Everyone is sitting in the dining hall of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry enjoying yet another delicious lunch. Every student and professor is in their own respective places, quite understandable as they have been in school for several weeks now.
Of course, the golden trio could be easily found together sitting among their fellow third years. The red headed boy was busy inhaling his food and drink as the bushy haired girl scolded him on his reproachful eating habits. The scarred boy, Harry, who sat across from them, was trying his best to block out the etiquette lesson and loud munching coming from his best friends.
Ron continued to stuff the delectable food in his mouth while Hermione's warning voice barely met his ears. The hall was full of chatter among all four rectangular tables. Such tables clearly labeled by colors and names representing their respective houses. All in all, this day was normal. As normal as a wizarding school could get of course. The rivalry between the houses was present. The respect, or in some cases fear, for the professors was thriving. Yes, today was a normal day.
But as always, this normalcy wouldn't last long. Soon Hagrid, who rarely ever came in for lunch because of his job as gamekeeper, entered the hall with a frantic and anxious air. He seemed to half run, half walk to the wise headmaster Dumbledore in a sorry attempt to appear unfazed. Hagrid bent to whisper into the Headmaster's ear. Dumbledore's eyes widened for a moment, but his composure instantly returned and he smiled sweetly. He then stood calmly and walked to the podium placed in front of the four house tables.
By this time silence reigned in the dining hall as all eyes were fixated on either Hagrid or the headmaster. Dumbledore gained all eyes as he cleared his throat, "It seems we have ourselves a visitor. Someone we should be humbled to meet. So I assume you will all be respectful for he knows more than anyone could imagine." At this statement chatter erupted in the hall and Dumbledore quickly silenced them with a raised hand. He looked to the door and said in a powerful voice that echoed off the walls, "Please, do come in."
The doors opened with a large thump and a magnificent sight met the students' and professors' eyes. A centaur entered the room. Everyone in the hall was staring wide-eyed for they knew centaurs were old and wise creatures, even more so than Dumbledore himself, and they often stayed away from wizards at all costs; and vice versa. Why would one of their isolated neighbors come out of the forbidden forest now? It was soon realized by the mark on his chest, that this centaur was also the leader of their clan, Firenze, known for his nobility and strength. Firenze spoke in a deep and loud voice, "Albus, young one, I bring you news as well as something else."
Albus Dumbledore eyed the high ranking centaur with interest, "and what is the news Firenze?" The centaur returned Dumbledore's stare and stated, "During the early light of this morn, my colony and I detected a force within our grounds. But this force proved too much for my people and your measly magic would have no effect on this creature of the dark." Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise as did every other wizard in the hall.
"What was the result of the confrontation? From what I can see, you look well."
"I would be dead if it were not for one who came to our aid. Wielding a force of light that overcame the dark which attacked us, he is our savior as well as yours for I have no doubt that your people would have been next."
"Who is this one of light as you say? I think we all owe this being our gratitude."
"Oh Albus, you owe him much more, his eyes speak that of one who has lived through more than you or I combined, yet his years are miniscule. I have him upon my back for he is wounded from the battle. This wound would leave any of us unable for months. And frankly, it was not his mistake in battle that caused the wound; it was the brashness of one of my sons who dove into battle without thought. The boy saved my sons life and in return suffered from a middle wound. That is why I am here, I sense greatness from this child loved by god, but despised by many. I hope you will do me the duty of caring for the boy within your healing facilities."
Dumbledore solemnly nodded his head, "of course."
Firenze then reached toward his back and held a small form in his arms which seemed to be wrapped up in a blanket. "Madame Pomfrey." Dumbledore said nodding to the nurse. She hurried over to the unconscious form and removed the blanket hesitantly. Everyone in the dining hall gasped simultaneously, all except for Firenze, as a young boy, no more than 15, with shocking white hair was revealed. The boy had pale flawless skin only marred by a scar on the left side of his face that reached above his eye, disappearing under his bangs, to his jaw line. The jagged red line seemed to emphasize his dangerous beauty.
Once everyone had taken in the young boy's appearance Madame Pomfrey, finally moving again, began studying him-looking for the wound. Suddenly she gasped. The whole front of his shirt, which she thought was red, was in fact soaked in crimson blood. She quickly lifted up his shirt to inspect the damage. What she saw was an intricate number of scars weaving across a toned torso and chest varying in size and shape.
She wanted to look away. How could someone so young… no. She had a job to do. On his side the opened wound that was spilling the crimson color into the boy's shirt began to glow. A white blinding light came from the boy's side and faded away almost as fast as it had appeared leaving behind a thin white scar in its place.
A wound that should have taken at least four days to heal, even with the wizard's superior healing skills, repaired in the matter of seconds. Silence filled the hall. Not even Firenze and Dumbledore could hide their shocked expressions. Then the unexpected happened, the boy's eyes flashed open and just as quickly he was on his feet.
Though the occupants in the room were staring into deep silver eyes that seemed to look into their souls, but a slight whirring began to sound as his left eye marred by the scar was covered by winding gears and cogs that spun around his once silver eye which changed to match the front of the young man's shirt.
There was silence as the boy looked around the room with a piercing gaze only to stop to look into Dumbledore's shocked blue eyes. "Excuse me sir, but you might want to move." The boy spoke in a calm and melodic voice. His voice could have easily been a soothing tune but anyone could hear the urgency and authority behind it.
Just as he finished his statement he was, in an instant, beside the headmaster, "Please brace yourself." Then an explosion resounded from above Dumbledore's head. Once the dust cleared a large spherical entity remained; a metallic creature with barreled guns and a mask of a human at the center. Everyone in the room could feel the cold shuddering darkness that seeped off of it in a deathly aura.
In an instant all of the professors had their wands aimed at the creature firing spell after spell only to be bounced off. Firenze's voice was heard above all, "Fools! Have you no conscience? Still yourself!" All of the professors froze from the booming voice.
A small "thank you." Was heard and a white flash was suspended in air only to come back down in an instant. The threatening machine which was previously poised above their heads now lay in ashes at the professors' feet. The boy encircled in white, seems to descend from the heavens and once he reached the stone paved floors his audience got a closer look at his appearance.
He was wrapped in a feathered cloak that stretched and flowed throughout the hall emitting a faint glow, obviously something of great power. That glow seems to be giving off a protective aura that took over everybody in the room. And upon the boy's face rested a silver and grey mask that gave him an air of a mysterious warrior. And as quickly as the items appeared, they disappeared only leaving the calm boy standing in his original crimson long sleeved shirt with black pants, tall boots, and white gloves.
He looked to the headmaster with a content look as if he had not just been the savior of everyone in the room. "Hello sir, my name is Allen Walker. I am sure that you have a lot of questions for me as it seems you are in charge here. I will be pleased to provide you with answers, though I believe it to be a good choice to speak in private." He finished with a blindingly pure smile that made everyone's breath catch.
Dumbledore nodded but seemed quite hesitant to leave the hall which the boy instantly picked up on. "Don't worry sir, my eye is a kind of detector for the entities like that of the one which attacked your hall. None are currently near this vicinity, and if one does happen to appear I will inform you and take action. You have my word."
Dumbledore nodded in understanding, "please come. Follow me to my office. Children, you are dismissed to your dorms. Professors, please come join me and Mr. Walker in my office. Firenze… Thank you." All the students filed out in hushed whispers and Firenze simply nodded and left. Dumbledore began down the hall with Allen Walker by his side and the professors close behind.