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{We were doing a show, and it took up a lot of time.}

One week to cast, memorize, put together, and preform a play.

It was awesome!

{We actually had this done yesturday, but Document Manager did not want to accept it.}

Then we tried again this moring, but

We ran out of time before school, so ENJOY!


Chapter 7

Fear

As the date that they would be leaving for Hogwarts got closer, Sirius started spending more and more time locked up in Buckbeak's room. Usually, when this happened, Allen would pick the lock and keep him company. She understood how he was feeling about being left here while Harry goes to school. He wanted to spend more time with Harry. He had missed twelve years, after all. But Sirius didn't want to get Harry's hopes up. He knew that Harry wants to live with him, and he wants Harry to live with him as well. But, he also understood why Harry can't. Dumbledore had explained about the blood wards on the Dursley's house and how they should protect Harry. He also knew that the wards would not work if Harry was living with someone who he was not related to by blood. Sirius didn't want to put Harry in any more danger than he was already in.

All in all, it made for a conflicting situation for Sirius. Should he spend time with Harry and get his hopes up, or spend a ton of time with Harry and set him up, not purposely, for disappointment? Allen had no advice to give, so she simply sat in the room with him and listened.

There was a knock on the door, disturbing the silence. "Allen? The school letter came. I have yours here." Allen opened the door and thanked Lenalee.

"Hey, Sirius, I have to go and do some stuff. Don't just stay here all day and mope, though. It's the last day of Summer. Enjoy spending time with Harry while you can."

"I will, don't worry. Go have fun, Allen." She nodded and left the room. She was worried about Sirius. Allen knew what it was like to be on your own, but she had the feeling that Sirius was would be the type of person to wait instead of moving on. She just hoped that Sirius wouldn't hurt Harry's feelings in the process.

Allen walked into the kitchen to find an extremely happy Mrs. Weasley hugging Ron, who was holding something in his hand, while Fred and George stood closer to the door, looking slightly annoyed.

"What are George and I, next-door neighbors?" asked Gorge slightly under his breath.

"What happened?" asked Allen as she stepped next to the twins.

"Ron is a prefect," George said.

"That makes everyone in the family except us," said Fred. Allen nodded her head in understanding.

"You guys will make her proud soon." said Allen. Her attention was brought back to the others in the room when Mrs. Weasley left. She quickly followed her into the hallway.

"Mrs. Weasley!" called Allen as she caught up with the woman. "May I come with you?"

"Of course you can. Any particular reason, though?"

"Well, I have money to pay for my fellow students and our supplies."

"Oh, you don't have to!"

"Please, ma'am, we have been enough of a burden on you this summer. I can't imagine how much I've cost you just on food."

"It has been so much of a pleasure to cook for someone who enjoys my food so much that it's fine."

"Well I already have the money, so I'll pay for our school supplies. Besides, I'd love to see more if the wizarding world."

"Well I can't argue with that point. Besides, I guess that it would be nice to have some company. I just need to get some floo powder before we go."

"Alright, I'll wait here." It wasn't too long before Mrs. Weasley came back with a bag. They walked to the fireplace where Mrs. Weasley poured the floo powder from the sack to the jar that sat next to the fireplace. "Have you used floo before?"

"No."

"Okay, then just do what I do and be sure to speak clearly." The woman took a handful of powder and stepped into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!" she yelled as she threw down the powder. Green flames obscured Allen's view, but after they died down, Mrs. Weasley was gone.

Allen copied Mrs. Weasley heasently. "Diagon Alley!" she yelled before being covered in green flames. The world pun before her in a very disorienting way. The next thing she knew, Allen was stumbling out of a different fireplace than the one she had entered. Mrs. Weasley stood close by and rushed over as soon as she saw Allen's form. The woman cleaned the soot off of her with a quick spell and they hurried down the street. Allen looked around her. There was no doubt that Diagon was a large and busy place. Shops lined the streets with colorful signs and merchandise to attract customers. People filled the streets and congresses in front of widows and benches. Allen self-consciously pulled her hood up, not wanting to attract any more stares than her clothes would get her. When they reached the large bank, she waited just inside the doorway for Mrs. Weasley to come back from visiting her family vault.

After a few minutes, a goblin came up to her. "Excuse me," he, at least Allen assumed it was a he, said, "but do you have any actual business here?"

"Oh! Am I in the way? I'm sorry. I was just waiting for someone. She went to visit her Gaul and would be back soon. I could wait somewhere else if that would be more convenient for you."

"You can wait on that bench over there. Currently, you are I'm the way of the door."

"Okay. Thank you, and sorry once again." Allen walked to the bench that had been pointed out to her and watched the goblins work as she waited for Mrs. Weasley.

When the woman came out, it took her a few seconds to locate the white headed girl. "What are you looking at, Allen?" she asked.

"Just the goblins. They are quite interesting." Allen got up and followed the woman to the door.

"Just make sure that you don't get on their bad side. They can have quite a temper."

"Really? They seemed nice and at least somewhat understanding."

"It must be how polite you are. It is kind of hard to dislike someone as polite as you."

"Thank you for that complement."

"It's no problem. Now, we can start at the bookstore. Is there anything in particular you need besides books?"

"I'll just have to pick up some parchment, some quills, and ink. I'm afraid we haven't had much practice with those writing tools."

"Okay, I'll take you to a good store for that after we get the books. Are you sure that there is nothing else you need?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay. Would it be a problem if I leave you in that store while I pick up something for Ron?"

"Not at all, Mrs. Weasley."


Allen had convinced Mrs. Weasley out of using the singing banner with confetti. She observed three of the sour faces in the room. Harry, Fred, and George didn't seem to be in too good of a mood. It didn't take a detective to figure out why either. They were all in the same boat, so to speak. They were happy for their friends or brother, but they were also a bit jealous, even if they wouldn't admit it.

Wanting an escape for the slightly cramped room, Allen wandered the stairway for a bit before getting off at a random landing. She walked into an office that, like most other rooms in the place, didn't look like it had been used in at least a few years. She walked aimlessly around the office for a while before her attention was directed to one of the drawers of the desk. Something was in it, making it rattle.

The girl walked closer to the desk. Her eye didn't activate, so it wasn't an akuma. It still could have easily been something dangerous, but she still reached out and pulled the handle of the drawer. What came out was not what she had expected.

She was now standing on a battlefield. There were bodies all around her. Bodies of her acquaintances and comrades and friends. There were people who she hadn't seen since she had left the circus as well as people who she had only seen behind a deck of cards. One of the scariest details was the souls. There were many souls around her. Souls that she had seen through her eye. The difference was that she had freed them while these ones were still bound in chains with their faces twisted in agony. If one looked closely at the spread of bodies they could even see the faces and clothes of wizards.

Allen was frozen to the spot, her mind taking in the scene around her. She could smell a metallic hint in the air that came from the blood that covered every body. She could hear the wails from the tortured spirits and the accusations from the dead bodies. Her eyes took in the different range of injuries: the knife wounds and bullet wounds and torn limbs and obviously broken bones and the other ones that had so much damage that it was impossible to tell what had caused them. Lastly, her mind register the feel of the thick blood running down her limbs and the mask on her face that consisted of a mix of dried and dripping blood.

"You did this."

"We trusted you."

"Why would you do this to us?"

"You didn't save us."

"You killed us."

"You doomed us."

"What have you done."

"You lied."

"Why did you not save us."

"You are responsible for this."

"We can never forgive you."

The voices come from all around the room, and they pushed her mind just over the edge of her self-control.

It only took a few seconds for her to unconsciously decide a course of action. Allen's scream echoed throughout the building. It interrupted the party happening a few floors below her. The sound of heavy and fast footfalls was the only warning before people burst into the open doorway. Kanda stood in front with his sword unsheathed. Lenalee and Lavi stood on either side of him in defensive positions. The wizards behind them all had their wands out. The adults stood near the front with the teens, who were mostly pushed to the back, were standing as tall as they could to see what was happening in the room.

"Oh my," was the only thing that was heard for the first few seconds while everyone processed what they were seeing.

Allen sat in the middle of the scene with her hands clawing at her face and arms and ears. Her mouth was open in a loud scream that did not drop in volume or terror despite the amount of time it had continued. Springing into action, Lenalee rushed to the girl's side and held her hands forcefully to stop Allen from harming herself as she tried her best to comfort her comrade. Kanda started slicing at anything he deemed threatening and growled when it didn't change anything. Lavi quickly turned to the wizards and started questioning them on what could be the cause of the scene before them.

"It's a Boggart," said Moody.

Despite knowing the cause, none of the wizards could bring themselves to stop observing the gruesome scene. It had changed. Now there were people slowly being killed as the room across from them seemed to crumble to reveal the halls of a large building that was slowly being destroyed. People in uniforms similar to the ones the Black Cross Academy students wore were being cut down by strange, floating creatures. Lenalee was now clutching Allen for as much support as she had been trying to give the younger girl not moments ago. She looked on the scene with a fear clear on her face.

Kanda was still. His sword was raised,but it seemed that he would not be able to make himself being it down to kill the person standing in front of him. The previous environment had vanished to reveal a young boy of asian descent. He had short, dark hair and a scar vertically across his nose. Many wounds marred his body. "The boy opened his mouth to speak, but someone else beat him.

"R-riddikulus!"


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