A/N:

Hello~! New writer here! I joined yesterday and it felt like forever when I had to wait 12 hours to start writing, but here I am.

I go by the pen name BlueSerpent246. I hope I will find many readers out there who are interested in my writing.

This is a crossover between D. Gray-Man and Harry Potter. It takes place in book three. If you do not like this combination then this story is not for you. However, if you like magic, new friendships, and new beginnings, then I welcome you!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing of either of these stories. If I did then I would be rich and not sitting here writing fanfiction. 😥

"Talking"

'Thinking'

*Neah*

And here we are! Let the story begin!

Summury:

The war is finally over for Allen and his friends on the gray side of the war, but not without serious injuries. The Vatican decides it is time to get rid of the exorcists to cover up all the horrible things they did in the past. With the help of the Noah on their side, Allen, the new Millennium Earl, barely escapes with his friends. Somehow along the way he lands in a whole new world. What will Allen and his friends do once they recover from their should be fatal wounds? What does the one and only Golden Trio think of these mysterious people? And why do more of them keep showing up from a bright white light with these strange gray skinned people?

Story of "A Magical New Life"

Prologue:

Harsh breathing rang throughout empty white streets. Frantic heavy footsteps echoed, a crimson substance being smeared into the blindingly white floor with every step. A figure wrapped completely in white with a silver mask over his face was desperately looking for an escape. He was following a golden winged ball, a golem named Timcanpy.

The white cloak around the boy seemed to have a life of its own as white tendrils wrapped tightly around his weak, shaking legs, helping the boy to keep running for a bit longer. If you looked closely enough you'd be able to see three other people wrapped gently but firmly in the cloak's white folds, all of them in a horrible, bloodied state.

One opened her pain filled eyes. Exhaustion shown in her weary violet eyes.

"A-Allen", She spoke in barely a whisper, her voice hoarse and scratchy.

The figure in white, now named Allen, glanced briefly back at the injured girl then quickly focused back on following his golden golem. It was hard to keep track of the small flying creature with its frantic movements.

"Try not to talk Lenalee! Save your energy!", he gasped out with a hiss of air from his burning lungs.

She didn't hear his last sentence as she passed out again from the fire of her wounds. The other two wrapped in the cloak, Lavi and Kanda, were undisturbed by the brief conversation and hadn't even twitched.

Allen's wounds were getting worse the longer he kept moving. He had multiple cuts all over his body but none could compare to the large jagged lacerations that stretched from his right shoulder blade all the way to his lower right side. The terrible wounds were bleeding heavily. It felt like the wound was tearing even further with every rushed stride, causing blood to soak the side of his pants and drip onto the stained ground, leaving a long trail. His head was bleeding as well from a wound hidden by his white-turned-pink hair, the side of his face and neck dripping with blood as a result.

He was slowly starting to become dizzy from the loss of so much blood and the head wound. He was sure he had a really bad concussion.

With his vision slightly blurred, his head pounding, and ears ringing sharply, it was a wonder how he was able to keep sight of Timcanpy in the endless streets of the white Mediterranean city.

*Hang on Allen, we should be almost there!*, A voice spoke in the back of Allen's mind.

"Good, I don't think I can keep this up much longer.", He gasped while desperately trying to breath in much needed oxygen to sooth his aching lungs.

Timcanpy took a sharp right turn and Allen quickly followed, almost stumbling and tripping in the process. He regained his footing and raced after the little golden ball as he zoomed down the streets looking for a specific door.

Allen's vision was slowly turning black around the edges, almost ready to pass out, until something knocked into him harshly on his injured side. Bursts of white, hot agony shot through his weakened body as he choked on a hoarse scream, black dots dancing in his eyes. As he stumbled sideways from whatever knocked into him he was practically body slammed into a strange looking door.

The weight of his landing forced the door to open and Allen fell into a pitch black abyss, Timcanpy immediately flying down after him. His cloak, Crowned Clown, wrapped itself gently around the boy and his friends as they fell, Allen struggled to breath through the pain, just barely holding onto consciousness as he fell into the darkness below.

End of Prologue

A/N:

There we go! There's a bit of a teaser for you. Hope you liked it even if it was kind of short.

By the way, I am not one of those authors who will be able to update weekly. My updates will most likely be sporadic and unpredictable, so don't expect them within a certain amount of time between each other. I am a very busy person. I will not lie to you. The only excuses you will hear out of me is if the device I write on is taken away from me, lost, or if I'm extremely sick.

Anyway, if you liked what you read then like, follow, review. It does not have to be in that order or all three of them either. 😜

P.S. - Let me know if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I think I caught all of them but there could still be a few I missed.

See you next chapter!