~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: Forgot about this, someone needs to invest in this AU.

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~Chapter Three~

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September 2, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: ?

When Allen woke up he was met with blinding light feeling pleasantly warm on his pale skin. Soft material draped over his figure as he laid on a comfortable surface that dipped slightly to his weight. Pale violet eyes stared at the ceiling above, stone bricks lined with rich honey-coloured wood.

He sighed softly, mind awake, but body unmoving (he wanted to take his time), and took in his surroundings without a single thought.

After a short stretch, he rolled over to his side. Peeking over his pillows he looked at the silver clock that rested on an ebony side table, the hands pointing at 5:00.

'Good,' he mused as he reluctantly pulled the covers off himself.

Raking his toes through the carpet, he stood and got ready for the day. His classmates were still drifting in their sleep as he silently maneuvered through the male dormitories. The round door led to the common room, and despite the lack of people, it still radiated something cosy.

The round windows filtered in yellow light which made the entire room glow with warmth. Tendrils of ferns and ivies hung from the ceiling, pouring over the copper-coloured pots (some so long it would gently ruffle the tops of heads). Small wooden tables and chairs were of abundance, green couches and small bookshelves lined the walls...and then his eyes followed the wooden carvings of badgers on the mantelpiece. Above it was a large moving portrait of a woman smiling. Her eyes falling shut as she smiled and gave a toast with her students.

Helga Hufflepuff.

September 1, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Great Hall

"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…"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

When the hat was taken off him, the sounds, which previously were drowned out, cleared. The loud cheers filled the expansive room, bouncing off the walls and the occasional recognisable cheer above all others.

He grinned as he stood from the stool, quickly thanking the Hat and the professor, before hurriedly stepping down the stairs and to his respective table. On his way he briefly made eye contact with Lily and Snape and gave them a large grin.

He didn't miss the disappointed (but not surprised) look the latter gave.

September 2, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Outside the Castle

The air was slightly chilly as it nipped at his skin. He wasn't wearing his robes, knowing full well that he would be sweating. At first he wanted to jog laps around the quidditch pitch, when he realised that he had no idea how to get there, so he decided he'd instead do laps around the school.

That is, until he got lost.

"This is pathetic," he whined.

Small beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks and neck as he slightly panted. He was oh-so pathetically lost and unsure of the time. But from the lack of students, he decided it was still early. He continued to wander until he saw a small cabin in the distance, and a figure moving about inside. Eyes sparkling in relief, he made a bee-line towards the cabin.

"Excuse me?" He called out.

The figure inside peeked through the open window, "Oh, just a second!"

'C'mere Fang! Oh no you don't, ya big silly oaf-' The clattering continued and the heavy thumps on the floors came to an abrupt halt. A thump louder than the rest resounded, accompanied with a painful 'ouch'.

"Are you okay?" Allen asked in concern.

"Yes, yes, I'm okay, don' worry abou' me." And then the door swung open.

"Firs' year?" Allen nodded, "come in, come in."

The hut was generous in size. A fireplace flickered in front of a table, as pots and pans and many other miscellaneous items decorated the walls and shelves of the humble abode. A fairly large dog looked up at him with beady eyes, before circling around his legs.

Allen smiled as he patted the creature.

"Tha's Fang, big ol' creature but he don' bite."

"Sorry to bother you…?"

"Rubeus Hagrid, jus' call me Hagrid."

"Hagrid. Um, I'm lost and I-uh, was wondering if you could show me back to the Hufflepuff common rooms?"

"Of course, jus' le' me feed the creatures firs'."

Grabbing a bucket, he headed for the door. Allen, curious, also followed.

Just behind the hut was a ditch full of...worms?

"Flobberworms," Hagrid informed, "they eat cabbage and lettuce."

Allen silently watched as Hagrid emptied the bucket of vegetation into the ditch, the flobberworms eagerly chewing away.

"No' very exciting creatures, but magical nonetheless."

"What do they do?"

"They make flobberworm mucus, ya know, used in potions 'n stuff."

("Wha's a firs' year like you doin' out so early?"

"Oh, just doing a light jog before class.")

September 2, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Charms Class

His first class is Charms.

"In this class, I'll be teaching you how to add certain properties onto objects."

"The first charm we'll be learning is the levitation charm."

"The incantation is 'Wingardium Leviosa', say it with me,"

"Wingardium Leviosa," the class parrots.

They watch in awe as the feather in front of their professor lifts effortlessly off the table with a flick of a wand.

Allen looks at the feather before him, he lifts his wand and gives it a try.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" nothing happens.

His face flushes slightly, but he calms down when he realises that the others are facing the same problem.

"Don't look so down," the professor says to the class, "it takes multiple tries."

He watches more carefully at the professor's demonstration. The subtlety in the movement, and the slight nuances in his speech.

"Wingardium Leviosa." And it moves.

It doesn't quite float like the professor's, but it moves slightly, and it's enough to know that it isn't just the wind. A smile blossoms, and something akin to proudness flitters in his chest.

(by the end of the class, he manages to lift it a few centimeters off the desk)

September 2, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Transfigurations

His next class was Transfigurations with the Gryffindors. Upon learning this, he was positively excited. He hadn't seen Lily and Snape the entire day so far, and he was excited to at least see one of them.

Scurrying to his class, he follows the crowd of Hufflepuffs before he sees a group of Gryffindors, and most importantly: Lily.

"Lily!" He calls out with a smile.

The ginger looks back at him with an excited grin and eagerly greets him with frantic waves.

"How's Hufflepuff, Allen?"

"Everyone's really nice! How's Gryffindor?"

"Loud," she scoffs, "but not unfriendly."

They share a grin.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

There is silence in the class, the atmosphere is tense before the professor begins to write on the board.

"Take out your parchments, we will be taking notes. Please pay attention, these are important for both your safety and others."

As much as Allen tries to decipher what he's writing, he's not completely sure he's truly comprehending the words. He looks over to Lily who seems just as lost, but focused, and he lets out a sigh.

Eventually, the practical side of transfiguration begins.

Parchments are moved to the side, and in front of them is a matchstick.

"You will be turning these matchsticks into needles."

"The key is to imagine; to visualise the matchstick turning into a needle in your mind, and patience."

At first, nothing happens. There are frustrated groans resounding in the room, but Allen thinks he's got it. He tries to imagine his Innocence and how his arm would slowly turn into a sword and he uses that analogy for the matchstick. He's pointing his wand as he imagines a matchstick slowly sharpening. The thin wood becoming silver, the ends sharp-

"Oh my god, Allen that's amazing!" Lily stares at the needle with wide eyes, holding it up and examining it as if she can't believe what's in front of her.

"Well done, Mr. Walker." The professor looks at him with a proud look.

"Five points to Hufflepuff." And she walks off to help the others.

"How'd you do it?" Lily asks.

Allen sheepishly scratches the back of his head, "I did what Professor Mcgonagall said; picture it in my mind."

The other pouts but attempts it.

"Think about it in steps, Lily."

"Try to imagine the wood turning silver, getting thinner, you get what I mean?"

It takes a while, but it works.

"I just turned a matchstick into a needle."

"Yes you did."

"I just turned a matchstick into a needle."

"I can see that."

"Oh my god."

("Is she okay?" A boy with brown hair sitting in the row in front of them asks.

"I think? She's just...a little excited."

"A little." Allen awkwardly smiles.

They laugh.

"Remus Lupin," He says.

"Allen Walker.")

September 2, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Grand Hall

Dinner comes with relief. He's chatting with a few people on his table when he locks eyes with Severus from across the room. He offers a small wave and smile, not surprisingly, the boy doesn't wave back, but there's a flash of acknowledgment in his eyes.

He sees Severus mumble something, and then, "was your day good?" reaches his ears.

Allen blinks. It was so quiet, he barely heard it, but there was no mistaking it. It was Severus. He nods, and the boy flinches, as if not expecting to be heard.

'Bloody hell,' he thinks, 'it shouldn't be starting so soon…'

He briefly wonders if it's the effect of being reborn with the same conscience, when normally the conscience wouldn't arrive until later.

He blames the Fourteenth.

(When he arrives at his dorm, he looks at the bed with slight fear.

He doesn't want to relieve it.)

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Author's Note: This is not edited. Like, it's been skimmed over, might re-upload just because.