Sorry this chapter is late. I had a lot to do. However next week and the week after arent too bad so I will update a least 3 or 4 times.
I don't own Dgrayman or Harry Potter.
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The next day, however, Harry barely grinned once. Things started to go downhill from breakfast in the Great Hall. The four long house tables were laden with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling (today, a dull, cloudy gray). Harry and Ron sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione, who had her copy of Voyages with Vampires propped open against a milk jug.
There was a slight stiffness in the way she said "Morning," which told Harry that she was still disapproving of the way they had arrived. Neville Longbottom, on the other hand, greeted them cheerfully. Neville was a round-faced and accident-prone boy with the worst memory of anyone Harry had ever met.
"Mail's due any minute — I think Gran's sending a few things I forgot."
Harry had only just started his porridge when, sure enough, there was a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling the hall and dropping letters and packages into the chattering crowd. A big, lumpy package bounced off Neville's head and, a second later, something large and gray fell into Hermione's jug, spraying them all with milk and feathers.
"Errol!" said Ron, pulling the bedraggled owl out by the feet. Errol slumped, Unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak.
"Oh, no —" Ron gasped.
"It's all right, he's still alive," said Hermione, prodding Errol gently with the tip of her finger. "It's not that — it's that."
Ron was pointing at the red envelope. It looked quite ordinary to Harry, but Ron and Neville were both looking at it as though they expected it to explode.
"What's the matter?" said Harry
"She's — she's sent me a Howler," said Ron faintly.
"You'd better open it, Ron," said Neville in a timid whisper. "It'll be worse if you don't. My gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and" — he gulped —"it was horrible."
Harry looked from their petrified faces to the red envelope.
"What's a Howler?" he said.
But Ron's whole attention was fixed on the letter, which had begun to smoke at the corners.
"Open it," Neville urged. "It'll all be over in a few minutes —"
Ron stretched out a shaking hand, eased the envelope from Errol's beak, and slit it open. Neville stuffed his fingers in his ears. A split second later, Harry knew why. He thought for a moment it had exploded; a roar of sound filled the huge hall, shaking dust from the ceiling.
-Exorcists Pov-
A roar echoed throughout the Great Hall, causing Lavi to start choking on his eggs and Lenalee to fall out of her seat. Rowenna shot up and assumed her battle stance while Allen's modest mountain of food slid down the table causing his orange juice to spill all over his black and white robes.
"Whats going on?! Is it an akuma?" he said as the roaring continued.
Rowenna put down her fists but still looked alarmed.
"Err… I think Mr Weasley's mail is screaming"
"Ahhh… Hack….Cough….. Mail screaming. Great now I-Ack-have seen it all!" Lavi coughed very red in the face.
" Ha! If you think thats amazing then you are quite sorely mistaken!" laughed Professer Flitwick.
" What else is there?" Lavi asked, irritation replaced with curiosity.
" Oh just you wait, Good Sir. When you get a free period come down to my room or any of the others..."
Ron's letter stopped screaming and Kanda burst in, sword drawn, clothes messy" Whats going on? Whats that racket?"
—Allen-
Allen jogged back to his room and classroom following Timcampy. Timcampy had memoized the routes and was now able to take him there smoothly. Today was Allens first day of teaching and he was extremely nervous. The only example he had of a teacher was Cross.
Cross.
Just thinking of him made Allen break out into cold sweat. That man was a demonic drunkard that had indirectly created Black Allen.
As he turned the corner a gaggle of voices drifted through the hall.
Tim stowed away inside Allen's coat when they heard the voices. He gnawed away at Allens fingers contentedly.
A group of blue and yellow robed students were chatting amiably but fell silent at the sight of Allen.
" Good morning class" Allen said warmly" I am so sorry I am late. Got a little turned around in this place."
The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff 2nd years filled with quiet chatter. A group of Hufflepuff girls giggled nearly and whispered " Kinda hot. Looks young."
"Do you think he's single? Could really go for him…."
Allen clapped."Now class welcome to Muggle Studies. I am Professor Allen Walker. If you wish you may call me Allen. I'm not so old as to be called Mister." He walked up the board and started writing."In this class you will be learning different things about the muggle world such as technology and behavior. Wands will not be permitted unless for special occasions such as cleaning up or simple spells. Homework will not be given unless we don't get anything done in class."
'Is that it or am I missing anything?' he thought.
"Oh yeah. Almost forgot. I will not tolerate any fighting in this class. You are to respect me and each other. That being said I don't expect much trouble from you guys anyway." Allen paused and asked " Any questions?"
With some hesitation, a girl wearing yellow robes raised her hand and stood up. " Proffessor Walker, how old are you?"
"Please call me Allen and I am 16 years old."
Another student raised her hand "Are you single?"
The boys gasped softly and the girls leaned forward expectantly.
Allen blushed slightly but kept himself composed "I am afraid that is none of your buisness but…." Well a crush anyways "Yes I am single. Now lets start class. How about a review on the muggle world….."
-Rowenna's class-
"Shoot I'm late!" Rowenna tore through the hallways and scittered past classes. " I knew I shouldn't have visited Kanda outside….I hope the kids are alright….."
Meanwhile in her class Slytherins and Gryfindor 3rd years were throwing insults and speals that rickocheded around the room. A window smashed. Desks boy was hanging from the chandelier, gripping it for dear life. In the center of all of it, amist the catcalls and jeers, was George and Fred Weasley and Marcus Flint.
"Red headed. Bloody bastards!" Marcus yelled with a swelling red nose. His wand was pointed at the twins who were fine except for the slight twitches in their legs.
"Now now,old boy." Fred scowled "You started it.I guess you couldn't keep those dung for brains from spreading to the rest of your ilk."
"Insulting us is something you can get away with but not our professers. Slytherins being smart my arse!"
Marcus snapped and brought his fist back cuffing Fred across the face. George reared his arm up and grabbed Marcus's arm. All around them Slytherins and Gryfindors jeered and cheered. Another window stepped on his foot and threw him off and into the large desk at the front which cracked in half.
"George!" Fred screamed holding a bloody nose. Then he turned towards Marcus with fury in his eyes and raised his wand to meet Marcus's wand.
"CONFRINGO!"
"SECTUMSEMPRA!"
"ENOUGH!"
A shield appeared in between both of them and they stumbled a little backwards. Rowenna walked forward briskly. She looked downright muderous unlike her usual calm demeneor. She stormed down the aisle to where George lay. The only sound was her boots going clickity-clack on the hard stone snapped out of his daze and rushed towards his brother.
Rowenna crouched over George and held a finger under his nose.
"Which one is he Mr Wealsey?"
"G-G-George" Fred stammered "He'll be fine wouldn't he? 'Be alright?"
George was bleeding from his mouth slightly and blood pooled at his brow. One of his arms was hanging at an angle. His foot was crushed.
Rowenna calmly finished her assesment of all this and rose, brushing hair out of her face." He will be fine. No lasting damage as long as he gets to the infirmary soon. Don't worry" She added that last part noticing the look on Fred's face. "That being said you should be more concerned about your punishment for your behavior today." She summoned a streachter with a wave of her wand it lifted George onto it. Rowenna also lowered the boy on the chandeliar who had started crying. "Mr Weasleys and Marcus Flint please meet me here after your classes around 6 pm. Failure to do so will result in a very unpleasant situation. Take him to the infermeray. And get you nose bandaged too. The rest of you sit down.50 points from both Gryfindor and 50 points from Slytherin for not stopping the fight but rather encouraging it."
The class sat down silently there mood now ten times worse than before.
" Well then I would say I am pleased to meet you all but I am not. Welcome to Muggle Interactions. I am Professor Bowwer. This class will teach about how to properly interact with Muggles which includes culture, language education ect. No wands will be required so put them away. You will have homework on the weekends. Is that clear?"
A flurry of nods answered her.
" Good. Any questions?"
Nobody dared to raise there hands. Rowenna gazed steadily with her one eye.
" Okay. Now you will all clean up my classroom. Without magic."
—Lenalee—-
Lenalee was enjoying her time as Assistant Pomfrey took a liking to her as soon as she saw the green haired girl. She learned rather quickly and proposed even more remedies that even Snape could think of.
It was quiet in the Nurse's office. Lenalee was currently arranging the herb collection in Madam Pomphrey's office. They were out of order and in very hazardous positions. Lenalee noticed something missing and walked into the Infirmery to look for it when the door banged open and in entered the redheaded Weasley twins.
One was on a streacher and the other was clutching his nose.
"George! He's bleedin' "Fred cried.
"Whats all the fus- Oh Lee please see to one him-the one holding his nose. I will see to the George."
"Right, come this way. She beckoned Fred forward, who was casting furtive glances at George. They were seated on side by side beds.
"Alrighty Mr Fred. Lets reset that nose shall we?" Lenalee sat next to he on the bed and examined his nose. He hissed when she touched it.
"Ahhh sorry"
"N-Nah its ok. Bloody damn thing keeps throbbing….."
"Mmmmm…...definetly broken….I am going to have to set it before healing it. Its going to hurt for a second. Here, you can hold my hand….squeeze if it hurts."
She took his hand in hers. In the background, Madam Pomphrey was muttering about the crazy kids at was breathing softly. Fred blushed slightly.
"Wha-Wait don't you need both hands?"
"No. I can manage with one. Now get ready and hold still…...3…...2…..1!"
Crack!
Fred clutched here hand so hard he though he might have broken it.
"Ahhrggg!"
"Sorry...But at least now you're fine."Lenalee gave him a warm smile. She raised her wand and chanted a couple of spells occasionally checking his nose. He tried to make some small talk while she was checking.
"So how's Hogwarts?"
"I think it's wonderful actually!" Lenalee said. "Everyone's has been so nice so far actually. Oh yeah! I forgot to ask! How did you guys get into a scuffle anyway?"
Fred scowled " The Slytherin Marcus Flint. You know him? Anyway he and his little Slytherin gang were making fun of Professor Bowwer and Mister Kanda before Professor Bower's class. Called them names like tranny and a whore. Me and George and the rest of the Gryffindors tried to stop them and things got out of hand….. George was thrown against the Professor's desk. It split right down the middle." Fred mimicked the desk with hand gestures.
"How awful." Lenalee looked mad and 's heart raced as she said "Both of them hate to be called names like that. Rowenna has lived with it all her life."
Again, Fred wondered where these new teachers came from. They knew magic extremely well but didn't know any sort of wizarding culture. They were also young but as he was about to ask 'Who are you guys anyway?Where do you come from?' George yawned and woke up.
-Lavi-
Lavi, unlike Lenalee and Allen, was not blending in or adjusting properly. Madam Pince had her hands full keeping him from opening a book and just reading while on the job.
"Honestly young man. While I admire your tenacity and curiosity for reading remember that you are on duty and need to is for after. Now there is a cart of books near my desk. Organize them in alphabetical order and put them in their places."
Lavi sighed and put his book away "Yes ma'am."
Lavi walked back to the desk and started organizing. A gaggle of first years ran past him.
"...a fight!..."
"...In the new Proffesors's class…"
"...I wanna see!..."
"...wait he might have stopped them already…"
"...No way!One of the 5th years told be she was weak….."
"QUIT YOUR SCREAMING!"Madam Pince screamed.
'A fight in Rowena's class,huh?'Lavi thought lazily. 'She's probably stopped it by now…'
He turned his attention towards the numerous books laying on the table. Sighing he started organizing them.
About an hour later he finished sorting all the books in the library. Madam Pince looked at him begrudgingly and told him to go take a break.
Lavi gave her a smile and thanked her. He then left the library and headed towards the main entrance where Kanda was.
-Kanda-
Kanda was bored. He was stuck on watch duty and nothing truly of worth happened. He was shocked at the giant squid in the lake but quickly got over it. The forest was dark and spooky. Even Kanda didn't want to go in.
He couldn't even train because that would 'make him seem out of place' whatever that means.
Currently he was sitting on a stool near the entrance. The early dregs of morning were approaching with ferocity. Kanda decided to close his eyes and meditate for a while when his golem went off.
It beeped twice and Komui's voice spoke.
"Heyyyyy Kanda-chan! How's Hogwarts?"
Kanda was disgruntleted. "God damn it Komui. What do you want?"
" . No need to get testy. I have a mission for you. It's a small village near here called Hogsmeade. We have multiple finders attempting to restrain a level 3. Also it seemed to have taken a hostage. Grab one the others with you. Perhaps Lavi? He should be free…"
Speak of the devil. Lavi just walked through the front door."Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Yu-chan~"
"No no way."Kanda said turning towards the forest."I can do this mission by myself."
"Oh come on, Yu-chan."Lavi ducked a punch. "I wanna come tooo…."
"Kanda please."Komui's voice was serious. "There is a hostage involved. We can't take any risks."
The blue-black haired man paused for a second before grunting, turning the golem off and walking in the general direction of Hogsmeade. Lavi ran after him.
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Should his story be yullen ? And who should Lenalee end up with? I was also thinking if I should bring Alma back in his girl form. If that happens that means no yullen though.
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