

"A purse? Romania, I swear, I'm going to cut your throat." Hungary threatened.

"Shut up, Fujoshi." Romania countered and dusted himself before continuing while Hungary growled. "This purse is no ordinary purse." He opens it and magically his whole hand was able to fit inside. The NMN gawked at him.

"A-ha!" Romania whisper shouted as he sat on the floor. "England, kindly pull the purse down." England did exactly as told and Romania's hand is now out of the purse, carrying a huge black cauldron.

He carefully puts it down. England gives back the purse and Romania started pulling out more things. He pulled out chopped wood, a match box, some potions, huge glasses of different colored fluid, and a wooden spoon.

"This reminds me of Mary Poppins." America pointed out. England grinned at his remark. The others nodded in agreement.

"Kesesese! I know right? Wait... What's Mary Poppins?" Prussia said. All looked at him like he's crazy and decided to ignore Prussia, pretending like they didn't hear a thing.

"A jar of nectar from flowers." Romania poured all of the yellow fluid into the cauldron. "Sea water," clear liquid. "Pints of soil, pixie dust, and lastly... Clouds." He carried a transparent cylindrical container that contains nothing.

"Where's the cloud?" Canada asks.

"It's invisible, but once it joins with a huge amount of water vapor... You can see that it's white and fluffy." Romania opens the lid and tossed air into the cauldron and it looked like he was crazy tossing nothing. Hungary and Prussia laughed, holding it in by covering their mouth.

The cauldron puffed green light and smoke, no sounds. Smoke or cloud-like mist started to overflow from the cauldron and falls to the floor. Romania smirked and grabbed the wooden spoon, mixing the ingredients nicely. Green mist, green liquid.

"Do any of you have stuff or any belongings from Denmark, Norway, Iceland, or Austria?" Romania asked.

"Don't you have Norway's handkerchief in that purse?" England reminded him.

Romania opened his purse and brought out Norway's navy blue handkerchief and tossed it into the cauldron. A poof of green smoke exploded into Romania's face and it produced a small sound that sounds like bubbling water. The Nations tried to hold in their laughter, including England. Romania cursed and continued to do his spell, wiping his face.

"Ostende mihi me mea Norway!" And on the surface of the liquid inside the cauldron, shows Norway.

The Nations surrounded the cauldron in a flash, wanting to watch him and where he is now. Of course, not everyone can see because it's crowded. They started to whisper shout.

"America, move out of the bloody way! I can't see!"

"Dude, being short is so unfortunate. Hahaha!"

"The awesome Prussia won't move from this spot!"

"Ugh! Move away from me Romania!"

"No! You move!"

"No one notices me when I'm at the front..."

✣✵The Magic Within Me✵✣

Norway rushed outside of Hogwarts, running to the lake. Some bystanders and teachers saw him and tried to stop Norway but failed. Somehow, their magic won't reach or affect him.

Norway ran as fast as he can, his breathing ragged and loud. He clutched his chest in pain, he needs to hurry! Riding on his purple and silver broom Mystica, his broom, he flew out of Hogwarts. The teachers chanted spells and all kinds of witchery but nothing affects Norway.

He's slowly losing it, he's slowly breaking. If he can't control his emotions and mind, the magic in him will go on a rampage, causing destruction all around him. It can do many things. Send lightning strikes to any living thing near him, poisonous gas will release from his body, anything he touch dies, the things around him might disappear and enter some other dimension, anything could happen. He's a being that has lived for centuries, having magic power equal to that who has lived for almost an eternity. With his body of a child and mind that is slowly breaking... He can't contain and control the magic. This is also the reason why the teachers can't stop him, his outburst of magic nullifies their spells.

Making his brother cry, and seeing it personally is like a mortal sin to him. He can't live with himself. Also, the main reason to why he has such great power is because he swore an oath. He won't hurt any of his friends and loved ones, whether it may be physically or emotionally. He's a wizard of different origin. A Norwegian wizard that has magic different from normal wizards.

Using his magic outburst, he flew to his homeland in an insane speed. He gripped to his broom, marking it deep from his fingernails. His vision blurs as he's flying over the clouds, making sure no human will spot him.

"Must... Get there." Norway groaned, feeling like he'll explode from pain.

He's sweating like crazy, feeling exhausted and hot. Once he saw the figure of his homeland, the country Norway itself, he flew faster and crashed landing to one of the mountains close to his destination. He crashed on an isolated place, it's been isolated from the whole world due to it's high cliffs and thick vegetation.

When Norway hits the ground that's part of the mountain, his broom breaks in half. He started to roll down the mountain along with his broken broomstick. Norway lays flat on the ground, the rolling came to a halt. Looking up to see his surroundings, the lake is not too far away. It's in plain sight, so near yet so far.

The nearby fairies, trolls, and other mythical creatures that knew Norway carried and lifted him to the lake. His magic outburst took effect on the magical beings, draining their life source as they hurried Norway to the lake.

Half-conscious, Norway sees a clear blue sky with little clouds, not knowing that his little friends are slowly dying from a fast and abnormal rate of old age. The fairies' skin goes dry, and grains of sand is visibly falling to ground from their skin, their wings crumpled and withered. They're starting to disappear. The trolls are also starting to dry, grey spots covering them as ashes fall to the ground from their skin.

Finally, they reached the lake and slowly dipped him into the water. Norway sunk, and continued to do so for seconds.

With eyes half open and bubbles coming out from his mouth, he noticed he can't breathe because he's underwater. His mind and heart throbbed like drums, making him hold his head. Even if he can't breathe, he will still live. He is a Nation and Nations don't die due to natural deaths. Slowly, he enters the dark realm on the bottom of the lake.

Hisses and screeches was heard throughout his head. Their voices, high and pitched, sounding like a witch.

"You have sinned!"

"Sinner!"

"You broke the oath! You promised!"

"Soon, the magic in you will burst all throughout the place, expanding in area until it's all gone! Once it comes in contact with others, they'll die!"

The cackles and laughs didn't stop and it increases as he falls deeper into the dark realm. He thought he will continue to be succumbed into darkness but a soothing melody was heard.

He didn't know what is was, but it sounded like a piano playing. Is it in his head? Or is it above the water?

It calmed him and he started to clear his mind. The hisses went away, screaming in doom. The hard throbbing of his mind and heart stopped and Norway feels no pain any longer.

The piano piece made an impression of fantasy, peace, and something like a fairy tale. Strange as it is, but it calmed Norway.

He closed his eyes, wanting to rest. When he almost completely enter the darkness below the lake, he felt like someone grabbed his hand and pulls him up to the surface. Opening his eyes halfway, he sees black and red clothes and it belonged to a blonde.

Anko?

He closed his eyes, feeling relaxed and safe. He continues to rise until he floated on the surface of the water. Norway made a loud gasp for air, coughing, trying to balance himself or he'll drown again. Putting a hand over his eyes to cover the painful sunlight, he looked around.

Denmark is nowhere to be seen. Norway's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Where is he?

Glancing at the side, he sees his little magic friends bathing and splashing themselves with the lake water. Their dry skin went away, and they looked like nothing has happened to them.

This lake located in an isolated mountain is rich with magic power and mana. It gives magic energy to anything and it also balances everything. The water of the lake helped Norway's outbursting magic, trying to nullify or absorb it and gives it to the place.

Looking at himself, he notices that he's back to an adult. The magic here probably also nullified the spell.

Getting out of the lake and walking towards land, he kneels in front of his magical friends. "Thank you. If you all weren't brave and courageous enough, I would have probably go on an outrage or cause destruction without even knowing." Though his face doesn't show emotion, his words were full of gratitude and meaning.

The little creatures smile and hugged him, Norway hugged them back. After recovering, Norway stands and retrieves his broom, seeing that it is broken. Casting a spell, it's back to one whole, looking new.

"By the way, who pulled me out of the lake?" Norway asked his little friends. They tilt their heads in confusion, not knowing what he meant.

"Forget what I said, I probably was hallucinating." Norway readies himself for a flight going back. He bid farewell to his friends, the little creatures were smiling and waving at him.

Kicking the ground at the same time as he says a spell to fly, he goes off the ground and flies towards the Foggy Mountains to get a feather of a griffin so at least one ingredient is off the list.

✣✵The Magic Within Me✵✣

A red-head man leans his hand on a tree, seeing something like a comet fly pass the scenery up in the sky. A gush of wind followed that made leaves ruffle, also blowing the man's red-hair.

The smoke of the lit cigarette he was holding on the other hand disappeared along with the wind. Once the wind was gone, the cigarette continued producing smoke.

Clicking his tongue, he continued to smoke. Exhaling it, he made a devilish grin.

"These guys don't stop crossing borders eh? Well then, I think it's time to add some additions to the party." The red-head threw his cigarette on the ground, stepping on it to kill the fire.

The sun hits his face, his devilish grin in bloom. Those emerald eyes of his glistened with mischief and excitement as his black piercing on one ear shone.

(Okay, fudge. This is going farther and farther from the main Harry Potter Plot but I assure you that the Hetalia characters definitely will have something to do with the plot, mostly the Magic Trio. The next chapters will be concentrating on the Hetalia Characters because of... character growth.)