Another chapter! I felt that I should give all of you readers more to read, because I only gave you about 350 words last "chapter". So…here are more words! (about 2000)
Now on with the chapter!
Update-6/21/11 (Happy Summer!)-Now beta-ed version by Soulless Ghosty

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It was the opening feast for Harry's sixth year and Harry was again late, walking into the Great Hall with a cloth to his bleeding nose and Luna by his side. He sat down next to Ron and looked at Dumbledore just as the sorting began. After this year's first year students were put in their rightful houses, Dumbledore stated that he had another announcement.

"There is one more person to sort before we can feast. We have a late arrival from abroad, who just recently came back to Europe for his training here. Would Allen Walker come up to be sorted into sixth year?" No one stood up, and a few mutterings went around. "Allen?" Dumbledore asked again. Just then, the doors burst open, revealing a cloaked and hooded figure.

"Sorry! I was feeding the thestrals and they bombarded me! You'll need to get a new gate, too, by the way." By now most of the student body was confused, even the few who had seen the creatures. Albus just chuckled. Typical Allen. As Allen speed-walked toward the Headmaster and the magical hat, his hood fell down, revealing long silver hair. The murmurs started immediately. Finally, Allen sat down on the sorting hats stool, and had it dropped on his head to sit right above his eyes.

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"Well, well, well, aren't you interesting?" Crooned a raggedy voice in Allen's mind.

"Who are you? I don't like having people in my head," Allen thought. He already had one since a long way back and didn't want another.

"What are you doing in my host's mind? It's already crowded enough! Do you know how hard it is to live in only a mindscape? I need more scenery! Get. Out," Neah told the voice. Allen could practically see Neah glaring in his Black Order-esque mindscape. Before Neah could continue, or Allen could stop Neah from continuing, the voice spoke again.

"Ah, I see you already have a guest in your mind, Allen Walker. Don't fret, I won't stay long. I am the sorting hat. With your permission, I would like to look into your mind. That's how I'll sort you, you see?" Allen could tell that Neah was going to remark and butted in before he had the chance.

"A sorting hat? I was told to put you on my head, but I never guessed that this was the way we were going to be sorted. When did you start sorting, and when did the students stop dueling for places in the houses?"

"Quit trying to make small talk with a hat, Allen! Let's just get sorted and get it out of here!" Allen sighed and allowed the hat entry into his memories. It thought personal comments and spoke vague one word comments to the crowd. Finally, it came to its decision.

"I believe you, Allen Walker, should be in... GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat shouted for all to hear. The Gryffindors didn't know how to react at first, but broke into a smattering of applause interrupted by suspicious looks. Allen shuffled to the table and sat next to two bright red haired kids. The raven haired boy and bushy brunette girl sitting nearby leaned over to peer at him.

"Hi," Allen spoke quietly. "I'm Allen Walker, as you know. Who are you?" I've got to be as polite as I can, it's been ten years... The boy red head looked at Allen as though he was insane, and the raven haired boy was shocked.

"You can't tell that he's Harry Potter? How can you not know Harry? He basically saved the world!" The red head cried through a mouthful of food. Allen on up his master poker face and continued.

"Of course I know who Harry Potter is, but I was trying to be nice and not ogle at him. Also, I enjoy it when people introduce themselves, not others, Mister...?"

"Ron Weasley," The rude boy gulped, intimidated, and Allen moved past him. He found out the name of the scarlet haired girl, Ginny, and the brunette, Hermione. Harry was already introduced to him, thanks to someone, so Allen scanned the rest of the table. Where was the food? There was no food on his plate or anywhere on the table, in fact there was none in the room at all. But then, Dumbledore in the front of the room raised his hand and piles magically appeared throughout the hall. Eyes caught on the mile high pile of food that had appeared on Allen's plate with astonishment. Allen wasn't expecting any great taste, if the swiftness of its creation was anything to go by, but when he tasted it, he was utterly shocked. It was almost as good as Jerry's! The best he had tasted in years.

While students stared Allen inhaled his food, and many of the watchers quickly lost their appetite. A good meal later, Dumbledore stood again and made his after-feast speech. He spoke gravely of Voldemort's return, and then proceeded to how important being cautious was. Allen tuned it out. He could take care of himself. Robotically, he rose and headed to the common rooms at the end of the speech, stopping to ask for directions. In his bed, Allen took the silence to talk to Neah about his hostile chat with the Sorting Hat. "What was up with you, Neah? You don't usually act so harsh to new people."
Neah sighed, "I'm sorry, Allen. It's just that I haven't had any control for a while, and he entered so unexpectedly I was startled." Allen thought through Neah's short explanation and decided to let it slide.
"If you want, I'll let you have control at night. Just sleep during the day, and when my roommates are asleep take over, no permission necessary. But the only thing is that you can't get me in major trouble and you can't start tonight," Allen said. He could feel Neah's happiness reverberating through their mind, and drifted off to sleep. A verbal reply wasn't necessary to see that his offer had been graciously accepted.

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The next day, Ron and Harry stood in the hall laughing at the first years, when McGonagall called Harry over, and ordered the both of them to go to Potions. Upon arrival at the classroom, Allen joined them and together they opened the door. Slughorn had been talking but when he heard the door open, he turned around.

"Ah, Harry and Allen! Nice to have you join us. Just grab your books and come on over," Slughorn directed. Harry commented that they didn't have books, on account that they didn't know they were to be in potions at all.

"Not to worry," Assured Slughorn, "Just grab the spares from the cupboard." Allen walked straight to the cabinet and grabbed a new edition of the Potions book, and shoved the fighting Ron and Harry out of his way. Placing the two remaining books behind his back, Allen turned to his house members.

"Now, the old book is in one of my hands, and the newer one is in my other. Weasley, pick a hand, and you will get that book," Allen explained. Ron, not watching Allen grab the books in the first place took a wild guess that the new book was in Allen's right hand. Being correct, he sauntered over to the rest of the class. "Here you go Potter," Allen said, shoving the old book into the golden boy's hand and followed Ron's example, albeit in a less showy fashion.

"Up here, I have a few potions. Can anyone identify them?" Slughorn asked when everyone was situated. Hermione's hand shot up like a rocket, levitating it in the air. Allen slowly raised his hand, and the professor turned to him with a smile. "Yes, Allen! Come on up!" Allen walked up and stared at the first potion.

"This is a Pepperup Potion. It relieves symptoms of colds and flu," Allen stated, moving on to the next. "This one's the Calming Draught. It calms someone down from shock, trauma, etc." The next was a bright steaming pink. "And this one is Amortentia, the strongest love potion in the world. It smells like whatever attracts to the specific person. For example, I smell…freshly fallen snow, the circus, mitarashi dango, and…old parchment and ink." Allen became solemn at the end, and Harry pulled him back into the crowd, noticing that Allen wasn't going to move on his own anytime soon. When Allen gave him a thankful smile, though, he realized the movement seemed to snap Allen out of it. They missed their Professors speech about how dangerous this love potion was, but tuned in when someone asked what was in the last small potion vial.

"Ah, this? This is Felix Felicis, also known as Liquid Luck. Disastrously tricky to make, extremely dangerous if made wrong. But one drop and you will find that all your endeavors will succeed…at least until the effects wear off, that is. So, this is what I offer to the student who is capable of making, in the following hour, an acceptable Draught of Living Death. Now get to it!" The students shuffled to the tables, and started right away, all hoping for some liquid luck.

While Hermione and Ron tried following the written instructions, Harry had other ideas. He followed the altered directions, pressing instead of cutting, changing the item quantities, and more things like that. When Harry looked over at Ron, Hermione, and Allen to see if he was doing alright, he noticed something peculiar. Besides Hermione having even bushier hair and trouble with the potion, Allen was doing the same things as Harry, except two steps ahead. He'd have to mention it to Hermione, that is if she ever forgave him for doing better than herself.

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At the end of class, Allen won the Felix Felicis by a landslide. Slughorn stated that one drop could kill the whole school. "Let's hope this cauldron doesn't tip over then, huh," Was Allen's only reply. The rest of the day went off without a hitch, and soon, Allen was in the common room once again. Almost everyone was in bed, leaving Allen, Ron, and Hermione in the main room near the fireplace. Harry had been called to Dumbledore's office, and the resulting atmosphere was uncomfortable, the latter two not knowing quite how to interact with Allen, who eventually pulled out a book and read quietly. Hermione pounced.

"Wow! Is that a first edition The Life and Times of Exorcists? There are barely any copies, nevertheless a first edition! Could I borrow it from you sometime? And how did you ever manage to get it?" Hermione asked rapidly, leaving a dazed Allen in her wake.

"You're actually interested in reading this? Not many people have heard of it, or are interested in the Black Order or the Clan of Noah. I'm sorry, but I can't loan it out. It holds… sentimental value, I guess you could say. I could never part with it, even if it was just someone borrowing it once. And as for where I got it; I've been around," Allen responded vaguely. Hermione pouted and reluctantly turned back to her homework. Allen kind of wished Neah wasn't busy sleeping, he really needed a friend to talk to. Ever since Neah visited Allen in his dream and had a civilized conversation with him, they had become fast friends. Allen sensed Hermione scooting closer and trying to read over his shoulder, so he closed his book and turned to her. "You know, your Kneazle-Cat hybrid is trying to run out of the common room. You might want to stop him," he stated. He walked over to the fat lady's portrait, and scooped Crookshanks up. Hermione's jaw dropped when the cat started purring. Allen rose a questioning eyebrow at her expression.

"Oh…uh…thank you. I'm just amazed Crookshanks took to you so quickly, he usually isn't very social…" Hermione explained, and Allen just nodded and sat down with the half-Kneazle on his lap. He passed the cat back to Hermione when he noticed it wasn't going to move on its own.

"Here you go. I don't have the best relationship with cats. They're always trying to eat Timcanpy." Allen smiled sheepishly. Oh, how much did he wish Timcanpy could function within the school, but electronics and things like golems didn't work in Hogwarts. Maybe it was a good thing he was away, with Crookshanks there. Allen decided to get to bed. The sooner he went to bed, the sooner Neah could have his freedom.

Cookies to anyone who can tell me what allof Allen's love potion scents come from! (NO MORE GUESSING IN REVIEWS OR PMS! ANSWER IN NEXT CHAPTER) Hope you liked it!