Of Wizards, Akuma, and Exorcist
Thirty-Nine: Sacked
Disclaimers: I do not own any D. Gray-Man or Harry Potter characters/settings. They rightfully belong to Mr. Hoshino (D. Gray-Man) and Ms. Rowling (Harry Potter). Also, some conversations between the Harry Potter characters are direct quotes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and that also does not belong to me!
Recap:
Rookwood backed away quickly, like a rat, bowing, and disappeared out of the room. Alone in the dimly lit room, he slowly spun around toward the wall. His eyes fell on a cracked and dirty mirror, stained with age, hanging in the shadows. The reflection staring back at him was unfamiliar, yet frighteningly nostalgic. A chalk white complexion and snake like eyes, staring, menacing... Lord Voldemort's eyes.
He was Voldemort.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Harry's terrible scream shocked everyone. Lavi, who had been lying on his back and reading, responded by giving a startled yelp and falling off of his bed. Allen jumped up and over his friend and dashed to Harry's bed, and he and Ron reached it just as Harry fell to the floor too and flailed around.
Ron crouched beside the lump tangled in the red hangings and said loudly, "Will you stop acting like a maniac, and I can get you out of here!" He wrenched back the offending curtains, and Harry's face stared up at them, sweating and pale.
"Has someone been attacked again?" Ron asked as he and Allen pulled Harry up to his feet. "Is it Dad? Is it that snake?"
"No," Harry gasped, "everyone's fine."
"How's the scar?" Allen said, grimacing at Harry. He looked a wreck.
"Fine, but Avery isn't," Harry replied breathlessly. "He's in trouble... He gave him the wrong information... h's really angry..." He gave a groan and sank onto his bed, rubbing his scar. "But Rookwood's going to help him now..."
"You should calm yourself down first, Harry," Allen said, pulling out his wand and waving it slightly. A glass of water materialized in his hand, and he handed it to the still heavily-breathing boy.
"Thanks... but he... He's on the right track again..."
"What are you talking about?" Ron demanded in a frightened voice. "D'you mean... did you just see You-Know-Who?"
"I was You-Know-Who," Harry corrected, staring at his own hands as if to make sure they were really his. "He was with Rookwood, he's on of the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban, remember? Rookwood's just told him Bode couldn't have done it..."
"Done what?" Lavi asked, appearing beside Allen.
"Remove something... He said Bode would have known he couldn't have done it... Bode was under the Imperius Curse... I think he said Malfoy's dad put it on him."
"Bode was bewitched to remove something?" Ron said. "But- Harry, that's got to be-"
"The weapon, I know," Harry said.
"Just how much do you guysknow?" Lavi asked in a tone of exasperation. "We know what kind of connection you have to the guys in London and all, but don't you think they've got a lot more information than they should, Allen?"
"Hmm," Allen mumbled just as the dormitory door opened. Seamus and Dean came in, and Harry immediately sat properly on his bed.
"Did you say," Ron whispered now as Seamus and Dean began to dress, "that you were You-Know-Who?"
"Yeah."
"Harry, you've to tell-"
"I haven't got to tell anyone," Harry argued with a voice of finality. "I wouldn't have seen it at all if I could to Occlumency. I'm supposed to be have leaned to shut this stuff out. That's what they want."
"By they, you don't mean the whole Order, do you?" Allen asked knowingly. "You're pointing at one person in particular..."
"Shut up," Harry told him bitterly. Allen wondered if Harry was damning him for grinding salt into his already open wound. The lack of communication with Dumbledore must be paining Harry more than he'd thought.
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"Leeeeeenaaaaaleeee!" Lavi called in a sing-song voice to the girl standing at the other end of the hall. "Wait up!" Grabbing Allen and Kanda by the sleeves of their coats, he made a mad-dash toward her.
"Hi," Lenalee greeted shortly when they caught up. Turning to her comrades, she said, "I overheard Harry and Ron talking to Hermione. He had a vision?"
"I wouldn't exactly call it avision, but close, yeah," Lavi said, leaning idly on Kanda, just to be swatted away irritably. "He did."
"Hermione was giving him quite a hard time," Lenalee sighed. "But she was right, I suppose. Harry's not supposed to be seeing any of those dreams. Occlumency and all..."
"With Snape," Lavi reminded her.
"Yes, with Professor Snape, but that's no excuse," Lenalee argued.
"That's where he is right now," Allen said. "In the dungeons, practicing Occlumency- Ah!"
He cried out as a woman ran straight into him, knocking him down on his knees. Sybill Trelawney paid him no heed and skidded to a halt several feet away as several trunks came tumbling down the staircase and hit Allen's head as they went.
Trelawney began to scream loudly, pointing in silence at a figure at the foot of the staircase. Students and teachers, hearing the commotion, came swarming out into the entrance hall, and Allen lost sight of Lenalee and Lavi as the crowd swallowed them. He was left alone in the midst of staring faces with the hysterical teacher, gazing into the toady face of Dolores Umbridge as she smirked down at Trelawney triumphantly.
"No!" Trelawney shrieked. "NO! This cannot be happening... It cannot... I refuse to accept it!"
"You didn't realize this was coming?" Umbridge asked her sweetly. "Incapable though you are of predicting even tomorrow's weather, you must surely have realized that your pitiful performance during my inspections, and lack of any improvement, would make it inevitable that you would be sacked?"
"You c-can't!" Trelawney cried, spilling tears from behind her glasses, "you c-can't sack me! I've b-been here sixteen years! H-Hogwarts is m-my h-home!"
Allen stared at the distressed teacher, glanced at Umbridge, and crawled over to Trelawney. Putting an arm around her shoulders, he looked down at her with soft eyes.
My home is my workplace. He understood Trelawney's words very well. It was the same for him, for his home was at the Black Order.
Umbridge acted as if Allen wasn't there. "It was your home," she sneered gleefully, "until an hour ago, when the Minister of Magic countersigned the order for your dismissal. Now kindly remove yourself from this hall. You are embarrassing us."
"No, no..." Trelawney continued to sob, now burying her face in Allen's coat. The white haired boy didn't feel comfortable in the position, but he didn't move away, either.
Dolores Umbridge was much too cruel.
"There, there, Sibyll," a voice said, and Minerva McGonagall knelt down beside them, patting Trelawney firmly on the back as she fished out a handkerchief and handed it to her. "Calm down... Blow your nose on this... It's not as bad as you think, now... You are not going to have to leave Hogwarts..."
She looked up slightly and sent Allen a stern look. However, it wasn't disapproving like all the other glares were. She looked as if to be thanking him silently.
"Oh really, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge laughed. "And your authority for that statement is..?"
"That would be mine," a voice said, ringing loud and clear through the entrance hall.
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"That Walker boy was a very sweet one," Lavi heard Sibyll Trelawney say several days after the incident in the entrance hall. "He had every chance to get away from me, stay out of Dolores Umbridge's way, and yet, he stayed."
She was standing in the corridor with a few other teachers, and Lavi, who was around the corner from them, froze in his steps at the mention of his comrade. He knew, just like all of the other Exorcists, that a handful of Hogwarts's staff members did not approve of them.
"I would say it is because Professor Umbridge's authority does not affect he or his friends?" replied Snape's oily voice. "He does not have to worry himself about any detentions or expulsions."
"I do not think it is that, Severus," McGonagall disagreed. "I do not think a mere fifteen year old boy, especially one like him, will have the cunning to do such thing."
"I'd say he's just kind," Sprout commented. "Arystar Krory helps out in my classes. He is a good one, too. Those people are all kind."
"They are all young. And yet, they are soldiers," McGonagall said flatly. "How could it be, when nearly half of them are young enough to still be in school, they are all soldiers that fight something only God knows what!"
"Dumbledore said they come from another century," Snape told her. "That may be the difference. And they did not volunteer to become soldiers. They are Apostles, chosen by this existence called God."
"Hmph! If God be real, then he should know better than to drag children into his war!"
"And what, do you say, are we doing, when we have already involved Harry Potter in our war against the Dark Lord?"
"Severus-"
"We are doing the same thing, are we not? Allen Walker and Harry Potterare the same age."
"Harry Potter was chosen-" Trelawney began.
"And so were we," Lavi whispered to himself. "We were chosen, too, by God."
Deciding to find another route back the the Gryffindor common room, Lavi silently left the scene.
Hello
I know was (very) short, but this story is pretty much...a filler, I guess. It didn't really have much influence on the story from the DGM POV, so I didn't put much.. The next one (hopefully) will be longer, and I will probably be updating the other story too, since the prologue doesn't put much other than Allen dying (I'm so bad...)
Thanks for reading!
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