So, here is another chapter. Sorry again for the wait, I have finals coming up. Also, this Allen will probably not have Crown Clown, since I am barely into the series. I apologize for that, but I might right another -Man fanfic, since I am currently reading the manga (finally) Well, Allons-y! Remember to Review~ Oh, and Ideas and stuff provided by KappasRule

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Harry stomps into Professor McGonagall's office, with Allen in tow. They both stand in front of her desk, as Harry hands the parchment to her. After reading it for a moment, she looks back up at Harry and Allen. She glanced at Harry, and asked Allen, "Is it true? Did he shout at Miss Umbridge?" Allen nodded.

"She called me a liar." Harry defended.

"My dear boy, do use your common sense! Umbridge is reporting directly to Fudge. She is here to… interfere… with Dumbledore. And things could get much worse." She added, pursing her lips. "Use caution, always, Potter. You too, Walker. Do not mess with Dolores Umbridge, she is dangerous. The Order's hands are tied at Hogwarts, boys. If you get too deep into trouble, we may not be able to get you out." This was directed at Harry, Allen noticed. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry muttered.

"Good. Off you go." She gestured, and Harry stalked off, glancing back at Allen and McGonagall. Allen waved a little, and watched him leave.

He turned back to McGonagall. She was now standing next to him. Allen hadn't noticed how tall she really was until now, since she towered over him. "We can't do anything about this Umbridge, could we?" He asked. "I mean, she took over my class!"

McGonagall looked grim as she shook her head, and sat back down in her desk. "No. You should speak with the headmaster though, if it really bothers you."

"Can I see the note for a moment?" Allen asked, and she handed him the note. Allen quickly unfolded it and read.

It said that Harry was going to detention for a week… that much is for sure. But it also says that… Professor Walker is to dissolve his duties as a teacher for a week. Allen's eyes widened. This is bad. He placed the note back on the desk, and stormed out of the office.

After a moment, Allen stormed back into the office. "Um, could you give me a detailed map of where the Headmaster's office is?"

Professor McGonagall stared at Allen, and then shook her head. "Something tells me you aren't very good in directions. Why don't I just come with you?"

"Ok. That would be great."

After a bunch of stairs and hallways, they finally made it to the eagle statue that led to Dumbledore's office. "Lemon Drop." McGonagall said, and the statue twisted upward, revealing a stone staircase.

"Thank you so much, Minerva." Allen smiled.

"Anytime, Allen." She sighed. "I am sorry about the dealing with Umbridge. Hopefully you get your teaching back somehow."

"I hope so too." Allen said, stepping onto the staircase. "Good-day, Minerva."

"You too, Allen." She waved, and spun on her heel. Allen proceeded up the stairs, and immediately saw the tall wizard, with his snow-white beard.

"Hello there, Allen." Dumbledore greeted. "What are you doing here? You should be teaching."

"You see, Umbridge took over my job. She says I can't teach for a whole week." Allen exasperatedly threw up his hands. "I mean, who gave her the right?"

"Well, the Ministry obviously did." Dumbledore made his way around a coffee table. "We can't interfere with the Ministry, Allen. Or who knows what will happen to this school."

"So… we can't do anything about Umbridge?"

"I believe not. How about you ask Komui for advice?"

Allen winced. "Komui may not be happy that Umbridge basically took over my job."

Dumbledore came over to Allen and said, "Well, that's all I've got, Allen. My suggestion is for you to step up to Komui. Tell him, and get advice from him. We can't interfere with the Ministry, but perhaps the Black Order can?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow at Allen.

"I'm not so sure… I'll try though."

After gaining help from a student (who got several points for their house because of it) Allen was back in his office, recording a message for Komui. Then he let Timcanpy fly out of the window. That was when Umbridge came in, dropping a bunch of papers on Allen's desk. Allen nearly fell out of his chair. "W-what the?" Allen stuttered.

"The students' papers." Umbridge answered.

"What about them?"

"You are supposed to grade them." She answered, observing the circular room she was in.

"But I didn't even teach, you dissolved my teaching for a week, remember?" Allen said, refastening himself in his seat, and going through the papers.

"That doesn't mean you can't grade them, dear." Umbridge said, smiling smugly. "Anyway, I have to evaluate Potions class now. Bye for now, Walker." With that she left the office and the miserable Allen Walker in it. He made a face at the papers, and sighed.

The silence was filled with the ticking of the clock that hung on his wall. Allen was even considering grading the papers, had it not been for Timcanpy fluttering back through the window.

"Well, that was quick." Allen commented Timcanpy, who just landed on top of the papers he was ignoring. After a moment of fiddling with Timcanpy, the message played.

"Sorry about Umbridge taking over your job. She sounds like a real bother. However, it's just as Dumbledore says: we can't interfere with the Ministry either. So don't do anything rash, Allen, or you'll be kicked out of the school, by the Ministry. Thus, failing the mission. That is one thing we don't want. However, if you trick her into playing poker? If you win the poker game, then the Ministry won't interfere with the Black Order's mission. Anyway, Allen, good luck."

Allen was utterly surprised. A poker game? Why couldn't he have thought of that before?

Allen smiled dubiously. Yes, that is a great plan.

He heard a small whizzing in the air. Allen did have the window to his office open, so it could possibly just be a fly. Yet, this whizzing was ongoing, and seemed to have a voice.

It got louder and louder, until he finally crashed through the window, breaking it and the wall, and flying over Allen's head, who had just ducked as a precaution.

"Guess I should grade these papers." Allen said, leaving the red-head smashed and twitching against a wall.