Me: Hello, folks; the long-awaited chapter 3… I hope… It's taken a long time, I know, but it was partly because of a lot of homework.
Allen: Partly?
Me: …;; Well, anyways, I know I've said before that I would take a shorter time on updating chapters, but… How do I put this…;;
Kanda: She's gonna take about a month or so for every chapter, that lazy butt.
Allen: lol
Me: *glare* Oh, I've had this good idea in mind for you two… *creepy smile*
Kanda+Allen: *shudder*
Angry mob: NO! NO YAOI!
Me: AHHH! (runs away)
Kanda+Allen: …;;;;
Allen: ummm, okay… Well, I'll say the disclaimer on behalf of anicraze009. (takes out sheet of paper)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Man, or any of its characters. They belong to their specific authors.

Allen: …Wait a moment…
Kanda: …Somebody… Owns me…
Allen: …

LOL I randomly had that idea while going to school. Ain't that random :D

Oh and almost forgot. Some ppl had trouble understanding what happened at the end of the last chapter. The thing is, Renny didn't order Jacob to be killed. They needed Jacob alive for information and all that (yes, Allen lied to him about him not being very important). Renny wanted Lucas dead, because he had accidentally learned about the existence of wizrds/free exorcists. If he were to tell others about them, then there is a possibility that there would be war. So he needed to die.
Sry if that's confusing. I tend to have confusing ideas that I can't explain properly;;

And someone (forget who) suggested that I write a… "Proper" chapter for chapter 1… Yes, a good suggestion. I totally agree that the first chappy was incredibly boring, but… I don't wanna! I'm too lazy! T^T and besides, the first chappy was meant to be a prologue of sorts. It's not a chapter. Just say it's the prologue, and chapter 2 is chapter 1, and this is chapter 2… You know what? Maybe if I'm not too lazy one day, I'll change the chapter names like that.

And btw still not sure whether Timcampy should be a "he" or an "it". For now, I'm sticking with "he".
Another btw; I dunno if I wrote previous chapters in American, but from now on, I'm writing my chaps in American. (Yes, I'm Canadian, but my computer isn't;;) But I will be sticking to the metric system (mm, cm, m, km) (yes I am weird) just cuz it's convenient :D


Allen's POV

Allen sat, silently fuming, as people around him discussed about useless things. Well, not entirely useless, as they were discussing about the Earl and his new ally; and not everyone was into the discussion. Some people shot him pitying looks. But Allen didn't need pity—in fact, he had a funeral to attend. If they would let him, of course.

But obviously they weren't going to let him. Lucas's funeral was going to start in less than half an hour, and they weren't showing any signs of excusing him from this "important" meeting.

So Allen just sat there, quietly smoldering in his seat, and ignored most of the conversation and pitying looks.

"…Must inform… This is… Can't be ignored…"

"…The casualties… A mistake…"

"I think that… On purpose?"

Timcampy fluttered his wings, the expression on his face—erm, cross, looking worried.

Allen smiled sadly, but even Tim couldn't cheer him up today.

"…This means war!"

"WHAT?" Allen jumped up in shock, not even daring to believe his ears. There has to be a mistake… Perhaps he had misheard?

But Leverrier only gave him a snarl. "What have you been listening to all along, General?" By the tone he used when calling him that, Allen could tell easily that Leverrier was still angry at him for becoming a General. "Angry" being an understatement, of course.

"A free exorcist has joined forces with the Earl."

"The man Voldemort, who killed millions of other wizards," Allen countered.

He still wasn't familiar with the term "free exorcist". To be truthful, he simply hated the term. "Free" and "exorcist" didn't mix too well in his mind. He had noticed that with all the other Generals, who preferred to call them "wizards" and "witches". In the case of Zokaro, and sometimes the other Generals when they happened to be in a particularly bad mood, the group would be referred to as "bastards" and "bitches". Pretty clever, since the words rhyme. Kind of.

"Those "wizards" are teaching younger generations to go wild and wreak havoc! This demands an explanation!" Shouted a member of the Vatican.

"Yes; an explanation, not a war—"

"Why not?" interrupted Leverrier, "We could simply destroy them and save ourselves a headache."

A small shudder escaped from those present in the room at these words.

"But they are possible allies also," Klaude spoke up, "This Voldemort seems to be an outsider of sorts—the Ministry of Magic would be more than willing to help us defeat him."

"Klaude Nine; have you forgotten the war that our ancestors have suffered through because of these "wizards"?"

"No, I have not. Neither have I forgotten the treaty our ancestors have set to avoid another one."

This quieted Leverrier for a while. When he finally spoke, it was in a deadly whisper. "You are saying that you are against the extermination of those who called war against us decades past, and have now allied with the Earl?"

"I am saying that I am against the "extermination" of a people who we have signed a treaty with, and would be more than willing to help fight against an ally of the Earl, and possibly the Earl himself."

"You do realize that you are talking about the people who have murdered hundreds of people of the Order simply because they didn't wish to cooperate with us?"

"Why can't we forget past differences from over a century ago and fight together against the enemy that we share?" shouted Allen, pounding his fists in frustration on the table. "Aren't you Vaticans willing to do anything to win this war? Then why are you increasing our enemies when we…"

Allen slowly came to a stop, looking warily from one Central representative to the other. He knew with disheartening certainty that he had said the wrong thing. The look on Leverrier's face looked especially dangerous. Very much like the way a tiger eyes a healthy, young buck with its antlers stuck in a tree branch. A lovely meal perfectly prepared, just waiting for him to dig in.

Leverrier began to speak, but the look remained on his face. "Perhaps, then, we could request a meeting with the free exorcists, and hear what they have to say about this… Allegiance."

Allen blinked in surprise, "Uh… Yeah, sure that's great."

Leverrier chuckled in amusement, making Allen's previous anger flare up again, "Yes; 'great', isn't it?"

Allen marched out of the room, his head dizzy with anger. He barley even noticed Tiedoll join him until he spoke, "Um, Allen-kun, the heads and generals will be holding a private meeting about the meeting."

Allen lashed out with anger, saying, "another meeting? Is that all generals do? Hold stupid meetings and bicker like children?" Then, realizing that his anger was directed to the wrong person, Allen blushed, "Um, sorry, General Tiedoll, I didn't mean to—"

Tiedoll simply chuckled, "No matter, General Allen. Your comment is too true. 'Bickering like children'," He chuckled some more, while Allen waited nervously, unsure whether to raise his question.

"Now, Allen," Tiedoll spoke, his expression serious, "the meeting is for a while yet. I'm sure you have somewhere important to be."

Allen frowned, "Um, I'm not sure I understand, General Tiedoll."

It was Tiedoll's turn to frown, "but the funeral's about to start; I'm sure you don't want to be late."

Allen loitered around, unsure whether to go in or not. He had only thought about attending the funeral that he had never stopped to wonder if it would be okay to even show his face there. After all, as Lucas's murderer, nobody would want to see him there; it would most likely be regarded as an insult.

He stood there for a second, considering the fact, then left the hall. Turning a corner, he bumped into a boy. "Bumping" being an understatement, the boy crashed into him.

"Look where you're going, you—" Allen began to shout, when he got his first good look at the boy. Light brown hair, bright, green eyes, and light, shallow features. He looked exactly like his older brother, Lucas. Or he was his older brother.

Allen choked on his words, a lump having suddenly formed in his throat. That lump grew bigger as he took in the exorcist uniform the boy wore.

"Um, is sir a General?" asked the boy in a small voice that sounded distinctly like Lucas's.

"I—yes, I am."

"Do you know where the funeral room is? I lost my way and—"

Allen pointed down the hall.

"Oh, thank-you sir."

Allen nodded curtly, not trusting himself to speak.

The boy was about to leave when Allen suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"It's Ryan, sir. Ryan Williams."

"I see… You look exactly like your…" Allen cut himself off, not wanting to continue.

"Did you know my brother, sir?"

Allen forced himself to look into those large, green eyes. Memories came rushing back, painful memories, and he looked away again.

"How do you know my brother, sir? Have you met him before? Were you his mentor?"

"I was the one that killed him." With that, he left, walking away in swift strides. The burning gaze of those large, green eyes bored into his head as he continued to walk away.


Lavi's POV

"How was the meeting?"

"Great."

"How was the funeral?"

"Great."

"…How was that other meeting?"

"Great."

"…Great."

Leenalee and Lavi shared concerned looks, then glanced back at the disheartened form of Allen. He had locked himself up in the Ark for a couple of days, and they had finally managed to coax him out. But he had only sat moodily in the corner of the sofa all day, and refused any attempts at conversation. Now the day was almost gone, and they were still at square one.

Lavi had thought that perhaps if Leenalee and Allen were left alone for a while, then Allen would cheer up. Ahem, not that there was anything between the two, of course, but…

"So, Lavi, how was that last mission of yours?" asked Leenalee in an obvious attempt to strike conversation.

"Oh, um, it was great." The glare from Leenalee told him that was not enough.

"Uh, yeah, so… I killed a lot of Akuma and…"

A cringe from Allen told him that the word "kill" should not be used.

"So, uh, I got this awesome Innocence."

"…"

"…"

"Yeah." Lavi glanced awkwardly between the two.

Leenalee sighed. "Allen, why don't you eat some dangos? They're your favorite, right?"

Allen shook his head.

Leenalee looked to Lavi, apparently surprised, but Lavi knew that Allen was still determined to win his bet with Kanda. Lavi sighed; if only Kanda were here. Then he and Allen would fight, and Allen would cheer up. It usually worked. Unfortunately, Kanda was away on a mission.

There was a very uncomfortable silence when Leenalee suddenly said, "Hey, Allen, why don't we play some poker?"

Both boys looked at Leenalee, very surprised.

If Leenalee is going this far, she must really want Allen to cheer up.

A similar thought must have been going through Allen's head, because he stuttered, "Um, L—Leenalee…."

But Leenalee was enthusiastically pulling out a deck of cards from mid-air, saying to Lavi, "Why, Lavi, this is going to be fun, eh?"

Lavi and Allen shared a startled glance.

"Here, Lavi, you hand out the cards," said Leenalee, handing him the deck.

"Um, I think the proper term is—"

"Whatever," Leenalee cut him off. Then, leaning in while Lavi took the deck from him, she whispered, "I don't know how to play poker."

Lavi didn't know what to say to that.

So Lavi dealt the cards, and the game began.

The result should be obvious.

"Royal Flush!" Allen shouted, showing his hand.

At least Leenalee's succeeded in cheering him up. Though I'm not sure if it's a good idea to cheer up his dark side…

"Aw, Allen, you've got to go easy on us!" exclaimed Leenalee, stomping on Lavi's foot with the heel of her boot.

"Yeah, Allen, you're too good at this!" chimed in Lavi, thinking that Allen's had enough of ego stroking for one day.

Just then, Komui barged in and gasped, finding Leenalee gambling. "LEENALEE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GAMBLING WITH BOYS!"

The three exorcists shared the same thought: he always manage to make things so awkward…

"AND YOU!" he shouted, pointing at Allen, "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S TEACHING HER GAMBLING, AREN'T YOU!"

"Uh, nii-san, I'm the one who suggested…"

"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET CLOSER TO HER BY TEACHING HER GAMES, AND…"

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP, I'M NOT TEACHING HER ANYTHING…"

"Um, Allen…"

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY PRECIOUS LEENALEE…"

"Nii-san, please calm down, it's okay…"

"I'M HER FRIEND, OKAY? GET OVER IT…"

"Please, Allen-kun…"

"YOU LIKE HER! I KNOW YOU DO!"

"YEAH! I LIKE HER! WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT? HUH?"

There was a sudden awkward silence; then Leenalee knocked the two arguing people down to the floor.

"Now, nii-san, I'm sure Allen didn't actually mean what he said."

I'm not so sure about that…

"Now you two apologize."

The two mumbled something incomprehensible.

"Okay, then," beamed Leenalee, satisfied for now, "Now, nii-san, did you need anything?"

Komui sighed, his face serious, "well, Allen… It's time for the meeting."


Allen's POV

The members of the Black Order stood at one end of the large meadow. The meadow was about the size of a baseball stadium, and in the middle of a forest. Other than its larger-than-average size, the meadow was the same as any other meadow in any other forest. Other than the fact that the wizards had put "shields" around it so that nobody else could come in. Or something like that (some terms such as "spells" and "Muggles" were used when the process was described, which were totally unfamiliar with most members of the Black Order). These preparations were necessary since the meadow was the designated meeting place for the meeting between the Black Order and the wizards. He sighed; his life seemed to be all about meetings these days.

Just then, the night sounds around the meadow went quiet, and the Black Order members turned their attention to the other end of the field, where small figures began to appear out of thin air. Soon a large group of figures were walking towards them.

"They're late," grumbled Zokaro from beside him. Allen was standing as a group with the other generals, as were the branch heads and Central representatives; and of course the Bookmen were present, standing a little off to the side. The Black Order members walked slowly towards the center of the meadow, meeting the wizards near the center.

The wizards were a curious-looking bunch. They all wore robes, male or female. But other than that, there was no sense of uniformity among them, unlike the similar uniforms of the Black Order. Particularly one old wizard stood out even among the bizarre crowd. He had a long, white beard that almost reached the ground. He wore half-moon glasses, and the eyes from behind them seemed timeless; they could've been a day old, or a millennia old. Allen singled him out as a powerful and influential leader, but without any particular reason.

The two parties silently studied each other from about five meters away from the other party. Finally, Leverrier, the un-spoken spokes-person (pun intended), spoke up.

"Well, long-time no-see, free exorcists."

There was a long pause as the wizards turned their attention to Leverrier, and label him as the leader of the group of Black Order representatives. Finally, a man wearing a lime green bowler hat replied.

"Yes; long-time no-see, indeed."


Allen's POV

The tension was unbearable. Allen could feel the tension in the air; every one of his senses seemed to scream it out, the silence making it even more unbearable. The tension seemed to come out in waves from every person present, hanging in the air like thick clouds of smoke, but did nothing to muffle out the screaming silence, making Allen's ears ring in pain.

Finally, the man in the green hat broke the silence. "You say that You-know-who is back."

Leverrier gave him a long look and replied, "I assume you are talking about the man Voldemort?"

For some reason, all wizards present gave a small wince. No; not all of them. Allen noticed that the strange man with the long beard barely reacted at all.

After a moment, the tension intensified. Then a witch beside the man with the hat whispered to him. After a nod, he spoke, "We would like to see proof that what you say is true."

Leverrier smiled, "Of course."

He gestured to a man beside him, and he walked back to where the Ark still stood. In the tension reverberating around the field, Allen had barely noticed the soft glow from the Ark behind him. The man disappeared into the Ark, then reappeared a minute later, pushing a wheel chair in front of him as he did so. In the wheelchair sat Jacob, the broker that had given them information about the Earl and Voldemort's new allegiance.

The same man had also been present when Allen had murdered Lucas. Allen gritted his teeth.

Grieving could wait until after the meeting; for now I should concentrate in preventing a war from happening. That's why Lucas had to die; to prevent a war.

Go away.

Hey… You OK?

I told you to go away.

Okay; fine, sheesh.

Well?

Oh; come on. It's been so long since we've talked. Life in a guy's head gets boring; you know?

No; I don't know.

Ignoring the 14th, Allen turned his attention back to his surroundings. Jacob's wheelchair was positioned beside Leverrier, and the man with the hat had just asked him a question. Allen cursed Neah for making him miss something so important. Then he listened in to Jacob's answer.

"Well, I—I accidentally overheard the noahs talk about it."

"What was their exact wording?" A wizard asked in a quiet voice. He was the first person other than Leverrier, the man with the hat, or Jacob to speak.

"I—I can't remember exactly."

"Then at least tell us what you can remember," said the man in the green hat.

"Um, the noah with the top hat and white gloves—"

"Tykki, right?" burst out Allen without thought.

Everyone looked in surprise at Allen. After the moment of surprise passed, the tension in the air intensified, making it almost painful.

"You seem quite… Close with the noahs," commented the man with the green hat.

"Mentioning a noah by his first name… Bad move, Allen," whispered Tiedoll from beside him.

"But I didn't do anything bad, right?" Allen fretted, terribly worried.

"He just said it was bad, idiot," whispered Zokaro through gritted teeth.

"But, it's nothing really bad, right? Like; I didn't cause a war or anything?" Allen whispered, very worried now.

"None that I can see," Tiedoll reassured him, smiling now.

"Will you all be quiet!" Klaude hissed, although the conversation had caused minimal noise.

The generals all turned their attention back to the interrogation happening at the center of the meadow. Allen's comment seemed to have paused without too much impact, and Jacob was back to retelling the conversation he'd overheard.

"So, uh, Tykki, said: "The Earl agreed to help out the wizard." Then the girl, she's a noah too—"

All three generals shot Allen a look, although he would've kept quiet this time without one.

"—said: "But I thought "Voldy" was powerless right now."

The wizards exchanged glances at this. Allen guessed that "Voldy" was Voldemort.

"Then Tykki said: "He may be powerless right now, but if he can get his hands on the boy, he'll regain his power. That's where we come in."

There was a long silence as the two parties registered this information. Then a thought occurred to Allen.

"Why didn't we ask him this before?"

Tiedoll shrugged, "Too busy bickering like children."


Allen's POV

"I—I don't know anything else. After that, the noahs disappeared through a red door."

The man with the green hat narrowed his eyes, "Do you think we're going to believe that?"

"What he says is true," said Allen, "I'm afraid that I'm quite familiar with the red door."

The man with the hat turned his attention to Allen, as did everyone else. "You seem to know the noahs very well.

Allen barely had time to wince, since Zokaro growled, "That's because we actually fight them, instead of lying around doing nothing."

Then suddenly chaos broke out as everyone present shouted towards the other party. It wasn't long until weapons began to appear. There was a moment when Allen felt fear leap into his throat.

Then everything seemed to slow down. The wizards were all holding slender sticks in their hands; Allen guessed they were their wands. The generals from the Black Order activated their Innocence, all except for Allen himself. Although he knew that Klaude and Tiedoll were trying to stop a fight, this would probably flare it up even more. Other members of the Black Order took out other various weapons; mostly guns (reminder that this is the 20th century). The Bookmen alone were not running towards the center of the field for the oncoming clash. Although Lavi's Innocence was activated, and he and Bookmen seemed to be arguing about something. Allen didn't think too much about it.

Allen ran towards the center of the field, where the two parties were heading towards. For a brief second he registered that the old wizard with the long, white beard was doing the same thing. He stopped in the very center of the field, facing the Black Order, his arms open wide, expecting the worst.

Well, Lucas, know that I tried my best until the end. I hope I don't see you after I die, since you went to a good place.

Then there was blinding pain.


Allen's POV

He couldn't think of how else to describe it. There was a sudden, spasm of pain that went throughout every spore of his body. Except that the pain continued throughout. There was no fainting; no refuge from the pain. It felt as though he was being drowned in lava.

Then he could no longer sense his body. It was just a continuous ache of pain. In the very back of his consciousness that wasn't taken over by the pain, Allen could sense another being entering his mind. Or spirit, or self; anyway you wanted to describe it.

This created a new sear of pain, as Allen could feel the other entities in his mind (he would guess the 14th and perhaps himself?) fighting against it. The three battled inside his head, creating shocks of pain, when it became clear that the third was much more powerful than the others.

Then there was a sudden peace as the three beings became quiet, and settled back inside his mind. Then the previous blaze of pain resumed, even more painful than the first.

Two of the beings were connecting with each other. That's when Allen realized that the second was not himself, but his Innocence. There was a sudden fear as he feared that perhaps his Innocence may disappear, and the connection stopped. It didn't disappear, but the connection remained small, the two entities being connected by only a small web of thin cords.

Then there was peace, relief from the pain. And the peace remained.


Lavi's POV

Lavi looked towards the center of the field, where the wizards and Black Order members were running towards, weapons out.

He had wanted to fight for the Black Order, of course, but Panda had stopped him. Just another war between these humans that never learn, he had told him. As if he weren't human himself.

Then Lavi noticed that Allen didn't have his Innocence activated, and was running ahead towards the very center of the field.

"Does that idiot want to die?" He yelled, catching old gramp's attention.

Then Allen stopped at the very center, his arms open wide.

Must be his attempt to stop a war from happening. Like that'll ever happen. The idiot's just gonna get himself killed—

Then he did it. The idiot stopped the war.

There was a flash of bright, white light. When the light vanished a second after, everyone looked towards the center of the field, where Allen stood—er, floated.

Allen floated three meters off the ground, with his arms open just as he was before he… Floated. There was a mini-tornado going around him, and there were white tendrils that had erupted from the ground to surround him like the tornado. Then the tendrils had completely engulfed him and Allen was out of his sight.

Everyone was frozen as this spectacle happened before them. The previous fury was completely forgotten.

"He's been chosen," mused Bookman.

"He's been what?" Asked Lavi, thoroughly unhinged by what was happening to his best friend.

Bookman started, as if he had unknowingly spoken aloud, then repeated, "He's been chosen. By the Copy Innocence. First time it's happened to anyone in 117 years. First time it's ever happened to an exorcist, in fact. And this isn't just any random choosing, either. It's the choosing of the original user, if my guess is correct."

"Wow, gramps. It's great you know all this stuff and all, but how come you never told me? Because I'm not sure I really follow when you say "the choosing of the original user". I mean, how can he be the original when he's being chosen right now…"

""Original", as in the wizard that can grant others the power of the Copy Innocence. That's where the name comes from. The power of the Innocence is copied to others from the original… Didn't I tell you this before?"

Lavi wisely chose not to respond.

Bookman was about to give him a good punch in the head when there was an explosion.

The tornado at the center of the field exploded, forcing everyone to take a step back. The strong wind continued to blow from the swirling pillar of white. Ribbons of bright, white light pulsed from gaps in the pillar, blinding anyone that the light touched. This continued for a few seconds; then there was a sudden explosion of wind and blinding light.

The explosion stopped as suddenly as it had begun.

Lavi picked himself up from the ground, registering some pain from his back and right elbow. He hadn't even realized that he had been blown off his feet. As he looked around him, everyone else were on the ground several meters from where they had originally been standing.

"Are you even going to ask whether I'm okay or not?" asked Bookman in frustration.

"Oh; are you okay, Panda?"

Panda punched Lavi in the head, hard.

"Ow!" cried Lavi.

"Where's your respect to your elderly?"

"Uh—hey, look!" cried out Lavi, partly to divert the angry Panda's attention, but mostly because he saw Allen.

Bookman looked to where Lavi was pointing, and saw Allen lying on the ground. A few seconds later, Allen groggily sat up, and rubbed his temples with his hands. All three of them noticed at the same time that in his left hand, Allen was holding a white wand.


Allen's POV

Allen stared in wonder at the small, white twig. Snow-white, with three bands intertwined with one another like a unicorn's horn. The wand seemed to emanate a soft glow; it might've been that it was so purely white, or the light was hitting it at a certain angle. But Allen sensed that the wand was creating the glow itself. The wand was about seven inches, and about as thick as a pencil.

But what worried Allen was that all wands are made of wood. But the white wand in his hand didn't feel like wood at all. In fact, Allen couldn't begin to guess what it was. Hard as stone, light as a feather, with texture similar to ivory, the material lying in front of him seemed so outer-worldly that Allen didn't know what to do.

So Allen chose not to look at the wand, and instead looked around him to see that everyone else were standing around him in a loose circle. There was a long silence as people took stock of the situation. Then Lavi stepped forward and held out his hand, a slight grin on his face. Allen took it, grinning back, and stood up. Immediately, he felt woozy, and nearly passed out. So instead, Lavi held nearly all of his weight, and Allen had to lean onto him for support.

Allen's weak appearance seemed to have helped the man in the green hat find his voice, "This—this cannot be! Magic is only granted at birth!"

"Well, now it's happened to an exorcist 16 years after birth," replied Tiedoll with a hint of humor in his voice.

This created another argument among the two groups. The noise made Allen's head swim, and he involuntarily moaned in pain.

Then an elderly man whose voice Allen did not recognize yelled, "Silence!"

The man with the long beard walked into Allen field of vision, and he spoke again, "This even did not simply happen by chance. The Copy Innocence has never chosen a human after birth in 117 years, and now it has chosen an exorcist as the original user when we were about to break into war. Do you not think that God is trying to send us a message? He wants the two sides to work together. The time has come for us to work against our common enemy!"

The speech was short but carried a lot of passion; Allen half expected everyone to break into cheers. But the prospect of working together was not a very happy thought to either side. All that was heard was discontented murmuring.

The man with the green hat spoke out from somewhere beyond Allen's vision, "Now, come, Dumbledore. Can you really trust these people? This may all be their plot, you know—"

This created a new wave of anger, rippling throughout the small crowd quickly.

"SILENCE!" shouted Dumbledore, instantly silencing the crowd. "Cornelius, are you suggesting that the young man here," said Dumbledore, gesturing towards Allen, "being chosen was just a trick and illusion created by the Black Order? Even with the wand to prove it?"

"Well, it doesn't really look like a wand, does it?" asked a wizard from Allen's left.

This created another ripple of murmuring that passed throughout the crowd.

Why don't you try it out?

Wha—what?

Try out the wand, Allen.

Who are you?

Who am I? Well, you already know that Allen…

I…

Come on, Allen. You know what to do…

And he did. It was like instinct, almost, the feeling of lifting his wand and waving it in the air. It was so natural, as if he had done so a million times before.

A shower of silver sparks flew from his wand, and created a holographic image in the air. The image was of a silver cross, with a phoenix flying behind it. Everyone present stared at the image for a second, amazed by the minute detail of the image; every feather of the phoenix was visible, and the bird seemed to smolder in flames and breathe smoke.

Then Allen spoke, and the words seemed to have been prepared for him a million years ago.

"This is the symbol of our allegiance. From now on, the Cross protects the phoenix, and the phoenix protects the Cross. We fight under one name: the Order of the Silver Flire." Allen gave a small smile. "Let's burn Voldy and the Earl to the ground, shall we?"

There was a moment of silence at his words, but then the crowd slowly broke into cheers. Allen took a moment to be satisfied, and then passed out. His last thoughts were:

Well, Lucas, I managed to stop the war after all…

And thanks to whom, may I ask?

But Allen had already left consciousness by then to respond.


Allen's POV

Allen woke from dreamless sleep with a start, suddenly remembering the night before. Then his head ached with pain as if to prove that the events were not just a dream. Allen looked around, and realized that he was in the infirmary of Headquarters. As if on cue, the head nurse appeared from behind his curtains.

"Oh, you're awake. That's good, we should get some food in you I—"

Then Leenalee, Lavi, Kanda, Miranda, Krory, Chaoji, Komui, Mari, Tiedoll, and others that Allen couldn't see but only heard because of the crowded space bustled in, or at least tried to, anyways. There was a babble of conversation as they tried to say what they wanted to say but couldn't make themselves heard.

Then the head nurse felt that she had had enough, "ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! THIS PATIENT NEEDS REST!"

"But he's had rest for two weeks straight!" protested Lavi.

"Wha-what? Two weeks?" Allen cried out in alarm. He had never been passed out for so long before.

"Yeah, two weeks; two weeks exactly," confirmed Chaoji.

"I SAID GET OUT!" exploded the head nurse.

Everyone shuffled out of the room dejectedly, with murmurs of discontent.

Allen had to smile.

It's good to be home.

Is it, now?

Now all I have to do is find out what the heck you are.

Now that's not a very nice thing to say, is it?

I'm sorry; just speaking my thoughts… More like thinking my thoughts. Things get really confusing when you think philosophy…

I must say; I agree.

Now; let's get through introduction. Hi. My name is Allen Walker. What's yours?

Hi. I don't have a name.

*sigh* What would you like me to call you then?

Oh. I don't really care.

Well, I DO!

Oh. Um, you can call me Iris, I guess.

Er, rainbow goddess?

You want something better?

Oh, no, nothing.

Besides, I think that Iris is a fitting name, I mean—oh, why can't he just go away…

Hm? Who?

That filthy noah, of course!

Oh~ you mean Neah?

Oh. Would you like to see him?

Well, I dunno. I've never had the choice of choosing to see him before.

Well, now you do.

You can control him like that?

Did you expect the most powerful Innocence in history to be any less?

Hey, wait a minute… You're the Wizards' Innocence?

Wow. You're slow, aren't you?

Yes, I've been told that before.


Allen's POV

Allen sat in Komui's messy-as-usual office, in the company of Leenalee, Kanda, Lavi, and of course, Komui. The four exorcists sat in anticipating silence as Komui leisurely sipped his coffee. Finally, Kanda broke the silence, having been pushed over the edge.

"Well, why'd you call us here?"

"For a mission, of course," Komui stated the obvious.

"WHAT'S THE MISSION?" the exorcists chorused.

"Well, Allen probably has an idea of what this is about," said Komui, an inch farther away from the fuming exorcists.

"Uh, no, I don't," Allen said awkwardly under the gaze of his friends.

"Well, spit it out, Komui. Allen doesn't know, so you've gotta tell us," said Lavi impatiently.

"Well," started Komui with that glint in his glasses that made all the exorcists groan involuntarily, "it's a special mission. Very special."

"This isn't getting us anywhere, Komui," said Lavi, getting more impatient by the second.

"Now," continued Komui as if there had been no interruption, "this very important mission is going to be for the entire school year. That's from a week from now 'til near the end of June," Komui added, seeing the confused looks on the exorcists' faces. He let them digest this information, then was subjected to the babble of protest and questions by the teens.

"But, why for so long?"

"Can't we just kick butt, and get out of there?"

"What's the mission even about, anyways, if it's going to take such a long time?"

"Why specifically for the school year? What's so specially about the school year?"

"Do we get holidays like a real school?"

"Yeah; I hear they get weekends off or something."

"No; but there's holidays; like Christmas holiday."

"Are we going to a real school? That'll be cool."

"What's so cool about a school?"

"I've always wanted to go to school."

"But why do we have to go to school? Why waste exorcists when there are hardly any?"

"Yes; that's true."

"Maybe it's like a holiday for us. A thank-you for our hard work and efforts."

"No; I don't think so."

"That's highly unlikely."

"To think that they'd be so thoughtful…"

"A-hem!"

The exorcists turned their attention back to Komui, who said, "To answer all of your questions, this isn't just any other school you're going to; it's Hogwarts—"

"Hogwarts, a school for witchcraft and wizardry," finished Lavi.

Kanda and Leenalee looked confused, while Lavi seemed to understand and Allen thought that he could see where this was going.

"Um, Komui, is there an Innocence there at the school or something?" asked Leenalee in confusion.

"No, Leenalee. Well, yes; but that's not why you're going to the school," answered Komui, creating more confusion than before he answered.

Lavi sighed, "Well, Leenalee, there is this Innocence called the Copy Innocence—"

"That's too much to explain now, Lavi," Komui broke in, "but to summarize, the Black Order and the wizards have formed an allegiance thanks to General Allen here," he said, gesturing to a blushing Allen, "Now, the Millennium Earl and the rebel wizard Voldemort have formed an allegiance, which was the main reason why we have formed an allegiance also. Apparently Voldemort is after a boy named Harry Potter. He needs the boy for some reason in order to regain his power. Oh, and he's powerless right now, by the way, because he tried to kill young Harry thirteen years ago. Anyways, that's not important,"

"I bet it was important to Harry," muttered Allen.

"What's important is that you four," continued Komui, gesturing towards the exorcists, "Are going to go to Hogwarts in order to protect Harry, and if possible, the rest of the school, and basically thwart Voldemort's plan to restore his power. Killing Voldemort and anyone part of the allegiance is welcome. Any questions?"

Lavi raised his hand immediately, "You forgot to mention the Triwizard—"

"Oh, yes, almost forgot. There is a tournament that will be taking place in the school…"

Allen glanced at Lavi, "How do you know all this? Let me guess: when I was passed out?"

"Yup."

"…There are supposed to be only three wizarding schools participating, but we'll come anyways. Each school is supposed to bring 12 students, but we only have 4 teenage exorcists, so… Well, it's too bad."

"Uh… "we"?" asked Kanda.

"Yup. I'll be coming as your headmaster."

"No. Freaking. Way," said Kanda with a disgusted look on his face.

"Oh, yes freaking way," corrected Komui with a smile that tempted the exorcists to punch his nose inside-out.

"Well, would you all like to know anything else?" he asked when the exorcists weren't holding on to their weapons anymore.

"Um," Allen raised his hand, "what's our school's name?"

Komui smiled, "Komui's Awesome Academic for Violent Teens, what do you think—"

Leenalee punched her brother hard in the face, causing him a bloody nose and broken glasses.

"How about Komui's Awesome School for Students that are Hard-working, Outstanding, Lovable, and Extremely-talented," suggested Lavi.

"Komui's ASS HOLE," translated Allen, "Good idea."

"Oh, come one, guys. Be serious," sighed Leenalee, although a smile was evident on her face.

"The Exorcists' Academy," suggested Kanda.

"I think the Black Cross Academy would be better," said Leenalee.

"Silver Cross Academy would be more practical, since the Order's cross isn't actually black," countered Lavi.

"How about Argentum Incendia?" asked Allen. (1)

Everyone looked at him in incomprehension.

"Well, the other wizard school's names won't be something like: blank, Academy, right?" explained Allen, "I mean, one example is 'Hogwarts'—"

"That's true," agreed Lavi, "The other schools are Beauxbatons and Durmstrang."

"But; why 'Argentum Incendia'?" asked Leenalee.

"It's Silver Fire in Latin," translated Lavi with a smile.

"Um; that's a cool name and all, but…" Leenalee trailed off when Allen, Lavi, and Komui shared curious looks.

"We'll explain it all later," Allen assured her.

"Oh, you better," pouted Leenalee.

"Well, so what's our excuse?" asked Lavi, wanting to get a move on.

"Our school is a fairly new school, but it has been amazingly successful and produced great results. But our education system is very different compared to other schools. One difference is that we let students go up a grade or hold them back a grade depending on their talents. Oh, and by the way you four are all in fourth grade." Komui added as an after-thought.

Allen had to chuckle, "So Kanda and Lavi were held back two grades."

"Actually, fourth-graders in Hogwarts are 14."

The exorcists gave Komui horrified looks.

"Well, anyways," continued Komui, ignoring their looks, "I think I've covered everything now. Just one thing left."

"Um… What is it?" Allen asked, not liking that suspicious glint of his glasses.

"It's time you gave out the gifts, original. If you feel up to it, of course."


Komui's POV

It was painful to watch.

As Allen pointed his wand to each exorcist, they would scream out in pain and collapse where they stood. Strange tendrils of substance would escape from their skin, and form a wand when the gifts were given. Thankfully, they didn't pass out for two weeks like Allen, but were able to stand right after, although on shaky legs and in cold sweat. The event seemed to have exhausted Allen also, and his legs were as shaky as his comrades'.

"Well, it's all over now. You guys can all go to bed," said Komui as cheerfully as he could.

Lavi raised his eyebrows, although it was a bit weaker than usual. "What about you, Komui?"

Komui blinked, "Me?"

"Well, you're coming too, right? As the headmaster. It'll attract a lot of attention if the headmaster of a "very successful" school can't use magic," stated Allen.

Komui looked warily from one exorcist to the other.

I've bred a den of tigers, all right.

And then he felt pain as he had never before.


Allen's POV

They all sat in silence, each deep in their own thoughts. They had moved Komui to the couch, since he had shown no signs of waking up anytime soon. After half an hour, Allen and Lavi had decided to use the opportunity to explain what Kanda and Leenalee had to know. Allen also learned about what he had missed in the meeting.

After the long explanation, Leenalee and Kanda took a moment to digest the information.

"So, who else knows all this?" asked Kanda.

"In the Black Order: us, the generals, the branch heads, and maybe half of Central. On the wizards' side: top Ministry of Magic officials, the headmasters of certain schools, and the teachers of Hogwarts.

"What?" shouted Allen, "But… They're just teachers. Like exorcists of the Order."

"Well, Kanda and Leenalee know, too, right? Although they're just exorcists," explained Lavi.

Leenalee and Kanda seemed to understand, but Allen didn't. "But they need to know if they're going to protect Harry."

"Exactly. Since they know, the wizards wanted it even."

"But… I'm guessing there aren't exactly two teachers at Hogwarts."

"No; the Black Order wasn't very happy about it, but we got it even by having the wizards help us with collecting more Innocence."

"Well, that's good… Right?" asked Allen, worried by the frown on Lavi's face.

"Oh, I dunno, Allen. This all barely passed without a war breaking out. I don't think that this is going to last very long. And a war with the wizards will be devastating for the Order, with so little exorcists. The wizards have numbers on their side. Vast numbers. I mean millions."

Allen had to lean back in surprise. He had never thought that there would be so many wizards in the world.

Just then, Komui let out a moan from the couch. The exorcists crowded closer to where he lay, and shared worried glances.

"Do you think he'll be alright?" fretted Leenalee.

"Oh, he'll be fine," assured Allen.

"Maybe we should take him to the head nurse," worried Leenalee.


Komui's POV

"Maybe we should take him to the head nurse."

"Oh, shoot. She'll kill us."

"She can't exactly blame us for this."

"Oh, trust me. She'll find a way."

"Hey, I think he's awake now."

Komui slowly opened his eyes to find three worried faces staring at him. Of course, he couldn't have been expecting Kanda to be there.

Komui quickly sat up, which brought over a wave of nausea, and he had to lie down again. He realized that he was lying on the couch, and was touched by their thoughtfulness.

"Are you alright?" Leenalee asked right away.

"Oh, I'll be fine. How long have I been out?" he asked.

"An hour and a half," answered Allen.

This surprised him. When he had seen the other three stand up right after, he had thought that he wouldn't at least pass away. This made Komui realize what a rough life the exorcists lead, to the point where they were used to such pain. He let out a big sigh.

A worried look crossed Leenalee's face, "Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"I'm sure, Leenalee. You shouldn't worry about me," he smiled reassuringly, although the affect was ruined when he winced from a dull ache in his head.

"Maybe we should call the head nurse after all," Lavi said with a frown.

"Yes; why don't you do that. And you can all leave now; get some rest. Tomorrow, you'll be starting magic lessons."


And hurray to sucky chapter! Whoot! I'm sure there are like a million spelling+grammer mistakes in there. If you'd like to point them out for the sake of it, you're more than welcome. But know that I'm too lazy to go back and fix them. Maybe in a million years or so (AKA whenever I'm so bored with nothing better to do) I'll go back and fix them :P

(1) I'm sorry, but I suck at coming up with names, and this is the best I can do. I swear; I sat there for like half an hour coming up with this. Apparently, in Latin, the noun usually comes before the adjective (yes I researched all this) but sometimes, the author would place the adjective before the noun to put more emphasis and call more attention to the adjective. Latin is an "inflected language", whatever that means, and so the word order isn't very important. It's great when there's no right and wrong :D I thought that "Argentum Incendia" had more of a ring to it than "Incendia Argentum", so… yeah.

Btw there's no parings, so know that the whole "Allen likes Leenalee" thing was just a joke :P Well; maybe not. Ok; so Allen does like Leenalee, and Leenalee does like Allen, cuz that's the way it is in the anime+manga. It's super obvious, and no one can disagree with that. (Even me, although I'm a fan of Yullen). But there will be no romance or anything un this fic. Just the occasional joke from Lavi; everyone likes jokes, right? (even if mine are horrible T^T)

And don't worry! The 14th didn't dissapear forever or anything! :D I'm personally a fan of Neah, so ;)
In case you didn't catch on:

This is the font for Iris

(I told you all that I suck at coming up with names T^T) But since Iris is the goddes of rainbows, and represents bridges between two worlds (she connects the sea and clouds) and messengers (the messenger of the gods), I thought that it was an oppropriate name.
I think that's all I have to say 4 now. Cya'll 'till next month or so! (gets pelted with rocks by audience)

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