Doing A Number 2
Chapter Five
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: Please see bottom author's note!
Hi Mum, dad,
Hogwarts has been most amazing, I've been sorted in Hufflepuff and they've been the nicest people. Though I can't say the same for Sev and Lily (heavy emphasis on Sev's part). Sorry dad for not sharing your old house, Gryffindor, though I can't say that I'm disappointed-to little offence; they seem a little too rowdy and I've met a few that turned out to be quite (to the distraught of both parents, 'arseholes' is blotched with ink).
It's only been a month, but it feels like its been years. I miss you both. How have you been?
Missing you,
Allen Walker
An almost yearning sigh lingers in the air as pale eyes watch the fleeting figure of a white owl in the distance. Head rested in folded arms placed comfortably on the windowsill of the owlery. His days in Hogwarts have begun to settle with a sense of familiarity, nevertheless, still exciting and filled with something new around the corner. However, he can't help feel a bit melancholic. Somewhat lonely at times. With their varying houses, Allen shared little classes with Lily and Severus. Though he knew not to complain, after all, he still had many years to go at Hogwarts and he would always be around them during breaks.
Berating himself, he quickly stands without warning, shocking a few owls out of their still nature with furious fluttering of feathers-he has potions, he states with overwhelming dread.
(If he accidentally adds an extra flobberworm into the cauldron, and proceeds to accidentally stir the wrong way—he simply averts his eyes away from his partner's accusing stares)
October 12, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Hogwarts Halls
Allen is not a resentful person. In his countless years of being alive, he's learned how to forgive, to be kind, be generous and patient-he perseveres. So when he rounds the corner to the Great Hall in time for break and witnesses Severus being shoved by the infamous duo he has regretfully come to know, he does exactly what he's learned.
He doesn't forgive, he isn't kind, isn't generous and most importantly, has run out of patience.
"Forgetting that lovely bruise I left on your face did you, Black?"
Sirius Black is a refined (read: rowdy), pureblood (read: not extremist), brave and courageous Gryffindor. So when he hears the familiar voice of the most annoying Hufflepuff he's ever had the displeasure of meeting, he absolutely does not flinch. The room does not drop in temperature, and his brain does not fire off alarms in panic.
He's a Gryffindor. Obviously.
"Why," he drawls, "I would recall if such a thing happened."
"How unfortunate, it seems I've caused you sudden amnesia."
"Hardly."
"Brain damage too."
Sirius notes (with certainty) that Allen Walker is, without a doubt, the biggest prick; and has been for the whole of September and it didn't seem like it would be stopping any time soon.
Sirius Black is an absolute prick the way Allen sees him. Him, and his other friends (though less with Lupin and Pettigrew, more so with that git James Potter). So, with deliberately intimidating steps that seemed borderline stalking, a cold glint that made his eyes appear paler than it was, Allen was closing the distance with a demeanour that made even Severus question why he hadn't been sorted into Slytherin.
"We're just giving what the snakes deserve." And of course James Potter had to pipe up with what he considered to be a valid defence. Even more unsurprising is Sirius Black, the complete Potter goon, nodding in agreement with a smirk just as smug.
"Oh please," Allen rolls his eyes, "you're just a righteous arsehole."
Almost as if it had been an afterthought, he adds, "Flipendo."
When the two fall on their behinds a foot away, and the scattering of loose parchment and toppled books, the outright shocked if not mad looks on their faces makes it difficult for Severus to hold in his own laughter (instead there's mirth uncommon in his normally blank, dark eyes).
"Next time, I'm hexing your knees backwards." Hiding his own amusement, his eyes trail towards the approaching figures of Lupin and Pettigrew. "Do make sure they sod off for good, thanks." The aforementioned can only nod (if not a bit fearfully) as they help the other two off the ground.
"Let's go find Lily."
Allen is happily tugging Severus into the Great Hall by the sleeve, when he smiles in what could perhaps be mischief. "Flipendo."
If there had been an all too familiar cry of shock, heavy thuds on the ground, and a voice yelling 'Walker'—well, he politely ignored it and shut the door of the Great Hall behind him.
October 17, 1971 Age 11, Whereabouts: Library
He's sitting at a nondescript table in the corner of the library, choosing one by the window where the rare instance of sunlight pours through it. The orange of the autumn leaves have settled in heaps on the ground, and aimlessly he watches as a few other first years he could put no name to, eagerly took turns in the midst of golden and auburn.
Turning his attention towards the leatherbound book in front of him, pages opened to somewhere halfway, he lazily turned to the next page. After his newfound discovery or possible growing likeness of the subject Transfiguration, he had a copy of Intermediate Transfiguration owled to him. What had caught his eye, of course, had been the topic on Animagi. Of course, he had no particular use for it, and he could not really see any use in the nearby future other than entertainment, however, if one thing was for sure, he needed to have more cards up his sleeve.
Absently, the white quill on his hand took another note on animagi transformations. Admittedly, he'd stolen this idea from Severus, after seeing his extensive notes in his textbooks (though exclusively to potions and dark arts), Allen adopted this through a small leather journal. The cover, of course, was a simple dark leather, the book itself held together by a satin ribbon adjourned with a small yellow topaz.
In the future, he'd have to find an extendable pages charm for it, to which he would be able to add pages. Though in that case he'd also need a charm that didn't let the journal become too thick...He adds another note.
He was sitting alone at the library, having parted ways with Severus and Lily for the break so that he could work on his personal project. He'd lost track of time and his heavy eyes began to droop whilst the sunlight acting as a warm blanket had begun to lull him into sleep. Fitfully shaking his head of the tiredness, he moved to put away the textbook he'd borrowed-when something appeared below it.
Transfiguration Today Edition 2579
He held the magazine in his hand, attention focused entirely on it, and the textbook long forgotten. His eyes scan the page. Dumbledore had written his own excerpt, as well as someone named Arsenius Jigger who had tackled the difference between Lycanthropy and werewolfry.
"Which locution better describes the werewolves?" As interesting as it was, he didn't exactly need that information.
The sound of a chair being pulled back draws his attention.
Just a few tables in front of him, Remus Lupin had sat down, with various parchment and textbooks to which Allen could only assume was homework (perhaps it was the History of Magic essay he'd yet to do).
Nonetheless, Allen rolled his shoulders attempting to remove the kinks, tucked away the books and magazine into their respective spots amongst the towering shelves of the library.
Then, upon returning to his seat, he let his eyelids fall, his breaths began to even, and with little thought he's sound asleep for the remainder of the break.
To our Little Angel,
While your dad is a bit put out for not sharing his house, he states verbatim, "Well I trust the hat—kids are dumb and know nothing". That aside, we are definitely not happy about your language, young man! Blotching the cursed word with ink can't erase the evidence.
All in all, we've been well. Remember the garden we were trying to grow? Most of the plants are on their way to growth—I'm sure they'll be in full bloom once you come back home for the break. We miss you very much.
Stay safe,
Father & Mother
Author's Note: Hey, I haven't, technically, abandoned this story and I won't. Though, I was wondering if yall could give me ideas? Perhaps certain scenes you want to see or something. I actually have a lot I want to include in this, but the issue is that they all appear in later Hogwarts years, but I also don't want to time skip so soon? I want to build more of a relationship between the characters, almost like a slow burn but on character dynamics? I think this is mostly the reason it's hard to update or even write at all, because of all the filling in between these ideas (although school's another problem but I only have a few months left until I'm done forever thank god). If you have any ideas, or main events crucial to the actual marauder's era please comment!