A/N: Feb 22, 2011: I just re-read this chapter and found some atrocious (is that spelled right?) mistakes, and just had to fix them. For those of you who were hoping for a new chapter, I apologize, but I'm working on the next one now. It should be out by the end of the week, and bad luck curse me if I'm wrong. (Actually... please don't. I don't particularly want to be unlucky...) Thanks for sticking with me!

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Chapter Thirteen

Harry watched the new students as they gaped at the castle, having never seen the outside. He knew it was impressive, and he couldn't help but feel smug at the reaction his home was getting.

"It's a castle." Lavi gaped. "Imagine how much history has happened inside those walls?"

Allen's mouth hung open in shock, and Harry couldn't help but doubt his suspicions. Surely a follower of the dark wizard would know what Hogwarts looked like. It was one of Voldemort's prime targets. It simply wouldn't make sense that Allen wouldn't know what it was.

However, he couldn't deny that Allen didn't seem to get along well with the other Slytherins.

*Flashback start*

The door to their compartment slammed open to reveal Malfoy, in all his arrogant and overrated glory.

"Well, well, look what we have here. Potter and his followers. Tell me, Potter, how does it feel to be below your friends?"

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but the white haired boy beat him, his voice velvet smooth and dangerous. "No, no," he said craftily. "Tell me. What do you have that gives you the right to inquire such?"

Lavi and Lenalee exchanged grim looks, each knowing that things would get out of hand fast, while Kanda watched from the sideline in amusement, although he would deny it to his dying breath. "Allen…" Lenalee said slowly, "Allen, don't do it."

Allen grinned, and Harry couldn't help but notice the gleam that was in his eyes. It was so much like his godfather's, but he couldn't help but feel that it was a bit darker than what would constitute as a normal reaction to an insult. "No, no, my friend," he continued in that same voice, "I want to hear the answer. What does this little brat have that makes him so important that he can just barge in here and demand to know someone's true feelings on a matter they aren't sure of themselves?"

Malfoy inflated his chest, infuriated, and scowled. "Don't you know who I am?"he demanded.

Allen shrugged elegantly. "I have no idea, and to be honest, I could really care less. If that is all, please leave. We were having a discussion, before you so rudely interrupted."

Harry noticed that the Chinese girl and red-head both relaxed at his words, as though a storm had passed. Allen smiled slightly at their relief and his friend grinned. "You got angry rather fast." Lavi commented.

Allen glanced over to the boy who was still frozen in the door way, and reached one gloved hand out to gently close the compartment door. He shrugged. "It reminds me a bit of Cross, to be honest, with a good helping of Levierre. (1)"

Lenalee nodded. "I suppose he does have that same arrogant feel." She conceded, turning to Kanda to continue their conversation.

Lavi shrugged, and turned back to the large book in his lap that he had borrowed from Hermione.

Hermione, on the other hand, frowned at the white haired boy. "Are you sure you should have done that?" she inquired. "You are in the same house."

Allen just grinned. "And won't he be surprised."

*Flashback end*

Harry shook his head at the memory, turning back to the gaping exorcists. "We have to get going or we won't get a carriage." He told them. They nodded, and shook themselves out of the trance they had fallen into, Ron laughing loudly at their shock. Hermione just shook her head at her red headed friend, ashamed of his actions.

Suddenly, Harry froze as the carriages came into view, not even noticing as the exorcists did the same. "When did the carriages have horses?" he asked. Hermione frowned strangely at her green eyed friend.

"There's nothing pulling them, Harry." She told him.

Harry shook his head. "Yes there is." He insisted.

Allen and Lenalee nodded, Kanda refusing to say anything, although he was staring just as intently at the creatures as the other two were. Lavi looked up from his book, as Harry an Hermione started arguing.

"Actually, Hermione." He interrupted. "the carriages aren't horseless. They're pulled by threstels. You can only see them if you have seen someone die."

Hermione froze, out of shock that a new student knew more about the school than her, and the information she was given. Harry turned to frown at them.

"You've all seen someone die?" he inquired. "Who?"

Allen frowned at the boy. "That is an incredibly rude thing to ask." He commented. "But I suppose I will answer anyway. The first person I saw die was my foster father, I think. At least, it was the most important death to me anyways."

Lenalee shrugged, when eyes turned to her. "It was a friend." Was all she would say on the subject.

Lavi nodded in agreement, and Kanda only glared. Harry couldn't help but wonder why the Japanese teen was so silent.

He leaned over to Allen to whisper the question quietly, and Allen smirked.

"Bakanda just doesn't like to socialize." The whitenette grinned.

Kanda glared, but refrained from replying when Lenalee glared back and tugged sharply on his sleeve. "Don't argue." She reprimanded the both of them.

When they finally reached the Great Hall, Harry couldn't help but wish that he had never wished for Kanda to talk. He had spent the last half an hour listening to Allen and Kanda bicker loudly, and he wasn't sure if his ears would ever hear the same again.

When Ron asked Lavi incredulously how he could continue reading, Lavi only shrugged and replied that they did it all the time, and that they would just get used to it. Allen couldn't help but hope that wasn't true, because that meant that they would be doing it all the time. He knew that he and Malfoy were bad, but they hardly ever saw each other. With how close knit this croup seemed, they would be hearing it all the time. He turned to Allen and Lavi, and pointed out their tables, before heading to his own, Kanda and Lenalee in tow.

Now he could give his ears a rest.

Allen sat down at an empty seat at the green table, ignoring all the stares he was getting. He got them all the time back at headquarters, so they didn't bother him.

"Who are you?" A surely voice questioned from next to him. Allen looked over to see a dark skinned boy, around his age, glaring at him.

"Allen." He replied shortly.

"Well, Allen, why are you at our table?"

Allen shrugged. "I'm new, and was assigned to Slytherin. Who are you?"

The other boy frowned. "Blaise Zabini. I don't know that Hogwarts has ever had a late student."

Professor McGonagall stepped up to start calling names, but the two ignored it in favor of continuing their conversation.

"I wouldn't know. Our situation was kind of strange."

"Our?" the other boy questioned. "There are more?"

"My friends and I," Allen replied. However, he froze when a certain name was called.

"Camelot, Rhode!"

The white haired boy cursed under his breath, and his fellow Slytherin looked up to see what had caused his new acquaintance's strange reaction.

A first year skipped up to the stool, grinning rather insanely the entire time. Blaise frowned. She really didn't seem like much, so he had no idea what was causing such distress. His frowned deepened, when the hat screamed Slytherin, sounding terrified.

What could have scared the hat?

Rhode's eyes landed on the table, and she grinned even wider. "Allen!"

(1) I don't actually have the manga with me, since I'm writing this at school, so the name might be spelled wrong. Sorry!

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out, and it's so short. I hit a huge writer's block on this story, much worse than whatever I've had before. I rewrote this chapter repeatedly, before deciding just to get it out, and get the story moving.

So they are finally at Hogwarts! Sorry I didn't actually write the train, I just couldn't get it. -_-|||

And the characters might be a little OOC, but it's all I could do to actually write it. Hopefully, I'll be back on track soon, and get the story moving.

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