Indivisible Chapter 4: Year One Two, a Harry Potter + D.Gray-Man Crossover fanfic

A/N: I recently got several reviews for this story, and it reminded me that I hadn't updated in a little while, so I needed to start working on it again. So, thus, this chapter.

I was reminded of the breaks I use to use, which I had kind of forgotten about, so I'm going back to that. (Psh... looking at it once it's uploaded... it's deleted said breaks. I rather dislike that... why the heck would anyone program it to delete ANYTHING in a file that someone's uploaded?)

I've had a few ideas for this story, but unfortunately, they're those kinds of things that aren't really scenes, but slowly built up/gradual things... Not things I could show in one chapter. Which kind of sucks, lol. And I note that it's harder to just go with the flow when using drabbles like this... easier, in a way, but in another, much harder.

(BTW, recent chapters of DGM? Awesome.)

McGonagall isn't happy with Harry because of the detentions he had earned. Harry isn't happy with himself either, and does not need her to voice her own disapproval. What bothers him the most is not even that he had let those feelings from flying cloud his judgment, or that he had been caught off guard when Malfoy had jerked his broom, but instead, it was the final result – that Malfoy had seen his Innocence.

Granted, the Slytherin doesn't have the slightest clue of what it had been, or just how important (Or powerful! Imagine if he had discovered that part of his secret!) that it was. He doesn't know about akuma, or the Earl, or anything about the Order. But just seeing the Innocence made Harry feel nervous. He did not want anybody to know.

Not because he doesn't want them to judge him, not because he is afraid they would be afraid or pity him, or because he just wanted to appear as normal as he could. It is because they might not approve, and might actually try to do something about it. Or worse, somehow they would be drawn into the war and get in trouble.

Harry does draw a lot of trouble without even trying.

He notices that people like to invade his personal space a lot. He figures, in hindsight, that it's completely normal. For him, 'invading his personal space' includes even the smaller gestures, such has a pat on the shoulder or a tap on the arm. It bothers him a lot.

He no longer jumps violently every time someone does, and he can't tell if that's good or bad. It's good because at least people don't look at him like he's the weirdest thing for it, but it might be bad because he might be losing his reflexes. He is almost as safe as he can be here in terms of akuma, but not completely, and he does not want to walk into a crowd come the next time he goes Home and dies because he's forgotten how to be on guard against potential akuma.

Still, he tries to make it clear that he does not like to be touched, and people start to catch on.

The detentions are annoying and time consuming. He dislikes them immensely, but it softens a little when McGonagall takes pity and assigns him to be Hagrid's helper after the first several days. He doesn't know what Draco is forced to do for his detentions, but Harry does not see the other.

Hagrid is not the most organized and his animals are often very dangerous, but Harry finds that it is far better than doing normal, boring chores. At least the creatures are interesting. His quick reflexes save him several times from being stung or bitten. He learns a lot about them, and even about the Forbidden Forest, which Hagrid allows him to venture into several times when he needs a certain plant or another.

But they still take up his precious time, and he tries to make up for it anyway he can.

Harry knows he's talked about a lot. He's weird, he doesn't like to be touched, he doesn't have a sense of humor, he's dark and mysterious and egotistical. They say that he thinks he's better than everyone else because he's the Boy-Who-Lived, and that's why he doesn't have any friends.

Neville still talks to him, though, and sometimes he'll meet Hermione in the Library and they'll study together. She's helped him several times, and he even managed to lend a hand t her once or twice in return. They might not be his friends from the Order, but they help him feel a little less alone.

He's just leaving the Library one day when he sees a few older Gryffindors. They lock eyes for a moment, but then Harry looks away and starts to leave. He hears one of them sneer at him, and he sees one of them, from the corner of his eye, elbow another with a slightly disapproving glare.

He's tired. He isn't sleeping well, and he wants to lay down and sleep for the next several days. He hates how he can barely sleep at night and how he can barely stand to sit in between his House mates at meal times.

He's on his own today, and it's well after curfew. He is returning late from one of his excursions, determined as he was to make up for the time he loses from the detentions. He is glad that he does not have classes tomorrow, and he's sure he's going to sleep through the entire day but does not mind.

He blames how tired he is for the reason he does not notice Filch around the corner. He sees the other, and then swings back around the corner with wide eyes.

Unfortunately, Filch had noticed something was amiss.

"Who's there?"

Harry turns and tries to creep away, but then he hears quick footsteps headed right for him, so he breaks into a run. His own footsteps are light, but it's hard to be silent when running on stone. He hears Filch yell after him, and then he's being followed by the adult.

He knows McGonagall and Dumbledore both know about how he breaks the curfew – they had given him permission. But he had also been told that he should try not to get caught, because they could only let him get away with things so much before people start to notice.

He enters a part of the castle he does not recognize, and is quietly impressed that he's still being followed. When he notices that he's a bit lost, however, he decides it's time to hide rather than run. So he ducks into one of the rooms and quietly hopes that Filch goes the other way.

He waits in breathless silence until the sound of footsteps fade. Then he dares to look behind him.

Seeing a giant three headed dog almost slobbering over him is enough to make anybodies heart stop.

It roars at him, and he doesn't even care that Filch might catch him. He's out of that room and running like he's got an army of akuma on his heels. He runs the entire way back to the common room, where Neville is sitting and asks what is wrong the moment that he bursts in.

"Did you know about the giant three-headed dog?" Harry hears himself ask dazedly.

"Um. Are you okay, Harry? You don't look good," Neville stands in concern, but Harry waves him off,.

"I think I need to lay down. Now. Goodnight."

When he reflects on it later, he recalls that the monster had been guarding a trap-door. He's not entirely sure how he had noticed, considering how fast he'd gotten himself out of there, but he recalled it pretty distinctly. Obviously, that dog had been guarding something.

He ponders for a while on what, exactly, it was guarding before he remembers that mysterious package Hagrid had picked up during their trip to Gringotts, and how that bank had been robbed that very same day. He wonders if that seemingly important item is under that trap door, but then he's sleeping and cares for nothing.

He tells Hermione about it the next day when he forces himself to get up instead of sleeping it away like he wants to. She's far more fixated on the fact that he had been breaking curfew, rather than the curious item that at least somebody seemed to want bad enough to break into a bank to get.

"It's not like Dumbledore doesn't know," He tries to defend himself, "So I'm not really breaking the rules if you look at it that way."

"Why would he let you out after curfew?" Hermione asks with a deep frown on her face. "That's not very fair."

"Because," He winces slightly at the sound of 'fair', "I... have a lot of things to work on, so I go to a classroom to do it."

"Why can't you do it in the common room, or your bedroom?" She eyes him, and he has the distinct feeling that she's trying to piece things together.

"It's... a project, of sorts. And it's a secret. I'm not allowed to show anybody."

"Is that so...?" She lets him drop it, but Harry feels as though it wasn't at all over.

One of the best places to relax is on one of the towers. One of the best places to study is near the Quidditch Pitch. Often Neville has to remind him to pay attention when the teams are playing because he gets distracted watching them play, but it's a good place.

Sometimes he wishes that he could join the Gryffindor team, but then he remembers his work load and his mind sours.

His long list of detentions ends and he feels refreshed and ready for action. He can't wait to put all that extra time to use – or at least to be able to get a little more rest. McGonagall isn't the only one to comment on the bags under his eyes or how jumpy he is when he's really tired. The nurse had tried to offer some Dreamless Sleep potion to help him, but warned him not to take it constantly. He found that taking it on the nights before a day he has reserved for lighter activities helps him recover a remarkable amount of energy.

He's in Charms class not long after when they are trying make a feather fly. He's in the middle of wondering if he could make Kanda or Lavi fly with it, or even himself, and wondering what Lenalee would think of that when he hears Hermione trying to give Ron advice. She tries to correct his pronunciation, and Harry has to admit that he could understand why Ron looked so disgruntled. Her tone isn't all that helpful, even though he knows that was her intention.

The teacher congratulates Hermione for getting the charm on her first try, and Harry scowls slightly when he hears Ron insult her behind her back. He's even more annoyed when he notices that she leaves in tears.

Quirrell is the one who bursts into the Great Hall and announces that there's a troll loose in the dungeons. There's a great uprising of sound amongst the students at this, and Dumbledore requests the older students to lead the younger ones back to their Houses for their safety. Harry's mind kicks into overdrive; Hermione had been crying in one of the bathrooms all day and had not even gone to classes after Charms. She did not know about the troll. She could leave any minute now. This would be about the time should might leave to go to dinner, if she so planned to go.

He whispers as much to Neville, who's eyes practically bug out.

"We should tell a teacher," He responds, but Harry frowns a little.

Telling a teacher would be the smart thing to do, wouldn't it, he mused. There's no reason that he shouldn't, except...

"I'm going to find her myself," He murmurs back, and Neville lets out a squeak of horror.

"You can't be serious? What if you run into the troll?"

"Then I'll just not run into it," Harry grins a little, but it falters when he sees how torn Neville is. "You don't need to come with me, Neville. Wait for me in the common room, okay?"

"But..."

He sneaks away when almost nobody is looking. He does see Draco briefly, who no doubt sees him sneaking off, but then the blond looks away and ignores him. Then he finds his way to the dungeons. It's not particularly hard, and with everyone going back to their rooms the hallways were mostly empty.

He knows he's getting close to the troll when he smells it. It's a strong smell and hard as heck to miss. He spots it down one corridor and realizes that neither of them are very far from the bathroom that his sharp ears can hear crying coming from.

He uses all the stealth he knows to sneak into the bathroom without being seen.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice is something between scandalized and confused, "What are you doing in here? It's the girls-"

It only takes a few strides before he's right before her and covering her mouth with a hissed 'shhh!'. They wait in silence for a few seconds before she rips his hand away.

"What are you doing?" She hisses in return, wiping her eyes hastily.

"Apparently a troll is loose," He replies quietly, "Dumbledore is sending everyone back to their rooms. I saw it just a few minutes ago."

"...That's not funny," Her eyes are wide with fear.

"Do you see me laughing?" He rolls his eyes and adds, "You've been here all day, right? So you didn't know. I think it's a good idea if we go back to the tower now."

She hesitantly nods, and he grabs her arm and pulls her towards the door. He would normally avoid the grabbing of arms, but she looks as if she's about to fall over or do something stupid in her confusion, and he wants to make sure he knows where she is while he's not looking.

Problem is, the moment they exit they find themselves staring up at a twelve foot tall troll.

Hermione screams, and Harry shoves her back and dives with her when it swings it's club. Stone goes flying as it rips apart the doorway, and he realizes his mistake when he looks up and sees the bathroom surrounding them.

The troll lumbers in behind them, and Harry grabs Hermione again, shoving her to her feet and shoving her back some more. The way she grabs onto his sleeve isn't very helpful.

It swings its club again, and he forces her to duck with him. She screams again as the wooden stalls are smashed to bits and goes flying everywhere. The troll steps forward, and Harry tries to think faster, to think of how to handle this new development. He yells at Hermione to get back already, and she's about to start crying again but thankfully does back up.

The third swing destroys the sinks. Water starts to spray over the floors. Harry sees an opportunity to run, but knows he cannot. Not when Hermione was not that far behind him.

He dives away from a directly downward swing and slides on the slippery floor. His recovery is too slow – the club connects to his side and he is rocketed across the bathroom into one of the walls. Broken tiles rain down and now Hermione is definitely crying and shouting at him.

The hit had hurt, undoubtedly, but it had given him a chance. The troll started to ignore him for favor of Hermione, and the moment that the troll's back was to Harry, he took a deep breath and lunged.

He grabbed the club, stopping it from being swung, and then jerked it out of the creature's grip. His Innocence flared to life, and he leaned back... then flung the club right at the back of the trolls head.

The ground shook slightly as it fell, and it did not get back up again.

Hermione just stared at it for a few seconds, then at Harry. Her mouth opened and closed a few times but nothing emerged. Then,

"What did you do...?" He fumbled for a few seconds. He's pretty sure that he'd managed to deactivate his Innocence in time, but he hadn't really been thinking about how to explain what he'd done otherwise.

"I... Used my wand?" He struggled not to make it sound like a question.

"I saw a green glow, and..." She rubbed her eyes for a moment before adding, "And if you only levitated it, it would have dropped on it's head. We haven't learned how to do anything else besides levitate."

"You know I like to study other spells," He wiped his hands on his pants before adding, "Can we go?"

She stood shakily, but when she approaches him, her eyes shine in concern, "You got hit with that club... shouldn't you be in pieces?"

"A club wouldn't really make pieces out of me, generally. I'd probably be mush instead."

She blushed in annoyance, "Fine. Why aren't you mush?"

"Because I'm tougher than people give me credit for," He almost even smirked. If only the more annoying students at this school knew the kinds of things he'd done...

Hermione was still confused and unsure, and probably emotionally spent. He knew he was not the only one glad to leave.

Unfortunately, McGonagall was upon them almost the same moment they walked out. She questions them about what they were doing down there first, then looks around at the damaged doorway and pushes by them. Harry sighs and hopes he's not about to earn more detentions.

He appreciates the way that Hermione takes the blame, and the way that while the Professor takes away points for her 'foolishness', she gives Harry twice as much for his 'bravery'. Harry's not sure he approves, but at least he doesn't get any detention.

Neville has worked himself into quite the knot by the time they return. He's also guilt ridden that he could not gather up his courage to accompany Harry, even knowing Hermione might have been in some serious trouble. Both Harry and Hermione reassure him, but Harry doesn't think that, in the end, it made much of a difference to the other boy.

He supposes that one good thing came out of it though. He felt as if he had gained as close of a friend as he could have, considering how many secrets he had, and how big they were.

November rolls around, and Hermione notices Harry is beginning to get fidgety. He doesn't explain why and shrugs it off when asked, but she thinks it's fairly obvious that if it's making Harry of all people anxious, then it must be no small thing.

He begins to study harder, but he also does it less – instead, the hours that he disappears lengthens. Hermione still does not know where Harry goes, and the only thing he will say about it is that it pertains to his home life. She doesn't know how, but she can tell that he's very touchy about his home, and whenever he speaks about it, it has always been a slip of the tongue. It only proves to make her more curious about what, exactly, he could be hiding.

Harry is going out to read a book by the lake when Snape finds him and demands to know what he's doing. Harry explains, but points are taken from him for taking a book outside the castle walls which was, apparently, not allowed. The book is confiscated and he finds himself watching the professor limp away.

He finds out the validity of that rule first. He finds that it is a real rule, but is annoyed nonetheless. He decides to find Snape and ask for the book back; he'd just gotten it after the last borrower had finally returned it, and he did not like his studies to be interrupted by such a petty cause.

He finds Snape, but he is in the middle of talking to Filch. His robes are rolled up, baring his bloody and mangled feet. From the quick glance, his expert experience with wounds allows him to observe that they look like very large gouges. Such as from claws or talons. By the width, he guesses claws, but they are so large that for a moment, he is confused as to what could have possibly caused them.

But then Snape is screaming at him to leave, so he retreats quickly. Later, he tells Hermione and Neville about how the wounds look like they might have come from the three-headed dog.

Even Hermione is a little baffled by Harry's sudden extreme determination. It is as if he is studying fervently for a big test. She tries to ask, once, but he simply makes a hasty get away. She decides that he needs a break – he's gaining bags under his eyes even darker than before and he continuously falls asleep in class. A fact his teachers do not appreciate.

She suggests tea with Hagrid, and she's pleasantly surprised when he hardly argues. He seems exhausted the entire time, and in an attempt to make him a little more lively, mentions the wounds he'd witnessed of Professor Snape's. He talks about it and makes a little effort to question Hagrid on why, exactly, the teacher had such wounds from that dog, but Hagrid clams up... mostly.

He claims that whatever the dog is hiding is between Dumbledore and a man named Nicholas Flamel. She doesn't recognize the name and apparently neither does Harry, but she's slightly put off by the fact that even she seems more interested that he does.

She's just about had it with just how much Harry's burning himself out – he'd disappeared the entire last weekend and had returned not only sore, but had continued to disappear everyday after that, missing dinner and not returning until well past curfew. She's contemplating how to corner him about it when one night, he does not disappear at all. This strange new development makes her suspicious, and so thought she doesn't mention it, she spies a little. It's not until later on that he makes his move, slipping out of the common room.

She follows him. He's nervous and fidgeting a lot, and looking around like he's about to do something he shouldn't. She thinks that she's been caught at least three times on the way to wherever they're going, but each time he shakes his head, mumbles to himself, and continues on.

Hermione is surprised when they stop at Professor McGonagall's quarters. There's a man in a white cloak standing to the side of the door, and he greets Harry differentially. Harry nods in return, and almost seems to pace a little outside the door for several moments.

"If you don't enter soon, they're going to get worried," The stranger mused. Almost immediately, the door swung open and McGonagall stood there, eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing, dawdling outside the door? Hurry inside, delaying won't help anything."

She ushers Harry inside, and Hermione has time to hear "Supervisor? You came yourself?" before the door is shut and she can hear no more.

There's silence for several seconds. She wonders if maybe she should just go back. She's definitely puzzled... 'supervisor'? What kind of 'supervisor'?

She's just turned to leave when the stranger calls out,

"Who's there?" The man sounds alarmed and perhaps a slight bit nervous. Hermione freezes and her heart races. What if she got caught and then got in trouble? She did not think curfew had quite passed, but it would be obvious that she had followed Harry, wouldn't it?

"Show yourself!"

She steps out before she even knows what she's doing. The man blinks at her, startled, but seems no less nervous. She thinks it strange... she should be the one who's nervous, not him. But he eyes her like he's fighting his fight or flight reflex.

"Hello?" She tries timidly.

"...What are you doing out so late? I thought this school had a curfew?" The stranger frowns faintly and a muscle in his jaw jumps erratically.

"I-I'm just late coming back from the l-library," nobody had ever said she was a good liar, she mused. She's simply glad that the man doesn't know her well enough to tell, or to know that if she were coming back from the library she would be coming from the opposite direction.

"Yeah? Well, be on your way."

"I... I saw Harry go in Professor's rooms. Is there something wrong?" She wondered if that were true. What if something had happened and he was getting called to talk about it?

"...Are you a friend of his?"

"Yes, I am," She wrings her hands in a show of concern that was not entirely fake. The other watched her, as if in fascination. She was admittedly very confused when he shrugged slightly and said,

"Well, what do you know? I never would have guessed. He never seemed like the type to make friends very easy, that kid."

"You know him personally?" She asked.

"Not really," He watched the large window that showed out into the grounds for a minute before adding, "Just seen him around from afar. No surprise, everyone has."

"Everyone?"

"Don't worry about it," He looked her way and relaxed just a little, "It's not for little girls like yourself to worry about."

Why would the fact that apparently a lot of people see Harry from afar be a fact not suitable for someone young like herself to know? On top of that, there was a 'supervisor' here to see him, which was a business title. Yet he had sounded so happy when he had seen this person.

There's an awkward silence, filled with Hermione glancing uncomfortably between the door and the stranger. She feels like she should make an excuse and leave, but she's concerned about Harry.

It's not long after that, that Harry suddenly emerges looking a little anxious. He had not been inside long, and she gets a glimpse of an older man's voice before the door is shut again.

"Hermione...?"

Harry stares at the girl for a long moment. Did she follow him? Or was she returning from somewhere and had seen him? He could not recall if she had been in the common room when he left. He had been distracted all day, but even more so after dinner.

The Finder explains that she'd been coming back from the library when she'd seen him. She had, apparently, been concerned and had asked said Finder about whether something bad had happened or not. He felt a little stressed now. Besides the fact that something about that story seemed a little off, something he couldn't put his finger on, he felt like she was far too close. It was as if the moment she would see anything connecting him,, personally, to the Black Order was the moment that she would know everything.

Logically, he knew this was not the case. She had already talked to the Finder, after all, even if the Finder wasn't somebody Harry knew personally or well. But stressed as he was, he felt he should quickly hurry her away.

He's not entirely sure how, but she manages to stall long enough by showing concern and asking questions that he hears the door behind him open. He feels the presence behind him before he bothers to look, and even if he didn't know the smell of coffee and the labs by heart, there's only one person who puts his hand on Harry's head like that.

He's Asian, yet somehow tall. He's wearing some kind of uniform... similar to the stranger by the door, yet somehow more embellished. Both men wear the same cross, as if apart of some organization. The new stranger wears glasses, and the hair that Hermione can see from under his white hat seems to have an almost purple shine. He looks at her in curiosity and pats Harry's head absentmindedly.

"Who's this, Harry? A friend of yours?"

"Um... Yes sir. This is... Hermione," Harry answers only reluctantly. She briefly wonders if he's embarrassed to introduce her as his friend, and feels a slight pang of pain before telling herself she was just being paranoid.

"Hermione," The man drawls, "Please take care of Harry for me. I understand that he doesn't seem to understand the limits when trying to gain knowledge."

"He's just... very determined," She replies very meekly.

"Indeed," He laughs softly. He has a nice laugh, she notes, and he ruffles Harry's hair fondly, "Stubborn to a fault."

McGonagall appears behind them both, and fairly ignores Hermione all together as she says, "Have a good night, Supervisor. You, Harry, should hurry to bed. I expect you to rest well and take more breaks from now on."

Hermione notes that the Professor regards the 'supervisor' rather stiffly and coolly. The man hardly seems to notice as he nods a farewell, and she watches as the other one takes his place at the others side.

"You heard her, time for bed!" The supervisor exclaims, "Rest well, Harry."

"Do I have to?" Harry pleads, and it's the first time Hermione has ever heard him do so, "You just got here! Do you have to leave so soon?"

"You know I do," The other smiles warmly, "Everyone misses you, don't worry. Lenalee was very jealous that I get to see you before she does. But look at it this way – next month is Christmas, so you'll be coming home to visit then."

"But that's a whole month away!"

Hermione marvels. She has never seen Harry act so freely, so childishly, or so fondly. He has always been so mature, so controlled...

"True, but better a month, than a year."

Harry won't talk to her on the way back to the common room. At first she thinks it's because he's angry with her, but then he tiredly says that he doesn't feel like talking much right now.

Before they part, Hermione mentions an observation she'd had on the way back.

"You seem really sad. All the time, I mean, but I never really noticed until now."

"...I guess I'm just Homesick," He admits, rubbing his eyes... she pretends to think he's just tired, even though she thinks she sees a suspicious shine to them, "It's really hard, here."