I wanted to apologize for waiting so long to get this chapter out. I had a bit of writer's block, and stress from tests coming up. I'll try to be more punctual.
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING! not mine... not mine... not mine...
CHAPTER THREE
The door to the office suddenly burst open as a tall stern woman barge into the room the room in a frenzy.
"Albus, Albus!" she screeched, "Potter has gone and gotten himself in trouble with the Ministry!"
The old headmaster sighed in response, "Oh." He smiled a little. "Minerva, please contact the Weaslys. Harry's probably going to try and leave the Dursely's home, and that can't happen. Send some of the members order's to pick him up and bring him over to Grimmauld Place." He told the woman calmly.
"Yes sir," she replied quickly, leaving almost immediately to do as he asked.
The headmaster sighed again… "I have to go speak with the Ministry… I'll go over to Grimmauld Place first, I think…" He looked over to where the group of new students stood, looking over at each other in confusion and worry.
"I don't suppose that you would like to come?" He asked.
Allen sighed heavily himself, and glanced at his companions before carefully answering, "Yes, but we cannot be separated." He glanced apologetically at Dumbledore, "we just can't trust you. It's safer if we stay together." He explained.
Dumbledore agreed, because he knew the reasoning. It was the reason Harry was always with his friends. Why he had everyone in the order pair up with someone else. He just didn't understand why these children understood what their chosen couldn't.
The Minister of Magic had left discreetly after the sorting had started, but he had also left a letter sitting on the headmaster's desk. Dumbledore glanced at it in disgust, while the exorcists had been looking at it nervously, knowing it contained the instructions on what the Ministry wished to be done with them. Dumbledore looked at the exorcists for a moment, before slowly reaching over to pick the piece of parchment. He glanced at it, then at the exorcists.
They held their breath.
The letter caught fire, as its edge touched the fire.
…
"What are you doing?" Lavi asked, his eyes taking in everything, giving away nothing, silently recording in the strange world they found themselves in. "Won't that it get us in trouble?"
"Don't worry, my dear boy. You'll be fine." Dumbledore assured them, "The Minister can't do anything to my students, if it were because of an old Professor's action." He smiled merrily. "Now, time to go."
Allen watched as the headmaster searched his desk for as spare sheet of parchment and scribbling something on it. "Read this." He told the exorcists, shoving the paper under Allen's nose. "Memorize it. Don't forget it."
The group leaned over together, to read the paper.
12 Grimmauld Place
After memorizing the words, although in confusion, Dumbledore grabbed Allen's shoulder, and instructed the other's to grab onto his shoulder, if they didn't want to be left behind. They did.
With a loud crack, Allen felt as if his stomach had dropped out from under him, and he was being squeezed once again by Cross's man-eating plant, Rosalee (A/N: Is that the name of the plant that Crowley got from Cross?); a feeling much akin to being stretched through a narrow tube, before reappearing on one of London's many streets.
The exorcists couldn't help but look around as they reappeared, and were astonished at the changes that they saw. It wasn't the London that they were used to; it just went to show how far from home they really were.
"It's so different," Lenalee murmured, looking around wide eyed.
Allen silently agreed, but turned his attention to the houses in front of him. Eleven, Thirteen… Why skip twelve? He wondered.
"Remember what I showed you." Dumbledore told them. The exorcists glanced at each other in confusion, but obeyed, picturing clearly in their minds the words that Dumbledore had shown them before.
12 Grimmauld Place
12 Grimmauld Place
12 Grimmauld Place
12 Grimmauld Place.
They concentrated hard on the words, repeating it several times inside their head, putting their all into it, even if they didn't know why it would make a difference. However, the reason soon became clear, as before their eyes a house began to appear, dreary and old, but clearly numbered twelve. The exorcists stared in shock at what wasn't there before.
"Come on," said the headmaster impatiently, gesturing abruptly at the gaping exorcists to go through the doors first, unaffected by the feat that had just happened. Allen concluded that it wasn't that strange of an occurrence in the world they now found themselves in…
"Who is it?" questioned the man who opened the door. Allen looked at the man, noticing that he appeared as battle scarred as any exorcist who had fought for several years. However, no exorcist would reach the age that the man before him had. The job was just too full of danger, too… controlled. Hell, even their innocence often fought against them when it came to their own survival, especially among the parasitic type equipment exorcists. Allen, though, found what was really most astonishing about the balding, scare-faced man was not the scars that covered his face, or the blue eye that glared. No, it wasn't the blue eye, it was the metal one. The metal eye that seemed to have a life of its own, that measured the exorcists up and down; followed their every move.
The strange man's eye lit in recognition, when he saw who was standing there, "Dumbledore. I thought you would show up sooner or later. Harry is upstairs. We went to get him as soon as we got the news. We figured that you would want Harry here, so we got him before getting the orders." He glanced at the teens that stood behind the headmaster of Hogwarts. "Who are they?" he asked rudely, ignoring their presence, pretending that they weren't standing there.
"Students," Dumbledore answered, although with a good amount of warning in his tone.
"Allen Walker."
A/N: Well, here I am again. Last day of school on Monday, but then finals... So I hope that I'll be better on getting the chapters out. I want to thank everyone who reviewed on my last chapter, and give some credit to my sister, who helped me write this chapter. TOGETHER WE CAN DEFEAT THE EVIL OF WRITER'S BLOCK!