hello everyone, how are you chaps?
okay, here is the deal- i update once i finish the last chapter i'm working on that time, the next chapter will be posted. the max you'll wait is a month.
another thing, for the first part of the story, it'll follow the canon of both stories i think (as much as we know about the period before harry comes to school).
on the second part i ruin the canon completely, you'll see it.
i don't own Harry Potter or Dgrayman, dream on.
last but not least, enjoy the story, but don't forget to review, okay my loves? ;P
on with the story...
- Half AU - Crossover – Kanda/Allen – what if Allen and Kanda were students at Hogwarts right after Voldemort's supposed death?
Prologue-Halloween night
At the night when it all ended…
"To Harry Potter – the boy who lived!" hushed cheers were whispered at a grabby-looking pub called 'The Leaky Cauldron', which was invisible to anyone not like them. Everyone smiled or laughed as they launched glasses.
A kid looked from the dark streets at the strange cloak-wearing people laughing in the pub at the corner, wondering why other people were just passing the place without even sparing a glance at the place.
A redheaded middle-aged male appeared next to him and yanked him up from the ground.
"What are you doing, brat?" he said gruffly, inhaling from his cancer stick.
"I was just wondering why all those weird-looking people are happy about?" he pointed to the pub. "Can you see it, Master?"
His master froze and pulled the young boy closer, glaring at him, "You can see it, too?"
The boy nodded weakly, "Did I do something wrong? Please don't give me more debt."
The male snorted. "Don't worry, baka-deshi. I give you the debt whether you've done something wrong or not, so don't sweat it."
He did sweat, in panic, "I really do not want to be chased again! Can't you do something about your wasting-money habits, Cross-Shishou?"
Cross placed the boy down and waited a bit. After smirking at the confused look he got, he whacked the boy upside the head.
"OUCH!"
"Shut up, you're annoying."
An elderly man stood in front of a medium sized house with a woman and an enormous male standing behind him. The larger man was holding a small bundle.
"Are you quite serious, Albus?" the woman spat, "They're the worst kind of Muggles, they aren't the least bit like us! They would never understand him! You can't put the boy in their care."
"It's because they're Muggles that I'm putting him in their care. Voldemort- oh stop it, Minerva," he added when he saw her shudder. "Anyway, the Dark Lord would search for the boy in wizard families, not in a 'dirty' Muggle family. He has always been like that, Minerva, and always will be."
She nodded weakly and Albus looked at the huge male, "Hagrid, give me the boy."
Hagrid lumbered to him and handed him the cradle. Albus patted the baby's black hair and put the cradle on the Dursleys' door step. He then took out a small letter and laid it on the blankets gently.
"Well, that should do it. Minerva, Hagrid, I'll see you later. There are still some parties for me to attend," he smiled faintly at the sobbing Hagrid and the furiously blinking Minerva and disappeared.
well, i hoped you're aching for more, but you'll have until i finish my chapter or until the month finished. but i hope it'd be the former, so i'd get to see you guys soon.
love you,
IlanitaliaXD
p.s. please review and tell me if i made mistakes...