OK, I have just realised that I haven't been putting that disclaimer things that most ff writers put in. Tbh, If you haven't realised by now that I am neither JK or Katsura Hoshino then you are a little bit stupid, I am not going to post this every chapter like most ff writers do because I am not that big headed nor do I think that you readers are stupid. I'll just throw it in this once. Yea. I'm not a professional author- more's the pity!
Shaybo27- Ta muchly :) hopefully it'll go somewhere good- I hold high hopes... glad you enjoyed it
Necron-I almost miss your constructive criticism...it doesn't feel right with just compliments!
Kureru- Thank you so much! Here is a slightly lighter one anyway... I felt after all the seriousness it needed a little sillyness :P Hope you continue enjoying and any comments or suggestions are appreciated as always!
Sammi117- Yea, I think I may have taken your words too literally- I think this may be my longest one yet! Glad you like the story ^^
Shaybo27- The ministry is full of morons :P And thank you so much for the kind words, I hope you continue to enjoy it :)
Raychaell Dionzeros- Next chapter Dumbledore will give Fudge a right dressing down :D Looking forward to writing it!
777angeloflove- Thanks! And Tada! I'm hopefully gonna update every Saturday so hope you keep reading *puppy eyes*
Dumbledore left the exhausted boy off at the doors of the hospital ward and pulled Madame Pomfrey outside. She stood there tapping her foot in irritation giving him a look that could curdle milk
"And exactly who do I have to thank for half killing my patient" she practically snarled, her eyes glinting dangerously. Dumbledore gave a rather nervous gulp- this woman was scary sometimes
He explained the situation to her and then- rather nervously told her that the ministry wanted to question her about the medical facts of the boy's condition. Her fierce look faded slightly, and she just looked rather concerned
"The poor boy, he has been through so much- I'm afraid my medical knowledge only validates his story. I noted as I examined him that his arm- well- it has obviously been like this for the majority of his life but it couldn't have been like it from birth. It has clear signs of dark magic but of what form I could only speculate. His eye on the other hand occurred later on, my spells gave me a rough time-scale and it would also coincide with his story" She heaved a small sigh and smiled weakly at Dumbledore
"I will tell them about my findings, but you know as well as I do. The government will see what they want to see"
Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders "There is little we can do about that. If nothing else, perhaps your evidence will convince them to let me investigate as I wish. Not that they could have stopped me anyway- but I do like to make them feel like they are in charge"
Madame Pomfrey nodded curtly and marched down the corridor, rather reluctantly leaving her ward and charges behind
Harry glanced up from the photo album Hagrid had just dropped off as the door opened. Allen staggered in almost drunkenly, clutching a struggling Mai in his arms. Harry stared in shock- Allen was white as a sheet with deep blue bags under his blood-shot eyes. He looked as if he had got into a fight with Devil's Snare and had lost. Badly. His hair and clothes were rumpled and untidy, which was odd because he had been so neat when he had left for questioning the day before. Allen's dull, tired eyes lit up slightly when he saw Harry
"Harry! Hi! Could you do me a huge favour please- Mai stop wriggling now- I am just so..." he fought back a yawn at this stage as if to emphasise his words "...so... tiered and Mai only just woke up and she wants to play and I just...need..." he staggered up to the bed and thrust an excitable Mai into Harry's arms before dragging himself over to his bed
Harry looked at the giggling child he was now holding at arm's length away from him with a look of severe distrust on his face
"Allen!" He cried nervously "What on earth am I supposed to do with it. Her" there was silence and after a moments deliberation Harry chanced it- taking his eyes of the child quickly to glance over at Allen's bed. The young boy had face-planted on top of the covers and was already fast asleep. Harry gulped nervously and looked back at the hyper child he was clutching in his hands. He had never had to deal with young kids before- all the parents at Privet Drive would have rather have entrusted their child to a mass murderer than allow a ruffian like him to baby sit. What if he broke her? What if she needed fed? Did toddlers even eat normal food? He looked at the little girl's angelic face and swore that she grinned at him- that glint in her eye looked anything but friendly. Harry all of a sudden found himself fervently wishing that he was back in the depths of the school with Voldemort again. At least then he had known what he was facing.
Allen very slowly worked his way back to consciousness. He lay still for some time in a half- asleep state, his mind reluctantly kick-starting itself again after the abuse it had suffered. He shivered slightly, realising that he was lying on top of his covers. The room was completely silent and Allen relaxed again, drifting in and out of a doze. For some reason his mind wouldn't let him fall asleep again- there was some little thought niggling away at him. Frowning slightly, Allen tried to figure out what is was. Something important... something he should remember... Mai! Allen sat bolt upright his heart thumping wildly 'where was Mai!' Then it came to him, he had given her to Harry. Thank goodness. He let out a sigh of relief and turned around
What
On
EARTH
Allen froze in place- paralysed with shock
The room had been turned upside down, the curtains around Harry's bed were knocked over, his sweets and presents scattered all over the room with brightly coloured wrappers coating the floor and beds like so many flower petals. The mattress of the bed was hanging drunkenly off its frame, forming a triangular fort with the floor in which the pillows had been stuffed. The blankets were in a bundle at the opposite end of the room and a metal medicine trolley was lying on its back like an overturned beetle, one wheel still spinning uselessly in the air
Time seemed to stand still for a while as Allen just stared at the scene before him; unable to quite grasp what it was he was seeing. He blinked a couple of times and after reluctantly deciding that what he was seeing was not a sleep-deprived hallucination he tentatively made his way towards the bomb-site picking his way through potion bottles and sweet boxes. As he neared the bed he caught a glimpse of a hand poking out from under it. He squatted down and curiously peered under- Harry lay there, limbs askew snoring quietly. There were chocolaty smudges all over his face, one of them taking the shape of a familiar, small handprint. His hair was stuck up at an odd angle, held in place by more chocolate and his glasses were missing. Allen leaned forward and prodded his face repeatedly until the boy stirred
"Whuzzgoingon" Harry slurred eloquently as he blurredly opened his eyes. He blinked owlishly for a minute before shooting upright
"Mai!"
There was a clang and Allen winced sympathetically as Harry's head met the unforgiving metal underside of the bed
"Yes" He said in a blasé tone
"I was sort of wondering what you had done with her too"
Harry groaned in pain as he gingerly felt the back of his head and edged his way out from under the bed
"What I did to her? Me! I didn't do anything. That thing isn't human! Look what she did to me!" He cried indignantly waving his arm dramatically at his face "She got a hold of the table and knocked it over then she found the chocolate" His face became a mask of horror and he shuddered
"Never, ever, let that thing get chocolate if you value your life! She started to swing off the curtain and then your weird bird thingy joined in too and it fell over and I tried to stop her and she got a hold of my glasses...my glasses" He started to frantically feel his way about the floor for his spectacles
Allen watched him silently, at a complete loss for what to say. He glanced up and saw Timcampy perched on top of the overturned trolley, chewing on one of the legs of Harry's spectacles. He bit his lip hard and relieved the golem of its toy and handed them back to Harry who shoved them onto his face. Unfortunately, it turns out glasses and golems don't mix well and the frames now sat at an unnatural angle on Harry's face
Harry now looked at Allen who he could- finally- properly see. The boy was shaking all over and he had the oddest expression on his face
"...Allen?" Harry said nervously
The young boy let out a very strange sound, somewhat like the noise a kettle makes when it is left on the heat too long. Harry blinked in a rather confused manner- Allen was bright red and he was shaking even more violently now
"...err, are you... OK?"
There was a violent explosion as Allen gave up at trying holding it in any longer. He fell to the floor, tears streaming down his face as he positively howled with laughter. Harry pouted huffily at Allen,
"It isn't funny you know! That child is freakishly fast and strong"
Allen attempted to contain his laughter but he was unable to and dissolved once again into hysterical giggles "S..s...so...sorry" He stuttered out between gulps of air "It's just...you're... and she's...only four years old!" he snorted at this point and clapped both his hands over his mouth in a vain attempt to hold in the laughter that was threatening to burst out again. He closed his eyes tight and tried to concentrate on taking deep breaths. After regaining some of his composure, he opened them again to see Harry sitting cross-legged on the floor with a moody look on his face, a small smile tugging stubbornly at the corner of his mouth.
"You quite finished?" he asked grumpily. Allen wordlessly nodded, not trusting himself to speak again. At this point, the small bundle of pillows under the mattress-fort moved and Mai appeared out from under it obviously having been disturbed from her game by the sounds of hilarity. She let out a squeal of delight as she saw her Papa finally awake and she trotted over to him, throwing her arms around him. Allen looked up at Harry again who was gaping at the child before him apparently having lost the ability to speak
"How do you DO that? She wouldn't come to me even when I bribed her with chocolate!"
Mai giggled delightedly as she saw Harry "Papa, I like that one, can I keep him?" she questioned innocently, gazing up at Allen who had once again clapped his hand over his mouth, trying to hold in the gales of laughter that were threatening to bubble over again. Harry scowled in irritation at the boy
"Oh, shut up you!" he muttered, as the boy started to snigger again "S'not my fault you have some magical calming influence over that monster. I swear she was worse when you were asleep" He glowered at the little girl
"Yea, you just keep pretending. I know your secret; you can't play all sweet and innocent with me demon!" At this, Allen once again dissolved into hysterical laughter as he fell to the floor clutching his stomach groaning in pain
"aha... it hurts!...hahahaha" Mai thought this game was hilarious and she too started to laugh lightly, her voice high and sweet as she joined her Papa rolling about uncontrollably on the floor. Harry attempted on principle to keep a scowl on his face but even his pride wasn't strong enough to resist the contagious giggles for too long and after a few minutes, his resistance crumbled and he too started to laugh along with his new friends
Then the door of the ward flew open and a shadowy figure stood silhouetted against the frame
"What."
"Have."
"You."
"DONE TO MY LOVELY WARD!"
Harry, Allen and Mai all gulped simultaneously. Madame Pomfrey was back!
2 Hours later, a rather subdued Harry and Allen sat on the end of the bed they had just finished making, both simultaneously slumped back to lie parallel to each other letting out sighs of exhaustion
"I never want to see a scrubbing brush again in my life" Allen groaned draping his arm over his eyes, shielding himself from the light that was streaming over the bed from the window as the sun made its last dying effort to blind the castles occupants before succumbing to the darkness of night.
"I know what you mean" Harry muttered, trying to keep his voice low so she wouldn't hear them and find something else that needed cleaned. "I feel like my arms are about to fall off" He moaned lightly and rubbed his hands over his face
"Why didn't she make Mai clean? It was her fault anyway" He glanced over to the other side of the room where a now-clean Mai lay sleeping peacefully in a cot
"Mind you, the prefect bathrooms were a real treat. If she hadn't threatened to scrub us herself unless we were in and out in less than 15 minutes, it would have been almost relaxing!"
Allen grunted in agreement, stifling a yawn "I've never seen anything like it before. Magic is pretty awesome you know. Insane and illogical, but freaking awesome!"
Harry laughed "Yea, you got that right! You know, the first bit of magic I ever did was shrink a disgusting second-hand bobbled jumper of my cousins till it was too small to fit a doll"(1) He chuckled at the memory
"My aunt tried to force it over my head but it just kept getting smaller and smaller. Thankfully she thought it had just shrunk in the wash or I'd have been in trouble- my uncle and her don't take kindly to magic at all. They were positively livid when I got the letter inviting me here"
Allen rolled over onto his stomach and perched his chin on top of his hands "You were raised by your Aunt and Uncle?" He asked curiously
"Well, yeah" Harry said awkwardly "I thought everyone knew about me" he said almost to himself
"New guy, remember?" Allen teased lightly
Harry smiled at this "Well, you see, my parents were murdered by a dark wizard called Voldemort. He tried to kill me too but he didn't manage" Harry swept back his bangs and gestured to his scar.
"That's how I got this"
Allen's smile faded "I'm sorry" he said simply, realising there was no other comfort he could offer
Harry shrugged slightly "Isn't your fault. I never really knew them. Must be so much harder for those who lose the ones they know"
Allen's face fell further. Harry noticed his change in demeanour and plucked up the courage to ask the question that had been bugging him for quite some time
"Sorry to ask you this, I know I hated it when people asked me, but where did you get your scar Allen"
Allen was immediately thrown into a silent inner turmoil, he trusted Harry completely of course but Madame Pomfrey had told him that Dumbledore didn't want him speaking of Innocence or anything connected to it until the ministry thing was sorted out. After some deliberation, he decided to settle for half the truth
"I was orphaned at a young age too, I never knew what happened to my parents. After some time I was adopted by a circus clown and- similar to you- a dark wizard named the Millennium Earl killed my adoptive father and left me with this scar and the white hair"
He gave a sad smile to Harry who nodded in understanding. They lay for some time, each wallowing in their own thoughts and wordlessly appreciating the understanding between them. After a few minutes had passed, Harry let out a wry chuckle. Allen looked over at him and raised one eyebrow questioningly. Harry smiled and shook his head
"I was just thinking, what is it with dark wizards and pathetic names, I mean 'Voldemort' and 'Millennium Earl' come on! If you're gonna be a tyrannical overlord, you need to at least have the creative ability to come up with a better name than that!"
Allen smirked, his silver eyes lighting up slightly again "you know, Voldemort means 'flight of death' in French"
Harry laughed outright at this "That is horrible! He may as well have called himself 'Lord Doom'"
"Or Shadow King" Allen joined in
"Destroyer"
"Avenger"
"Dr. Death"
"Nightshade!"(2)
Both boys continued fabricating more and more ridiculous names, neither one able to fully let go of the sadness within their hearts but both taking comfort in the knowledge that they were not alone in their suffering.
A/N
Yea, apologies to any HP fans that know better but I think I remember this being one of Harry's earliest performances of magic though I couldn't remember which book it was I read it in so I am not 100% sure (Still don't have my 2nd HP book back yet -.-)
Copywrite warning in advance- these names have probably been used in 1000+ stories :P No offence to all the authors who used them... but yea...
Can I have some thoughts please, I would like to know what you guys think about my chapters- I am fine with continuing the way I am going but I notice that it is moving a bit more slowly that a good story perhaps should. Do you like it this way or would you rather I skipped over some of the character development and less- important
parts so I cant get on with the real story?
P.S. Wish me luck again. 3rd attempt to get by book back :/