hello everyone, how are you chaps?

this chapter is not beta'd, so if they're mistakes. i'll fix them if i can.

i didn't finish the last chapter i was working on, but i felt that i've been waiting too long. so here you go.

i don't own Harry Potter or Dgrayman, my poor dreams will never come true.

A/N! the moment you all have been waiting for had come. Kanda is here with all his might! jk, but still, he's here.

last but not least, enjoy the story, but don't forget to review, okay my loves? ;P

on with the story...


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


Chapter 3 - meeting and the dark spirit

Allen had been attending school for a week now and he could say with no doubt whatsoever that it was one of his worse weeks since Mana had died. In this past week he had managed to:

- Get beaten up at least three times a day

- Learn healing spells to be able to heal himself without worrying the school nurse too much.

- Get the practical use quickly in charms, transfiguration, defense against the dark arts and potions. This had led to more bullying and insults from the Slytherin house, thinking that he must have witched Professor Snape. Because Snape is actually giving him points and was nicer to him than to the other Gryffindors.

- Teach the teacher something that Mana had taught him about astronomy, making the teacher mark him as his favorite. You can guess what the Slytherin's reaction to it was.

He sighed as he sat in one of the classes in the deserted corridor Dumbledore had warned not to go inside, but he had to. This was the only place they won't look for him in, his only haven in the school. It was actually very sad – he prefers returning back to Cross than spend another day here…

He saw from the corner of his eyes a faint presence lingering over him and sighed, it was probably a ghost got lost, so he ignored it.

He closed his eyes, a picture flashing in front of his eyes… he and Mana walking down the road, he's smiling and Mana is smiling as well. He remembered fondly that day, his first celebrated birthday…

"Allen," Mana called the reddish-brunette from down the stairs. "We are going somewhere special today, so dress up warm, okay?"

"Okay~" he shouted from the bathroom, where he tried to get his messy hair into a hair band and cursed when he didn't manage to.

"Allen~ no cursing in this house, I thought I'd told you that," Mana firm voice made him flinch.

"Sorry, father!"

He struggled one last time to put his hair in the band, pulled a glove on and tied his shoes before rushing down the stairs.

"I'm ready!" he jumped into the arms of his foster father.

"Great, great, my boy," Mana laughed, ruffling his hair. He took his hand and led him outside the house down the streets of England.

Mana took him first to his favorite bakery, where he'd got him the vanilla cake he'd always asked him to get only to receive a smirk and a 'no, Allen, maybe next time.'

He then gave him his present, a CD of one of the greatest pianists in his mind, his uncle.

Okay… so maybe he was a bit bribed… hehe…

His father smiled in triumphal when Allen tackled him and gave him a kiss on the cheeks. This was his happiest day ever, even more than the day Mana had picked him up from the streets…

Allen smiled as he recalled that memory and his left hand traced the small photograph he had always had in his robes as a reminder of his father. He had cast a few protective spells on that picture to keep it in good shape despite the bullying his body received.

Tears prickled down his cheeks and he wiped them furiously and cursed as he scolded himself for becoming so weak. He could blame it on his saint adoptive father for making him soft. But he knew that it was his fault for forgetting about the real world outside Mana's protective arms.

He couldn't attack them back, he knew that. If he did, they would have to spend a long time at the hospital wing. He always had a problem of surpassing his powers, especially of his left arm. Even with Lavi… come to think of it… how did Lavi survive that punch? Usually, people would break a few bones from that weak punch he'd used. Maybe…

He rose from his place and picked up his books. He dusted his robes and checked if he had everything with him.

Check.

He turned and rushed out of the abandoned class of the deserted wing. A faint shadow watched him from one of the pillars of the hall, a white smirk adoring his face.

'You'll be mine soon, Allen~'

Three weeks later…

A fourth year Gryffindor male student was striding down the hall, hurrying to his next transfiguration class, his shoulder-length ebony hair jumping behind him, sharp cobalt eyes peering behind long bangs, his pale peachy skin peaking from the sleeves as he held his books. He was late and he couldn't stop for anything, but when he rounded a corner, he heard yelping and stopped. He narrowed his eyes and peaked from the corner.

What he saw boiled his blood in rage.

Three first years, one from Slytherin and the other two from Ravenclaw surrounded someone with Gryffindor robes and a hood on their head. The Slytherin one, a boy with chopped brown hair, sent a kick to the figure and laughed.

"Late for your sorry potions class? Hah! Who cares?" the others sniggered. "For all I care, you can rot in hell, freak."

The Gryffindor student flinched and crawled into a ball, "Can you please leave me alone?" he whispered.

The fourth year was stricken, even though he was beaten by his year-mates, he still tries to solve this with polite words? That idiot!

The Slytherin snickered, "Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll let you this time. But beware, don't even think of surpassing me on any subject again or you'll hear from me again."

With that, he and the Ravenclaws walked away, and the mysterious Gryffindor student took down his hood. The fourth year's breath hitched, his eyes wide.

It was the strange boy from the sorting. White hair covered his pale face and he rubbed bloodied arm over his eyes, as if to wipe away tears.

He felt rage bubbling inside of him, no one had even tried to help him? What kind of a school is this if they let one of their students get beaten? It's not like he can get away from them, he's at the same year as them!

He decided to go to him, but stopped when the boy took out his wand and mumbled something. His body shone and every trace of blood or tear disappeared, and when the light subsided, the boy sighed in relief and tucked the wand back into the robes.

That must have been a five year spell, how does he know that? He was slightly impressed and thought of staying a bit more to see what else this boy knows, who cares about a stupid Transfiguration class? That thing is much more interesting.

The boy looked around before standing up and starting to wobble his way. The fourth year followed him quietly, it always helped knowing some sneaking techniques to stay hidden, his mouth twitched.

When the boy reached one of the deserted halls, he sled down the wall and pulled his knees to him, trembling.

"Why do they hate me?" his whisper was clearer now but was trembling as if he was holding back tears. "Just because I got higher grade then him doesn't mean that he had to pick on me. I just want Mana back. I don't like this place… I can't stand this anymore."

Now the dark haired male felt bad for following him. That feeling grew worse as he continued watching the boy cry. It wasn't even the first month and he can't stand it anymore? He was scared to think what will happen to him if he stays at Hogwarts the whole year long.

He then noticed something weird hanging over the boy, like a distorted shadow floating in the air.

"Dumbledore had said that this place will be safer than where Shishou and I were," the shadow became clearer and darker with two white holes as eyes. The boy looked up, as if he had just noticed another presence beside him. When he saw the shadow, he gasped in horror.

"W-what are you?" he backed to the corner, the shadow nearing him.

'You don't have to feel any more sadness~' the shadow reached out a wobbly hand and stroked his cheek.

The boy yelped and his eyes went wide in terror. He slapped the hand away and held his cheek as if he was burned, "W-what d-do you want? G-get away from me!"

'Allen~ I just want to help you~ come to me~' the shadow took out another hand and embraced the trembling boy.

The dark haired student had enough of it and walked out of his hideout, "Oi!"

The shadow looked up, and he could've sworn that he saw the creepy white grin on its face grow impossibly larger. He cursed and walked toward them, taking out his wand, "Get away from him, you creepy stalker."

The shadow eyed his wand and floated away from the white haired boy, sneering dangerously, "This boy will be mine~' it whispered and disappeared.

The teen stood for a moment with the wand ready to attack the shadow if it would appear again, before tucking it back and rushing to the still boy. He grabbed his shoulders.

"Oi, are you alright?" he said and shook them lightly. The pale head lolled to his shoulder and the white bangs revealed a bright red scar going down his cheek.

The dark haired student froze, and slowly, as in a trance, traced carefully the scar, from the pentagram on the forehead to the drop end on the corner of his mouth. While stroking the smooth skin, he took notice that the boy was unconscious.

Snapping from his trance, he clicked his tongue and gazed around and unsurprisingly hadn't found anyone, as it was still the middle of classes. That did remind him that he had just missed a class with his house head, not good at all. Well, nothing he can do about this now, he lifted the boy unto a bridal style and turned the other way and rushed to the hospital wing.

"What happened to him this time?" Madam Pomfrey sighed and took the boy from his grip. He unconsciously reached to grab him back, but Madam Pomfrey slapped his hand but smiled at him.

"Its okay, my boy. He's safe here," she laid the white haired student on one of the white beds. He took notice on how the bed's sheets seemed to swallow him with their paleness, only the bright red scar shining to confirm his presence. He caught a sight of bloodied gloves under the boy's robes. Strange, for what reason a kid need gloves for?

He glared at the head-nurse, "What do you mean, 'this time'?" she sighed.

"At the first week, he'd visit the hospital wing almost every day. He was full of bruises and cuts, but when I asked him what happened, he just shook his head and said that he angered one of the creatures at the forbidden forest.

I wanted him to be able to have a normal day for once, so I taught him some healing spells. Surprisingly, he'd picked it up fast and for the rest of the month I didn't see him. So what happened, my boy? I don't see any injuries, but he seems to be in shock."

"First of all, I'm not your 'boy'," the student grumbled. "My name is Kanda. Secondly, he was bullied."

A faint gasp escaped the usually calm school nurse's lips, "Bullying? He was bullied?"

He nodded, "And it doesn't seem to be the first time either. As for the shock, I think it was from this creepy shadow stalker…"

"Shadow stalker?" the head-nurse looked up and glared at him. "You mean as a shadow with white holes for eyes and mouth hovering upon someone?"

"Yes? You know of it?"

"A dark spirit, capable of possessing the strongest of heart. At most times, it goes after those who have special gifts." He fell quiet, and she continued, "The last time it had happened, a girl went berserk and used her gift to control trees for killing numerous victims. This is really bad. I'll notice the headmaster about this."

She placed the blankets over the sleeping boy and placed her hands on her hips, sending a severe gaze at Kanda.

"I'll be going now, so stay here and do not leave. I will give you a notice later for your house head."

Kanda nodded and she exited the room. The dark haired student sat on the first year's bed, next to his figure and scanned him.

'He looks tense,' he traced with the back of his fingers over the plump cheeks and the scarred forehead and was glad that the boy's tense wrinkles soothed out and the face turned from strained to peaceful. This way he looked much cuter, the white hair making him seem almost like an angel.

He remembered the boy's words before the shadow's appearance and wondered what he meant by 'safer'. Did something happen to him while the dark lord was in power? He narrowed his eyes in distaste at the thought, how unsightly for adults to chase after children for nothing.

Now… for this student's name… this shadow had called him 'Allen'. He can't remember what Professor McGonagall had called him… a moan startled him and he looked up to see the boy, Allen? squeeze his eyes before silver eyes fluttered open.

"How do you feel?" he retracted his hand before the boy's haze has cleared and he blinked confusingly at him.

"Umm… where am I?" he whispered again.

Can this boy only whisper?

"Why are you whispering? No one is here," he rolled his eyes.

The first year looked down and muttered, "I am sorry."

He developed an annoyed twitch, "Don't apologize, idiot, just talk normally."

The sheets ruffled as the boy shifted in his place. Kanda raised an eyebrow as he saw the boy trying to get up.

"You know you're not allowed to get out of the bed, aren't you?" the boy flinched and looked down.

"I…" the white haired fidgeted with the sheets. "Umm… thank you for bringing me here. You're the one that watched me before that scary spirit showed up, aren't you?" he still was quieter than what he thought he can speak with, but he seemed more spirited than before. But something was bothering him, especially when he caught a glimpse of bloodied gloves once again. Didn't the head nurse pull them out already? Why does he need gloves for, anyway?

"Che, trying to avoid the question? And yes, I was the one who had brought you here."

"My name is Allen Walker," was the reply.

"And why should I care, Beansprout? And you're still avoiding the question," the twitch worsened in his temple.

"Beansprout?" he swore he'd heard annoyance in his voice. He smirked, maybe this will kick into him some backbone.

"Yes, a beansprout! Got any problem with that?" the white haired student glared at him, silver eyes twinkling with anger.

"My name is Allen! I had just told you that, you moron."

"So the Beansprout can insult? I'm impressed," he teased and enjoyed the frown forming on his face, or more likely, a pout.

"I am not insulting you, I am merely pointing out a fact," the first year seethed at him, "and I am still growing up! One day, I'll pass you and you will regret ever saying what you had said now."

"Unless you will find a spell for growing extremely tall over-night, I don't see how you'll surpass me," the smirk grew and the frown/pout deepened.

At this moment, Madam Pomfrey entered the hospital again, with a frown on her face. The two students noticed her arriving and quieted down, Allen on the bed and Kanda sat down on a chair next to the bed.

The school nurse looked at them before the frown faded, leaving the usual calm face she had. She fixed her dress and took out her wand, playing with it.

"How do you feel, Mr. Walker?" Allen tilted his head and smiled.

"I fell very well, thanks for you, Madam Pomfrey." Kanda looked at him in surprise and his awe intensified when he saw a faint blush on the serious face.

"Mr. Kanda," she turned to him, arms folded with the wand sticking out from her right fist. She had some bad news, he knew by experience, "I ran a check with the headmaster on dark spirits. It seems that here is only one dark spirit existing every generation, very much like a phoenix."

"So what is he doing here, in Hogwarts? I thought that it was the safest place in the wizard's world!"

"A dark spirit is different," she shook her head. "But I cannot give a good explanation. I will send you two to the headmaster, as he requested to see the two of you anyhow."

Kanda nodded and glanced at the younger student, noting the slight glee reflecting in his eyes. That had slightly confused him, does he likes the idea of having a dark spirit stalker and having to go to the headmaster? This boy is getting weirder and weirder by the moment.

"Just rest here for the night and head to the headmaster tomorrow. It is Saturday tomorrow anyway."

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey," Allen bowed his head to her and turned to Kanda. "And thank you, too. You should go back to your dorm… um… I'd just noticed… what your name, sir is?" he blinked and smiled at him.

"Che, don't be so polite, Beansprout. You will get wrinkles, idiot."

Allen looked down, pouting and muttered, "Was just asking a question, you moron."

"Kanda Yu."

"Huh?" he looked up in surprise.

"Che, my name, idiot," he folded his arms. "Call me Kanda."

"I-I see… good day, Kanda," he smiled at him.

Kanda just rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, leaving a bewildered first year behind him.

At the great hall, Lavi was running away from the glowering Asian student. He stopped and turned to the Asian, "Where were you, Yu?" Lavi ducked as a wand almost got stuck into his eye. Kanda growled at him, "Would you quit it with my name? I told you not to call me that, stupid rabbit." He fell to his place on the Gryffindor table, scanned the table and smacked himself internally for looking for a certain white haired idiot first year student.

"But really, where were you?" a long dark-green haired girl stood next to him on the Gryffindor table, pulling some stares to her exposed legs. Her robes were hiding an extremely short skirt that got her some detentions with their house head, too bad she didn't like rules anyway. Glancing suspiciously at him, she smiled innocently at him with a dark aura behind her, "Professor McGonagall was furious when she had found out that you were not there. And it is very rare for you to miss a class, especially transfiguration. Now spit it out."

Kanda sighed wearily, "Just saw a white first year getting bullied by some year-mates."

Lavi's eyes grew wide and he choked, "White? You mean as white hair?"

"Yes?" what was wrong with the red idiot?

"His name is Allen?"

"Yes… Why?"

"I met him on the train," he smiled. "And he seemed like the kid to store a lot of secrets in him," he grimaced. "I had the honor to face his fist when I woke him up. And let me tell you, this kid knows how to punch."

Kanda smirked, who cares about secrets? He has more respect for him after hearing that he punched the stupid rabbit.

"So that's where you got your black eye from!" Lenalee snickered, and Lavi blushed.

"It was a surprise attack, it is not my fault!" he whined.

"Che, I have to admit this boy is more tolerable after I heard this," he folded his arms and wondered why the hell the Beansprout didn't fight back if he can land these kind of punches on a fourth year student.

Lenalee eyed him and smiled, "You grew a soft spot for him, Kanda?"

"Che, as if."

"I knew it," she giggled and got another glare from him and smiled at him.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Lavi interrupted their interaction. Lenalee and Kanda turned to him with questioning faces, "Did you say he was bullied?" Lenalee's eyes widened up in horror.

"Bullied?" she asked weakly. When Kanda nodded, she grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him furiously, "And you didn't do anything? How could you?"

Kanda didn't flinch, but was irritated, "Didn't do anything?! I came there just at the moment they'd left."

Lenalee stopped shaking him and let him go. He sat back on his place at the table, scowling at her. She looked down, "I-I'm sorry, but still…"

"I just brought him to the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey held me there as she went out for a while, happy?"

Lavi pulled a mock serious face, "There must have been a reason that made you help him, Yu. After all, the last time you helped someone, was because the student was insulting you."

Kanda blinked at Lavi and Lenalee beckoning him to tell them and sighed, "Che, I'm not telling you, so scramble."

"Kanda… please… we need to know," Lenalee pleaded.

"No."

"Lavi J. Bookman and Lenalee Lee," professor Filtwick interrupted their conversation. The three wizards turned to him, and being shorter than them even though they were sitting made them look lower.

"Yes, professor Filtwick?" Lenalee smiled at him.

"You know that none house mates cannot sit at the same table," he whacked their knees with his wand. "Now go back to your house table."

Lavi and Lenalee looked at each other before nodding to Filtwick, waving to Kanda and returning back to the Ravenclaw table.

Professor Filtwick eyed Kanda and waved his wand. Kanda scowled as a letter landed in his lap.

"Better read this quickly, Mr. Kanda. Professor McGonagall won't be happy to see your absence again," he chuckled and went back to the teacher table.

Kanda sighed in relief and picked up the letter. The letter carried the headmaster's signature and seal of the order of the phoenix.

Now he was curious as to why Dumbledore sent him something to do with the order.

The old man's fault? He shook his head. His adoptive father was in the order against the dark lord until a year ago, when Harry Potter 'killed' him. Che, how lame, the dark lord got beaten by a mere baby? And he was the one who basically ruined his life? He couldn't believe it. He gritted his teeth, everyone he knew either had someone killed just because they didn't want to go on that psychopath's side or went to the dark lord's side and became twisted. And this boy, who knew nothing about their suffering in the war, is going to get all the glory for doing nothing but cry. He wanted to puke.

A new thought interfered with his line of thought. Now that he thought of this, what was Beansprout's life under the dark lord's terror? Was he on his side, or against it? Did he know someone who had died? Or was he sheltered enough to be ignorant about the world around it, being a Muggle-born?

The seal's touch brought him back to reality and he shook his head, taking out the folded page and unfolded it.

'Dear Mr. Kanda.

Please report to the headmaster's office at 2:00 p.m.

Please do appear on time.

The password is: Lemon drop.

Do not show this to anyone else.

Thank you,

Minerva McGonagall,

Head of Gryffindor's house.'

Oh, well… he hid the letter in his robe and stood abruptly in his place. Some year mates looked at him, but looked away as he stared at them. He grimaced and exited the great hall.

He stood in front of a griffin statue and stared at it, 'Is this the place?'

Between former fourth years several years ago, there was a rumor that the griffin statue hid a staircase behind it, leading to the headmaster's bedroom.

Well, that was until Andrew McCall, a sixth year Slytherin student, was called to the headmaster. Then, they had found out that it was in fact the office of Dumbledore.

That led for a series of attempts of Lavi and a Hufflepuff girl named Christine Dean to get inside the office, hence the order to 'Don't tell anyone about the password.'

Kanda had to swallow a chuckle. Lavi and the girl were punished so hard, that Lavi didn't talk back to him for the rest of that year. Too bad that at the end of year he went back to same old annoying stupid rabbit.

"Lemon drop," the statue turned to reveal staircase going up. He hopped to the stairs and looked at the entrance as the hole disappeared from his sight. Something white had caught his sight, but when he had turned to see what it was, it vanished.

He shook his head and jumped from the stairs, now going back down, and approached two big wooden doors. He knocked on the wooden surface and stepped back to the door opening inwards.

Albus Dumbledore sat behind a desk on a platform stacked with weird items. Hell… the whole room was filled with weird things… is that a phoenix?

"Hello, my boy," he turned back to the headmaster, who sat on his chair, amused. "I'm glad you made it in time, I was ready to send Minerva to call you."

He noticed professor McGonagall standing next to the desk, her usual stern face is clouded.

Kanda strode to the stairs in front of the platform before stopping and looking at them, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh," the headmaster laughed. "You didn't nothing wrong, my boy. The opposite, I wanted to thank you for taking care of little Allen back and reporting to Madam Ponfrey about the bullying going around in my school."

He felt that there was something else to be said, but had to be polite, so he just nodded.

"You want to ask something?" how did he know...?

"Yes… do you have something else to tell me? Because it doesn't feel like you'd brought me here only to be thanked. If you did, you could've just told me in post or send one of the teachers to tell me."

"How observant," Dumbledore clapped, eyes twinkling in unknown feeling. McGonagall nodded, her cloud dissipating a bit with pride sneaking in. Kanda felt like they were mocking him and frowned.

"I did want to ask you something," he turned his attention back to him, seeing a stern face on the usually smiling old wizard.

"I need you to ask Allen Walker something."

Huh? "Pardon me?"

"To be more precise, I need you to get some information from the boy."

"W-why?" damn, why did he stutter? More importantly, why do they want to interrogate a first year kid? And why Kanda?

"Because I believe that he has something that the dark lord wanted," the head master sounded more and more crazy…

"But he's a mere child!" he called in disbelief. "Not to mention that I have no idea why me, I mean, Lavi is a much more qualified option than me."

He got a serious glare from Dumbledore, "Maybe he's a child, but he was chased by Voldemort himself for some reason. And I chose you because you're the only one who'd saved him from the bullying from what I heard from Madam Pomfrey."

Kanda looked up in anger, "You knew about the bullying and didn't try to help him? Who cares if he was chased by you-know-who? He's dead and the war is over! I can't believe your adults, always thinking about yourselves more than the suffering children under your care!" he was spouting fire at him, literary. His wand responded to his anger and released some fire from its tip.

Dumbledore face softened, "I did not know about the bullying until today, my boy. But I did tell the house heads to tell their students that if I see one more act of bullying, the student will be expelled. Do not worry, my boy, I just want to ensure little Allen's safety. We do not know if the death eaters are aware of the dark lord's seemingly obsession with him. But if they do, we need to take precautions to protect little Allen."

Kanda let out a breath he didn't know he kept inside, so they do want to keep their students' safety and will not accept bullying in the school.

"Thank you, headmaster."

Dumbledore laughed, "Your welcome, my boy. Now, would you do this?"

Kanda pondered a bit, he was a little bit curious about Beansprout. And if he'll do this mission, he'll also be able to be close to him and protect him from the bullies…

But why did he even care about his safety? Damn, Lenalee was right, he did develop a soft spot for the scrawny glutton student.

For some reason, the word 'Mission' and 'Beansprout' together stirred something within him. Like a string of something he knew before but now was slipping from his fingers every time he'd tried to grab them. This alone had made him more frustrated than anything else, so this was the only reason he would…

"Fine, I'll do it."

He shook his head before Dumbledore could say something, "But I'll not do it right away, so don't except something this year. I want him to trust me first before telling me anything, I do not want him to tell me just because I'd saved him."

Dumbledore smiled and McGonagall just nodded, "I didn't expect otherwise, my boy. I know this boy, and he's very strong, but very fragile as well. Be ware, Mr. Kanda, this boy has a large shadow on his toes and in his heart. Protect him well, Mr. Kanda."

Kanda nodded and exited the room, going down the griffon's statue and rushing back to his dorms.

Professor McGonagall surveyed Dumbledore with a worried glance, "Are you sure about this, Dumbledore?"

He hung his head, "This is the only way, Minerva. Kanda Yu is right, Allen Walker is only a mere boy."

"But-"

"Minerva." she closed her mouth and went to the door. She placed a palm on the door and turned her face to him.

"I hope that you know what you are doing, Dumbledore. After all, Mr. Walker is still my student and I would appreciate for him to stay safe and sound."

"I know, good night, Minerva."

"Good night," she exited the office.

A pale silhouette inhaled in, his back pressed to the wooden door. Gray eyes blinked tears and the shape disappeared when Kanda opened the doors. Pale fingers clenching to pillar next to the griffin as black robes fluttered and the eyes clenched in hurt before the silhouette shifted away.

Kanda almost ran dwon the corridors in frustration, almost. What the headmaster is thinking to himself? How can he ask him to spy on a kid? Even if he was right and the dark lord did chase after Beansprout before his fall, it would make no sense to put the kid through more trouble and pain.

But it was very strange, the Beansprout was only like what, Nine-ten years old when he fell? Then why did the dark lord chase him, and by himself,none the less? Did the boy have something that the dark lord didn't want his royal dogs to know about?

He slowed to walk, glaring at the kids passing him by, making them tremble and rush away from him.

He sighed and continued to stomp his way to Gryffindor tower, where he took his herbology books and hurried down to the greenhouse. He really didn't want to repeat the incident with the Beansprout, so he went with the students' flow and didn't look to his sides, hoping that for once, nothing strange will happen to him.

Too bad that lady luck has some grudge with him, because at the next moment, he collided with a familiar boy.

The crowd immediately scurried away, praying for the poor soul to be saved and went to their own respective classes.

"What are you doing here, Beansprout?" the white haired boy looked up with wide eyes and he caught a glimpse of a passing fear replaced with a bright smile.

"Kanda! I was looking everywhere for you!"

"And why were you looking for me?" he was fuming, here went his peaceful time. "You know that Madam Pomfrey had told you to stay in the hospital wing for the rest of the night."

Allen looked baffled for a second before shaking his head, "I was bored, so I decided to go back to classes. But I realized that I didn't repay you back for what you've done for me. What can I do to repay for your kindness?" he looked hopeful.

"No need to, I was just doing something anyone else will do," a blush crept to his cheeks. He had never been thanked like this before, mainly because he didn't anything to deserve a 'thank you'. But this… this felt nice…

A cloud passed Allen's features, "No, Kanda… no one else did this kind of thing for me before."

Shit. He had forgotten about the kid's predicament.

"I am sorry."

"It is okay."

"Che, are you sure you want to do something in return? I don't really care about this kind of shit."

Allen chuckled, "I am sure, Kanda."

Kanda rolled his eyes, but then saw that no one was around…

"Shit, we're late to class."

Allen gasped as he, too, caught wind of the missing crowd, "I need to go." He bowed to him, "Thank you very much for anything, I'll talk to you at dinner, goodbye."

He turned and sprint down the hall, to the direction of the charms' class.

Kanda stood there for a few moments before snapping back to reality and rushing to the greenhouse.

Allen stopped in his place and turned around to where Kanda was there just a moment ago.

He covered his face and felt tears prickling down his cheeks. He didn't tell Kanda, but he followed him to the headmaster office. How he knew about that when he wasn't even at the great hall when Kanda received his letter? He saw him rushing somewhere in panic when he sneaked out of the hospital wing earlier and followed him, ending him up in front of the headmaster room, listening to the conversation between him and Kanda.

He felt a little bit cheated when Dumbledore asked someone to spy on him, the word 'Spy' and 'No trust' stirred something painful in him again and he clenched his teeth and fisted his palms over his face.

He knows that he wants to protect him, but he doesn't like people getting close to him for information. At least Kanda sounded upset of the thought of spying on someone.

Actually, he just wanted to thank Kanda for standing up for him. That's why he was looking for him now.

Oh well… he should get to class now…

He dried his face, muttering a spell to erase any trace of tears or redness in his face and continued to his charm class.


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p.s. please review and tell me if i made mistakes...

p.s.s. Allen is still a child, so he does have mood swings in some way. so he won't hurt people, but he will show his strength sometimes. just don't kill me for making his character so weak in some way, he'll be our beloved Allen soon enough, i think... you know what? never mind, wait 'till the future chapters.

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