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Chapter 9
Allen stared at his brother, no staring wasn't the right word, he was glaring at the man across from the table, with a thousand different faces in between, receiving an equally disturbing looks from his brother. Harry watched the silent conversation that was happening in fascination, he was slightly envious at the bond the two shared. In the kitchen Mrs. Weasly was making breakfast for him to 'fatten him up'.
Harry smiled as the stocky woman bustled in to lay a plate overflowing with food in front of him. He was sure that it would be able to feed an army for weeks on end. "Eat up dear," Mrs. Weasly ordered, smiling at the boy. "You need it."
"If you can't finish that, I will eat it." Allen offered staring at the food in morbid fascination, his stomach growling in protest of its "emptiness".
"Now, now, Boy." The slightly accented voice of his "brother" entered the conversation, "You don't want to be rude do you? And your supposed to be the overly polite one. How sad."
"Shut up, Tyki." Allen growled. " What I do is none of your business."
"But we are family. Of course I care." Why did that sound so fake? Harry wondered listening to the two bicker like children. Weren't they brother? Why then did the word family sound so much like a taunt from the darker one?
"Here." Harry interrupted, shoving his barely touched meal over to Allen, who promptly fell upon it with gusto cleaning it easily within minutes. Harry shifted uncomfortably, was he the only one bothered by the silence? "So-"
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione came barreling down the stairs, quieting slightly as she passed the covered portrait before entering the kitchen. "Guess what? Our Hogwarts letters came and Ron and I are prefects! Isn't that great news. Granted I was surprised, I expected Dumbledore to choose you and not Ron, but still!" the bushy haired girl rambled, oblivious in her excitement of the two outsiders in the room.
"-Mione!" Harry interrupted, "Did my letter come?"
She blinked at him. "Oh yes. It came with our letters, I actually came to give it to you." She handed the yellowing parchment over, glancing at the guests.
"Allen, are you going to Hogwarts?" she asked tilting her head eagerly awaiting her answer.
The boy looked up from inhaling food. " Yes , I do believe we are. We sorted before we got here so I would assume that we would be entering."
Hermione nodded, "Yes that would make sense." She paused thinking, "Wait, what house were you sorted into?"
"Does it matter?" Allen's eyebrows were raised with his disbelieving question. "Does your house really matter so much? It seems ridiculous to me, I mean you aren't in school forever. Splitting students up seems asinine, it creates enemies based solely off some objects opinion. It groups people together based on a think that could change." Allen's voice rose with each word, "You wizards say your in some terrible war, you complain about the type of people you are against, and fighting people who are with you based solely on such a classification!"
Hermione huffed, "While I never! The house system has been in effect for years, it was created by the founders, who are you to question it! Hogwarts: A History-"
"Things cannot change?" Allen interrupted.
Hermione blinked, caught off guard with the pointed question, "What?"
"I mean, that you are basing these decisions on what the founders were supposedly like. There is no real memory of them so you rely on legends."
"It does sound odd like that." Hermione admitted, "But still what house are you in?"
"Slytherin."
"Oh."
Harry gasped as a sudden thought sprung into his mind. "Wait, Allen do you have a wand?"
The white-haired boy glanced at him, "No, we were not given wands or any other such thing. I believe that we are going to get our supplies when you all go to… Diagon Alley was it? That sounds correct." Allen shrugged, it didn't bother him anyway.
Harry nodded glancing at Tyki slyly, for some reason the reference the strange girl from the ministry kept popping up in his mind, they couldn't be working with Volemort could they? Allen was too polite to be a death eater.
"Ready to go?" Mrs. Weasly asked the group gathered at the door. "The professors will be here in a few minutes to take you to the Alley, until then try not to make to much of a racket."
"Yes ma'am" They chorused at her retreating back.
"I cant believe she's not coming this year." Ron whispered. "She always comes. Why do you think she decided not to?"
"Maybe she has too much to do? Ronald honestly." Hermione huffed, "It's not like there's always a problem behind every decision she makes."
"He has a point, Mione." Harry defended apologetically, "You know this is Mrs. Weasly's most stressful time of the year. She would never trust us enough to let us go on our own."
"As much as I am enjoying your argument," Lenalee cut in, "did anyone catch who was bringing us to the Alley?"
The group traded glances.
"Now, that you bring it up," Allen answered slowly measuring each word he spoke, "I haven't the faintest clue who is taking us there. Though I am sure Harry, Ron, and Hermione have a better clue then me." Smiling innocently, he started at the trio waiting for their answer.
"Baby-sitting children, Albus just loves to torture me." a voice snarled as the door was banged open. Allen felt a wave of dizziness spread through his head at the speed his blood fled to his feet.
"What wrong Allen? You look a little pale." Ginny whispered at the shaking boy.
"Don't worry about him, Ginny," Lavi answered patting the girl on her shoulder. "Happens all the time."
"Brats-" the snarling voice laced with pure disgust addressed the group, "We are here to babysit you on your shopping trip. Get moving."
Ron quickly stepped up to the red haired man sticking out his hand and began to introduce himself. "Hello. My name-"
"I don't care about your name Brat. You are dirty, I Hate dirty things, except women. Stay away from me! Hello Lenalee, you have gotten even prettier then the last time I saw you."
"Master!" Allen shouted, startling the wizards around him, why did he call Cross Master? "That is Illegal! Why are you here? I thought you had died. I saw your dead body."
Cross sneered, "Idiot Apprentice, I never died, how could you even think that? I wouldn't have been caught off guard from some nobody from central anyhow. I am here because I am the new defense teacher."
"Really…" Allen whispered almost in tears at the notion of being under Cross's tutelage for another year.
How much worse could it get? Fate must surely hate him.
A/N: Hey everyone, I got the chapter out on time! Although I want to give a warning, I signed up for a writing contests so updates might not appear often during the month of November. I'll try to get at least one out though! And the Contest ends in the beginning of December, so I'll be back to writing fanfiction by then too. Sorry for the cliffhanger, and thumbs up to my sister who helped me write this! I swear, that house was cursed. I thought they were never going to leave. -_-;
This is the last chapter to vote for pairings!
YULLEN
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ALLENxLENALEE
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LAVIxLENALEE
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LAVIxTYKI
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ALLENxHARRY
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LAVIxALLEN 3 TYKIxALLEN 3 KANDAxLAVI 3 No pairings 2 ALLENxHARRY 1 ALL-Harry ALL Allen 1