Yes you get another chapter today. I blame school being boring and having a three day weekend with nothing else to do.
Yes I did switch up the order of events of the movie because I am putting in the Yule Ball in this chapter and I don't remember when it was in the movie. It is going here and then all my events should be in order after this.
I do not own D. Gray Man or Harry Potter, that would be Katsura Hoshino and Joanne Rowling. Not me.
Harry stared at the Muggle Tactics Professor at dinner, the man was grinning a strange smile that seemed to be both happy and wicked at the same time. While Karkaroff in comparison looked livid, thankfully on the other side of the table as Professor Walker or he might have snapped.
He had taken the Professor's advice and had gone to see Cedric, between the two of them had figured out to go to the baths and hold the egg under water. Only when they had submerged it and opened it had heard the melodious song singing of something precious and being below the ground.
Harry had a feeling that was all he was going to get from the mysterious Professor so he consulted Hermione about it. They were still trying to work out what to do when Dumbledore stood and gave his usual dinner speech but with a new announcement, "The Mountains past the lake are forbidden for students. A dragon has taken up residence there and is to be avoided. If it spotted closer to the castle than the lake, you are to report to Professor Walker who will send it away."
The entire hall was silent, staring from Dumbledore to the very pleased looking Walker. He was the cause of the dragon? He was the one to see if it got too close? Not the school's gamekeeper but the new teacher of the wand-less class. Dumbledore sat and the food appeared quickly, almost as if encouraging them to not think too much about it.
Karkaroff was practically steaming, he obviously did not agree with this but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Madame Maxine looked surprised but pleased when Walker flashed a grin at her.
Dumbledore then announced that the Yule Ball would be held in a few weeks and that the champions would be required to attend with a date and that they would be leading the first dance.
Allen grinned at the look of shock on Potter and his red headed friend. It must not be common to know how to dance properly. Well the only time I learned was when I stayed in Vienna less than a decade after the battle. I was a guest and the Lord's wife took it upon herself to teach me.
You have nothing to worry about Allen, you dance beautifully. I doubt the same can be said about those two.The Noah flattered, sharing his feelings about children nowadays.
They don't know how to do anything proper. No wonder they are all so clueless about the etiquette in my class. Well I do suppose that my class will have come in handy, they will at least know how to act proper even if they have no idea what they are doing. I think I will leave the dance lessons to McGonagall though, I prefer my feet whole, not smashed into the floor. He smirked; he did not want to be McGonagall for the next few weeks.
The next few weeks approaching the Ball were rather busy for everyone except Allen, who simply drifted through his days, teaching the students more on etiquette than physical work since they would need the former soon. He helped when asked but otherwise was almost one of the ghosts, drifting about silently through the halls without any set location in mind.
He was almost impossible to find when not in classes, he would simply vanish for hours on time before reappearing for meals. No one seemed to have any idea as to where he disappeared to, Harry had asked Dumbledore after the second week of the Professor's behavior but the Headmaster did not have any idea as to where he went.
He finally made his first appearance out of classes when the boys of Griffindor who were going to attend the Ball, Harry and Ron included, were having a dance lesson with McGonagall. He had suddenly appeared without a sound, leaning against the doorway, a small smile on his face.
"Good afternoon Professor Walker. How are you?" McGonagall asked the man, still not sure what to think of him even after him being at the school for months.
The man simply pushed off from the wall, slowly making his way towards the woman. "I was simply watching, noticing the improvement they have made. In proper time as well for the Ball is next week. I am glad that they can now be closer to proper gentlemen. I believe that all children should learn how to dance at least the traditional dances, it teaches one so much."
"Does that mean that you can dance Professor?" She had not thought that of him, since he looked much too young to care about such traditions.
He smiled at her and took her hand, bowing over it. "Indeed I do. I have been told that I dance quite well. May I?"
As she nodded one of the students turned on the music and Professor Walker swung her into a traditional Vienna waltz. The students stared as the young Professor moved so fluidly with the older teacher, leading perfectly. They moved together seamlessly and without any obvious effort on either Professors part. Walker finished the dance with a spin of his partner and a kiss to her hand before smiling at her kindly and walking out of the room, leaving gaping students to stare at his back.
He disappeared again from then until the Yule Ball, when he made his entrance without any emotion, as if he hadn't been vanishing for the past few weeks. He was dressed in entirely black and red: black dress pants with red pinstripes, a matching blazer with a blood red dress shirt underneath, a black vest and black tie, black gloves replacing his usual white. He stood against the far wall a few feet from Dumbledore, looking around the room slowly, looking rather bored.
He ignored the whispers of a group of girls across the room who were looking at him and commenting to each other on how handsome he looked, his white hair tied back and his bangs swept back with some sort of gel, exposing his scar completely. He looked very mysterious with his serious clothing and scar, as if he had some sort of top secret past that must never e revealed.
Allen smiled bitterly to himself, he hated such gatherings, they made him aware of just how alone he really was. Surrounded by strangers who could not speak to him on even terms. Albus was the only one who was the closest to his equal but was still not close enough for Allen to confide in. I feel so alone here Neah.
The Noah grimaced in sympathy. I know Allen. I know only too well.
That was all that was needed to be said. Allen returned his attention to the champions guiding their dates on the dance floor, spotting McGonagall dancing with Dumbledore, both appearing to be enjoying themselves greatly.
He glanced at the crowd once more before turning to the door, walking into the night air. He raised his face to the dark sky, a breeze caressing his skin as he gazed at the stars shining dimly. They will be coming soon, Neah. I can feel it. I can feel the end coming. The end to this war that has been prolonged for far too long.
Yes. Yes I feel it as well. Soon. Surely not longer than a few months. Our task will be complete soon.
And then we can finally rest. He smiled bitterly at the knowledge. Yes, then they could rest at last. There would be no more need for Innocence anymore.
Yes I end this chapter on a sad note. Hate me for it if you like. Read and Review please. I love comments and encourage them.
I will be skimming through the next two tasks because I don't feel like describing them in details since Allen is not too involved with them. After the last task is done will be when the fun starts.
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