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Chapter 2

Allen was lost. He has been lost for the two hours. He hadn't even had breakfast yet and it was already time for the first lesson. "Damn it!" He yelled out in frustration.

"Is there something wrong, Walker?" It was Professor McGonagall. His face lit up when he saw her.

"Professor! I am so happy to see you!" He said while giving her a hug. "I thought I was going to die!"

"Walker! Stop hugging me and please tell me the situation, you are meant to be in class." He immediately stopped hugging the Professor.

"Oh, about that… I'm lost…" He gave her an innocent smile; his true innocent smile, not the one that he gave Umbridge.

"Perhaps a map would be in order?"

"Um, I get lost even with a map…"

"Well then, follow me please. I suggest you find a friend so that you won't get lost in the future." McGonagall started walking to Allen's next class.

"Certainly, Professor."

After a while of walking, they arrived. "Here you go. Goodbye, Walker."

Allen received quite a shock as he walked into History of Magic. The teacher was a ghost. He had noticed that there were ghosts in the hall, but he thought his mind was playing tricks on him because he was hungry. But now a ghost was busy giving a lecture not even noticing Allen had walked in late. All of the students seemed to be sleeping, except for Hermione whom was sitting next to her two sleeping friends. He took a seat next to the messy haired boy since there weren't any others left. The teacher still didn't notice Allen, Hermione was the only one who did. "Allen, you're late." She whispered.

"Um, I got lost."

"I don't blame you, but you get the hang of it eventually."

"I don't think I will ever get the hang of it. I was once lost for a whole three weeks before my Master actually noticed I was missing."

"That's terrible! By the way, we're studying Giant Wars at the moment and you might want to take some notes for this."

"All right." Allen got out a parchment, some ink and a quill. Allen listened to the teacher's droning for about ten minutes, attempting to take notes. He couldn't concentrate and started feeling his mind wander. How is it possible for a ghost to exist? If you think about it, a ghost is sort of like an akuma. Except, it's only the soul. No body. No pain. Nothing.


"So, Walker. Can you name all the ingredients used to make a Draught of Peace." Snape confronted the new student who seemed really nervous , Harry was enjoying it.

"Um, it's… Uh… Peace? And a… lack of water…?" Said the white haired boy.

"… That is the most incorrect answer that I have ever received in my entire life."

"Well it's not my fault that I don't know. Why the hell would I even need to make a potion one day?"

"Detention."

"It's not like I want to be here anyways. I could be doing more important things right now."

"I don't exactly want to be here either, but we don't get to be picky, now do we?"

"I don't like you."

"I don't like you either." For the next three minutes, or so, Walker and Snape continued glaring at each other. As Harry looked around, he noticed that he wasn't the only one enjoying this. "Now get to work. Open your textbooks on page 194."

After potions, Harry and Ron headed to the library. "Are we seriously doing this? This is more something that Hermione would do." Ron complained.

"Well, for some reason I don't think that she's going to be helping us on this one. All of the girls seem to like him, including Hermione."

"Don't blame them. He's nice and he looks good."

"What?"

"You heard me! But despite his niceness he's clearly evil on the inside."

"I meant when you were talking about his looks."

"Well you have to admit, he makes white hair and a big scar on his face work somehow."

"I guess. We're here. Now what?"

"We research. I think."

"Where though?"

"Why are you asking me? I know even less than you! Besides, it was your idea."

"Okay the. Since we are looking for his family tree, we should start by looking for a book that has a list of all the pureblood families of England. I think that would be a good place to start." Harry started wandering aimlessly around as Ron followed. "Where is the section I need? Should I go ask Madam Pince?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Why are you asking if I'm crazy? As long as we treat the books with respect, she'll be fine with us." Harry went to find Madam Pince; Ron was too scared so he just stayed put. When Harry found her, he left almost immediately and went back to Ron. "I'm going to stick with your advice because she is in a really foul mood right now."

"What do you mean?"

"She was busy scolding Malfoy."

"Why?"

"Something about ripping a book and entering in the restricted section without a pass."

"Why would that pussy want to go into the restricted section?"

"Who knows?"

"Around when was it?"

"About a week ago, Potter." A very familiar voice said behind Harry. "Not that it has anything to do with you; you should really stop poking your nose around in other people's business." Malfoy went as quickly as he came.

"A week ago…" Harry thought out loud. "Isn't that when Hermione was acting all strange?"

"It's also around the time that Walker guy showed up."

"Do you reckon those things have anything to do with each other?"

The library's doors suddenly burst open and Neville came running towards Harry and Ron. "Ron, Harry! Come quick, something strange is happening in front of the Great Hall!" Neville told the two boys.

"Silence!" Madam Pince yelled.

Harry and Ron followed Neville out of the library and towards the Great Hall. What the saw was frightening. There was a small speck of what seemed to be nothingness, in the middle of the room. Around it strange heat waves bended and twisted the space around the speck. Sort of like the road on a very hot day or when you look over the flame of a candle. Students were already starting to gather around the strange speck; some scared of what it might be and others curious, wanting to investigate it more closely. "What the bloody hell is that?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head, "I don't know."

"What is all this commotion about!" A very annoying and high pitched voice yelled out. "What's this?" It was Umbridge. "I demand to know what this is! Answer!"

"We don't know, Professor Umbridge, we're just as shocked as you about this." Harry told the nervous looking Professor.

"… I will inform the Ministry about this. But for now, everyone go to your class immediately!" All the students were more than happy to go to their classes. Even if they were curious about it; there was an odd feeling about it that they didn't like. Harry and Ron went over to Divination, wondering if that thing might have anything to do with Allen Walker.


How on Earth did I manage to get lost AGAIN? Allen thought. I should've kept following Hermione or her friends. Even Malfoy would've worked. But I just had to look away for a minute. I'm feeling slightly depressed now. Wait, I hear voices I'm saved! He saw Hermione's friends walk pass him. He decided to follow, and while he followed them, he might as well listen in to their conversation. They're talking about some kind of thing. What thing? Why do I not know of this thing? Someone didn't inform me of this thing. Maybe it was because I was lost.

"Can we help you?" The messy haired boy asked Allen.

"Well, I'm lost. So I somehow ended up following you to my next class. So you don't have to help me. I'm all good. Just keep doing what you were doing before."

"Well, we're almost at class now anyway."

"Good! By the way, didn't quite catch your names yet."

"I'm Harry Potter and this is my friend, Ron Weasley."

"I'm Allen Walker!" He held out his hand. Harry took it and shook. Ron just stood there, wondering why on earth Allen was extending his hand. "Um, you shake it."

"Why?" Ron wondered.

"It's a muggle thing." Harry told him. "Come to think of it, if it's a muggle thing, then how do you know about it?" Harry asked Allen.

"I'm a half-blood." They arrived at class. "Thank you for letting me follow you." Allen did a small bow before going into class.

The teacher was a woman wearing very large spectacles and very bushy hair. "I see! The new student! Come here, come here!" She walked over to Allen.

"What?"

"Let me see. I see that you will do very well in this class. You are destined for great, great things."

"Yes, and pardon me for being rude but, are you sane?"

"Since about a week ago, I have been having very strange visions; involving you and strange balloon-like machines. I see also a strange claw with a green crystal. And a destroyer! A destroyer of time!" The teacher kept rambling on.

"Yep. You're insane." On the outside, Allen had a poker-face, but on the inside he knew that she might be able to help him get back to his own time and that he better keep himself on her good side. "But insane people are often the best people. Do I just sit anywhere?"

"Hmm? What was that my boy?" She seemed almost completely oblivious of what happened before.

"Where do I sit?"

"Just, anywhere."

Even though she might be able to help me, Allen thought, she's still insane, even if what she said before was accurate. But I can definitely trust her… At least, to some extent…

Allen went to sit next to a girl that had a seat open next to her. She stared at him as he did. "Sorry, is someone else sitting here?" She was a Gryffindor student and had long, blonde twin tails. She shook her head, while she did Allen thought he saw her blushing, but he quickly shook of the thought.

"Did you see that thing in front of the Great Hall?" The girl asked him.

"No, but I've heard people talking about it. What exactly is it?"

"Hard to explain, it's probably best to go see it for yourself."

"Okay."

I wonder what it is. If I remember correctly, I arrived in front of the Great Hall. It might have something to do with that…


Dumbledore stood in front of the Great Hall, studying the strange speck, careful not to get too close. There were some sort of heat waves surrounding it, but instead of it being hot, it was ice cold. He investigated the 'heat-waves' more closely. As he looked at the distortions, he noticed something. The waves were not distorting the space around the speck, it did something else. He was about to investigate it more closely, but then it suddenly disappeared as if it was never there in the first place.


"Sarah! Sarah!" Harry yelled out after divination. The girl with the twin tails turned around.

"Yes Harry?" She asked him.

"You sat next to Walker in divination, right?"

Her cheeks turned a rosy pink. "Yes…"

"Why are you blushing?"

Her cheeks were burning red now. "No reason…"

"Told you that he somehow makes white hair and a huge scar through his eye look good. All the girls love him." Ron suddenly cut in.

"Yes, but you're a Gryffindor student and he's a Slytherin."

Sarah blushed once again. "I have to admit, he seems like he may have a rotten personality, but that doesn't change the fact that he's cute!"

"Don't you find it strange that he transferred two weeks into school in the fifth year. What makes him even more suspicious is that he's in Slytherin. Also, a week after he arrived, that strange thing in front of the hall appeared." Harry told Sarah.

"Now that you mention it… Wait, he arrived one week ago?" Harry nodded. "Both Malfoy and Hermione were acting strange that day."

"Malfoy?" Ron and Harry said at the same time.

"Um, yes. I… saw them kissing… before History of Magic a week ago…"

"… WHAT THE FUCK?" The said at the same time once again.

"Yes… Malfoy seemed to be flirting with her and gave her really, really terrible compliments. Then he just eventually kissed her and whispered something in her ear. That same night I also saw her sneak out of the dormitories, I followed her for a while; she went to the area that thing is and waited for a while. Eventually Malfoy arrived, she asked him if it was a prank and then he said no. Eventually he just kissed her again. By then I really couldn't watch anymore because I was really tired and confused, so I just went back to the dormitories. That's everything I know… I'm sorry for keeping this a secret from you guys… I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn't…"

"…"

"You guys seem speechless. I'm going to start heading to Defence Against the Dark Arts. See 'ya" She hurriedly started walking in the direction of Defence.

"Should we talk to Hermione about this?" Ron suggested.

"No. We look for more clues on Walker."

"How can we do that if we haven't even started looking for clues?"

"No, we already have two. Also we should start heading to class." The two boys started walking to Defence.

"What do you mean we already have two clues?"

"The night Walker arrived is the night Hermione was asked to apparently get him with Dumbledore. But according to Sarah, she actually snuck out to see Malfoy. And remember in the library earlier today?"

"Malfoy ripped a page out of a restricted section book."

"Exactly! I am really certain that they have something to do with each other."

"But it doesn't make sense… Hermione won't just go and meet Malfoy in the middle of the night, let alone kiss him. He would want to kiss her even less. Sarah's lying. I'm sure of it."

"Those aren't the eyes of someone who's lying. Something's up, and we have to find out what!"


Thank you for the reviews, follows and favourites! I really appreciate it. I haven't gotten my friend to edit this one yet, but I will soon, same with the previous chapter. I finally convinced her to edit! I'm not sure when she'll have it ready though, but when she does I'll update this and the previous chapter. If anything seems slightly off don't hesitate to tell me, I will fix it as soon as possible. Also, Sarah is just a minor OC. She may or may not appear again.

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