so i actually am changing the story way too different than before so i decided to already post something so here you go, enjoy.

i'm still planning to make this story a mass tragedy, share your thoughts.

guest reply: i read your comment and then reread the chapter and i can honestly say that i have never been more horrified to read something of mine. you are right, i did made them way too OOC. i tried to reason that they are kids, but then i remembered that Allen is 14, close to what he was in the anime, not the child of 11 i still see when i write him, so i have to return and change the last chapter. i'm so embarrassed of myself.
hopefully this chapter will make it up for you.

(give me a break. i just read all the story from the start to remember what i was doing and noticed so many plot holes and mistakes so i might rewrite the first arc as well. not to mention that i am away from any internet or computers for four days a week since i am in the army and writing on a paper make me really annoyed since it is sloppier and overall worse, making me believe that i am a terrible writer [which i am, but that's off topic].)

i'm sooooo~~~ tired~~~~

i don't own d gray man nor harry potter (especially the text chunks i took from the book for this chapter).

enjoy and please tell how to make this story better for you guys.


Chapter III - Betrayal and Decision

They woke up the next day to see all Durmstrang's students putting their names into the goblet, the fire sucking the parchments in.

Allen didn't do much but sneer a bit at Hufflepuff two year students giggling as they put their names as well. They looked at him perplexedly before going away timidly.

"I can't seem to understand why everyone regarding this death tournament like a game," Allen sat down angrily and stabbed the eggs with his fork.

"Those poor eggs, you shouldn't torture food, Allen," Dean said.

"Do I look like I give a damn?" Allen snarled at him, making the sandy haired student back away. Beatrice woke up from the disturbance and took one look at the two before understanding what happened.

"You should calm down, Allen. You're taking it out on innocent beings," She patted his back.

"Thank you, my dear~" Dean chirped.

He got a glare before it was dulled by a yawn. "I wasn't talking about you, Dean. I was talking about the eggs."

Dean pouted and looked a bit upset.

"Sorry, Dean," Allen smiled apologetically at him. "I just don't want to think what would happen if a second year wizard will get selected."

"I don't think they'll qualify even if they wanted," Kanda sat next to Allen, scowling.

"Why?"

"Because they are stupid, ignorant, cowards, and unworthy of competing inside the contest."

"Ouch, harsh," Dean flinched. "I feel like you're talking about old us three years ago."

"And maybe I do? What would you say then, stupid dog?" Kanda smirked.

"Stop calling me stupid dog!"

"Stop fighting you two, seriously," Alice and Eric sat down, the former glaring exasperatedly at them. "I thought it was Allen and Kanda's job to fight each other, not you two."

"Obviously Allen hates Dean right now, so he told his boyfriend to be an arse to him," Eric chuckled darkly.

Dean gone pale. "Why did you have to remind Allen of that?"

"Who said I forget?" Allen cackled.

Kanda rolled his eyes and pointed his knife very close to Dean's nose. "You make another bet on us, and you're dead~! Is that clear?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Fine, you're dismissed," Kanda smirked.

Allen laughed. "Kanda has your life in his hands, seeing he's your captain and all."

"Who would want to have his puny life in his hands?" Said teen snorted.

"Hey!" Dean was red. "You have no right to laugh at me, that's really not nice."

"Sorry, Dean. But messing with us is messing with fate. Sorry, lad, but that's life," Allen happily chirped with dark aura rising in the background. The sandy head sweat dropped and the others just sighed, knowing that the boy will perish sooner or later.

"Halo." They looked up to see a student wearing Durmsrang's robes hovering over them. The teen had blond short hair and pale skin. His blue eyes hidden behind very long bangs.

"Hello?" Allen and Eric said in unison, exchanging snorts at the timing.

"My name is Warren Gottschalk... It is… very nice… to meet you," He smiled, reaching out his hand.

Allen looked at it for a moment before smiling as well and shaking the hand. "My name is Allen Walker, it is very nice to meet you too."

The German's face lit in realization. "So you're Dumbledore's god grandchild?"

"Huh?" Allen was baffled. He did remember him mentioning that for that robes maker three years ago… "He only referred to me like that only once as a joke, I think…"

Warren jumped in joy and shook his hand harder. "Oh, our headmaster and your headmaster were talking about you once and I overheard him mentioning that he had taken a child to be his god grandfather named Allen Walker."

Allen's face colored red. "I-I never knew he thought of me like that."

"You're so lucky, Allen! I guess it means he's on our side," Alice said happily. She took the blond teen's hand and shook it as well. "My name is Alice Tempest, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too," He smiled politely.

Alice pointed to the members of the group. "This is Dean and Beatrice. They're an item so don't go for sleeping beauty. This is Eric, Bea's twin. This is Kanda, Allen's guy. You hurt Allen a bit, Kanda will chase you until the ends of the world to kill you painfully." She smirked, clearly amused at the scene forming in her mind.

Warren paled a bit but nodded to Kanda, nervous to approach him. "Nice to meet you."

"Che, whatever."

"Kanda, don't be like this," Allen punched him lightly on the shoulder. "You have to be respectable to foreigners. Isn't it what you Japanese folk follow?"

"Shut up, who said I have to be nice? I was raised at Britain, not Japan."

"Blimy, you seriously need some classes in determining your true background."

"What the hell? Who cares, Walker?"

"Can't you call me Allen for once?"

"No."

"Urgggggh…"

Warren stared at them as he sat down. "I thought they were together, weren't they?"

He got giggles and wriggling brows in response. "What's so funny?"

"That question!" Alice rolled in giggles, confusing him further. "I haven't heard this question in like… ever! Lad, you're good!"

Warren flushed, completely embarrassed until Alice calmed down and apologized to him.

"You see… they were always like this… I guess this is the only way for them to communicate, here look."

Warren turned to where Eric's finger was pointing and was surprised to see them eating with soft smiles, bumping shoulders.

"This was the same thing Lenalee and Lavi told me when I met Kanda," Dean smiled nostalgically at the scene. At Warren's raised brow he shrugged. "Oh, they are from Ravenclaw. They are our friends so you'll see them hanging by our table sometimes."

"Oh. Speak of the devil!" Alice proclaimed and they turned to see the redhead and the pig-tailed girl approach them. As they neared, the duo noticed the German and waved him in greeting. Warren nodded back politely.

"So what's up?" Lavi grinned as he flopped on the bench, forcing Allen and Kanda apart, and earning him a death glare from the latter while the former just sighed and wondered how the redhead would die this time. Lenalee shook her head with a smile and sat at the other side of the ebony-haired teen, filling a cup with herbal tea.

Warren regarded them for a while and then smiled warmly. "So did anyone of you are trying to the tournament?"

Kanda and Allen exchanged dark gazes, making the German's eyebrows rise up in question even though he didn't look particularly surprised, which raised the dark-haired wizard suspicion.

Beatrice eyed them, biting her lip in deep thought even though her eyes were drooping.

"Allen won't let us," Dean pouted, missing the exchange between them. "He thinks that he's our father or something like this."

"Actually, I would say Kanda is the father and Allen is the mother," Eric said.

"I am not!" Said boy seethed. "But I'm certainly won't let you step into the competition. It's too dangerous and I don't want to even to look at it."

"But maybe it would be fun?" The air around Kanda grew tense, making Warren shudder.

"No bloody way. The minute I heard death-toll, it was off the list. No one I care about is getting into this stupid contest."

"What would you do if you'll be chosen?" Warren asked hesitantly. Kanda suddenly had the urge to grab his wand and his eyes narrowed. What is this kid's deal?

Allen's eyes turned a bit dark.

"I would tell them that a mistake fell and I did not want any part with their whims," Allen folded his arms. "Why?"

"Because I heard that one year, they made one student do it by putting his name without his knowledge into the goblet."

Allen's eyes grew wide and he snapped his head to the goblet, as if going to see someone putting his name into the dreaded goblet. Kanda silently took out his wand and made sure that the German would feel prick of the tip against his ribs. Blue eyes slightly widened and looked down into suspicious dark eyes.

The message was clear; you're not touching him.

"I'm not entering it, and that's final!" Allen snarled. "Please… let's not talk about it, okay?" He forced a smile at Warren.

"I'm sorry…"

The white-head calmed down and nodded. "It's okay, you were curious. I'm just sensitive to the subject of wars and death."

"But this is not a war," The words just slipped from the blond's mouth and the wand dug deeper. Warren bit his lip and eyed the raven haired teen.

"Not at first glance," Allen sighed. "How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Like me then. You'll see what I mean soon."

"He's not joking." The wand disappeared and Warren saw Kanda taking his chopsticks in his hands, feigning innocence at Allen questioning look.

"What do you m—" Kanda pointed his chopsticks at the German with the same message as before. The group looked at the ebony-haired teen curiously, wondering why he is so hostile to the newcomer.

"War is a competition that will end up drawing blood. This tournament, for many decades, drew more than just blood. Therefore, it is a war." And I will not let you drag Allen into it, was left unsaid between the blond and the raven.

"Kanda…"

"Just shut up all of you and eat, I need to do my assignments," He quickly finished what was left in his bowl and rose up, giving the German one last glare.

Allen perked up. "I'll go with you!"

Kanda begrudgingly smirked. "Do what you want, idiot."

After Kanda and Allen exited the hall, with the teen dragging the elder outside, the group bid Warren goodbye and strolled outside as well.

Warren looked at them disappearing out of the door and turned to the goblet, taking out a slip of a parchment with a blank face, knowing he was doomed.

"I'm sorry, Allen, Kanda, but orders are orders," He stood before goblet and murmured something before slipping the slip into the fire. The fire turned silver a bit and flickered a bit before turning to normal.

His eyes flickered gold before turning blue again. "Now… what will you do, God's favorite child?"

He turned and left the Great Hall.


Allen sat next to Kanda on their usual spot by the lake after they separated from the group. Allen looking a bit haunted and Kanda glancing at him, mentally vowing to kill Warren later for worrying Allen like that.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel like Warren was trying to say something… like he knows that something will happen tonight," Allen shuddered and let his long white bangs cover his eyes, hiding his expression from the other wizard. "I don't like it."

"Don't worry. He probably made all that up, because I never heard of an incident like that," Kanda huffed at him and ruffled his white locks. "It'll be fine," He flicked his forehead.

Allen blushed and pouted at him. "Would you stop teasing me?"

"Teasing you? You must be imagining things," An amused brow rose.

"Then why won't you kiss me?"

Kanda blinked, his mouth stretching into a smirk. "What are you talking about?"

"The last time you… kissed me… was at that time," Allen flushed but still glared at him.

"Do you want one now?"

"H-h-huh?"

"Idiot."

Allen pouted and leaned forward to plant a small kiss on the other's lips. Kanda smiled and pressed back, caressing the petite boy's face.

"You're mean." Allen rested his head in Kanda's shoulder, sighing in relief.

"Only to you," Kanda rolled his eyes and patted his hair. "I'm just a bit nervous."

"Hm? Why?"

"Because this is all new to me," The raven teen looked away, cheeks slightly coloring. "I never had someone this close to me. Even Alma wasn't this close and look what happened," At that the elder teen turned grim.

"I know it is new, but I thought that after three years… I guess I just don't know you as well as I thought I do," Allen smiled warmly at him, hoping to distract him.

"Che, I just don't like people."

"And that is a fact."

"Who's teasing who now?" Kanda smirked.

Allen smirked as well and tackled Kanda to the ground. This has started a friendly brawl of tackling and rolling around, both laughing and shouting at each other.

After a while, they lay on the ground, panting and splaying on the floor.

"T-that w-was fun~" Allen panted and turned to look at Kanda with shining eyes.

"Y-yes~" Kanda's eyes were warm.

Allen rolled on his side and stare at Kanda, his hands playing with his now waist-length hair. "You have beautiful hair, Kanda."

"Che."

"You're welcome, dear."

"Don't call me dear, Walker."

"Why not?" Allen made big puppy eyes and sent them at Kanda. "I want to show my love to you."

Kanda felt unnerved by the gaze and looked away with a blush. "Because it's stupid."

"How about darling, then?"

"No."

"How about…?"

"How about just calling me Yu like you already do?" Kanda snapped. "No one calls me that."

"Okay, Yu~!" Allen giggles. "Blimy, you're easy to tease."

"S-shut up!" Kanda growled at him, face red. Allen grinned and pecked him on the nose before getting up and pulling him to return back to the castle.

Kanda sighed, but complied and ran after the white head back to the castle, their hands intertwined.


The group entered the hall a bit late, and was shocked that it was so full for dinner.

"Can I go upstairs? I didn't put my name in it, so obviously I won't be in," Allen muttered annoyingly as they sat down.

"Can't you stop whining a bit about this? We know you hate it, just bear with it a bit more," Kanda snapped.

"Sorry…"

"It's okay, just stop it."

The others laughed, but Beatrice was looking at the goblet, which was removed from his place and relocated on the teachers' table in front of the headmaster's chair with an almost haunted look and the laughter quickly died down.

"Wonder who it will be?" Alice jumped in her place, too excited to sit down calmly.

"I hope it's someone from Gryffindor," Dean said. "Like Kanda."

"No way! They won't take Yu," Allen yanked said teen's arm, scowling at Dean.

"Stop that, you're acting like a child," Kanda sighed.

Allen stuck his tongue out. "But I am one~"

"Che, just calm down. I'm not going to be chosen so just take control of your emotions."

"Sorry… you won't leave me, right?"

"Whatever, don't worry."

Allen inwardly was a bit glad, but he felt dreadful and needed to take it out because it was bubbling so much in him that he won't be able to contain it behind his mask much longer.

"I don't feel well," He murmured into Kanda's arm.

After a moment of silence he added, "I have a bad feeling."

"I'm dreading this. Please… can we go?" Kanda groaned and turned to glare at the younger teen only to pause when he saw the boy's pale skin even paler with a shin of sweat covering it. It was more serious than he had thought.

"You know we can't. It'll be fine. Just stay like this and think of other things," Kanda said in concern.

"Like how we avoided the order?"

"Yes, that's a good one."

"Oh, it was... interesting while it lasted…" Allen drifted off a bit with a frown on his face.

Kanda grimaced, his face slightly contorted into worry and fear. He played with the white locks and tried to calm down himself. What Warren said this morning had affected him more than he had let on. He didn't want to lose Allen ever again, but this tournament feels like it's going to do the exact thing he dreads of.

"I don't want to lose you ever again, Allen. I'm going to protect you until my last breath," He muttered into his hair.

"And I'm going to watch your back as well, jerkanda," Allen smiled at him, pressing his lips to Kanda's arm.

"Stop that," He said harshly, but his voice lacked the ordering tone, so Allen ignored him and kept burrowing into his warmth.


At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state, the group noting how Allen didn't touch his food. There was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. The two last wizards whom Allen had no idea who they were, seeing he didn't listen the night before to the introductions, also stood at both sides of the old wizard.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," Said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" - he indicated the door behind the staff table - "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it. At once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semi-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall.

The sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost blinded Allen's eyes and he buried his face into Kanda's arm, whimpering a bit. The group watched him worryingly.

Everyone watched, waiting. . . . A few people kept checking their watches. . .

"Come on…" Dean kept mumbling under his breath, hating the tension that was so thick, he could taste it.

The flames inside the goblet all of the sudden turned bright red. Sparks began to fly from it, scaring most of the students.

At the next moment, a swirl of flame shot into the air, and a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had returned to their eerie blue-white color.

"The champion for Durmstrang," He read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Archard Fleischer."

The students clapped and cheered loudly as a big sixth year teen with wide shoulders and muddy blonde hair and pale skin stood up. He walked toward the teacher's table. Karkaroff patted his back with pride. Archard awkwardly smiled at him and disappeared behind the door.

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," Said Dumbledore, "is Monique Chevalier!"

A seventh year beautiful girl with Mediterranean features and mocha hair and skin stood up and swiftly moved to the door, passing gracefully a proud Madam Maxime.

When Monique Chevalier too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next...

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment, his eyes hardening.

Allen stiffened.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Allen walker!"

"NO!" Allen roared, making the whole hall jump from the grief embedded into the cry.

"Come, Allen."

"No way!" Allen stood up, slamming his hands to the table. "I haven't even applied my name into the damn goblet."

Silence fell as Dumbledore glared harshly at the boy, who was sending his own deadly glare at him.

"Language, Mr. Walker. Now come here."

"Listen to me!" Allen left his place and pointed accusingly at the goblet, "Someone put my name into that goblet. I never wanted any part of this craziness, so leave me out of this and choose someone else."

"Allen walker, get here this instance!" The headmaster's voice was so angry and commanding, Allen quieted down, still seething, and walked to the door, growling.

"I want out, now!" He said before disappearing.

The whole crowd was in silence.

Kanda was growing angrier and angrier every moment that was passing, how could they cheat and make Allen participate in this when clearly he didn't want a part of that?

The group was staring with wide eyes, too shocked to think of something or to protest.

Dumbledore looked back at the crowd and smiled as if nothing happened merely seconds ago. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real-"

"I will not stand to it!" Kanda called from his place. "There was clearly a mistake here. Allen did not let any of us put our names to protect us and he didn't want any part of that as well. So get him out of there and chose a different competitor, damn it!"

"Mr. Kanda, we will talk about it afterwards. Now, sit." Dumbledore's words were stern and final.

Kanda growled but sat down, his palms clenching into fists, his nails digging into his flesh and drawing blood.

"Now… I think it is time to bed. Everyone, chop chop!"

Everyone awkwardly piled out the hall, leaving only their group behind, sitting in dread.

Finally, after the hall cleared up completely, Dumbledore walked to them with a dark expression.

"Your behavior was truly disrespectable, Mr. Kanda."

"You can't be serious!" Kanda protested, rising up to glare at the headmaster. "You can't accept me to sit there and let them take away Walker, who clearly doesn't want anything with this, into your stupid competition and for your agenda."

The headmaster sighed and motioned them to follow him. The group looked at each other before getting up and following him.


"YU!" Allen flung himself at Kanda and buried his face into his neck as he shook, "I don't want to be here… I knew something bad would happened, I should have stayed in my bed."

Kanda held him tightly, snarling.

Eric and Dean stood before them and glared at the teachers. Beatrice and Alice went to McGonagall and talked to her with severe faces and harsh voices.

"Now what's going on here?" One of the judges said, seemingly put off with the levels of hatred pouring out of the group of kid in front of him.

"Someone put Allen's name into the goblet without his knowledge," Alice shouted. "And you guys can't even understand that?! Just what is the matter with you people?!"

"Calm down, girl," The man said. "We can't go against the goblet's choosing so the boy will have to participate."

"But he's two-three years younger than the others, he still inexperienced compared to them, you can't put in front of danger a harmless boy like him," Beatrice protested, although she perfectly knew Allen was the complete opposite of everything she had just said.

"I'm sorry, but rules are rules, young lady."

Allen shook harder and Kanda tried to sooth him. "Shh… I won't let them take you. I won't let you experience everything again."

"You sound like he's going to die," The other judge cried. "It's only a competition!"

"With a death toll!" Allen sneered at him, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. "Why do you think I didn't want to be a part of this?"

Eric and Dean growled at them, shielding Allen and Kanda. "We are not letting you endanger our friend. If he doesn't want to do this, he doesn't have to do it."

"No."

They turned to the headmasters of the three schools with the other two competitors standing behind them, looking very nervously at them.

"Allen Walker will participate in the tournament, and that's final."

"But-"
"That's final!"

Allen choked on his tears and stood up with dull eyes and gazed upon Dumbledore, betrayal etched in his voice, "I see… I'll participate."

"Excellent, the-"

"I'll participate, that's all," Allen stopped him harshly. "I'm not doing all the extra crap I have to do. I only appear for the contests and when they are finished, I take my leave."

"I see, very well, Allen," Dumbledore nod.

"Good night," Allen took Kanda's hand and led the group outside.

It was silent for a minute before footsteps alerted the room's occupants. The headmasters turned to look at a person emerging from the shadows, the other competitors forgotten. It was familiar blond that was looking at them with old blue eyes. "Was it really necessary, Professor Gottschalk?"

"Yes," Warren flickered with his wand and now the fourteen years old boy turned into a young man at his late twenties. "It's something Allen must accomplish in order to become stronger."

Everyone looked in confusion at the two. "Why are you making a student who doesn't want to be involved take a place in the tournament?"

"Because he's an essential piece for the upcoming war," Dumbledore said. "Do not speak of what you saw today to any of your friends and school mates," The other teachers jumped, having forgotten about the two students still in the room. "This is classified information, understood? Professor Gottschalk had to do this behind someone very dangerous so it's very important you won't speak of it."

"Yes."

"Good, you're dismissed."

Archard and Monique turned around and exited the room.

"So we'll have to watch out for that boy then?" Monique said to Archard.

"From old men wanting to corrupt us? Ja!" The muddy haired wizard scoffed. "I do not like their ways of dealing with us."

"I agree. Well, bonne nuit."

"Guten nacht."

They separated to their school's residencies.


Allen was a mess. He had been yelling for the past half an hour into Kanda's robes in the common room.

"I hate this! I don't want to do this," The fourteen years old boy cried.

The group was long ago dispatched to bed by Allen's request, but Kanda stayed and now was embracing him tightly.

"I know…"

"Why adults have to be so cruel to children?"

"I don't know…"

"Do you hate me for participating in the tournament?"

"Why would I? You didn't want to be in it…"

"Hold me please…"

Kanda complied with his request and tightened his embrace, burying his face into the pale shoulder.

"I love you, Allen."

"I love you, too, Yu. Don't leave me alone…"

"I won't."

Allen looked at Kanda with watery eyes. He smiled a bit before pressing his lips onto his. Kanda pressed a bit, and for a few moments, they relished in the warmness of the other's lips before separating.

"I promise everything will be fine," Kanda cupped his cheek. Allen smiled and leaned to the hand.

"Thank you so much, Yu."

"You should go to sleep," Kanda murmured to Allen's forehead before flicking it and picking Allen up.

Allen yelped, turning bright red, and demanded Kanda to put him down all the way to his room.

At the door, Allen quickly jumped from Kanda's arms, fleeing to the door. But then he paused and turned to give Kanda a faint smile.

"Good night, Yu."

"Good night, Allen."

Kanda went to his room while Allen disappeared in his.


so how was this episode? is it better than the last one?

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