~DGMxHP AU~
Summary: He really shouldn't have been so surprised. He was a Noah after all; reincarnation was inevitable…Just not a hundred years later into the future, with a letter addressed to his exact location…In a public bathroom. Set in Marauders' Era.
Author's Note: THIS TOOK A WHILE TO UPLOAD BUT I SWEAR I WON'T FORGET ABOUT THIS. MY EDITOR MCHOE SLACKED. TOTALLY NOT ME. HAHA.
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~Chapter Two~
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August 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Diagon Alley
Allen is still amazed at how he got there.
He was up early in the morning doing his light exercise routine (there was nothing wrong with practising a good habit from his past life), when his father burst through the door sputtering something about 'getting a wand' and 'floo powder'. Either way, the shock made him topple over his handstand and land (dare he say it) hard on his butt.
"Oh," his father grew sheepish, "sorry."
Which led him to where he was, yelling out 'Diagon Alley', throwing a bit of powder, and bam, experiencing the oddest sensation of being thrown before landing on an unfamiliar pavement, with unfamiliar people and their unfamiliar attire. The streets were lined up with humble-looking shops of similar sizes, but somehow radiating an individual uniqueness that cannot be mimicked by others. People filled the pavement, moving from shop to shop with ridiculous energy and smiles that gave the entire setting a bit of warmth and welcome.
"Where-"
"I know, it's amazing." His father suddenly appeared behind him, grinning in all his glory.
August 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Diagon Alley, Madam Malkin's Robes
It was ridiculously uncomfortable to be standing on a stool with his arms spread out for a long period of time as items floated and moved on its own, measuring him from his head to toe.
"Your son's very small," the woman said with a smile, "it's really adorable."
Allen grimaced.
"I know, that's what we keep telling him." His father humoured.
He needed out.
August 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blotts
Books.
The things that had always lined the shelves of the science department in the Black Order. The things he's touched but never read because, well he couldn't for the most part. However, now it was a different case. While he knew he'd never be the bookworm that Lavi was, it wouldn't hurt to touch up on the little knowledge he has on magic and the foreign world that he'd be thrown into in a month's time.
August 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Diagon Alley, Eeylops Owl Emporium
His father got him a Snowy Owl and grinned.
"Look," he gently held up a white feather, "you match."
Allen was a good kid though, and so he managed to not roll his eyes.
(He did however, smile at his owl.
"What should I call you?" He gently stroked its feathers as it crooned softly.
"Hm...C.C?")
August 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Diagon Alley, Ollivanders
Allen was slightly sceptical about having to wave a wand around, not that he doubted it'd cast a spell, he's seen that way too many times to even deny the fact. However, he was used to waving a sword around, and a wand just felt like the stick it was in comparison.
"Wand arm?" The old man asked.
"Uh," he started intelligently, "I'm...ambidextrous?"
His father gave him a surprised look before muttering something along the lines of 'really? since when?' and 'why can't I be ambidextrous?'.
"Pick a hand you're most comfortable with."
"Right."
Then the man measured his arm before scrambling to the back and returning with a box. He held the wand and gave 'it a flick'. The window behind them shattered.
Allen winced.
It took thirteen tries, oddly enough, before he got his wand.
"Try this, ebony wood with a horned serpent horn as its core. Nice and flexible…"
He did, gave it a small swish and a wisp of white flittered through to the air before vanishing. It felt amazing and somehow he had heard a small tone, it wasn't too high or too low, but he had heard something pleasant.
"Horned serpent horn," Ollivander murmured, "unfortunately extinct in Western Europe...only few individuals are known to have wielded such."
("My boy, if your wand emits a low tune, it is warning you of danger."
Allen stared at the other.
"Thank you.")
September 1, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: King's Cross Station, London
There was something almost nostalgic about the tall structures in front of him. The way puffs of smoke would flitter before simply vanishing, and the occasional whistling of a train signaling its departure, and to some unfortunate individuals, the prospect that they would miss their ride. The station was swarming with people, all hurriedly rushing towards their dedicated stations, some even awkwardly sprinting with all sorts of luggage hanging off their person.
Something built up in his chest, and breathing out a sigh did not seem to relieve that.
It felt incredibly foreign to him, to be walking down such a familiar setting without the need to rush. To think that he'd be there not off on a mission, not having to worry about an unexpected attack, and most importantly, not having to jump and land on top a moving train.
The sound of rolling wheels came to an abrupt clatter, snapping him out of his stupor.
"Uneven flooring…" His father muttered, eyes quickly scanning whether any of the luggage had fallen off.
"Allen!" An all too familiar voice called out, and his head perked up at the sound.
Just a few metres ahead was Lily Evans, and a bright smile blossomed on his pale face. With a few small, quick exchanges of pleasantries between their parents, Lily turned to Allen.
"You should have seen Severus," she started, "he ran through the wall!"
Allen stared disbelievingly, "Is that even-" he stopped himself there because, of course. Magic.
Her green eyes sparkled with absolute joy.
"We need to try it."
"Of course we'll try it, how else do you think we'll get through?"
Lily waved his remark off.
It was an odd experience, and if Allen had to describe it, it would be the feeling of slight resistance; as if he'd just ran through a thin layer of rubber instead of hard bricks. The view on the other side, however, was blinding. He was met with a train which gleamed against the bright light that poured through a high-domed ceiling with crowded families ushering and bidding their children good lucks and farewells.
The two rushed forward, taking in their experience and the scenery before them, their parents pushing their carts behind them in equal, gaping wonder.
"This is amazing…" Lily mumbled to herself before catching the eye of Snape.
She grinned at him, giving a thumbs up, and Allen swore he saw the faintest hint of a smile on the boy's face.
Quickly returning to their parents to grab their carts and board the train, Lily faced Petunia who seemed to recollect herself, however, in a way where a sneer permanently etched it's way on her features. Her voice resounded atop her parents who were conversing with the Walkers.
"You're a freak!" She screeched.
"You-What is wrong with you?!" Lily answered back, clearly outraged at the fact her sister decided to pull this attitude again.
"All this...This 'magic', only freaks can do it-"
The siblings continued to argue, shoulders shaking in fury at each other, Allen was afraid things would grow violent. Instead, their parents had easily held them back, doing their best to resolve the situation. Hot angry tears made their way on both their faces which were slightly flushed in frustration.
Allen looked back to see Snape concerned, but quickly gave him a signal that it'd be alright. The other nodded, before boarding the train.
"Lily…" Allen started, but it seemed the girl didn't want to speak, so he remained silent.
Instead, they trudged silently together with their carts.
After their luggage was whisked away by a worker, they boarded the train, managing to find Snape who was waiting for them. By this point, Lily had calmed down, although if one looked closely, her eyes were slightly red.
Sitting down at an empty compartment, purple orbs flickered to the window. He saw his parents waving at him and he hesitantly waved back with a small smile. He watched them leave too, and for some reason, his heart uncomfortably ached with each passing beat.
Then the compartment door swung open.
"Is it okay if we sit here? I'm James Potter and this is my friend, Sirius Black." At the door were two males looking the same age as the rest.
"Sure," Allen said, manoeuvering over to sit next to Snape who was in between himself and Lily.
It started off pleasant, well at least for himself, Snape looked slightly miffed about the whole situation. They fell into easy conversation, that is until they began talking about the Hogwarts Houses. It didn't surprise Allen as much as it did Lily, after all, he had a wizard for a father who garbled on and on about the place (even managed to scrounge up some old books in their attic, and do some light reading on the books they'd bought at Diagon Alley).
"'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!' Like my dad. Got a problem with that?" James proudly announced.
"No. If you'd rather be brawny instead of brainy —"
"Where are you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" Sirius, James' proclaimed best friend, interrupted Snape.
"Watch it," Lily snapped, annoyed about the whole situation.
Things escalated from there, heated arguments but Allen hadn't stepped in (he would not get heated over something as petty as house rivalry, he was double their age for crying out loud), instead groaning to himself. He watched as Lily dragged Snape out of the compartment, probably headed off to another to cool down.
"Well, aren't you going as well and comfort Snivellus?" James bitterly snapped at Allen who'd done nothing but sit.
"No," the answer startled the two, "Snape was initially at fault. Initially."
Sirius grumbled, "so you're saying that if he had shut his mouth then-"
"Essentially, yes. However that does not mean we are on friendly terms, nor does it mean I will tolerate hearing insults about my friend."
It was silent from there.
When a shadow of a figure stopped at their compartment, Allen stood up to check who it was. It was a lady with a tray of sweets who had been going around asking if any of the students would want any. Paying for his share, he quickly sat down. When he opened a wrapper, a chocolate frog leapt out, causing a 'what the bloody hell' and a 'why'd you open it like that' to be yelled.
So this existed.
After the enchantments on the snacks wore off, Allen spared a look at the two. He wasn't one to share food but-their stomachs rumbled.
"Ok, what do you want?"
They eagerly shared the sweets and fell into small conversation, though Allen was more reluctant considering that they did hurt his friends. Robes were changed and eventually, Allen was about to go look for Lily and Snape.
"Hey," Allen turned to the direction of the voice, "you're not that bad."
He smiled at James, "Thanks, but don't you dare attack Snape."
September 1, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Hogwarts
It was night by the time they arrived on Hogwarts grounds. Boats were all lined up on a lake which first years would need to take up to the castle. He had regrouped with Snape and Lily, though they seemed to be slightly bitter about Allen's lack of participation (he didn't blame them).
"So...sharing a boat?" He asked awkwardly.
"That's a given." Snape remarked, ignoring the beaming other.
The boats were enchanted to move on their own, and soon enough, past the darkened trees, the school was in view. It was astonishing to see, the castle had been lit up so brightly it looked like a beacon in the dark. Lily positively brightened at the sight, gushing excited praises about it to the two.
"It's so amazing, aren't you excited?!"
"Yes, Lily. You've said that at least twenty times already." She ignored them.
"But it's just so…" She drifted off.
"What? Amazing?" Allen snorted.
Lily huffed, though she was thoroughly amused.
Pulling up to shore, they were led to the halls of the castle. The walls were littered with paintings and odd designs, the floors were a rich colour, and the ceiling was so far up Allen couldn't tell where it ended.
Then they reached a pair of great oak doors.
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"Evans, Lily!"
There was a silence.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Allen watched as Lily headed off to the table of Gryffindors who cheered and shouted, their voices thundering throughout the Great Hall. He also watched as Snape went up, the hat sinking and covering his eyes.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Then after a long wait, it was his turn.
"Walker, Allen!"
He strode up the stairs, took a seat on the stool, and a weight was pressed against his head.
"My, my, what's this?" Allen blinked.
"A past life? Don't worry, this information won't be shared. Now let's see…"
"Self-sacrificing, heroic," It hummed, "you're very cunning, however."
"Interesting.. Yes, this is the house for you, it's best if you were put in…"
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Author's Note: END. Yes I left you at a cliffhanger, fight me.
Editor's Note: I am dooooneee. Basically, work on description so that things seem less rushed and straightfoward. Mchoe out.