NOT a human AU. Basically, just something that involves England interacting with the wizarding world.
Like, during WWII, while the other nations just had to deal with the war in the muggle world, England had to juggle both WWII and the war with Grindewald without revealing the existence of wizards to the other allies. (I tend to think that only nations who can see magical creatures or use magic are aware of wizards.)
Or, Luna Lovegood is out searching for the Crumple-Horned Snorkack when she spies Flying Mint Bunny and follows him, only to discover England having a picnic with his magical friends.
Those are just examples, by the way. You don't need to use either scenario. Fic can be serious, silly, tearjerker, fluff, crack, whatever.
i. 17th December, 1988 - Boy Proves Magical Ability After Falling From a Window
He was in Ottery St. Catchpole to call on the Diggorys and Weasleys briefly for Christmas. Getting to know the Ministry's staff and their individual families filled a small hole in his weary soul, left by an empty childhood.
Seeing the young children, especially those Weasley boys, one already Hogwarts Head Boy and another a Prefect, made him feel young again and the memories of pudgy hands, forest green cloaks and French idiots rushed back.
(He wasn't so thrilled to remember the latter.)
Belly filled with scone-y goodness (he had to ask Molly for her recipe some time), he began his merry way home. It would've been easier by apparition or the Floo network, but it had been so long since he'd last taken a breather in one of his villages.
(And the exercise would do him some chubby good, a French-accented voice in his head informed him. Frog.)
He had a portkey on Stoatstead Hill but upon reaching there, he found that some one else was also there.
She was short, the kind of height Arthur used to be as a child, but skinnier and paler. She sat on the grass, legs crossed and wearing the most unusual pair of sunglasses Arthur had ever seen... and Arthur knew Francis so that was saying something.
She was staring fervently at the Portkey. Then, without his saying a word, she spoke up, "If you don't mind my asking, sir, why are you using a Wrackspurt for Portkey?"
Arthur blinked. A Wrackspurt? "Is that what you call it?" He asked her, cautiously.
She nodded, turning to smile at him. He found himself returning it fully.
"Why, what do you call them?"
A mini-Alfred. "Oh, uh, I d-don't call them anything. They're just there, heh. Some of them are my friends. And I, er, I was worried some one would mess with my Portkey... you know teenagers these days." And by teenagers, he really meant the Weasley twins. "So, y'know, best to choose something, er, some one, most people can't see."
"Ah, that's very clever." Luna nodded her solemn seven-year-old understanding and Arthur felt happy.
"I'm Luna, by the way."
"Arthur Kirkland, please to meet you," he paused. "Do you live near here? You look familiar, perhaps we've met before."
"Yes, I live in that house over there." She pointed to the Lovegood house in the distance. "My parents are the Lovegoods, do you know them?"
Oh, yes, Arthur did but distantly, through the Weasleys. Naturalists and editors of the Quibbler, right?
"Yes, that's them. You should come over some time. We don't meet other Wrackspurt-believers often and Mommy would be interested to learn more about how to be friends with the Wrackspurts."
Arthur said he definitely would, but also, perhaps they could come over in return too, and meet his other magical friends, er, creatures. His magical creatures.
At that, Luna laughed and said she would love to meet his friends.
It would be nice to have her over some day for tea. They could discuss the implications of increased spectrespecs use on invisible creature populations and he could use the rosy four-person tea set Francis gave to him one Entente Cordiale anniversary.
"You better take that Portkey now," Luna reminded him. "It's started to shimmer."
"Oh, right, thanks, nice to meet y-!"
Boop, went the Wrackspurt Portkey.
And so began the friendship between two unusual people.
~~~
ii. 3rd April, 1990 - Minister of Magic: Why Fudge and not Dumbledore!
"Mother died," Luna tells him simply one day.
Arthur doesn't tell her he already read about it in the Daily Prophet, nor that he knows what's she's feeling so well. He simply hugs her as she starts to cry.
When Luna goes to wash the tear stains off so Xenophilius won't see, Arthur's heart cries too.
iii. 21st September, 1992 - Flying Car Investigation Continues!
"Dear Mr. Arthur,
I hope this letter finds you well and if not, I've enclosed a charm that, when attached to any bracelet, will ward off both Nargles and Wrackspurts. Isn't that neat?
I got into Ravenclaw, just like my mother. Daddy was in Ravenclaw too until he quit to concentrate on his research and the Quibbler. My housemates seem quite nice but Hogwarts has a lot more Nargles than before and they're very mischievous..."
She's left for school but Arthur found solace in receiving owls, each potentially carrying a letter from Luna.
He discovered that she's a unique correspondent, writing fairly regularly and able to discuss all sorts of issues, from the mysterious nature of life (at Hogwarts and otherwise) to the important question of could Flying Mint Bunny have mini-bunnies if she met a gentleman Flying Mint Bunny?
It's Ravenclaw. She won't be wearing his favourite green-and-silver but she's done him proud anyhow, however much he might not admit it when confronted. She's done him proud.
His fingers twitched happily, eager to pen a reply.
~~~
iv. 4th October, 1995 - New DADA at Hogwarts: Good Luck, Umbridge!
He could hear her voice speaking through the words on the paper. He settled down in an armchair, hand stroking the ever-patient owl while he reads.
A letter from Hogwarts, like always but a letter different from those before. Gone were the replies to their ongoing discussion of magical creatures and exotic spelling herbs.
Instead, Luna's eloquent scrawl wrote about Umbridge, about Patronus charms, Voldemort's supposed return (Arthur was getting really sick of that guy), about Harry Potter and his friends, that she called her friends as well...
"Ginny, especially," she wrote, "-is really nice to me. She likes Harry a lot."
The boy who lived... Arthur shook his head and took off his reading glasses (No, I'm not old, you're just rude! he told the froggy voice in his head). He felt like a good cup of cheer-up tea.
He had some sweet, milky tea but felt no better. He lifted a quill pen but the words didn't come easily any more. What could he say? He either knew nothing of what she wrote about... or he knew so much that it was probably better to pretend he knew nothing, government secrets and all.
The young Luna he'd known had changed just like everybody else had... Perhaps Luna had reached the point where she didn't need him as much as before. That wasn't a bad thing.
He thought about them. Potter, Granger, Weasley and Neville, too. Albus told him less these days, but he imagined that they were still very meddlesome, especially with all the crazy, dark wizard rumours going around.
Magnets for 'adventure'... but good kids. Good wizards and witches. That, Arthur knew from tales of three-headed dogs, secret chambers and letters from Augusta and Neville. They would look after Luna well.
Ah. Then came the words.
"Dearest Luna,
I'm so glad to hear you've made friends of Potter's gang. Try not to break too many school rules this year, eh? Perhaps you can bring some good influence into their little pack, show them that Ravenclaw flair for imagination!
In regards to the Voldemort business, I really think it's best to keep your head down low, dear. I've read your father's viewpoint on the matter, but for now, I think we had better wait for more solid answers. Just focus on your studies and your friends and stay. out. of. trouble.
I expect to see you again, in full health, for tea whenever you next have the chance. My door's open to you any time too (though if I'm not home, make sure Mints doesn't eat too much, you know how she can be).
The last time he sees her, he doesn't really see her because she's sitting over there by Neville and the remnants of Hogwarts and its people lie around them all and she doesn't see him at all.
It's been so long... they never did get tea together after that last letter in 1995. But since then, there's been so, so much. A bloody war, death, all sorts of abductions, dark wizards, and of course, the usual Muggle politics on top of everything. And Voldemort.
He'd expected this sort of thing, he supposed, but never once thought that Luna, too, would be involved. Throughout the darkness, he'd worried for her and the others. They had been fighting for the same cause, and yet, they had never been further apart.
He'd gotten avada kedavra'd thrice this time around, just so you all know. Luckily, he was able to get his own back on the Death Eaters when they were distracted by his impossible survival.
By the looks of her, Luna had faced the very same, only she hadn't needed the little immortality thing to kick dark wizard arse. She'd grown up, so different from the young, wiry-haired girl who once dropped her crumpet in her tea.
But of course, in a decade, people are bound to change.
Mortals, anyway.
It takes much longer for Arthur's kind.
Neville and Luna smile at each other and soon, their friends call for them and life starts to mend and continue on.
He takes his leave.
~~~
A/N: Um, long story short, Arthur was like Luna's (and probably Neville's) Molly Weasley before Dumbledore's Army. <3 What a softie. I bet they send him Christmas cards still.
Regarding his views on Voldy, Arthur was probably more on the Ministry's side than Dumbledore (though they're good buddies) out of obligation/uncertainty. And then, after Voldy took over, Arthur went rogue and "kick dark wizard arse". Why didn't anybody tell me crossovers were so fun?
Aw, Iggy... At least, I think Luna invited him to her wedding. Now you made me want to see Arthur's relationship with the Weasleys and the Longbottoms. (And James and Sirius?) Not OP, btw. Bookmarked.
Awww! They make an adorable pair, Luna and Arthur! It's interesting to read one of these kinds of HP-crossovers every once in a while, usually they are just AUs and all.
OP here! Sorry it took me so long to reply; real life has been a mess.
Anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH! This was adorable, and while I would have been happy with any kind of HP crossover, I'm very pleased that Luna was in this fic as she's one of my favorite characters. :)
Thanks again for the wonderful fill, and I'm glad that you had fun writing it.
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England - Harry Potter crossover
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 12:59 am (UTC)(link)Like, during WWII, while the other nations just had to deal with the war in the muggle world, England had to juggle both WWII and the war with Grindewald without revealing the existence of wizards to the other allies. (I tend to think that only nations who can see magical creatures or use magic are aware of wizards.)
Or, Luna Lovegood is out searching for the Crumple-Horned Snorkack when she spies Flying Mint Bunny and follows him, only to discover England having a picnic with his magical friends.
Those are just examples, by the way. You don't need to use either scenario. Fic can be serious, silly, tearjerker, fluff, crack, whatever.
I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [1/3]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)He was in Ottery St. Catchpole to call on the Diggorys and Weasleys briefly for Christmas. Getting to know the Ministry's staff and their individual families filled a small hole in his weary soul, left by an empty childhood.
Seeing the young children, especially those Weasley boys, one already Hogwarts Head Boy and another a Prefect, made him feel young again and the memories of pudgy hands, forest green cloaks and French idiots rushed back.
(He wasn't so thrilled to remember the latter.)
Belly filled with scone-y goodness (he had to ask Molly for her recipe some time), he began his merry way home. It would've been easier by apparition or the Floo network, but it had been so long since he'd last taken a breather in one of his villages.
(And the exercise would do him some chubby good, a French-accented voice in his head informed him. Frog.)
He had a portkey on Stoatstead Hill but upon reaching there, he found that some one else was also there.
She was short, the kind of height Arthur used to be as a child, but skinnier and paler. She sat on the grass, legs crossed and wearing the most unusual pair of sunglasses Arthur had ever seen... and Arthur knew Francis so that was saying something.
She was staring fervently at the Portkey. Then, without his saying a word, she spoke up, "If you don't mind my asking, sir, why are you using a Wrackspurt for Portkey?"
Arthur blinked. A Wrackspurt? "Is that what you call it?" He asked her, cautiously.
She nodded, turning to smile at him. He found himself returning it fully.
"Why, what do you call them?"
A mini-Alfred. "Oh, uh, I d-don't call them anything. They're just there, heh. Some of them are my friends. And I, er, I was worried some one would mess with my Portkey... you know teenagers these days." And by teenagers, he really meant the Weasley twins. "So, y'know, best to choose something, er, some one, most people can't see."
"Ah, that's very clever." Luna nodded her solemn seven-year-old understanding and Arthur felt happy.
"I'm Luna, by the way."
"Arthur Kirkland, please to meet you," he paused. "Do you live near here? You look familiar, perhaps we've met before."
"Yes, I live in that house over there." She pointed to the Lovegood house in the distance. "My parents are the Lovegoods, do you know them?"
Oh, yes, Arthur did but distantly, through the Weasleys. Naturalists and editors of the Quibbler, right?
"Yes, that's them. You should come over some time. We don't meet other Wrackspurt-believers often and Mommy would be interested to learn more about how to be friends with the Wrackspurts."
Arthur said he definitely would, but also, perhaps they could come over in return too, and meet his other magical friends, er, creatures. His magical creatures.
At that, Luna laughed and said she would love to meet his friends.
It would be nice to have her over some day for tea. They could discuss the implications of increased spectrespecs use on invisible creature populations and he could use the rosy four-person tea set Francis gave to him one Entente Cordiale anniversary.
"You better take that Portkey now," Luna reminded him. "It's started to shimmer."
"Oh, right, thanks, nice to meet y-!"
Boop, went the Wrackspurt Portkey.
And so began the friendship between two unusual people.
~~~
ii. 3rd April, 1990 - Minister of Magic: Why Fudge and not Dumbledore!
"Mother died," Luna tells him simply one day.
Arthur doesn't tell her he already read about it in the Daily Prophet, nor that he knows what's she's feeling so well. He simply hugs her as she starts to cry.
When Luna goes to wash the tear stains off so Xenophilius won't see, Arthur's heart cries too.
I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [2/3]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)"Dear Mr. Arthur,
I hope this letter finds you well and if not, I've enclosed a charm that, when attached to any bracelet, will ward off both Nargles and Wrackspurts. Isn't that neat?
I got into Ravenclaw, just like my mother. Daddy was in Ravenclaw too until he quit to concentrate on his research and the Quibbler. My housemates seem quite nice but Hogwarts has a lot more Nargles than before and they're very mischievous..."
She's left for school but Arthur found solace in receiving owls, each potentially carrying a letter from Luna.
He discovered that she's a unique correspondent, writing fairly regularly and able to discuss all sorts of issues, from the mysterious nature of life (at Hogwarts and otherwise) to the important question of could Flying Mint Bunny have mini-bunnies if she met a gentleman Flying Mint Bunny?
It's Ravenclaw. She won't be wearing his favourite green-and-silver but she's done him proud anyhow, however much he might not admit it when confronted. She's done him proud.
His fingers twitched happily, eager to pen a reply.
~~~
iv. 4th October, 1995 - New DADA at Hogwarts: Good Luck, Umbridge!
He could hear her voice speaking through the words on the paper. He settled down in an armchair, hand stroking the ever-patient owl while he reads.
A letter from Hogwarts, like always but a letter different from those before. Gone were the replies to their ongoing discussion of magical creatures and exotic spelling herbs.
Instead, Luna's eloquent scrawl wrote about Umbridge, about Patronus charms, Voldemort's supposed return (Arthur was getting really sick of that guy), about Harry Potter and his friends, that she called her friends as well...
"Ginny, especially," she wrote, "-is really nice to me. She likes Harry a lot."
The boy who lived... Arthur shook his head and took off his reading glasses (No, I'm not old, you're just rude! he told the froggy voice in his head). He felt like a good cup of cheer-up tea.
He had some sweet, milky tea but felt no better. He lifted a quill pen but the words didn't come easily any more. What could he say? He either knew nothing of what she wrote about... or he knew so much that it was probably better to pretend he knew nothing, government secrets and all.
The young Luna he'd known had changed just like everybody else had... Perhaps Luna had reached the point where she didn't need him as much as before. That wasn't a bad thing.
He thought about them. Potter, Granger, Weasley and Neville, too. Albus told him less these days, but he imagined that they were still very meddlesome, especially with all the crazy, dark wizard rumours going around.
Magnets for 'adventure'... but good kids. Good wizards and witches. That, Arthur knew from tales of three-headed dogs, secret chambers and letters from Augusta and Neville. They would look after Luna well.
Ah. Then came the words.
"Dearest Luna,
I'm so glad to hear you've made friends of Potter's gang. Try not to break too many school rules this year, eh? Perhaps you can bring some good influence into their little pack, show them that Ravenclaw flair for imagination!
In regards to the Voldemort business, I really think it's best to keep your head down low, dear. I've read your father's viewpoint on the matter, but for now, I think we had better wait for more solid answers. Just focus on your studies and your friends and stay. out. of. trouble.
I expect to see you again, in full health, for tea whenever you next have the chance. My door's open to you any time too (though if I'm not home, make sure Mints doesn't eat too much, you know how she can be).
Sincerely,
Arthur Kirkland."
Re: I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)The last time he sees her, he doesn't really see her because she's sitting over there by Neville and the remnants of Hogwarts and its people lie around them all and she doesn't see him at all.
It's been so long... they never did get tea together after that last letter in 1995. But since then, there's been so, so much. A bloody war, death, all sorts of abductions, dark wizards, and of course, the usual Muggle politics on top of everything. And Voldemort.
He'd expected this sort of thing, he supposed, but never once thought that Luna, too, would be involved. Throughout the darkness, he'd worried for her and the others. They had been fighting for the same cause, and yet, they had never been further apart.
He'd gotten avada kedavra'd thrice this time around, just so you all know. Luckily, he was able to get his own back on the Death Eaters when they were distracted by his impossible survival.
By the looks of her, Luna had faced the very same, only she hadn't needed the little immortality thing to kick dark wizard arse. She'd grown up, so different from the young, wiry-haired girl who once dropped her crumpet in her tea.
But of course, in a decade, people are bound to change.
Mortals, anyway.
It takes much longer for Arthur's kind.
Neville and Luna smile at each other and soon, their friends call for them and life starts to mend and continue on.
He takes his leave.
~~~
A/N: Um, long story short, Arthur was like Luna's (and probably Neville's) Molly Weasley before Dumbledore's Army. <3 What a softie. I bet they send him Christmas cards still.
Regarding his views on Voldy, Arthur was probably more on the Ministry's side than Dumbledore (though they're good buddies) out of obligation/uncertainty. And then, after Voldy took over, Arthur went rogue and "kick dark wizard arse".
Why didn't anybody tell me crossovers were so fun?Thanks for reading, I hope you've enjoyed it.
Re: I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-04 03:20 am (UTC)(link)At least, I think Luna invited him to her wedding.
Now you made me want to see Arthur's relationship with the Weasleys and the Longbottoms. (And James and Sirius?)
Not OP, btw.
Bookmarked.
Re: I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-05 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)Re: I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 05:00 am (UTC)(link)Anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH! This was adorable, and while I would have been happy with any kind of HP crossover, I'm very pleased that Luna was in this fic as she's one of my favorite characters. :)
Thanks again for the wonderful fill, and I'm glad that you had fun writing it.