It's been a while, but I'm back again! I've read more -Man, and I'm loving it even more! You should expect a sequel from me, and it would include Crown Clown. Also, I'm tempted to write a fem!Allen fanfic, too. Anyways, remember to review~
I own neither -Man nor Harry Potter
Allen resumed his teaching, with Lavi in the background occasionally helping. The students would give him strange looks and so forth. A whole week has passed since the poker incident, and there was no sign of Umbridge in his classroom.
Then Allen looked up from his writing and saw that there were bags under Harry's eyes. He looked worse than all of the other students. Allen frowned for a moment, and then stated, "Harry, I'll see you after class. Anyways…"
Allen told them about the OWLS and what the Ministry would most likely be expecting, and then class ended. Harry and Lavi walked up to Allen. Lavi was mostly curious.
"Are you all right, Harry?" Allen asked. Harry hesitated for a moment, but nodded. Allen raised his eyebrows. "How are the detentions with Umbridge?"
"They're… fine."
"Come on, no use lying to someone like me." Allen urged.
Harry pursed his lips, and then showed Allen his hand. Thick, dry blood ran down it. Lavi sucked in breath through his teeth, and Allen's eyes widened. Then he slowly reached out to touch it.
To both Allen's and Lavi's shock, Harry gasped and clutched his forehead. "Ah! Sorry!" Allen quickly apologizes.
After a moment, Harry recovered from the searing pain in his forehead. "Damn, that Umbridge." Lavi grumbled.
"What… I thought you were just writing lines!"
"The… the quill, its enchanted…uses…blood…for ink." Harry explained innocently.
"Allen, we need to tell the headmaster what's-his-face about this." Lavi said, determinedly.
"No!" Harry nearly yelled. "No, it'll give Umbridge the satisfaction…"
"Harry, are you sure you are all right? You look a little pale." Allen noted.
"I'm seriously fine." Harry gritted his teeth.
"Maybe you should go to the hospital wing." Lavi suggested. Allen gave him a quick warning glance, but it was too late.
"No!" Harry shook his head furiously. "I can take care of myself."
Without permission, he left the classroom, leaving Allen and Lavi in pure shock.
"That boy is quite incredible, isn't he?" Lavi asked. "Then again, you are too."
"Gee, thanks." Allen stated with obvious sarcasm. They were silent for a moment. "What surprised me was the reaction he had after I touched his hand."
Lavi nodded. "Yeah, that was weird. What's so special about his forehead anyways?"
"Um…. He survived an attack from an evil wizard at a young age, and the lightning scar on his forehead was the result. That and the supposed death of that said wizard." Allen summarized.
"Hmm… didn't something similar happen to you?" Lavi suggested.
Allen suddenly turned grim. "After I turned my father into an akuma, he cursed me with my eye. That is something entirely different."
"But, you both have a curse somewhat. Him on his forehead, and you on your eye. That, and you two are fifteen year olds!" Lavi explained.
Allen stared blankly at him. "Uh-huh, sure." He lifted a finger, and Timcanpy landed on it, that momentarily shocked him, because he completely forgot about Tim. "Anyways, we have a much more important matter at hand. Umbridge, torturing Harry during detention, remember?"
"I say that we go to Umbridge's office at night, and infiltrate it!" Lavi suggested with a smug grin.
"That's pointless and won't ever work. Baka Usagi." Allen deadpanned.
"Hey, hey now!" Lavi threw up his hands. "How about we listen in to what they are doing during detention? What if Harry was lying about the pen being cursed and all?"
"No. Just no, Lavi." Allen shot down. "I need to get to work for my next class, ok?"
The next morning, the great hall was full of students and teachers eating their breakfast. While Allen stuffed himself, McGonagall sends him a disgusted look ever now and then. Allen glanced around, and found that there was an empty seat at one end of the table. "How come that seat is empty?" He asked through a full mouth, gesturing with a fork. Which really sounded like: "Hom cum tha seaf is emffyy?"
"What did he say?" McGonagall asked Lavi.
"He asked How come that seat is empty?" Lavi translated.
"That's where Hagrid would sit. Remember from the opening ceremony, Dumbledore said something about his arrival being delayed." McGonagall explained.
Allen gulped down his food. "Why is it delayed?"
"We should discuss that another time, master Walker." Dumbledore interrupted. "I've always wondered though…" All heads were turned to him. "How is it that such a small boy like you, is able to eat so much, in so little time?"
"Yes. It's like you have a bottomless stomach that is never satisfied." McGonagall added.
Lavi and Allen switched looks and sweat-dropped. "Well, you see… my innocence magic is a parasite type, and uses my energy when I use it. Even when I don't use it, it takes my energy. So I eat a lot."
"Parasite-type magic? Never heard of such a thing." McGonagall inquired.
"You weren't there, but I mentioned something at the meeting over the summer." Allen muttered. "We shouldn't talk about this, especially with Umbridge nearby."
McGonagall and Allen nervously glanced toward Umbridge, who was slowly leaning forward, as if that would give her more hearing ability. They narrowed her eyes at her, and she automatically straightened up, and played with her food, pretending that she wasn't listening at all.
Allen sighs exasperatedly. "Honestly. Why is Harry still going through detentions with her? They should be called off. I won that poker match. Fair and square."
Lavi chuckled. "You know that wasn't fair, Allen. I mean, she hardly knew how to play the game."
"I don't believe that poker is that common in the wizarding world, either." Dumbledore inquired.
"Sure it is." Allen waved it off. With that, Allen rambled about Umbridge, and breakfast breezed by.