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- Half AU - Crossover – Kanda/Allen – what if Allen and Kanda were students at Hogwarts right after Voldemort's supposed death?

Chapter 1- A wizard and Diagon Alley

Albus strode down the alley, looking for the famous pub to see one of his old acquaintances, when red and white hair stopped him.

A long bright red haired man held a flailing young child with a shock of white, the man held a cigarette between his fingers, cursing.
"Oi, baka-deshi, you're not going inside."

Albus stopped, wondering if he should stop him from hurting the child…

The boy just stuck out his tongue and pouted, "I just want to see why the cloak weirdos in that pub are celebrating so quietly."

Albus froze, could it be…?

"Some big dark guy was killed and they're happy about it, okay?"

The boy froze and Albus noticed fear and sadness in his eyes. "Like the Earl?"
"No, not like him. The earl is not a wizard."

Albus started to approach them as the kid's eyes grew wide as saucers in wonder, "A wizard? But I thought that all these stories Mana told me were just folktales."
"Well, they're n-" the elder male started to snap.

Albus interrupted him, "I gather that you can see the inn?"
The red male huffed, eyes narrowing at the weird looking old man, "Yes, why shouldn't we see it?"
The boy just stared at him in awe.
"You're one of them!" Albus raised his brow in question and amusement at the hanging boy. The boy pouted, "You're one of the weird robes… cloaks… whatever wearing people celebrating about this bad guy being dead."
Albus chuckled, "I see you're very observant, dear child. Might I ask you what your name is?"

The boy turned his head to the red head and the man snorted, "I don't care."
The boy smiled politely and held out his hand. Albus noticed a white glove on it; strange considering that the other hand did not.
"My name is Allen Walker, sir. What is your name?"

Albus took the hand with amusement twinkling in his eyes.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. Allen, might I ask what your age is? It seems that you may be old enough to enroll my school."
Allen's eyes lit up in glee, "I'm nine, sir. I'm going to be ten this Christmas, sir."

Albus smiled at him and let go of his hand, "It seems that you possess magical powers, like these people inside the inn."
"What do you mean?" The boy was confused. "These people inside are wizards, if what Shishou said is right, so that makes me a wizard as well?"
Albus chuckled at the boy's innocent face, "Yes, you're a wizard, as is your guardian next to you."

Allen had to snort at that, "Please, Cross Shishou can't be a wizard, sir."
"And why is that?"
"Because he's the devil!" the boy exclaimed, arms wide and still hanging from his shirt. This earned him a smack to his head. "I'm still here, your ungrateful brat."
"But you're the devil, are you not?" he pouted.

Another smack.

Albus glared at Cross, "You seem to forget that he is a child, Cross. If you are indeed his guardian, then you need to take better care of him."

The man glared at him, but he didn't even flinch. The man sighed and took another drug from his still burning cigarette, "Who cares? I just found him in a graveyard a year ago and was kind enough not to let him die there."

Albus stared at the man with disbelief. How could he be so cold and inconsiderate to a mere child? This was worse than the Dursleys predicted behavior toward Harry.

"May I ask something of you Cross?" The man eyed him and dropped Allen to the ground, pulling a pained yelp from him. Albus offered help to the boy get up, but Allen merely sent him a smile and stood up alone, dusting his clothes.

He returned to Cross, "May I take this boy and enroll him as a student in my school?"
A brow rose in suspicion, "And I gather that you're all wizards?"
He nodded.
"How do I know you're not lying and don't just want to kidnap him? Some people had tried to get him before."

"Before?"

"A weird hooded man wanted to have this brat all to himself and tried to kill us when we refused. I think his name was 'Voldemort' or something." He stopped, looking as if he had just remembered something. "Wait a minute… Wasn't that the same guy who has just died by this baby brat? How lame!" he laughed.
Allen's eyes widened. "Then we don't have to worry about being chased again?"

Albus blinked, why would Tom want to have anything with a Muggle-born child? He took out his wand and flickered a bit with it, making the air around Allen glow and when the light faded, the boy wore cleaner clothes. The delighted child was gawking at them, sniffing the fresh smell of soap on them.
"That was amazing, sir! Thank you very much, sir," he rushed to him and hugged him tightly around his hips.

Albus petted his head and looked at the scowling red head, smirking internally. It seems like this boy have some great powers if Tom had overlooked his position as a Muggle-born.

"So do I have permission?"

Allen looked up and turned to Cross, making a puppy face.
"Can I please go Shishou? I really want to learn in a school. And this way, you can do whatever you want without someone to restrict you. And you won't have to worry about me, for I'm not being chased around anymore."
But I still need someone to pay my debts, Cross mused but he shrugged and dropped the cigarette to the floor and stepped on it.

"Whatever, I don't care. But I'm not paying for this, baka-deshi," Allen looked down at this and his shoulders slumped. Albus noticed that this boy knew that it meant no way to enroll in. Just what in the world happened to this boy to know these adult matters?

"Do not worry about this, Young Allen," the boy looked at him with tears in his eyes. Albus smiled at him, his half-crescent glasses sliding a bit, making Allen giggle.
"A letter will be sent to you in a few months, and you'll just come back here and come inside, okay?"

Allen nodded, "But where will I get the money from? Gambling?"

Albus almost stepped back in horror. Just what has this man made the child do? "Cross, what's the meaning of this?"
"Hey, it's the only way for me to pay my debts," the man growled. "He's my apprentice."

"I…see." He didn't know what to do anymore, but what if this boy has some power that even the Dark Lord was afraid of? Albus couldn't risk losing him. If, no, when Voldemort returns, poor Harry would have to deal with him all alone again, as opposed to having help.

"I understand… then I'll be the one to pay for you. An owl will bring you the letter, just send with it the date you want to visit Diagon Alley, okay?"

"Diagon Alley?"

"Yes, this is the name of the place all students go to buy everything necessary for school."
Allen nodded and smiled. He bowed to the surprised elder, "Thank you very much, sir."
"It is no problem, young Allen," the white bearded man smiled, fixing his glasses. "I will see you very soon."

He turned and disappeared into the inn.

After all, he was supposed to meet someone in there.

Few months later…

The bartender of 'The Leaky Cauldron' waved them goodbye as they went out of the back door of the pub. They didn't miss the glares some attendants threw the boy.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Allen stood in the small back yard of the pub in front of a brick wall with Albus standing next to him.

"I'm sure," Albus chuckled to Allen's disbelieving eyes looking into his eyes, searching for any lies, "unless you were expecting heavily guarded place."

By the flush Allen adorned just now, he guessed that this was exactly what he had thought. He couldn't help but laugh at the pout he got, this boy was too obvious.

Allen frowned, "Well excuse me for not having the same line of thought as pure-blooded wizards." This had shut him up, he knew that he had crossed a line. He can't forget that this boy is different than any other individual he knew of. Cross is a perfect example of this.

"Do you have the letter?" Allen nodded and took out the envelope from his pants' pocket.
Albus smiled at him and returned to the brick wall. He tapped on some random brick three times with his wand and stood back, the boy following suit, curiously watching the wall.

He gasped in awe when the brick started to quiver and wriggle and on the middle of the wall appeared a small hole – it grew bigger and bigger until an archway appeared, opening up to a cobbled street that twisted and turned as far as the eye can see.

Albus pat his head and motioned to the street, "Welcome, Allen, to Diagon Alley."

They stepped through the archway and Allen saw the hole behind him becoming smaller until it was swallowed by the bricks. He quickly faced forward and his breath hitched.

Many small shops stood at both sides of the cobbles. He spotted cauldrons in the nearest shop's window. Animals in another's and flying brooms on the one next to it, children glued to the windows pointing excitedly at them.

He saw shops selling robes, telescopes or strange silver instruments that he had never seen in his life, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eel's eyes. Shops with piles of spell books, quills and parchments, potion bottles, globes of the moon and even a special shop for owls…

"I see that this place is very interesting for you, little Allen," Albus grinned as he saw the boy's head snapping everywhere, trying to see everything at the same time, his eyes wide with wonder and his mouth open like a gaping fish.

Allen stopped his staring and closed his mouth in embarrassment, his cheeks flaring up.
"I-I'm sorry, sir," he bowed his head. He winched when the wizard put his palm on his head. "Its okay, I was like this as well on my first time in here, and its still strikes me in its beauty and wonders. But we must get your supplies for school and then I can treat you for something to eat, okay?"

The white haired boy snapped his head up, hope in his eyes for the sound of food. He jumped in his place in excitement, urging the white haired old wizard to go faster and finish with the shopping so he could get food soon, his stomach agreeing with him.

The elder chuckled and followed him as they went to the first thing Allen wanted to be finished as quick as possible, clothes for school.

At 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions', a squat, smiling witch dressed in deep mauve greeted them. "Good afternoon, headmaster," she bowed her head to him and when she spotted Allen she gushed over him. "He is so cute! Is he your grandchild? Is he going to Hogwarts on September?" she stood him on a stool and slipped over his head a long robe and started to pin it to the right length.

Albus smiled at the blushing boy on the stool, fidgeting in his place. He noted a small panic on his place and the smile slipped a bit, "Well, he's kind of my god grandchild. But yes, he's going to Hogwarts, Madam Malkin."

The witch nodded and resumed her work, muttering some comments here and there.

Allen started to relax and stopped fidgeting, allowing Albus to release a relieved sigh. This boy had shown signs of discomfort when adults came near him, was he abused by adults before? Or was it just being a side-effect of being chased by Tom? He sure hoped it was the latter, because he didn't like the thought of the poor boy being hurt by supposedly responsible people or people he had trusted. But he couldn't stop this probing in his head that told him that it was both of the reasons, although the former had a bigger impact on the boy than the latter.

He snapped from his thoughts when Allen pulled slightly on his purple robes. He looked into worried gray-silver eyes and decided that this matter could be asked later, the shopping is what mattered right now – to give Allen the sense of being able to trust someone else for once.

Albus smiled reassuringly at the boy and thanked Madam Malkin before taking Allen outside and to the owls' pet shop.

They got a rare and amazingly beautiful golden barn owl, which Allen had named him 'Timcanpy'. His face softened as he saw Allen thanking him dozen of times as they exited the shop with the cage, eyes twinkling with happiness and cheeks a bit flushed. He was reminded of an angel when he saw the face and sadness crept into him when he thought of all the horrible things that must had happened to a boy so young.

They went to 'Flourish and Blotts' and bought the books on his list, then to 'Potage's Cauldron Shop' the first one Allen had spotted when they had arrived. They bought quills, parchments at 'Amanuensis Quills.'

After another few shops, Albus said, "I guess what is left is only Ollivander." Allen swung Albus arm as he hopped next to him, adrenaline rushing in his blood at the thought of getting a wand. Then he can finally bewitch Cross to stop wasting money and to start working on his damn debts by himself. This thought alone sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He could finally be free, he was so happy he almost jumped high into the sky.

The old wizard chuckled as he saw the excited boy jumping slightly on their way to a narrow and shabby shop with peeling gold letters on the door that were read 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.'

A bell tinkled when Allen opened the door and stepped inside with Albus on his toe. The silence made Allen squirm, it felt like the air himself was tinkling with magic and he didn't necessary liked it. He felt as if the air itself was invading him, checking what he was or learning about his darkest places and laughing on him with their silence.

"Good afternoon," a soft voice startled him. He jumped in his place, but Albus remained calm as he greeted the wide pale eyed old man.

Allen nodded in politeness, but shrunk as the Mr. Ollivander inched closer to him with unblinking pale eyes. This was seriously starting to creep him out.

"Hmm… what is your name, lad?"
"M-my name is Allen Walker, sir."
"Well now, Mr. Walker. Which is your wand hand?"
"Wand hand, sir?" Allen tilted his head and sighed in relief when the old man stood back.
"Your strong hand," Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to be phased by this question.
"Um… I'm ambidextrous, sir."

The old man's eyes already wide eyes grew bigger a bit, but he still maintained a calm face. "How curious… then I'll just measure them both."

"Measure? What f-"

The man interrupted him, "Hold out your arms. That's it," he measured Allen from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, and knee to armpit. He then repeated the same thing on the other arm, and round his head.

As he continued, Mr. Ollivander explained him everything about wands, cores, woods and the lengths of them. At one point, Allen noticed the tape measure moving on its own while measuring between his nostrils and the old man moving around the shelves and taking down slender boxes.

"That will do," he took the pile and placed it on the table while the measure tape crumpled down into a pile on the floor.

"Right then, Mr. Walker. Try this one. Ash and unicorn hair. Twelve and a quarter inches. Pleasantly springy. Just take it and give it a wave."

Allen hesitantly took the wand, fearing the worse and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it right away.

"Cherry and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Quite brittle. Try-"

Allen tried – but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched by the old man.

"No, no – here, Rowan and unicorn hair. Fourteen and a half inches. Surprisingly swishy. Go on, go on, try it out."

Allen tried and tried, with a pile of tried wands mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair. But for some reason, the more wands he had tried, the more Mr. Ollivander was happier, and Allen didn't like this man more and more.

"A tricky costumer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere – I wonder, now – yes, why not – very rare – white ark and phoenix feather, eleven inches, very strong."

Allen took the wand, and immediately felt uncertain feeling in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head and brought it swishing down through the dusty air. Silver light ray followed the trail the wand left and white ropes came from the tip, swirling around before vanishing to mist.

Albus clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well… how curious… how very curious…"

Allen peered at him, confused himself, "Um… sir? What is curious?"

Mr. Ollivander fixed him with his pale stare.

"I remember every wand I sold, Mr. Walker. But for years after I had made that specific wand, it didn't found any person to be compatible with."

Allen knew he won't like the way this confession is going to. "This is a wand that is even more intriguing then the dark lord's wand. This is a wand of a man who had faced many hardships and decisions and will face even harsher ones. Decide well, Allen Walker."

Allen shivered at the intense look these unblinking eyes had and instead looked at his new wand. The wand itself was silver – "Apparently from a tree called the 'white ark' that was said to make Noah's second ark in Babel incident that almost brought upon the world another flood and destruction," the old man enlightened him – The handle was red with sliver blue lines swirling across it. Although in different colors, they'd complimented each other very well and made the wand even more beautiful then any other wand.

Allen looked up and saw a bit of a haunted look on the wand maker's pale face. Mr. Ollivander took his wand and quickly placed it back in the box and wrapped it in brown paper. He turned to Albus, "Four Galleons, please."

Albus was a bit surprised, "You're giving this a discount?"

"Yes, yes." He sounded rushed, as if he didn't want to look at the wand another moment.

This had hurt Allen more than he'd let on. The old wizard paid and took Allen's hand, leading him outside. The boy nodded to the slightly paler wand maker and followed Albus.

The wizard led him to a stand with ice-creams and bought him a vanilla cone with honey sprinkles on it.

"Are you okay?" they sat on one of the benches next to the stand. Allen looked down in shame, "Am I really that different? I mean, even Mr. Ollivander didn't want me in his shop."

"My boy," he felt a comforting hand on his back. "I know Mr. Ollivander and I know that the only thing he didn't like was the 'white ark' that your wand is made of. He had a bit of a mishap with it and holds a bit of a grudge to it. It's not your fault at all, my boy."

Allen smiled bitterly at him and resumed to his ice-cream.

After they had finished up, they bought trunks and put all of his earning into them excluding the cage with Timcanpy, which Allen held with a bit of pride.

Inside the pub, they spotted Cross drinking in the closest table to the door, a woman in his lap.

"Shisou…" Albus saw a dark aura coming from Allen and blinked in surprise, just what is wrong with him?
"Oh, baka-deshi," Cross didn't pay attention to him as he groped the woman's butt.

A bad mistake.

THUMP! One of the trunks found themselves striking the redheaded head with accuracy.

Albus had almost gaped, but managed to maintain his composure as he saw Allen stomping his way to Cross.
"What did I tell you about wasting money on booze and women?"
"What did you do that for, baka-deshi?" clearly the man didn't hear him, because he rubbed the bump on his head and glared daggers at his apprentice, sneering. The boy sneered back at him, taking another trunk as a warning, "We're going home right now, Shishou. I don't care about your sex-drive, you sick bastard."

Now Albus thought he could give himself a moment of gaping at the scene, he couldn't believe a mere boy knew this kind of vulgar language. Not only that... is it normal for someone to throw a trunk on someone else?! What did this man teach this poor boy?

"Cross," he approached him, arms folded and a very cold face.
"Damn, that old man is here again," Cross muttered to himself, "Yes? What now?"
"What have you been teaching your adopted son? Since when a child use such vulgar words and throws trunks on people?"
"Beats me. Probably since his times on the streets…" Cross stopped and when the adults noticed the boy's pale face, Cross slurred, "Oops."

"The streets? What does he mean, Allen?" the boy was trembling and his face was pale as white. This scene was drawing some of the residents' attention.
"I-I…" he was hyperventilating and became a bit hysterical. His palms were covering his face and he was shaking his head as if shaking something.

The wizard kneeled in front of him and took him into an embrace. He rubbed circles on his back, mumbling soft soothing words to the shaking boy.

The residents of the pub were looking in shock at the high wizard, hugging a small weird boy with such gentleness.

"It is okay, my boy, you're safe here. No one is going to hurt you anymore, okay?"

Slowly, Allen calmed down and slumped into the embrace, pressing his ear into the elder's chest, hearing the steady heartbeat.
"Are you okay, my boy?"
"Y-yes… I'm sorry, sir."
"There's no need to, Allen. This is a serious matter, my boy, and you need to be able to rely on someone to relieve yourself of this burden. I know it can't be me, but I know that you'll find someone that will listen and bear with you the burden of your past. Don't be discouraged, my boy."

"Thank you, Sir."

"No problem, my boy," Albus released him and stood up again. "Cross, stop this mess and bring your adopted son home."

Cross cursed, but stood up as well from his place, dropping the girl and took the stray trunks, pilling them on the others.

"Let's go, brat."

Allen nodded and took his trolley with the bags. He turned to Albus and waved meekly, "See you later, Sir. Goodbye and thank you very much again."

"The pleasure was all mine," he waved back. "Goodbye, Allen, be well."

Allen nodded and smiled at him. He then exited the pub and when he looked back inside, the man was already gone.

Oh well, I'll see him at Hogwarts again, he thought happily and rolled the trolley to their car.

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p.s.s. "Rowan and unicorn hair. Fourteen and a half inches. Surprisingly swishy" is my wand in pottermore, how awesome is that?!