Allen occasionally visited Harry once in a while over the summer. Harry was glad to have someone from the wizarding community speak with him. The Dursleys, well Mr. Dursley, had avoided Harry. Mainly because of Allen. Besides dodging Dudley's gang, nothing else exciting happened in Harry's life. Right now, Harry and Allen are at the back of the house, sitting on the bench as they made light conversation.

"And just when I only meant 'please' but they had a rise out of that, so now I have to be careful of what I say," Harry was complaining.

Allen smiled. "Well, that's to be expected. Anything magic-related is really a taboo in that household. Oh! I better not forget about this!" Allen handed Harry an envelope.

Harry eagerly opened the letter, finding a birthday card. "Thanks, sir! You don't know how much this means to me!"

Allen tilted his head. "Don't have friends to give you cards. I expect they should have given you your cards."

Harry looked down. "No, I haven't. Maybe they aren't my friends."

"Don't think about that for one moment. They had been by your side during the whole school year. They're probably deciding what kind of cards to get for you."

"Right…" Harry looked over Allen's shoulder and stiffened. Allen turned his head to see the hedge. Allen faced Harry.

"Is something wrong, Harry?" Allen asked.

Harry shook his head. "No, nothing."

Allen stared at Harry suspiciously.

"Hey!"

They turned their heads to see a 12 year old Dudley standing there. He pointed a fat finger at Allen.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Allen smiled. "One of Harry's professors, nothing more, nothing less."

"You go to that mad school?!"

Allen hummed before replying. "It's not that mad."

"How'd you get in here?!"

"I flew over the hedge."

"You flew-?"

Allen laughed, scaring Dudley. "I like it how you believe every single word I said. No, I actually went through the front door. Harry let me in."

"I-I didn't hear the d-doorbell ring, though."

"Harry was about to go out until he saw me and he allowed me in."

"…Does my parents know you're here?"

"Nope! And they don't need to because I'm about to leave." Allen stood up. Harry looked down while Dudley looked a bit relieved.

"You are?" Harry asked.

"You have visitors coming don't you?"

"You mean my uncle has visitors."

Allen smiled again. "Right on. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go before your aunt comes." And Allen decided to play with the Dursley boy a bit as he took out his wand, murmured a charm, and disappeared out of sight.

Of course, Allen is still there, having performed the Disillusionment Charm on himself. There was no way to actually disappear unless he can Apparate, but Allen can't do so since he had no use for it.

But it was enough to scare Dudley.

"MOOOOMMMMM!" Dudley started screaming and running towards the house, to Harry and Allen's amusement.

But unfortunately, the cost of their amusement was Harry to be swiped by a soapy frying pan and forced to do manual labor. Allen hoped that Harry won't blame on him for getting him into trouble.

Allen was already far away from the house, looking at a distance. As night fell, he saw the visitors that Harry had mentioned before entering the house. Mrs. Dursley was wearing a salmon-colored cocktail dress that made her look she's ready for frying and eating.

Allen looked at the window where light spilled from Harry's room. He sighed.

Then all of the sudden, there was a shadow of movement coming from Harry's room. It looked like Harry was doing some sort of dance? And suddenly another shadow appeared through Harry's window. It was too fuzzy for Allen to make out. Maybe it was Harry's owl, Hedwig? The shadow then disappeared after some strange thumping noises.

Then there were shoutings coming from his house, indicating that Mr. Dursley is angry at Harry for making such noises. Stomping was heard to reveal that Mr. Dursley is now leaving Harry's room. The house remained silent except for the occassional talking that Mrs. Dursley started off.

It didn't take long before Allen heard a loud crack and screaming noises errupting from the house. Allen grimaced again.

'Right now, it doens't even surprise me,' Neah said. 'Why would there always be a loud commotion in this household.'

Allen then noticed in the corner of his eyes that there was a large barn owl that swooped into the chimney and out. Why would the owl appear at that time?

The woman visitor had bursted out through the door, screaming like a banshee.

'NOW THAT I CANNOT STAND. GOD HAVE MERCY ON US,' Neah yelped.

'I hope that Harry isn't in trouble...' Allen told him. Oh, how wrong he is.

It was the next morning when Allen saw a man came by and started hammering bars on Harry's window. It looks like the jail cell that Allen was in the night he escaped with the Noahs from the Order. Allen realized that Harry wasn't coming out anymore, meaning Harry is being kept like a prisoner. It was at night that Allen plan to burst him out.

But it was also at night when something unexpected came. When Allen was standing at the lawn about to destroy the bars, a flying car suddenly appeared out of nowhere and parked right beside Harry's window. A certain red-head was on the driver's seat.

"Fred?!" Allen asked in disbelief. Fred looked down and was surprised to see Allen standing there.

"Professor Campbell?! What are you doing here, sir?" Fred asked. George and Ron poked out and was also surprised to see the Assistant Professor.

"I'm here to watch over Harry. Dumbledore's orders. And I planned to break him out. It seems like there's no need though."

Ron grinned. "Well, Harry wasn't replying to our letters, so naturally we were worried."

"Wait, what? From what I heard from Harry, there wasn't a single owl that swooped in except last night."

George frowned. "We sent letters ages ago."

Allen stared but shook his head. "Never mind that for now. Let me on board, too. Something tells me you're going to be breaking Harry out."

"Wait, you're coming along?" Fred asked.

"I'm here to watch over Harry, not change what he wants to do."

"Okay, then. I'm going to call Harry now."

"There's no need," Ron said. He was staring at the window and grinning at Harry's gape. "He saw us."

"Ron? What are doing here?"

"We're here to get you out, mate."

"But you can't magic me out..."

Ron grinned again and pointed down. "We're not the only ones here."

Harry looked down to see Professor Allen cast a light at the bars, blasting them away.

"Get in," Ron ordered.

"But I can't. All my Hogwarts stuff -"

"Where is it?"

"In the cupboard under the staircase.."

"No problem. Out of the way, Harry." George and Fred made their way through the window into Harry's house.

"Oh, professor. You should come up here now while we're waiting," Ron said. He lowered the car.

"Gladly." Allen entered the car through the back seat. "So, you're brothers know how to drive a car?"

Allen saw Ron's ears turn red. "Well, technically, we're not supposed to be doing this. We don't have permission..."

Allen smiled and nodded. "I'll hush up, but don't expect me to be dragged along in trouble."

"Right..."

Harry, George, and Fred appeared, carrying Harry's trunk. Allen and Ron helped by taking in the trunk. George and Fred had already climbed through the windowsill and was waiting for Harry. Harry had one foot over before there was a loud screech.

"THAT RUDDY OWL!" Vernon's voice rang loudly through Allen's ears making him wince.

"I've forgotten Hedwig!" Harry's panicked expression showed as he went back in his room for his beloved owl.

Allen saw that when Harry finally passed Hedwig and was about to enter the car himself, Uncle Vernon was standing there at the doorway. He bellowed and was about to dive at Harry until he saw Allen and paled.

Allen smiled pleasantly at him. "Hello, Mr. Dursley. As you can see, we will be taking Harry in our custody now. Do not fret since Harry is not in good hands. But..." Allen decided to make his mask's eyes flash golden. "Jailing Harry isn't really looking good on your record right now, Harry's uncle. So if I were you, you will allow us to take Harry."

Vernon paled more and quickly nodded. Allen changed his eyes back to grey.

"Good! Now come along, Harry." Allen ignored the looks of surprise on Ron, George, and Fred's face.

Harry hastily got onto the car. The door slammed shut behind him.

"Step on the pedal, Fred," Allen calmly ordered.

"Huh? Oh, right on, Professor Campbell." Fred shook out of his stupor and drove the car away from the Dursley household.

"I'm going to let Hedwig stretch her wings," Harry said as he released the snowy owl out from her cage. She hooted joyfully as she followed the flying car behind.

"So, Harry," Allen began casually. "What happened last night? The shadows from your bedroom window were to blurry to see. Those were some curtains you got there."

Harry began explaining about Dobby the house elf that visited him. He talked about his suspicions about the Malfoy household. Allen remained silent as he thought about this.

'What's in your mind, nephew?' Neah asked.

'Everything. I mean, what was so dangerous that made even Harry's enemy's house elf come visit him?'

'Hmm, maybe a monster?' Neah joked.

'Neah, that might be possible. Anything's possible in Hogwarts.'

'Okayyy, then I'll put monster as my bet.'

'Really, Neah? Of all things you have to bet on is a monster roaming around in Hogwarts?'

'You have good betting instincts. Don't blame me.'

'Touche.'

The pink in horizon began showing up. Allen saw that they're basically in the middle of nowhere until he saw a little house. Fred landed the car on the ground.

"Touchdown!" Fred said triumphantly.

They all tumbled out of the car. Fred and George were planning how to get into the house quietly. Allen then noticed Ron turned yellowish-green as he stared at his home. The rest finally noticed and landed their gaze at a cross Mrs. Weasley.

'Wow! She looks like Sheryl when he was mad!'

'Not helping, uncle.'

Molly stormed up at her sons and began shouting at them, her hands thrown up in the air. Allen did his best to tune out the noise while Harry looked uncomfortable because he was the one who brought the Weasley their troubles.

Molly finally stopped, pausing to take a deep breath before turning to Harry and Allen. Her face softened.

"Of course, I don't blame you, Harry. Same goes for you, Red."

After that, they entered the Weasley household. Allen was amused to see the Weasely girl squeak when she saw him and run away upstairs when she saw Harry. There was some pompous handshakes from Percy Weasley, and breakfast. Allen had second helpings of everything that Molly cooked, declaring them delicious. She was delighted to have someone else enjoy her cooking.

Fred yawned as he stretched his arms. "Blimey, I'm tired-"

"You three are going to de-gnome the garden," she ordered sharply.

"Aww, mum! We're tired!" George complained.

"No buts! You had use the car without permission. You don't deserve to go to bed." Then she pulled out a book with a man with a wide smile and blonde hair. "Let's see what Gilderoy has to say about de-gnoming..."

"Mum! We already know how to de-gnome a garden!"

"Hush now."

Fred turned towards Harry and Allen while he rolled his eyes. "Mum fancies him. Believes that he's a god or somewhat."

Molly turned pink upon hearing that. "Don't be ridiculous, Fred. All right, if you think you can do better than Lockhart, you can go and get on with it."

"I'll go as well, Mrs. Weasely." Harry stood up.

"Oh, you don't have to dear. You weren't forced to be brought along with them. You too, Red."

"Well, Molly. It's quite alright for us. I haven't seen de-gnoming a garden before. I'm quite interested. How about you, Harry?"

Harry nodded, causing Molly to sigh.

"Come on, let's go," Ron said, motioning them to go to the garden.

Allen and Harry followed the Weasley boys. Harry decided to try begin a conversation.

"So, what do gnomes look like?"

"They look a bit like an ugly potato with short limbs and a beard," Ron replied.

'How detailed,' Neah said sarcastically.

The bushes nearby shook. Ron went there and poked his head in. He struggled a bit before pulling out something with a grim face.

"This is a gnome."

'...I stand corrected. It does look like an ugly potato with short limbs and a beard.'

"Geroff me! Gerroff me!" the gnome was squealing, but Ron ignored it.

"Now, to de-gnome a garden, you have to take by its legs." Ron hung the gnome upside down. "Spin it." Ron began spinninig around and around. "And launch them over the hedge!" Ron let go of the gnome's leg, causing the gnome fly in the air in a graceful arc while squealing.

Harry looked horrified. "Won't that hurt the gnomes?"

"No. It'll just make them dizzy to find their holes. But they always come back. Dad adores them," Fred said, while grabbing and spinning three gnomes at one go.

"Let's have a competition to see who can throw the farthest," George suggested.

It was quite fun. Allen watched when Harry was trying to shake a gnome who bit him off. Harry managed to fling the gnome away.

"Whoa, Harry. That must've been 50 feet..." Ron said in awe.

Timcampy had great fun chasing the gnomes. He had been cooping up in Allen's coat pocket, having felt bored from watching over Harry. Delighted to find something fun, Timcampy's source of entertainment were the gnomes. After swelling a bit in size, Timcampy began chasing the squealing gnomes around, herding them to the Weasleys while revealing his sharp teeth.

Allen panicked. Harry was nowhere to be seen. They were currently at Diagon Alley and had traveled by Floo Powder. Harry wasn't at the gate when Allen arrived. The Weasleys and Allen split up, trying to find Harry.

"Red, over here!"

Allen turned around to find in relief that not only Hermione was there but also Hagrid and Harry.

"Harry, you're here!" Allen said.

"Sorry, Red. The Floo Powder probably didn't hear me correctly."

Allen nodded. He led the three, with the help of Timcampy, to the Weasleys. Molly gave a shout to let the group know where they are.

"Oh, Harry, I'm glad you're safe! Thank you, Hagrid! Where do you find him, Hagrid?" she asked.

"Knockturn Alley."

"Really?!" the twins asked. "No way!"

"Mum never lets us step a foot there," George explained.

"And I don't plan to let you ever!" she said.

Allen was at the High Table with the rest of the staff. He left the Weasley household early to arrive at Hogwarts with the rest of the staff. Snape avoided him, making Allen happy. But what really repulsed Allen was Gilderoy Lockhart. The smiling, smiling, and more smiling even made Allen to dislike him, which is quite unusual because Allen is usually the smiling one in the castle.

'He's faking everything. That smile is too unreal. He seems to look as if he would take on other people's credit…' Neah stated.

Allen watched the first years get sorted and saw Ginny being placed in Gryffindor. But he was nervous. Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen.

There was a movement in the corner of his eyes. Harry and Ron had arrived. But why were they late? Allen watched as Snape snooped in on them and ordered them to follow him. Allen caught Minerva's eyes and nodded. He left the table with her.

After some briefing with Snape, Allen soon learned that a barrier had prevented the boys from entering the train. Desperate, they took the car ride here, landing on the Whomping Willow. There, they had the fun of their lives as they avoided the Willow's branches. A wizard newspaper was lying nearby, showing a picture of the flying car. The newspaper had stated of 6 Muggles seeing the flying car in the sky. There were looks of guilt on both Ron and Harry's face.

Minerva was furious. Snape had finally looked happy.

There was knocking on the door and Dumbledore entered the room. Disappointment shone through his eyes.

"Explain."

Allen tuned it out, focusing on what will happen to Harry and Ron.

'They may be expelled. Such acts that risk the wizard world's existence can affect many.'

Allen said nothing, only humming back in his mind in agreement. He was surprised, however, when Dumbledore didn't expel Harry and Ron, causing Snape's mood to drop considerably. Allen watched Snape struggle to get the punishments he thinks Harry and Ron deserved, but Dumbledore calmly replied saying that Minerva is the one who shall handle the punishments.

Snape shot a look of venom and a wary one at Allen before leaving with Dumbledore.

Minerva had simply gave them detentions, seeing that the Gryffindors had no points yet. Instead of eating at the Great Hall, they had to eat in the room they were in. The boys seemed happy about that. Minerva conjured flasks and a plate of sandwiches for the boys to eat before leaving.

"Coming, Red?" she asked.

Allen smiled back at her. "I think I'll stay with the boys a bit. Everlasting sandwiches seems to be my ideal."

She gave a rare grin back at him. "Of course." And then she left.

Allen walked over to the boys, grabbed one of the sandwiches, and began munching on them. He looked at the boys who were just staring at him.

"Aren't you going to dig in?" Allen asked.

The boys jumped onto the sandwiches as if they were shaken off of their stupor.

"Exciting day for you, wasn't it?" Allen asked.

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"It has, sir," Harry said.

Allen hummed. "I thought that there was a certain age limit to drive a car, but knowing how you both can do it, I'd say I have wasted my time walking around when I could have driven anytime I want when I was your age."

Ron's ears turned pink.

Timcampy also joined in the meal, eating three sandwiches at a time.