A/N: Sorry for the long update! Also, this chapter is horribly written. Finally, I promise more Neah throughout the story! *Hugs Neah* Anyway, here's the second chapter of Unexpected Alliance! Disclaimer, please!

Allen: -Man does not belong to the Almighty Kenzie Perth! *Pause* What?

Neah: No, it belongs to me! Mwa ha ha ha!

Allen: Sure it does. Actually, -Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura. Please ignore my uncle.

Neah: What? How cruel!

Kanda: Che. Shut up, idiots. The story's starting.

Neah: Oh yeah, it is! See you then!

Komui looked over his glasses at the group in front of him. "You see, Hogwarts is no ordinary school."

Inside Allen's head, unheard by any but him, Neah began to grumble. Of course it's not an ordinary school. It's in the future! Surely that qualifies it as out of the ordinary.

Allen had to grin a bit, but reprimanded his Uncle none the less. This is important, Neah, so pay attention.

Mentally raising an eyebrow, Neah protested, Why do I have to pay attention? It's your mission.

Allen's grin got infestesimally bigger. Because I'm not.

Komui, unaware of the conversation inside of the white-haired exorcist's head, continued. "Hogwarts, in fact, is a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Blank silence met his words. Then, Tyki snorted. "Magic?" Skepticism was written all over the Noah's gray-skinned face.

Komui nodded gravely. "Yes, magic. I knew you souldn't believe me, so I brought someone to prove all I've been saying."

From a blue police box in the corner that everyone, up until now, had been ignoring, stepped an old man, with long white hair and a beard of similar length. Friendly, curious, but wise bright blue eyes peered from behind a pair of half-moon glasses. He nodded politely at the lot in front of him, most of whom were wondering how he managed to fit in that box. "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You must be the ones the Doctor told me about."

Flashback:

A worried Dumbledore stood in his office, facing a man with messy brown hair, a childish look in his eyes, and a dapper red bowtie. For some reason, it seemed like this man could not stand still, as he kept bouncing on his feet, playing with items in his pockets, and fingering odd items sitting on the table. "I need help, Doctor. These attacks are increasing, and with the Tri-Wizard tournament approaching,.."

Here Dumbledore stopped and sighed. "I had hoped you could help somehow."

The Timelord had a twinkle in his eye. "I can't help you, but I know someone who can." He bounced on his heels. "Besides, he owes me a favor."

There was a pause as Dumbledore smiled. He knew the Doctor would help. His meditations were paused as the Doctor grinned again, holding out what appeared to be a muggle candy. "Would you like a jelly baby?"

Dumbledore gratefully accepted.

End flashback.

The Exorcists and Noahs alike all stood gaping, though Road privately felt that they shouldn't have been too surprised. Weird stuff happened to all of them – this was just a touch to far out of the norm. Dumbleeore had provided a display that was proof enough to them that magic existed as, with a wave of his wand and some unitelligably muttered words, he organized all the files and paperwork littering Komui's office.

Reever, who hald snuck in during the demonstration to deliver yet another paper for Komui to approve, was almost positive that a miracle had occurred.

The Doctor stood in the TARDIS entryway, unnoticed in the ensuing commotion. He had to admit, he admired the red-head's fashion sense. And that eye-patch – the Timelord decided that eyepatches were cool, despite previous bad experiences. Very cool. He briefly considered wearing one the next time he saw River, but decided against it when he remembered what had happened to his Stetson.

Something inside the TARDIS sparked. The Doctor turned around, panicking. That was most certainly not supposed to happen.

Komui knew his audience was thoroughly impressed. And convinced. He grimaced. Now he had to explain the situation. "While you are at Hogwarts, you'll be protecting the school from Akuma attacks." Here he paused, glancing at the Noahs. "I only want one adult coming, in order to pose as headmaster, as I," here he gestured to the mountains of paperwork, "Am, as you can clearly see, busy."

The (sometimes) gray-skinned, gloden-eyed family looked at each other, deliberating quietly. Shortly, Sheryl (reluctantly, it seemed) nodded, and Tyki turned to face Komui. "I'll go, along with Road and Jasdevi. Everyone else will stay behind."

Komui nodded. "As I hoped. Now, while you are there, Hogwarts will be hosting a tournament. The three main schools of magic in Europe will be competing in a series of tasks to prove wizarding prowess, bravery, and the like. We, with permission from all headmasters, will be posing as a new fourth school, the Rosa Cross School for Unusual Forms of Magic."

There was a pause (for about the hundreth time that morning – a lot of things that required pauses to digest had been said) as the occupants of the room swallowed the fact that they'd be competing with magic – and more importantly, magic users. Even Jasdevi were silent at that prospect.

Komui clapped his hands together. "Time to study! Komulin LXIV, bring out the books!"

The Exorcists tensed as a door behind Komui (that they were sure had not been there before) slid open, revealing a (much feared) Komulin. Carrying a mountain of books. Which it promptly dumped on all of their heads. (Well, not Tyki's. But everyone else's.)

Komui leaped on to the Komulin, waving and grinning like a maniac as the giant robot crashed through the wall, leaving dust, books, ten very shell-shocked occupants, and a Tardis. Dear reader, I challenge you to make a joke out of that.

Allen looked at the books piled up all around him. "Do we really have to read all of these?" He asked in a pleading voice.

Kanda glared at him, his arms pinned to his sides, buried up to his chin in books. "Che."