Just before Remus's class, Allen dashed into his office where one of his gate. And let's say Sirius got what he deserved. It involved with the shock of being stabbed by the Sword of Exorcism, Dark Allen's demonic laugh, and Timcampy biting his hair and ear. Neah watched sympathetically in the sidelines.
Right now, Allen had cooled down and is currently listening Remus's class. He held respect to Remus as he shot a chewed up gum inside the poltergeist's nose. Snape was inside the room, but one look at Allen caused him to leave the room with a slam. Remus glanced Allen curiously at that before he paid attention to class.
It was a quite interesting lesson. They had learned about Boggarts. Lupin had thoroughly explained what the Boggart is, does, and how to defeat it. Laughter is an interesting counter-spell. Even the chant is similar: Riddikulus.
The class practiced, Neville first. Timcampy had recorded the whole thing as Boggart-Snape was forced into a vulture-topped hat, a green dress, and a big red handbag. Oh, he will totally black-mail Snape with this.
Students took their turns one by one, making the Boggart soon to become confused. When it was Harry's turn, Allen tensed. But a Dementor appeared, so Allen relaxed. However, Lupin thought too late as he jumped in front of Harry to face the Boggart. Allen saw the Boggart became a silvery white circle. The full moon.
"Riddikulus!"
The moon became a balloon that began flying around the sky. Tim decided to give chase to it, stopping when the Boggart turned back into Snape again when it faced Neville. With a crack, Neville destroyed the Boggart.
As the class left, Allen stayed inside the room with Remus. As the door shut, Allen spoke out.
"The full moon, huh?"
Remus spun around as, his eyes wide. But before he can speak out a word, Allen smiled at him.
"Don't worry. I'll keep it a secret. Also, I recommend you should rest more. The full moon must be tiring for you."
Remus still stared at him. Allen headed towards the door.
"I'll see you at dinner tonight, Moony."
Allen saw Remus's eyes flash for a moment at the name. Allen then left. The door closed behind him.
Allen was in his office, toying with Timcampy. During the past few months, Remus had been avoiding Allen. Not what he planned for, but he knew that the DADA professor will come up and ask about him soon. Snape's mood had worsened, but he can't lash it out on the one who caused it: Neville. Rumors about Neville's feat spread like wildfire. But because Allen was there, Snape could only bully the Gryffindor whenever Allen isn't around.
Allen made sure to avoid Trelawney as far away as possible. He had enough with prophecies. Hagrid's classes became dull. Lesson after lesson was caring for flobberworms. Apparently, the school governors caught wind of the hippogriff problem, and Hagrid is on probation. Allen already tried to persuade the governors that it was a one-time accident and it won't happen again, but the governors won't listen to his words.
'Reminds me of the Vatican,' Neah scorned.
Right now, Allen is enjoying the Patronus he made, thinking of his happy times with the Black Order. He remembered that even in the third side of the war, there was some happiness there. Road's candles and Tyki's Teases chasing him around in what they considered 'tag', Lenalee's 'caring' kicks in the face whenever he went out alone without telling anyone, and his bickering fights with Kanda were some to name. Okay, maybe not the happiest.
Allen watched the silver wolf prowled and swat at the air. It gave him a sense of nostalgia and happiness.
His friends will never be forgotten in his heart.
It was close to midnight on Halloween. Allen suppressed the need to pinch his nose bridge as he stood with Albus and the rest of the staff. Sirius had decided to make his lovely appearance in front of the Fat Lady. The rips made from a dagger are easily seen on the Fat Lady's portrait. The poor woman is hiding in a picture where wildlife is around.
Allen is forced to go on a needless search with Minerva in hopes to find Black. Allen already knew that Black probably used the gate inside his room to enter and leave the castle.
The staff members have gathered to also reveal they have nothing. Lupin, however, is staring at Allen. He along with Sprout had scoured the floor where Allen's office is located.
"Just asking, Professor Campbell, why is your room so white?" Remus asked.
Allen shrugged. "I like the color white. It symbolizes good fortune and peace."
As the teacher left, Allen decided to play with Remus a bit. As he brushed by Remus, he whispered softly that only he and Remus could hear.
"And it represents winter, meaning death and despair."
Remus froze and glanced behind him only to find that Allen disappeared.
Sirius looked guilty as Allen stared down at him. Not only was Allen disappointed with Sirius in invading Hogwarts like a mad man, he also brought in an intruder: Crookshanks.
Allen took a deep breath. "Tell me, Sirius. Why did you do it?"
"Slashing the portrait or bringing this intelligent creature?"
"Both."
"I thought I was good time to take Peter! But I forgot about the password, and I went a bit mad. As for the cat, he actually has some interesting information for me about Peter. He also knows that the rat isn't just a rat."
"And Neah, you let him out?"
"I thought he was going out for a bit of fresh air!" Neah defended himself. "It was too late the moment he went through the gate that leads to your office!"
"Sirius, you know what that means, right?"
Sirius gulped as Allen's horns grew. Crookshanks decided to leap off his lap and began exploring the Ark, leaving Sirius to fend off for himself.
The rain was pelting down hard. Allen decided to come out to enjoy the drowsy rain. He was sitting nearby the Whomping Willow, although not too close to it. He didn't feel like enjoying the celebrations right now. That was when suddenly a broomstick came flying out of nowhere. It had landed on the Whomping Willow. Before Allen had chance to stand up, the Willow crushed the annoyance with its branches. Splinters and twigs flew everywhere as the broomstick was smashed. Allen quickly touched the knot, freezing the tree's movements and began picking up the pieces. Just the small gold lettering of 'N', 'T', and '2' showed whose broomstick it belong: Harry's.
The pieces are all inside a bag that Allen conjured. He entered the castle to catch that Dementors had entered the stadium. Harry was like a magnet; the Dementors have targeted him. He fell off the broomstick when the Dementors got close. Apparently, Dumbledore got really mad during the match. Allen went to the hospital ward to see the Gryffindor team coming out.
"Oh, hey, Professor Campbell. Are you here to see Harry?" Angelina asked.
"Yes, along with some news."
"What news?" Fred asked. The whole team is curious.
Allen lifted the bag, his face grim. "His broomstick."
Shock was evident in the team's faces.
"It hit the Whomping Willow. I was nearby, so I was able to rescue the pieces before it got blown off by the wind."
"Then you better go and see Harry then," Angelina said.
Allen nodded and entered the ward. Harry is on his bed, surrounded by Ron and Hermione. Hermione looked up.
"Professor Campbell, what you doing here?"
Allen smiled sadly. "To deliver some bad news to Harry, I'm afraid."
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"You see, Harry. I didn't feel like seeing the Quidditch match, so I decided to take a bit of walk. Big mistake without an umbrella. But anyways, I was near the Whomping Willow when it happened."
"When what happened?" Allen could see the fear in Harry's eyes.
"Your broomstick decided to get in the Willow's way. I did my best to salvage as much as I could, Mr. Potter, but I'm afraid it wasn't enough." Allen held the bag and tipped it on Harry's bed. Pieces of Harry's beloved broomstick fell on the bed sheets.
"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything, Mr. Potter."
"It's not your fault," Harry said dully.
Allen nodded. "Then I'll see sometime soon. I hope you get better." He then turned and left.
"Sirius."
"I swear I didn't do anything Allen!"
"He's lying! He went out again!"
"But I was in dog-form, I swear! I only wanted to see the Quidditch match!"
"I know."
"And I made sure nobody saw me. Well, maybe Harry might've seen me, and, wait,…you know?"
"Wait, what do you mean Harry saw you?"
"I was up high where nobody could see me. I didn't expect the Snitch to fly 50 feet high!"
Allen sighed. "Okay, we'll discuss that later. Right now, I want to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I think it's the right time to send Harry that Firebolt."
"Why?"
"His Nimbus Two Thousand got crushed by the Whomping Willow during that game. The Dementors had swarmed up to him and he fell."
"What! Is he alright?!" Sirius demanded.
"He's fine. He's currently resting. But he's heart-broken that his broomstick is crushed."
Sirius nodded. "I see, then I will be needing some owls to send the Firebolt." Sirius glanced at the brown package nearby. It contained the Firebolt that is meant for Harry's birthday, although it was a bit too late for that.
"I'll bring you some owls from the Owlery. Now then, you have decided to go off wandering haven't you?"
Sirius gulped. Tim, who is on the sill next to Neah's reflection, fluttered his wings before yawning and going back to sleep.
It is winter and Allen is walking around Hogsmeade. He decided to lighten Sirius's mood by buying some toys from Zonko's. Then he headed to the Honeydukes to eat the sweets himself. Sweets reminded him of Road.
'Road would have loved this,' Neah said.
'Yeah,' Allen agreed sadly as he gazed at the Jelly Slugs. She had saved Allen from the Apocryphos, costing her life. He revenged her life by destroying the Apocryphos in blind rage with Dark Matter.
Allen was walking around when felt his left eye twitch. Allen looked around and only saw Hermione and Ron. Ron seemed to look excited while Hermione looked disapproving. Allen sighed as he retreated to the darkest corner and released his disguise surrounding his face. He activated his cursed eye to confirm Harry indeed is underneath the cloak. He hastily put on his disguise again. He stood right behind Harry.
"Good morning, Mr. Weasely and Miss Granger," Allen beamed as he saw the duo whirl around with wide eyes.
"Oh! Good morning, Professor Campbell! Fancy seeing you here!"
"Yes, thinking of getting anything?"
"We're just looking at the…Cockroach Clusters."
"I see. Well, I'll see you in the castle. You also have an enjoyable time, Mr. Potter. Make sure you don't get caught."
The duo gawked at him as Allen smiled. He waved at them before going up the cashier to buy some Toothflossing Stringmints, Jelly Slugs, Chocolate Frogs, and Sugar Quills. Then he left.
Allen is sitting the table with Albus, Minerva, Severus, Pomona, Filius, and Argus. There was only one table, and only six other students, including the Golden Trio.
"Crackers!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically and offered one to Snape, who reluctantly pulled at it. With a bang like a gunshot, making Allen wince, the cracker flew apart to reveal a large, pointed witch's hat topped with a stuffed vulture.
Allen sniggered silently to himself, earning a glare from Snape, although he quickly looked away when Timcampy bared his teeth at him.
Dumbleodre immediately switched his hat for the vulture hat.
"Dig in!"
Allen began his usual scarfing of the food. Timcampy also digged in, eating potatoes and buttered bread.
Snape looked disgusted while the others ignored him.
The doors opened up to reveal Sybill.
"Sybill, this is a pleasant surprise!" Dumbledore said, standing up.
"I have been crystal gazing, Headmaster," said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest, most faraway voice, "And to my astonishment, I saw myself abandoning my solitary luncheon and coming to join you. Who am I to refuse the promptings of fate? I at once hastened from my tower, and I do beg you to forgive my lateness..."
"Certainly, certainly," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "Let me draw you up a chair -"
Dumbledore conjured a chair between Minerva and Severus. Professor Trelawney, however, did not sit down; her enormous eyes had been roving around the table, and she suddenly uttered a kind of soft scream.
"I dare not, Headmaster! If I join the table, we shall be thirteen! Nothing could be more unlucky! Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die!"
"We'll risk it, Sibyll," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Do sit down, the turkey's getting stone cold."
"Also, I believe thirteen is a fine number," Allen added. "I'd say fourteen is an unluckier number, but I quite agree that the first to rise is the first to die, am I right, Albus?"
Some staff members and students looked confused. Albus's eyes were twinkling while Minerva's mouth twitched a bit upwards. Hermione smiled a bit but turned her expression blank when Harry and Ron asked her about Allen's joke.
Allen enjoyed his dinner, a bit annoyed when Sybill shrieked about if Harry or Ron stood up first.
Tim began flying around above the table, occasionally jabbing his tail at Snape's head.
Allen stared at the Firebolt that Minerva has in her hands. If only she knew that it really was sent by Sirius Black. He is currently in Flitwick's empty classroom as Minerva and Filius stripped the broomstick.
"Just asking, Minerva, how would Black even get the money for the broomstick? Isn't he here at Hogwarts? And won't he be sending Harry a cheaper broom stick rather than an international one?"
McGonagall had no answer to that.
"WHAT?! His broom got confiscated?!" Sirius shouted indignantly. Allen and Neah scowled at him.
"Keep the tone down, will ya'? Enhanced hearing won't do us quite well."
"Sorry."
"Yes, but I think I managed to bring some doubt to Minerva that you are in Hogwarts and that there's no way you have that much money while on the run."
Sirius snorted. "She always has been a strict one. I hope Harry gets his broomstick back soon."
"Speaking that, before the Firebolt was taken, he was vibrating and had a very excited face when he was eating breakfast. It's as if he was on a sugar high."
Sirius smiled. "Is that so? Thanks for your advice on what present to give him. He's just like his father. James was a great Seeker for the Gryffindors. He was popular and a great leader." His face turned more remorseful.
Allen coughed, "Moving on, the cat you befriended gave a piece of paper to me. Seems like it's some sort of code." Allen took out the slip of paper he stowed in his pocket and read it out loud. "Oddsbodkins?"
Sirius snatched the paper from Allen's grip and read it, too, looking excited. "This must be the password for the Gryffindor tower!"
Allen narrowed his eyes at him. "You told the cat to steal a paper to get you into the Gryffindor tower?"
"Actually, no. But he seems to be some sort of mind reader."
"Something tells me, you're going to go, regardless of me telling you not to."
"You bet."
Allen sighed. "Look, Sirius. I don't want you to get captured. This is a serious thing. You are risking your life for this. I won't be able to help you if you get caught."
Sirius gazed back evenly. "I know that. I really do appreciate your help, Allen Walker. Some day, I hope to repay you back."
Allen waved it away. "I won't turn away someone in need, Black. Tell you what, I'll set up another Ark gate near the Gryffindor tower, so if the time comes, just go there and escape, okay?"
"You really think this through didn't you?"
"I'm not willing to send an innocent man back to prison."
"Thank you, Allen."
"Hey! I'm here, you know! This is my Ark, after all. I even stayed to chat with you," Neah pouted.
"So a Noah can even crave attention, huh?" Black teased.
"Shut up."