I own neither DGM nor HP, this has been re-edited, when I reread this, I realized it was a tiny bit confusing.


After the scenery reappeared in front of him, Allen gasped for air. Dumbledore had released his death-grip, and left Allen to compose himself. They were in some circular room, with a lot of magical tools of the like spread about, and there was a spot in the room for the sole purpose of an elevator. At least, to Allen it looked like it could be an elevator.

Dumbledore reached for something which was in a jar, on top of a coffee table. It looked like a jelly bean. "Bean?" He offered.

"Um, sure." Allen grabbed it, and popped it into his mouth. Allen made a face, and cringed when he swallowed it. "It… it tasted like vomit… what the heck?"

"Ah." Dumbledore simply stated, as he chewed on a bean.

There was a long paused, as he wandered about the room, fixing things that were out of place. Then Allen spoke up. "Um, Dumbledore, sir… are you the man that spoke to Komui about my mission?"

There was a pause. Allen cringed when he realized the atmosphere had become tense. "I suppose I am."

"Well… why?" Allen said.

"I have my own reasons," Dumbledore said. "The Ministry has been in my nose as of late, and I may just need a little of your help to keep them out." Allen narrowed his eyes. He knew there was something more than that. Why hire an exorcist? Allen was about to open his mouth to protest, but Dumbledore seemed to have read his thoughts and answered, "There have been a couple of akuma incidents as well." Dumbledore sighed. "I also believe the Earl has interfered with Voldemort."

"What makes you say that?" Allen asked.

Dumbledore pursed his lips. "Along with Dementor attacks, there have been Akuma attacks as well. Tell me, when you met Potter, was there, or was there not an Akuma attack?"

"There was."

"And, there was also a Dementor attack." Dumbledore nodded.

Allen shook his head. "But, we can't just assume-"

"Indeed, we can. We should always assume the worse." Dumbledore stated. "You, Allen, are supposed to protect Harry as best you can this year. Be it from Akuma or Dementor, Voldemort or the Earl." Allen's fists tightened.

"I understand, sir. I will protect the boy."

Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Good. Now that things are settled… oh, I must warn you. People from the Ministry are going to come and inspect this year, too. Don't do anything rash, all right?" Allen nodded. "You may get fired, if things get too personal, and I can't do anything about it." Allen pursed his lips.

"If there is something I won't do, sir, is fail this mission."

"Good, that is what I like to hear." Dumbledore nodded. "Now, I believe I should show you to your office and classroom."

Allen took Tincampy out from his pocket, and gingerly pets it for a moment. "Tincampy, please record the directions for me." It flew on top of Allen's head, and Allen nodded towards Dumbledore. "Ok, ready. Wait… should we go back to Grimmauld to get my stuff?"

"No need to, Mr. Walker." Dumbledore shook his head. "I've already transported it to your office for you."

"Wow. Magic is sure handy." Allen stated.

"You've no idea."

Before actually taking Allen to his office, Allen was given a personal tour. Through the many changing staircases, all four of the common rooms, other classrooms, the library, the courtyard, and the astronomy tower, the place where all the owls are held, the Quidditch field, and finally the Great Hall.

Allen found the Great Hall to be the most magnificent. There were four tables, the ceiling was charmed to look like the sky. Allen couldn't stop staring up at the ceiling, where there were floating chandeliers, and flags depicting each of the houses.

At the back, or the front, of the Great Hall, was a long horizontal table. One chair was bigger than each of the others. Allen followed Dumbledore, and he traced the tips of the wooden chairs with his gloved fingers. "You'll sit next to me and McGonagall." Dumbledore said. "The night after tomorrow." Allen's face brightened.

After the tour, Allen was finally led to his room, which was through his classroom, and through his office.

Voile, all his things were there. Allen took a moment to gape, and finally just decided to write a letter to the Black Order. He wrote about Harry Potter, Dumbledore and the tour, and the hearing. He made his way back to the owls, and tied his letter to a snowy owl.

Allen hesitated. What if the Ministry, the Earl, or Voldemort intercepted this letter? Then it would be his fault that the mission failed. He really shouldn't be sending letters now.

After he made it back to his room, he glanced at Tincampy, who fluttered his wings and landed in Allen's lap. "Tincampy, can you record a message for me?" It made a gesture as if it nodded, and Allen reopened his letter and began to read it aloud.


It was the night of the feast. Allen just loved it when you can eat as much food as you want, without it ever running out. It'll just reappear once you eat it. Allen was excited to see the kids… and of course, the food, but the kids were also a factor. And the fact he was sitting next to Dumbledore. Probably the nicest, wisest wizard he would ever know.

Allen had even spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He waved to them, and they waved back.

Currently, some of the teachers, and even some of the students, were staring at Allen. They were shocked to see such a boy eat this much food. "Try not to be so messy, Mr. Walker." McGonagall would occasionally say.

Before the feast, Allen had met all the other teachers. McGonagall seemed a little strict. Snape was very strict, yet he had quite an attitude, and he seemed to dislike everything about Allen. Flitwick was warm and open-minded, so was Sprout and Pomfrey. Trelawney seemed to glance at Allen every couple seconds, wide-eyed, and awkwardly. Whenever she did, Allen would shift in his chair.

After a few minutes of chatting, eating, and getting to know Hagrid better, Dumbledore rose dramatically. All the students fell silent, and all attention was turned to the headmaster. "I beg a few moments of your attention, as I have a few start of term announcements. Right off, our good caretaker, the good Mr. Filch, has reminded me for what he says is the four-hundred and sixty-second time that he had an annually updated list of various banned items, usually introduced by our humor experts Fred and George Weasley…"

At the mention of their names, two tall, ginger twins from the Gryffindor stood up, and bowed. There was a good amount of cheering, laughter, and yelling. Allen smiled a little. Dumbledore continued. "…which are posted in an extensive list on Mr. Filch's door." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Also, we have two staffing changes this year. Professor Grubby-Plank will be taking the post of Care of Magical Creatures post as Professor Hagrid is on… extended leave." He explained. There were a couple of switched glances and murmurs. "Additionally, we have Professor Walker who will fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore gestured to Allen, who smiled to the school. They clapped, especially the trio of Ron, Hermione, and Harry. Even Fred and George looked excited. "We also have a special guest from the Ministry of Magic, Dolores Umbridge-"

Allen narrowed his eyes at the woman. She was at the hearing! Allen couldn't help but gape as she interrupted Dumbledore. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me, headmaster, if I would address the school?"

He gestured, and hesitantly sat down. Dumbledore was taken aback. The whole school was, mind him. Umbridge continued to speak, after gingerly standing in front of the podium. "Thank you, Headmaster. Now, how are we all doing tonight? I thought I would just say a few words. I am here at the Ministry of Magic's request, under Educational Decree twenty-two, which states that if the Headmaster of Hogwarts is unable to fill any teaching post the Ministry shall select one for the position." Allen raised his eyebrows at this. She wasn't replacing anyone. Why would she be stating something like that? Was it supposed to be a threat to him?

Umbridge then glared at Allen for a moment, and Allen cringed. It was a threat! Dumbledore inclines his head in curiosity. Umbridge simply continues. "The Ministry has always considered the magical education of our children to be of vital importance, and the passing down of this ancient and noble art must be given to the next generation, lest it be lost forever." She paused to take a breath. "Without progress, stagnation. But progress for progress's sake is to be discouraged, for our art requires no tinkering." Allen wondered where on Earth she was going with this. "A balance must be attained, the new and old, permanence and change, tradition and innovation, order and chaos." Allen rested his head on his fist, and furrowed his brows. "There may be large changes coming soon, changes walking the fine line between order and chaos. Know only that these changes are for the best, and to prevent the destruction of our civilization from its decay. Thank you."

Allen sighed quietly. This sure was going to be a long year, wasn't it? Umbridge finally made it back to her seat, leaving the school to murmur amongst themselves. "Dumbledore… is she serious?" Allen whispered.

Dumbledore pursed his lips, and slowly nodded.