During the past 10 years, Allen and Neah watched over Harry Potter. They prevented any of the Dark Lord's devoted followers, who wear trying to get near Harry, and turned them in to the Ministry of Magic. Neah told Allen about the Wizarding World, making Allen infatuated about it. The types of magic, the creatures, and all those sorts brought wonders to Allen's mind.

It was also during the past 10 years when they saw Harry being mistreated, laughed and taunted at. They saw him suffering from his relatives and his peers. Allen wanted to help the boy, seeing Harry as himself during his time at the circus with Cosimo, but Neah was able to hold him back, reminding Allen that their purpose was to protect the Potter boy from magical harm, not Muggle harm. Instead, Allen helped Harry in a slightly indirect way. He would send in birthday cards secretly, making sure the boy's relatives wouldn't see them. Allen was glad to see the boy brighten up during the times every time it was July 31st. Then, Allen would occasionally come across with other wizards, telling them to go pay a small visit to Harry, who they all gladly did. He watched the boy steadily and unconsciously gaining his magical power, using it to get on school roofs to growing his hair after an unwanted haircut. Allen reported to Dumbledore the details by owl that was sent to him.

During Harry's time at the Dursley's, Allen paid a visit to the Leaky Cauldron to get into Diagon Alley. From the help of Neah and guidance of Timcampy, Allen managed to arrive at Gringotts Wizarding Bank to take a hefty amount of coins under Neah D. Campbell's account. He entered Ollivander's Wand Shop to buy a new wand, since Neah's was long lost. Allen immediately liked the wand given to him after 7 tries: 15 inches, made from juniper wood and thestral hair, flexible and strong, good for charms. He could feel the warmth and hear the musical melody after he grasped the wand. He paid the shop owner, who stared at Allen in bewilderment for being able to connect with a wand that is rarely used. Thestral hair, after all were those who are capable of death. Allen entered other shops to prepare when he works at Hogwarts 11 years later.

It was when the Dursley's took their fat son, Dudley, and his friend to the zoo and Harry was allowed to come, too. Allen convinced the old Squib neighbor to call them that she can't take the boy, lying that she had a broken leg from tripping over one of her cats. Allen followed the group of 6 to the zoo, seeing Harry's content face of eating a lemon pop even though the fat boy and his friend got huge chocolate ice-cream cones. Dudley even threw a tantrum when his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice-cream on it.

'I swear ice-cream will be the death of them . Especially the fat one,' Neah scorned as he saw the now calm Dudley eating the new knickerbocker glory.

'Well, at least Harry had some.' Allen was sitting on a table nearby as he watched the boy happily eating the glory.

It was when they arrived at the reptile house, where they host dangerous snakes and lizards. Allen watched as the glass separating the public and the boa constrictor disappear after Harry was pushed onto the floor by Dudley. He saw the horror inflicted on Dudley and his friend's faces when the snake creeped out and landed on the floor. People screamed and fled as they stampeded towards the exit of the reptile house, leaving just Harry and Allen.

Thanks to Neah's extensive knowledge of magic beyond of the Wizard World, Allen could hear the huge snake hiss, "Brazil, here I come… Thanksss, amigo ," as it passed by Harry.

As it disappeared out of sight, Allen followed it, feeling that Harry would be alright or a while. It was out of the zoo when Allen approached the snake. He flashed his eyes, feeling them turn golden as he spoke to the snake in a low hissing voice.

"You wish to come to Brazil? I could grant you that wish, seeing that you can't escape to far due to your size." Allen held out an arm to allow the great snake climb on him.

The boa constrictor was surprised to meet two people who are able to communicate with him. Nevertheless, the snake gratefully slithered on Allen's arm, coiling his long body over Allen's. Allen opened an Ark portal, immediately transporting the both of them to Brazil. Allen lowered his arm to allow the snake climb off him.

"Thanksss, amigo. Both you and the boy have my gratitude, " the boa hissed happily.

Allen chuckled as he watch the boa slither away into the forest.

'That was kind act of you to do, nephew,' Neah praised him.

'I'm always like that, uncle. Now, it's time to go back.' Allen teleported himself back to the Dursleys' home, just in time to see the loud voice of Vernon Dursley punishing Harry to stay in the cupboard with no dinner, making Allen feel bad for the boy. But there was nothing Allen can do except wait.

An owl arrived, but it wasn't for Allen. No, the owl inserted the letter through the Dursleys' mailslot , indicating that the letter was from Hogwarts. Through the window, Allen saw Harry's uncle snatching the letter away from Harry's hand, reading the letter to turn into a white porridge color, and sending Harry away to rip the letter and throwing it into the fire.

After some loud shoutings, Harry was moved into an actual room to sleep in, even though it was room full of useless junk. Dudley put on a hissy fit. Allen watched as the poor tortoise flew through the greenhouse roof with crash, for it was thrown by a screaming Dudley who was demanding to get Harry out of that room. Allen's eardrums were screaming at the immense amount of shouting and screaming that was in the happening the household.

'I'm so sorry, Allen! Forgive me! I didn't think that it will be this sufferable! Oh, please! Let this stop! It's hurting my ears!' Neah wailed.

Allen gritted his teeth. 'Uncle, you're not helping. The screaming from the house is enough. Your wailing is making it worse for me.'

'Why can't we kill them?!'

'You know we can't! Their Harry's relatives!'

'Some relatives they are.'

In the end, Allen managed to save the falling tortoise. He sent the tortoise alone through the Ark portal into a nicer habitat than this insufferable place.

'Something tells me that Harry won't be reading the letter any time soon,' Neah said as he and Allen watched Vernon take away the second letter sent to Harry.

'Oh? Then what do you suggest we do?' Allen asked.

Allen could feel his uncle grin in the back of his mind. 'Let me take over. I have a plan.'

Allen allowed his uncle to take over the body, feeling his mind being pushed back as Neah went forward. Just for the sake of appearances, Neah only changed the hair, slightly turned the skin grey, and cause the red scar to disappear. The owl that Neah used to report to Dumbledore was sent by Neah to tell the wizard of his plan. In the next day, the owl came back with Harry's letter, but to Allen's confusion, the letter was given to Neah. Neah untied the letter from the owl, and the owl flew off.

'Watch and learn, my nephew. Watch and learn.' Neah smiled.

Neah pulled out the wand inside the coat pocket and murmured, " Gemino!" multiple times. Soon, Neah was crowded with piles of letters that are exactly the same of the letter that Neah was holding. Neah smiled again and pocketed it for future cloning.

'And let the war begin.'

And so it began. Neah versus the Dursleys. First it started small, inserting three letters into the mail slot . That didn't work as they saw Vernon tore up all three letters in front of Harry's eyes. It grew to the point when 12 letters managed to squeeze between the cracks of the door to hundreds of letters whizzing down the chimney. Even Allen thought it was amusing as he watched the Dursleys struggle.

Somehow, the Dursleys were able to keep all those letters away from Harry. It all drove to the point where the Dursleys and Harry moved to a faraway hotel. Neah made sure to change the address before duplicating them and bombarding the hotel mercilessly. The group four were forced to move to a small isolated island with a poor excuse of a shack in the middle. Heavy rain pelted the area, causing not only to have Neah cast an Impervius Charm on himself but also disabling him to send the letter by air.

It was luck when Hagrid came along in close to midnight, sent by Dumbledore to see if Neah's plan was working. Understanding Neah's predicament, Hagrid took the final letter, which address was changed last minute by Neah, and flew to where the island is, assuring Neah before that he'll deliver the letter to Harry. Neah had no doubt that Hagrid would succeed, seeing that Hagrid's size will intimidate the Dursley's enough.

Neah called upon the Ark's gate, transporting himself to Dumbledore's study. After taking over the body for a while, he felt exhausted and allowed Allen to regain control again. The skin turned back to pale, the red upside pentacle appeared, and the hair turned back to white. The Ark gate closed behind him.

"Professor Dumbledore," Allen greeted the old wizard. "Thank you for sending Hagrid. Sending those letters was quite tiring for Neah. The Dursleyswere stubborn."

"That is of no problem, Allen. Thank you for watching over Harry with Arabella for the past 11 years. I believe Arabella can take care of Harry in August," Dumbledore answered back. "Sending those reports actually quite assured me of Harry's safety. I take it you got accustomed to the wizard world?"

"Ah, yes. Thanks to Uncle Neah, I'm quite used to it. The wand is a wondrous object," Allen replied, taking out his wand and admiring it. "Juniper wood and thestral hair as its core."

Dumbledore seemed surprised at that. With his extensive knowledge on the Hallows, it was said that the Elder's Wand's core was thestral hair. However, he shook the thought away.

"I agree. The wand, I believe that Ollivander had told you, has a mind of its own. Did you know that juniper trees stand for a great journey, having taken many twists and turns and being capable of being true to yourself, never compromising your integrity?"

" Hm, I did not know that. It actually describes me perfectly."

"It's as the saying goes, 'The wand chooses the wizard.' This seems to suit you."

Allen smiled at Dumbledore. "Perfectly. Now, getting down to business. Do I start getting accustomed to this school's tradition?"

Dumbledore nodded at him. "Yes. That will work nicely. Timcampy," he indicated to the golden golem flying nearby, "should be able to help you find where you need to go. And I believe your uncle has told you about Hogwarts."

"Yes, he did. But it'll be nice to experience it myself. Also, as Assistant Professor, what will I be doing?"

"I am thinking that not only you will assist me, but also assist other professors with their work. Of course, Hagrid and Minerva know about you. I'll introduce you to the rest of the staff later on. You'll have your own office, but I believe you will use your own Ark as sleeping quarters?"

"I prefer it so. Thank you for your consideration, Professor. I will also continue to watch over Harry during the rest of his school years, if you don't mind?"

"Call me Albus. And no, I won't mind. Actually, it will help me since I am quite busy these days."

"Then there is nothing else you need or I need to know?"

The old man thought carefully. "Hmm…I'll appreciate it if you don't use the Ark in school grounds unless it's for emergencies."

"That can be done. Now, if you'll excuse, I shall explore the school. I have poor sense of direction despite being 70 years old." And with that, Allen smiled and left the office through the doors of Dumbledore's office. With Timcampy in front of him, he began exploring the huge castle that awfully reminded him of the Black Order.

Allen was sitting at the High Table with the rest of the staff in the Great Hall. It was the night when the Hogwarts students will arrive. Neah had created the white half-mask that Cross Marian worn before it was destroyed by the Apocryphos to disguise Allen. Having long white hair, the red star scar, and a black left arm that has a glowing green cross embedded in the hand will attract unnecessary attention to Allen. After the mask's magic, he now has blazing red hair tied in a ponytail, its ends spiked everywhere. The scar on his face and black arm are gone; the face and left arm looks like anybody else's. This is what Allen imagined himself grown up if he hadn't gotten the scar.

Allen took the name of Red D. Campbell to be less suspicious, since his official name is recorded on Muggle history books of his achievement in the Great Holy War. Students raised up as Muggles are bound to be coming in this magic school.

Dumbledore introduced him to the rest of the staff. Besides a suspicious glance from Snape and a wary glance from Quirrell, and everything was fine. Well, not exactly. Allen could feel a murderous aura coming from the back of Quirrell's head, beneath the turban he's wearing. It was quite hard to control his left eye from activating since it was so close.

'That turban is disturbing me. It not only has the aura that Harry's scar emits, but also it reminds me of Wisely,' Neah thought wryly.

Allen made sure to report this to Dumbledore, who said he would deal with this.

Back to present, Allen stared at the four long tables being filled up by students. After the students had settled in, the great doors opened to reveal Minerva leading the group of first years down the hall. He spotted Harry near a red-headed boy that strongly reminded him of Lavi.

'It's becoming uncanny to see people who resemble to 70 years ago,' Allen thought nervously.

'Relax, Allen. It is the magical world. Strange things are bound to happen,' Neah comforted his nephew.

The group of students was now standing in front of the four tables. Professor McGonagall brought out a stool and an old patchy witch's hat. She set the stool in front of the first years and placed the hat on top of the stool. Allen saw that the hat's brim opening like a mouth and begin to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff ,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw ,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Everybody applauded as the hat finished singing his song. Allen and Neah especially enjoyed, the song was quite nice and bright. Professor McGonagall then stepped forward with a scroll in her hand and began calling out names. Allen paid no attention, glancing at each individual student in the first years, then at the four tables. He tried to block out the noise as the tables cheer every time a student joins them. It was when Harry's name was called that caught Allen's attention.

"Potter, Harry!"

When his name was called, whispers were exchanged across the Great Hall. Allen couldn't care less as he watched the huge hat cover up half of the boy's head.

The hat stayed on Harry's head for a while, occasionally moving once in a while. Then it opened its brim to scream out the House that Harry will be in throughout his school years.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Much to Allen and Neah's displeasure, the Gryffindor table cheered loudly as Harry joined their table. Allen caught sight of twins who also had red hair screaming, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Another red-headed boy got up to shake Harry's hand.

'My God! How many of them are there?' Allen thought disbelievingly as he ignored the rest of the names being listed off.

'The world is an amazingly small place. Things thought impossible are now possible," Neah replied.

'I just hope that their personalities aren't like Lavi's.' Allen stared at the twins.

The naming ceremony had finally finished much to Allen's relief. It would be hell to go through that again. He internally scowled when he remembered he has to go through it every year from now on.

Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.

"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Allen saw that Harry was struggling to whether laugh or not.

'Oi. Are you going to eat or not?' Neah prodded him.

Allen looked to see food appearing in front of him. He began piling huge amounts of food on his plate, but more so out of pleasure than hunger. Immortality at least preserved Allen's metabolism and strength. Students and teachers alike stared at Allen's eating habits. Dumbledore simply ignored him as he continued to make a small conversation with Professor McGonagall, whose attention was mostly focused on Allen.

Harry's Side

Harry stared at the teacher, who he assume is one of his teachers, eating the food like crazy. Well, at least he had some table manners. Harry was already sick just looking at him eat, and he saw that some of the teachers were thinking the same.

"Merlin's pants!" Fred gaped at the red-haired professor. "How can he fit all of that in his stomach?"

George was paling slightly. "I think he even eats more than you do, Ron."

Ron seemed to be agreeing with his brothers, looking a bit sick.

Percy seemed to be the one not disturbed. "I wonder who that person is."

"He's not from last year?" Ron asked.

"No. But we'll wait for Dumbledore's speech to introduce him to us."

Never before Harry wanted dinner to end so quickly.

Allen's Side

Dinner ended, and all the food disappeared. The food was rich and delicious, and he never felt so content like this for a long time. All this food reminded him of Jerry's cooking. Then Allen saw Dumbledore stand up, making the hall silent.

"Ahem — just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Allen saw that Dumbledore's eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

'Oh God, it's worse. Lavi doubled,' Allen thought miserably.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

Allen saw in the corner of his eyes that Harry was among the few uneasy laughters that rose from the tables.

"Now then, I like to introduce a new staff member among us. Please welcome Professor Campbell as our new Assistant Professor. He'll be assisting not only me but also the rest of the Professors with anything."

'Here we go. Prepare your ears, Neah ," Allen warned to his uncle as he stood up, smiled to everyone, and took a bow.

'I think my ears were already broken 11 years ago,' was all Neah said back when loud clapping filled the Great Hall. Allen sat back down on his seat again.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Allen noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed. Well, Allen didn't care; he was interested in all kinds of music and was curious about this one.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

just do your best,

we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

'Well….That was pleasant.'