A/N: Review Responses-
Diavo: I don't think that I will include Neah much in this FanFiction, but I am thinking about including Road sometime around the first trial... I don't really know what might happen next though except for a vague idea- this story is practically writing itself!
PoisonousDemon: I will be following the storyline of the book. I had thought that the book also had the school presentations, but after I had looked through my copy, I noticed that apparently they were exclusively in the movie. Since I liked the idea, I just stuck with it.
PoisonousDemon, 3Alaska3: Thank you for letting me know about the errors, I fixed it as soon as I saw your reviews!
GreenDrkness: Since this FanFiction takes place before the Phantom Thief G arc (I originally thought that it was called the Timothy arc), Timothy is still not in the series yet, another factor is that he is too young. The other exorcists that I know of are in their twenties or older, so they would be too old. Allen, Kanda, Lenalee, and Lavi are the only exorcists that I can recall that could successfully blend into the wizarding students. In order to make Rosa Crux look like a legitimate school of magic, the four exorcists had to figure out how to learn the Hogwarts equivalent of seven years of magic education in the course of only a few months. To help them with that, Dumbledore tutored the exorcists himself, but only in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration. I hope this helps!
To everyone who reviewed: Thank you so much for reviewing! For some reason, reviews help motivate me and I get really happy whenever I receive one. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter, and -Man series. The two series belong to J.K. Rowling, and Katsura Hoshino respectfully. I only own this FanFiction, which was written for entertainment purposes only.
(A Dream...)
Allen stood among the other first years, anxiously waiting for his name to be called. In a vain attempt to keep himself calm, he traced invisible symbols on the side his leg that he and Mana had come up with- quietly humming the tune that went with them.
When the other students nearby had heard the soothing lullaby, they ceased their fidgeting, and their facial expressions, which were once twisted in nervousness, relaxed. A few of the students even swayed on their feet, as exhaustion took the forefront of their minds, replacing the stress that was predominating before. Unfortunately, the melody didn't sooth Allen's nerves.
Eventually, Allen was among the last of the students that needed to still be sorted- and after what seemed like years of waiting, his name was finally called.
"Walker, Allen"
The mercury-eyed boy cautiously slunk up the stone steps, and placed the old, black hat on his head. The last thought that ran through his mind before the brim fell over his eyes was a faint wonder, asking if he had finally found a place where he could be accepted for who he was. This hope was shattered though the moment he had heard the next comment.
"You are different from the others." A small voice whispered in his ear, "Your left arm sets you apart- even in a world full of oddities and the unexpected," Allen felt a wave of depression wash over him at the voice's words. Because of his accursed left arm, he was always set apart. Hogwarts was apparently no different.
"Don't despair," the voice whispered assuringly, "you will fit in somewhere, perhaps sooner than you may think. As far as the people here, I cannot make any promises- I only sort you into the house where you would succeed the most. May I continue the sorting?" Allen simply replied back in a thought, giving his consent.
"You have a knowledgeable mind- even though you may choose to not show it. Quite witty as well, a useful tool in your past, I presume; and even though you like to learn, you lack a certain thirst for knowledge. You also have great courage, though where your limit is, I don't know- but you will soon have it tested to its maximum potential, I assure you. You want to prove yourself so you could be accepted by others, though this is probably due to your arm. You are very hardworking, and accept others for who they are- even though those feelings are typically not returned. You also have talent- very powerful magic is just a swish of your wand away, and I even dare to admit that you may be more powerful than even The Boy Who Lived. This is probably due to the paradoxes of your wand- light and dark, life and death, Phoenix, and Threstral. Rather than nullify their magic, the contrast strengthens it- and for a wand like that, its wielder must have something similar themselves." Allen felt like he could burst with pride at all the complements the voice had given him, but he also noted the ominous note that lingered as the voice spoke, and the weird feeling that he had just heard a piece of his future. He simply disregarded the promotion though- he never liked the idea of fortune telling. The voice continued, as if it didn't notice the boy's thoughts.
"So... Where do I put you..." The voice trailed off before shouting one word, so everyone could hear. "GRYFFINDOR!"
Allen breathed a sigh of relief as he took the hat off of his head, and placed it back onto the stool for the next student. He then made his way towards the table decorated in crimson and gold, where its occupants were clapping, and when he got close enough, congratulating him.
When he had settled into a seat, Allen glanced back up at the stool, watching the next student get sorted.
(...Dream End)
"Baka Moyashi, you can't even wait to eat until we go to Hogwarts?"
"My name is Allen, BaKanda!"
"Honestly! Stop fighting you two!"
We were all in the Ark, walking towards the gate that led to Hogwarts, when I asked Komui if I could go back and grab something to eat from Jeryy. Before Komui could reply, Kanda had called me a beansprout, and things went on from there. Lenalee had decided to step in before anything else could happen.
"So," Komui began, "Who is going to be the champion? I personally think that Allen should be the champion because of his apparent talent at magic."
"Allen and I discussed this matter last night, and we agreed that he would be the only one able to compete in the tournament." Lavi supplied.
Lenalee simply nodded her head in agreement, while Kanda uttered a "Che" under his breath.
"Wait a minute, what about the Age Line Dumbledore mentioned?" I had completely forgotten about the 17 year age limit that the headmaster had mentioned the night before.
"Don't worry Allen," Komui replied, "I had made a concoction last night to conquer that particular obstacle." I might have slightly questioned the safety of the said concoction before willingly taken it, but the strange mad-scientist gleam in his eyes unsettled me.
oOo
As I walked into the Entrance Hall, I noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione coming down what I had assumed to be the main staircase.
"Excuse me!" I called, chasing after them, "Do you have a quill and some parchment?"
All of them had turned towards me, but Hermione was the one who had answered.
"I don't have any right now, but do you want me to grab them from my dormitory?"
"Yes please, I would greatly appreciate it!"
"Alright, I'll be back in a couple minutes." With that, she dashed back up the main staircase and out of sight.
A minute or so passed before a trio of rather giddy young men hurried down the staircase.
"Done it, just taken it." A triumphant tone colored one of the red headed twins' hushed voice.
"What?" Ron questioned, confused as to what the twin was referring to.
"The Aging Potion, dung brains," The twin replied
"One drop each," The other added while he rubbed his hands in glee, "We only need to be a few months older."
"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins," The third person grinned broadly as he spoke.
Hermione, who had returned sometime during the conversation, stated her own opinion on the plan that the three sixteen-year-olds had devised, a warning tone was evident in her voice.
"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know. I'm sure Dumbledore would have thought of this."
Ignoring her, one of the twins pulled out his parchment as he quivered with excitement. Before he had walked up to the golden line that marked the ten-foot radius around the circle, I caught the name "Fred Weasley" written in an odd combination of sloppy, and neat handwriting.
After a moment's hesitation, he jumped into the circle and let out a shout of triumph at the appearance that nothing happened. Thinking that everything had worked, the other twin, whose parchment stated that his name was "George Weasley", jumped into the circle as well- but he was almost instantly thrown ten feet away, along with his brother. With a loud pop, identical long white beards had sprouted on their chins.
A second of silence passed before the entire hall burst into laughter, with the two of them joining in.
Hermione simply rolled her eyes before handing me a quill and a slip of parchment.
"Thank you!"
"Your welcome, and good luck."
oOo
Night had now fallen over Hogwarts, as we made our way towards the large castle.
While Komui joined the adults at the head table, Lavi, Kanda, Lenalee, and I settled ourselves at the Gryffindor table, next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. When I looked up at the head table, I noticed the Goblet of Fire in front of Dumbledore's vacant throne-like chair.
Fred and George were clean-shaven once again, and were chatting merrily with the trio made up of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Hello!" I called as I walked up to them.
"Oh, Hi! How are you doing?" To my surprise, Hermione was the one who had replied, a small, friendly smile was apparent as she spoke.
"I know that I'm fine, but I'm not sure about the others- although I would bet that BaKanda," I threw a glare at him as I mentioned my nickname for him, "is as antisocial and rude as he always is."
"BaKanda?" She asked, as if she was tasting the foreign nickname as it rolled across her tongue, "I thought his name was Kanda."
"BaKanda is just a nickname that I gave him," I leaned in closer as I whispered, "I use it typically if I'm angry with him... Or if I just want to tick him off" The crazy, maniac-like grin that characterized what others typically tended to call "Black Allen" briefly flashed across my face before I resumed my standard poker face.
"But if you want to know what it means though," I continued, "the nickname roughly translates to 'idiot Kanda.'"
Hermione gave me a questioning look before replying slowly. "So Baka translates to idiot? What language is it?"
"Yes, 'baka' does mean 'idiot,' and it is actually Japanese. Since Kanda can speak fluent Japanese, he knows what his nickname means."
"Isn't that a little mean though, teasing your classmate like that?"
"It's fine, Rosa Crux is like a large family, and since we, the students, are at the school year-round, we tend to have intimate relationships, whether it may be rivalry, or deep friendship. Despite this, we all have each other's back when necessary."
My last statement seemed to grip the attention of some of the students nearby, like Fred and George, Harry, Ron, and a boy who I overheard being called Neville. It was Harry though who had voiced the question that came next.
"What is Rosa Crux like? I heard that it's located in England."
"Well that fact is correct, Rosa Crux is close to London, although the school had moved rather recently due to a certain catastrophe..." I trailed off for a second before continuing, "The new castle is much larger though, and I could get easily lost in the previous castle." While Kanda simply rolled his eyes and muttered a "Baka Moyashi" under his breath, Lavi decided to interject.
"Allen, that isn't really saying much because you are always prone to getting lost!" I ignored Lavi's statement and continued as if there was never an interruption.
"The students are also close to the teachers, so both parties call each other by their first name, except for Kanda. My favorite place though is the cafeteria, and the head chef there can make any dish that you would like in the fraction of time it would take normally; in my opinion, the food he makes is also much better than anywhere else. Hogwarts is the only place that I can recall where the food quality is almost equivalent."
With that, I began to pile various food items onto my plate.
oOo
When Dumbledore arose from his chair, the attention of everyone snapped towards his direction- with the nervous anticipation in the room thick enough to be practically cut with a knife.
"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the large space, "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now when the champions' names are called, I would ask them to please come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber"- The aged professor gestured towards the door located behind the head table- "where they will be receiving their first instructions."
With a large sweep of Dumbledore's wand, all of the candles in the dining hall were extinguished with the exception of the candles in the carved pumpkins- plunging the room in a state of semidarkness, with the Goblet of Fire seemingly fill the room with the glow of its white-blue flames.
After a few seconds, the afore mentioned flames became as red as rubies, and a hungry tongue shot into the air like a bullet with a charred piece of parchment fluttering into the outstretched hands of the Hogwarts headmaster. When the paper was caught, the flames returned to their previous coloring.
"The champion for Durmstrang," the man paused for a moment as he read the name, "will be Viktor Krum."
At the mention of the name, the Hall was filled with the applause and loud cheering as a burly young man dressed in blood-red robes walked up to the head table and vanished behind the door into what I supposed to be another chamber.
Once the cheering had died down, the goblet's flames adopted the coloring of rubies once more before revealing the identity of the next champion. Apparently the Beauxbatons champion was the Veela-like girl from the night before, and her name was revealed to be Fleur Delacour. Unlike the supportive cheering from the announcement of Durmstrang's champion, the Beauxbatons students seemed to be rather disappointed, with two of them even reduced to tears. I ignored their dramatic behaviors and paid attention to the announcement of the next champion- who happened to be a Hufflepuff named Cedric Diggory.
For the supposed last time of the night, the flames in the Goblet of Fire became became deep-crimson once more to reveal the fourth champion. The parchment containing the champion representing Rosa Crux shot into the air, and fluttered into the headmaster's hands. Just as the champion's name was called out, I was already on my feet with a loud applause chasing my footsteps like wolves.
Before I could enter the doorway though, I hid in the shadows- covering myself with the hooded knee-length black cloak hidden underneath my uniform. I had a suspicion that something was going to happen, and even though I wasn't a bookman, I was still on a mission. My suspicion proved to be correct because the flames of the Goblet of Fire were once again deep-crimson. Dumbledore, who had been giving a final speech for the night, was silenced into what I assumed to be apprehension and cautiously watched what the Goblet would do next. As I had predicted, Dumbledore found himself catching another piece of charred parchment, and a pregnant pause filled the hall as the aged professor's eyes widened in apparent surprise before narrowing in suspicion.
Out of all the names that the professor could have read, the one that was actually on the paper was the most shocking, and yet- it was also the most obvious.
"Harry Potter."
As another professor strode up to Dumbledore and whispered an anxious debate with the headmaster, I watched Harry's reaction. His frozen-stiff poise, and shocked expression was enough for me to conclude that he had never placed his name in the Goblet of Fire, manipulatively, or otherwise.
After a minute, the headmaster had straightened, and called out Harry's name again along with an "Up if you please!" From where I stood, I could see a steely glint in the man's eyes that reminded me slightly of Mana when something was dangerously wrong. Despite this, his voice only revealed a strict undertone.
When Harry had slowly made his way up to Dumbledore, the man stared down at his student. "Well... Through the door, Harry,"
The black haired youth just continued in his way to the door behind the head table, and as the door closed, I slipped through the gap and entered the room.
It was a smaller room that was lined with paintings of witches and wizards, and opposite Harry and I was a grand stone fireplace with a large fire merrily crackling in ignorance of the impressive-looking champions that stood before it, with each of their features exaggerated by the drastic difference of golden light and dark gray shadow.
I threw my hood back as I whispered in his ear, "I know you didn't place your name in the Goblet of Fire."
In what I had supposed to be shock, Harry jumped in surprise, and pivoted to face me. His emerald eyes widened when he saw me.
"Allen?" Disbelief was evident in his voice as he whispered back, "You believe that I didn't place my name in the Goblet?"
"Of course," I replied, "the fact that you were frozen stiff when your name was called was evidence enough."
"Thank you! I just wish that everyone else thought that as well." He sighed before he continued in a questioning tone. "By the way, why didn't you go in the door earlier?"
I decided to tell him a partial truth, knowing that I had to choose my words carefully. "I had a feeling that something was going to happen." I gave him a small smile, like whenever I played poker.
In response, Harry only threw me a look of confusion before being sidetracked by Fleur.
"Do they want us in the Hall?"
Just as Harry opened his mouth to reply though, Mr. Bagman approached us, and grabbed the boy's arm with a curious glint in his boy-like eyes.
"May I introduce- incredible though it may seem- the fifth Triwizard champion?"
The reactions from the other champions ranged from polite confusion to thinking that the idea of a fifth Triwizard champion as a joke. When Mr. Bagman assured that Harry being a Triwizard champion was no joke indeed, the champions reacted in shock. The door that led to the hall bursted open, releasing a group of seven adults into the room, before the conversation could go much further.
With Fleur's explanation to Madame Maxime about the situation, the adults began to argue like young children, debating the fairness of allowing Hogwarts to have two champions and the Age Line's ability to keep the younger students from submitting their names into the Goblet of Fire.
When Dumbledore questioned Harry himself about how his name got into the goblet, the reactions from most the adults obviously declared their misbelief.
All the while, I kept flicking my eyes towards Komui, wondering about how to react. Komui was actually oddly detached from the debate, and kept to the shadows while watching everyone else. I suspected that this was due to the fact that he was a scientist rather than a wizard, and his knowledge, or lack thereof, concerning magic.
I was not surprised to hear that Harry, despite his age difference, was still bound to the competition and must compete.
When I had left the small room with Komui, I passed by the older professor that I had met the night before, and I could have sworn that I had seen a smug expression flash across his face.
oOo
Meeting the other exorcists in the ark, I was slightly surprised to see Lenalee clenching her fists and looking down- her bangs covered her eyes.
"Lenalee," I asked, "are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she stated in an exasperated tone, "But I cannot believe how shallow some of these wizards really are!"
I nodded in understanding, but I also considered the fact that there would always be a shallow person in a group- that was just an annoying thing about human nature. I didn't tell that to Lenalee though.
Instead, I made my way through the ark to Headquarters, already planning out what I would order as soon as I got back. For some odd reason, the excitement from tonight made my stomach feel like an empty gaping, and deep cavern.
A/N: Wow! I never expected this chapter to be so difficult to write! I was also reading a lot of FanFiction recently, which may have contributed to the length of time it took to write this chapter. For those who know about the FIRST Robotics Competition, my team will be going to a regional next week, so hopefully, our robot can climb 90 inches to the top of this year's pyramid! Thank you for reading this chapter, and please review!