Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Not Harry Potter. Not Dgrayman. Not my copy of Lord of the Flies. Only my kindle and ipod. What a sad life. Anyway on with the chapter.

Harry's pov

Breakfast had been entertaining to say the least. Was it the fact that the boy named Allen had eaten half the food on the table? It even seemed like he had entered a eating competition with Crabbe and Boyle. He won. And everyone else at the slytherin table looked absolutely disgusted. He would have laughed too if he hadn't lost his appetite like everyone else who could see the pale boy. Even Ron had to stop eating so he wouldn't throw up. And that was a feat in itself. Which reminded him that he needed to return the book back to him.

And then after that whole fiasco was over, he had observed Allen start talking with the golden ball that was following him. He had appeared to be laughing at whatever he could see inside. And he had glanced over at his friends right before he left the great hall and burst out laughing. All the while his friends just poked at the food they had in front of them. The boy with the katana telling (yelling at) his friends about how there was no soba and that he wouldn't eat this disgusting crap.

Harry felt sort of offended. He ate this 'crap' all the time and it was delicious if he said so himself. And he wasn't just saying that because he knew who was preparing the food. It was because he could be grateful for this slop cause of his horrible childhood. And it seemed like the new kids were spoiler brats. How about they try being someone who everyone looks up to and have to deal with all the problems he grew up with. No parents. His cousin. Being locked in a closet. It wasn't like they were experimented on when they were little or something. Right?

Time Skip (potions class ^_^)

Harry and his friends took a seat but with it being only two to a table they were seperated. And it was Harry who was the odd man out this time. Unfortunately, everyone else was paired up. The only person who wasn't there yet was Allen. Thankfully, Snape wasn't there either so it was unlikely that he would get in trouble if he rushed in right now.

Looking at the wall, Harry tried to calm down and get his emotions under check. In a few seconds he would get to meet the one person who had made gossip run around like crazy in the day or so he had been there. And he was as excited as a little kid at a candy store. Finally someone else was taking all the attention away from him. Not that everyone would think this way but he was. Oh dang he was acting like a rabid fangirl. Not something that was high on his bucketlist but he could cross it off nonetheless.

And while he had been daydreaming Allen had slipped into the seat next to him. If all of a sudden seeing a blur of white that almost resembled a ghost didn't scare then nothing could. But it did so it seems like the golden boy did get scared. Oh well, so much for that idea.

"Hello! My name is Allen Walker. And your's is..." Harry looked at the young boy and couldn't help but smile. I mean who couldn't resist if the adorable, cute, always young Allen Walker flashed his brilliant smile at you. Hell it was a miracle that he didn't give out a fangirl squeal and promptly glomped the general. Seeing him from a distance did not do him justice.

He almost looked like he was too big for the smaller robes but these were not the right size either. And overall it just gave him the appearance of a little kid trying to fit into his older sibling's clothes. With his cute, innocent face he could get away with wearing rags if he had to. And he was in slytherin! What had the world come to!?

Coming back to his senses he realized Allen still was expecting an answer. And even looked like he was getting a little annoyed and frustrated at being ignored for so long. Promptly grabbing his hand he shook it for all he was worth. And stopped only when Snape came into the room. Whispering he told Allen his name was Harry.

But, of course, Snape saw and promptly deducted 10 points from Gryffindor and awarded another 10 points to Allen for not talking and for being on time to class. Sitting back Harry tried to process what just happened. Which wasn't working out so well. He though for a second that Allen had looked a bit smug. But he convinced himself that it was just a trick of the light. Don't you just hate when that happens.

A/N: Hello people! Sorry for taking so long. I have a short explanation for why: Battle Royale, Lord of the Flies, work, and some projects thrown in for fun. Was great really. That is except for the last two things. But since I had some time I decided to update for you lovely people. Please vote on the poll I have up. And I am just going to leave this a friendship fic cause I have pairings in my other stories. Wonderful reason, right? Go Giants! For all you Giant fans out there. Listened to some of the game in my Spanish class. Was great! Anyway please review and tell me if you liked the chapter. And I would like to know what book of Harry Potter you would like this to be. In the case that I might actually make a plot for this. Oh the horror! And the rest of the potions class will probably be posted in the next chapter. ^_^