Disclaimer: I do not own D. Grey Man or Harry Potter

Summary: They shouldn't have met. It wasn't in fate's cards, but then again fate wasn't always the best at playing the game.

Chapter Start

I looked over my drawing with narrowed eyes and sipped my tea. I blinked however when I noticed someone sitting down across from me. I offered my new table partner a raised eyebrow. He was odd, yet handsome. He wore a rather nice suit and a top hat which was sat on the table next to him. His eyes were a dark brown, yet had small golden flecks here and there. A mole sat under his right eye and he had a very cat-like feel around him. His lips twitched and he offered me a smile in greeting, "Hello."

"Hello," I echoed as my head tilted to the side lightly.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He belatedly asked causing me to shrug.

"Since I'm not expecting anyone," His lips quirked lightly into a smile, "Though next time it would be best to ask,"

"It seems my manners left me a few moments ago," He answered though his next statement caused me to snort, "Though to be fair, I couldn't let such a beautiful woman sit by herself on such a nice day," I looked pointedly outside at the rather dreary sky, "It looked better just a few moments ago or it could've just been you being present,"

"Trying to flatter me?" I asked as I stirred my tea.

"Perhaps or perhaps not," He replied quite easily while radiating a feeling of confidence, "Is it working?"

"Nope," I deadpanned causing him to mock-sigh.

"Damn and here I thought that would work," He snapped his fingers to my amusement, "My names Tyki Mikk,"

"Frost Potter," I waited for a reaction and was pleased; confused, but pleased to see none from the man that radiated some form of energy that seemed like magic, yet not.

"A pleasure," He took my hand and kissed it though withdrew as he noticed the rather thick stains on it, "You're an artist?"

I pointed at the book in front of me as I took my hand back, "If you couldn't tell."

"May I?" He gestured to the book.

I hummed and thought it over before shrugging. It couldn't hurt to let him since it was just a practice book, "Sure just don't mess any of the drawings up."

He took the book and began to flick through it. He made noises of surprise and interest as his eyes flickered over each drawing. I felt my lips twitch as I ordered another cup of honey mint tea when a waitress passed by. The man absentmindedly ordered a cup of hot apple cider when she asked if he wanted anything. It was a rather amusing sight and allowed me to look him over better. He was without a doubt handsome, but a darkness lingered around him. The darkness said that he was a danger to all around him, yet there was also a light that said he wasn't too dangerous. He was slim, yet not skinny though he could be if that suit was made of thicker material. The scent of smoke floated around him and the slight bulge in his waist coat told me that he was a smoker. A small, spicy, yet chaotic scent followed him around and clung to his form though it seemed slightly faded. Interesting was the thought that floated through my mind and I knew I wanted to learn more about him. It was in my nature to be curious though also cautious since he could be a hired assassin. I blinked slightly when he put down the book and said, "These are very well done Ms. Potter-"

"Call me Frost," I cut him off and was given a raised eyebrow, "I dislike being formalities,"

"Then call me Tyki," He smiled slightly, "Frost these are amazing. Where did you learn to draw like this?"

A bitter smile found it's way onto my face at the thought. Memories tugged at my mind, but were forced down as I stared at him. I took a small breath and hid what I was feeling behind a mask, "A friend of mine taught me the basics a long time ago and I've been doing this ever since."

"Are you an artist?" The question made me laugh a bitter laugh.

"No," As if I could ever do something like that, "I'm not,"

"You should be," He seemed taken aback by my bitterness, "You're really good,"

I shook my head and stood up as I took my book back, "Even if I am, I cannot," I offered him a smile, "I hope we meet again Tyki."

I left without a backwards glance as bitterness welled up inside of me. I wanted to be angry at him for making me remember that I couldn't do something like that, but I couldn't since he obviously didn't know who I was or what I was supposed to be doing.

Tyki P.O.V

He stared after her as she paid her bill and left the shop. It shocked him that such a small thing could sound so bitter. It made him wonder what had caused that since it didn't seem right for such a beauty to feel that way even if she looked like Allen Walker. The thought of the boy made him wonder if they were related. They both had white hair though her's was more spiked and wild. Their eyes were diffrent. The boy had grey eyes, yet her's were rather interesting. One was a dark silvery color that spoke of soot stained snow or rain clouds. The other was a dark blue like the night sky or the deepest ocean. She had a fox-like grace about her while the boy had something of a wolf-likeness to him. It was like looking at two sides of a coin. The boy seemed to radiate light while she radiated darkness. A slow smirk built up on his face at that thought. Perhaps you could even say the boy was innocence and she was dark matter. Oh it he would make sure to be around her. If only because she was interesting and the Earl didn't need him at the moment. His eyes went to the half drained cup of tea and he murmured, "It will be interesting."

End