Disclaimer: This FanFiction was written for entertainment purposes only- I don't own D. Gray-Man or Harry Potter, only the plot for this FanFiction.
A/N: Hello! From this chapter on, I will be answering people's questions through an author's note at the beginning of each chapter, so if I did answer your question(s) through a PM, then you will see the answer again here. Thank you!
TheDeathAssistant4: I am not planning to have romance in this FanFiction, but it may still occur. If there is romance, it would not be a main focus, but rather something to is just added to the story that isn't necessary- the equivalent of a filler.
AlucardBahamut: 1. This story takes place after the level 4 arc, and before the Timothy arc
2. Not exactly, but that could apply to my answer. I researched the wand woods and cores to match the personalities of each character, or at least my understanding of them. I could not decide whether to have Phoenix feather or Threstral tail hair for Allen's wand core, so I decided to use both. Another issue was that there wasn't much information about the Threstral tail hair core except for the fact that the only known wand with that core was the elder wand.
3. All four of the exorcists are wizards, and no, they were not chosen by the Order because of their magical ability, but rather their ability to blend in, and infiltrate the Triwizard tournament successfully.
GreenDrkness: Expanding on my answers for Alucard: In this FanFiction, every innocence accommodator must have the ability to preform magic in order to synchronize with their innocence. Applying this to Allen's situation, he is/was a wizard because he is able to preform magic (and Allen's macic ability is possibly stronger than Harry's own magic ability), granting him the ability to synchronize with his own innocence.
Crowds of people intermingled on the platform between tracks nine and ten, with some dressed stranger than others. The smell of smoke filled the enclosed space from the steam engines that had just arrived at King's Cross.
Lavi and I had decided to travel to Hogwarts prior to Lenalee and Kanda so that I could use the ark to transfer the "students" to the wizarding school in a way that could fool the magical community into thinking that the Black Order was an actual school of magic. Our decided mode of transportation was the Hogwarts Express at platform 9 3/4, but we never expected it to be hidden so thoroughly.
So far, we had deduced that the entrance to the platform was concieled as one of the pillars between the two tracks, but we couldn't figure out which one.
"Lavi," I asked, "Do you think that the family over there might know where the platform is?" I gestured toward a rather large group of people who all had flaming red hair except for a rather lanky boy that had messy dark hair, and wore round black rimmed glasses. Underneath his bangs, I could make out a small lightning bolt shaped scar that seemed too precise to have not been cut on purpose. The boy seemed to be around the same age as the second youngest child in the group, whose age I assumed was around 14.
A girl was with them as well, chatting with the two youngest boys. She had bushy brown hair that- if straightened- would have looked elegant. Her dark inquisitive eyes sparkled with knowledge and wit.
Lavi glanced at the group, and their luggage, which happened to include three caged owls and a cat. Slowly, he nodded, as if thinking through what to say to them.
The two of us had pulled down on the hoods of our knee length cloaks- making sure that our facial features were hidden -before we walked up to the family.
"Excuse me," The woman who I presumed to be the mother looked up. "How can I get onto platform 9 3/4?" She seemed to be surprised that I was looking for that specific platform, and I started to doubt that she knew what I was talking about when she smiled gently.
"Of course dear, all you have to do is walk through that pillar. If it makes you more comfortable, you can run." As she spoke, she pointed at a pillar that was near the end of the platform. It was conveniently located in a way that if someone suddenly disappeared, no one would notice.
"Thank you!" I called behind me as Lavi and I dashed to the pillar, and ran through the hidden entrance of platform 9 3/4.
When I stepped onto the platform, I could see crowds of families and students alike, socializing, boarding the bright scarlet steam engine that seemed to crouch on the tracks... I could have sworn that I also saw a long haired orange tabby wreathe through my legs- purring all the while.
Lavi and I had decided to sit in one of the compartments that were in the back of the train, since it was the only empty one left. As we lounged on the red velvet seats, a trio made up from the teenagers we saw earlier knocked on the door of the compartment. It was the brunet girl who spoke for their small group.
"Excuse me," she asked in a faint British accent, "May we please sit with you? Every other compartment is full."
As I opened my mouth to speak, Lavi answered for me, giving me what I sensed to be a piercing look from under the low hood that concealed his face. "Of course you can, here, let me help you with your bags!" He immediately stood to help the trio with their luggage.
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When everyone had settled into their seats, Lavi and I sat next to each other while the trio were across from us, with the black haired boy sitting in the middle. It was then when I considered the events that took place during the past summer.
Lavi, Lenalee, Kanda, and I were tasked to learn the equivalent of seven years of magical education, while still having to go on missions, over the course of four or five months. To my surprise, I was better at learning magic than anyone else.
Whenever I held my wand, it felt just as familiar as it did in Diagon Alley, and if I felt nervous, I found myself fingering the hilt. If I was ever alone, I would practice the spells that I had learned until I had mastered them, even if I had to practice magic until dawn.
Sometime in the middle of August, Lenalee, Lavi, Kanda, and I were called to guard spectators at an event called the Quidditch World Cup, and sure enough, there was an Akuma attack. Surprisingly for such a large gathering of wizards, there were only three level twos, and five level ones, a group of Akuma that the four of us were able to exorcise before there could be any fatalities.
While patrolling the stadium during the match, I had caught a glimpse of the trio across from Lavi, and I, and noted a cloaked form that only my left eye could see, which was sitting next to a human-like creature that I overheard being called a house elf. I had also seen them during an attack by a group of criminals called "Death Eaters", though more specifically, I had seen the boy with black hair.
Their voices shocked me out of my thoughts.
"Hello, my name is Hermione," the brunette was the one who had spoken, "Hermione Granger." The red-head glowered and looked out the window before the brunette, Hermione, managed to stomp on his foot. He swiftly threw a glare at her before turning to Lavi and I.
"My name is Ron Weasley."
"And my name," The boy with black hair continued for Ron, "is Harry Potter." As he said his name, his body seemed to tense involuntarily, as if expecting a reaction even as subtle as a muffled gasp. When he realized that Lavi and I wouldn't react, he seemed to huff a sigh of relief. "Who are you?"
I held a gloved finger to my hidden lips before speaking to the group as a whole.
"You will find out soon enough."
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As Lavi and I exited the train, I heard a familiar booming voice call over the crowd of students, but I ignored its summons, and followed the majority of the students instead.
As we walked up to the carriages though, I paused for a second, cautiously glancing at the winged horse-like creature that was hooked up to the carriage. It was tall, around the height of a typical thoroughbred- 17 hands. Black leathery skin appeared to be stretched taught over its bones, and a tail, similar to that of a lion, lashed at the air like a whip. Unlike a horse, it's mouth was a sharp black beak that looked like it could rip into meat, and judging by how the steed was occasionally flaring its nostrils at the students, it was carnivorous. Its bat-like wings were folded against its body, but sometimes they would slightly unfurl, creating a small breeze that smelled like death. A word popped into my mind that seemed to settle my raging thoughts- Threstral.
I glanced towards Lavi, and took note of his paled face, he had seen it as well. Noticing the students ignoring the threstrals, I decided to usher Lavi into the carriage before we drew attention to ourselves.
A moment of silence passed before Lavi spoke.
"Allen, Throughout my travels with Bookman, I had never seen such a strange community. That thing pulling the carriage..." He shivered, "It looked like it was a personification of death itself."
"Threstral," I supplied, "a magical creature that many witches and wizards believe to be a representation of death. Judging by the fact that many students didn't acknowledge something that is widely feared among the wizarding world, I am assuming that they are invisible unless a person fulfills certain requirements, something that most likely relates to death." Lavi glanced at me curiously.
"I didn't think that you would know much about the world of magic."
"I don't," I replied, "But for some reason, I knew at least that much."
When I decided to glance out the window myself, I could have sworn that I saw a flash of silver in the corner of my eye, near the edge of a dark forbidding forest.
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When I laid in my bed in the Black Order that night, I watched Timcanpy flying around the room as I thought about the trip to Hogwarts. Link had fallen asleep a couple hours earlier, so I was able to ponder my thoughts in peace- without anyone breathing down my neck.
I was looking forward to the mission for three reasons. One, since Link hasn't discovered any suspicious activity from the 14th, I was given an amount of time where he wouldn't accompany me on missions. Two, magic seemed to be a key to hidden knowledge and memories that seemed to evade me before. Three, magic felt familiar to me and I seemed to be talented with it- if it could potentially help me with saving the souls inside Akuma, I wanted to know as much of it as possible.
A/N: So the stage is set! In the next chapter, I will start to move the plot along with the start of the Triwizard Tournament. By the way... Are the characters too OCC? Please review!