~Pottertalia~ (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 26

Before the awesomeness continues (Gilbert was here) I would like to thank you all for 200 votes! ;v; it's half of 400...like Marco (WRONG SERIES)!

---Present Time---

"Are you okay, Mattie?" Alfred asked, gasping heavily. "You look like you ran a marathon...are you sure you didn't just walk from the Gryffindor common room to the Grand Hall?" Matthew asked, confused.

"Yes, I'm sure. God, I sprained my ankle in front of the tower...ugh. Anyways, we need to go save our friends...and a Romanian vampire. Come on!"

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"It's been five days in this cell," Peter moaned, rolling around on the floor.

"What? Peter, we've only been in here for 45 minutes," Arthur shouted, trying to get the handcuffs off.

"Didn't you brag about having English escaping skills when we were younger?" Vlad asked, slumping against the cold wall.

"Now's not the time, Vlad. I hope Alfred doesn't mess up...he's too incompetent at the wrong moments," Arthur sighed.

"What's your deal with this Alfred guy? I thought you hated Americans," Vlad stated.

"I still do; I just tolerate Alfred, that's all. Anyways, we need to somehow get our wands from Alex over there," Arthur explained, standing up with great difficulty. Vlad frowned, unconvinced that Arthur merely "tolerated" this Alfred.

"I thought you said all Americans are greasy and idiotic people who are always in debt," Vlad continued, not listening. Arthur turned to face him.

"Alfred's an exception, but that doesn't matter! Vlad, you were always able to read the situation quickly, so why are you acting so childish right now?!" Arthur demanded.

"You've changed, Arthur! You're too trusting now, and you've become soft, letting that baboon push you around!"
Arthur was livid. Who knew a decade could change someone into an arse? He scowled. Vlad had more to his anger than what meets the eye. Arthur was incredibly sure.

"That 'baboon' is smarter than he looks! Ask Lukas; he'll tell you!"

"Fine! I'll ask him once we break out!"

Vlad faced where Peter was sitting. "Peter, help me get these handcuffs off." he said.

Peter found a small rock nearby, and chucked it at Vlad's handcuffs. "Hey, do handcuffs start splitting in half by the impact of a tiny rock?" Peter asked.

"No; why?" Arthur asked.

"Because this one did."

Vlad smiled. "Lovely, then." He then rammed his wrists against the floor.

---4 years ago---

"That mudblood doesn't need anything magical," Draco sneered, trying to snatch the Time Turner from Alfred and Arthur, who had taken it away from him.

"Don't call her that! Just because you're a Pureblood doesn't mean you're necessarily better than any other wizard!" Alfred shouted.

"Kirkland and I are both more pure than both of you put together. Why try to fight me?" Draco taunted, a smirk forming on his pale profile.

Alfred threw a hex at him instantly. Crabb and Goyle ran to Draco's side, shouting and bumbling along clumsily. Alfred laughed loudly, a bit different from his usual chuckle. It was the laughter of a sadist.

Arthur looked at him worriedly. Instead of prying, he changed the subject.

"You don't believe that I'd be so horribly rude and racist, right?"

He stared up pleadingly.

Alfred grinned, expression soft.

"Never did for a second."