A/N: Review Responses-

RoxyStar05: I know exactly what you mean by wanting to know what is going to happen next, and not wanting to know what is going to happen next. I tend to find myself in the same position when reading other fanfiction :)

PoisonousDemon: Since the first task will be included in this chapter, I won't reveal anything except that I found it to be almost like the wizarding world's equivalent of an akuma.

Misuto (Guest): I'm glad to hear that you liked how Allen handled Snape! I wasn't too sure if it was a bit O.C. for either character, but I think I did alright in the final copy of the chapter.

the allen walker: I'm glad to hear that you liked the chapter! Things will start to be even more interesting very soon ;)

Katt (Guest): Thank you! I remember reading some of the other Harry Potter/D. Gray-Man crossovers, and some of the other methods of blending the plots together are pretty interesting as well.

MidoriHikari00: If you liked the flashbacks from previois chapters, then I have a feeling that you might really like the flashback at the end of this one :)

Everyone who reviewed: Thank you for reviewing this fanfiction! Every review is greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or settings from DGM or Harry Potter, they belong to Katsura Hoshino, and J.K. Rowling respectively. This fanfiction was written for entertainment purposes only.

POV Switch- Hermione Granger

Ever since I had met him on the night that the international schools had arrived at Hogwarts, I couldn't help but constantly think about the enigma who was the Triwizard champion for the mysterious Rosa Crux Academy, Allen Walker.

His attention grabbing white hair and his peculiar scar seemed to fit him in a way; sometimes, I wondered if he was naturally an albino. His eyes were deep, silver pools that always seemed to drag me into their depths, and his voice seemed to sooth nerves that had been tense due to being around Harry and Ron constantly. He was one of the few teenagers that appeared to be wise beyond their years, and he was attractively smart as well.

Until I had met him, I didn't realize how much I had longed for someone around my age that I can have a decent conversation with, without having to always make sure that I used simple vocabulary so my companions would understand what I was trying to say.

To say the least, he was a refreshing change in my life.

He wasn't the only one from Rosa Crux though that stood out from a crowd, they all were unique, but he just seemed to be the most intriguing to me.

There was the flamboyant Lavi, with hair an intense red that could rival that of a Weasley. He was the flirtatious, joking type, and while I only saw him during meal times, I could see a seriousness in his eye that was never shown in his behavior.

There was also the stunning Lenalee- the envy of the majority of the student population. Most of the girls seemed to wish that they had her ethereal beauty, with a slender frame, and the ability to wear tauntingly short miniskirts without being embarrassed. Most of the boys who were not dating seemed to want Lenalee for themselves, but after an unspoken incident that occurred between the headmaster of Rosa Crux, who just happened to be her older brother, and a boy who made the mistake of flirting with her, all attempts to win her heart were halted. Instead the male student population made it their job to be her bodyguards.

The mysterious Kanda also happened to attract attention, albeit he also seemed to efficiently repel people as well; the threatening glare in his eyes, and the exotic, sharp sword that was always at his side appeared to play a role in that. His dark, silken hair was a puzzle for the more vain students, who wondered what he did to keep his hair in such a perfect condition, even with its long length. From what I heard though, he was also a top student in the classes that he took.

The headmaster was an interesting one as well. I never really talked to him, but word of his previous endeavors had spread like wildfire. Most of the things that I had heard of though seemed to be too preposterous to be legit. Who in their right mind would even make five different robots, that went haywire because of whatever technological difficulties, and named all of the "Sir Kromlin?" I also heard that he had created a type of potion that made almost everyone in the school the equivalent of a zombie- saved only by another headmaster in the Asian branch of the school. I decided to dismiss these ideas to be rumors, but when Allen had overheard a group of students gossiping about one of these instances, he had visibly paled. When I asked if he was alright, he mentioned that he was fine, but while his voice seemed strong enough, I could hear it faintly wavering.

oOo

It was after double potions, and neither Allen or Harry had returned from wherever they were. I was annoyed by Ron's constant complaining about how Harry was a Triwizard champion, and he wasn't- frankly, I was tired of his behavior, so I ditched him, and left for the library.

As I aimlessly wandered through the aisles of ancient tomes, I ran my fingers along their spines, relishing the feel of old leather as I did so. It was a nice feeling, and I could barely imagine the hordes of knowledge that they contained.

I smiled, taking in the warm, comforting scent of dusty volumes, and yellowed pages that crinkled with age.

Something quickly caught my eye as I had been striding down the aisles.

It was a notebook- something that would be found in a muggle store, and it appeared to have not seen any daylight for a few years. Its many pages were contained in a wire binding, and the covers were made from a thin black plastic. I could tell that it was cheaply made, but I pulled it off of the shelf anyways.

It actually appeared to be research notes, but I dismissed the idea because I had never heard of such a concept.

That is, until I opened the cover, revealing the entire front page filled with small, neat handwriting. I flipped to the next page, and the page after that, and so on. They were all filled with the same handwriting, and the notebook was almost completely used except for a last few pages in the back.

When I flipped back to the front, I scoured the inside covers for a name, but I was only rewarded with an alias.

The Crowned Clown.

I quickly made a decision to borrow the notebook without asking, quietly slipping it into my book bag before moving on to another row as if nothing had happened.

Internally, I was burning with curiosity. I couldn't wait to start reading.

oOo

POV Switch- Allen Walker

I could tell that as the weeks grew closer to the first task, the other champions were getting more agitated.

I payed no heed though, only worrying about the mission.

Trying to find innocence in a school of magic was like trying to find a specific needle in a pile of needles- in other words, almost impossible. Nevertheless, I continued to keep an eye out for any potential signs. I also hadn't noticed any akuma, but just like the innocence, I kept an an eye out for them as well.

It was the morning of the tournament when I started to focus on the first task. I wasn't worried though- fighting an akuma was probably much worse than anything that they could test me with. I was quite thankful that at least no lives were at risk.

Thankfully, there was only a half of a day's worth of classes, and oddly enough, the hours until the first task seemed to fly by.

In what seemed like moments from when I exited the ark, I had been seated for lunch when Komui told me to head towards the arena for the first task.

Due to tradition, he escorted me down to a tent that was nearby a clump of trees around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and departed with a whispered wish of good luck.

He didn't have any need to worry, and he knew it. Compared to fighting a level four akuma, this task was sure to be a cakewalk.

When I entered the tent, I realized that I was one of the last to arrive, with Harry being the only champion yet to appear.

I simply shrugged to myself at the thought. Harry didn't seem to be a person who could deal with the anticipation of danger very well, but that was to be expected. He had lived a relatively "danger-free" lifestyle, and if he did run into danger, it was always spontaneous- without warning. But that thought process was based off of what he had heard, and Harry's own behavior in various situations.

Harry's entrance pulled me out of my thoughts, and left me to decide to ponder on my thoughts later.

"Harry! Good-o! Come in, come in, make yourself at home!" Somehow, I had failed to notice Mr. Bagman's outrageous outfit until he had spoken.

He was wearing some ill-fitting robes that I assumed were for quidditch, and their color scheme resembled that of a wasp. I could only wonder as to why he was wearing them.

"Well, now we're all here- time to fill you in! When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag-" As Mr. Bagman spoke, he held up a small sack that appeared to be made from purple silk, kept tightly closed by a golden drawstring. "-from which you will each select a small model of the ring that you are about to face! There are different- er -varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else as well... Your task is to collect the golden egg!"

With that, he left us to ponder his words until Mr. Bagman picked up the purple sack once again.

He held up the bag to Fleur with the proclamation of "Ladies first!"

Her quivering hand was placed inside the bag, and when she pulled it out, I was mildly surprised to notice that she held a nearly perfect model of a dragon- a Welsh Green to be precise. It had a number two around its neck.

Apparently, the first task was to get a golden egg from a dragon, and oddly enough, it wasn't unlike the missions that I've been assigned in the past. At least I would get a decent amount of practice- over the slow weeks up until the task, life had been rather dull, and I suspected that I was getting lax in my exercise regime. A dragon wasn't an akuma, but it would probably act like one.

While I was lost in my thoughts, Krum had pulled out a Chinese Fireball, and Cedric's dragon was a Swedish Shortsnout. The numbers around the dragons' necks were three, and one respectively. Harry had also pulled out his dragon, and from the way that he was reacting, he already knew at least a little as to why the Hungarian Horntail was infamous. It had a number four around its neck.

Confidently, I reached my hand into the bag and gently closed it around the remaining dragon in the bag. When I saw what dragon I had pulled out, I couldn't help but smirk at how fitting it was. I got the wizarding world's equivalent of an akuma. The dragon that I was going to be up against was a Peruvian Vipertooth.

I recalled reading about them when I was still a first year at Hogwarts, and from what I could remember, their fangs were venomous, and they were the fastest known breed of dragon, albeit the smallest as well.

When all of the champions had a model of a dragon in their hands, Mr. Bagman spoke again.

"Well, there you are! You have each pulled out the dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragons, do you see? Now I'm going to have to leave you in a moment, because I'm commentating. Mr. Diggory, you're first, just go out into the enclosure when you hear a whistle, all right? Now... Harry... could I have a quick word? Outside?"

It was then when I began to contemplate as to how I could retrieve the golden egg from what I had assumed to be a female dragon. I suspected that it would be surrounded by real eggs, and points would probably be docked from my score if they were damaged. We weren't told specifically about a point system being used in the tournament, but it would make more sense than using a pass/fail system.

Despite the fact that I had a vague idea as to how I was going to get the golden egg, I already knew that unless I knew the exact circumstances I wouldn't be able to plan anything.

It was times like these when I was quite glad that I had wit.

oOo

Every time a whistle blew in the distance, one of the champions left the tent.

Each match, I could hear the roaring of the crowd, Mr. Bagman's commentary, and applause. But everything seemed distant, and I couldn't distinguish one noise from another. Everything blurred together until the final whistle was blown.

It was now my turn to grab the golden egg.

I surveyed my surroundings as I entered the enclosure, cataloging every inch of geography into two groups.

Something that could give me an advantage; something that wouldn't.

Hundreds of faces seemed to loom over me- staring, watching my every move.

The Peruvian Vipertooth was at the opposite end of the enclosure, with its smooth, copper scales glimmering in the November afternoon light. Its amber eyes reflected the sunlight in a way that made them appear to be gold, while two small, black horns protruded from its head. Dark ridge markings lined its spine, and ended with a long tail that appeared to have small spikes around the arrowhead shaped tip. When I entered the enclosure, it seemed to be flaunting its wide wingspan, and the constant flapping of its wings seemed to create a small whirlwind.

The Vipertooth held itself over what I noticed to be a nest that was full of copper eggs, and in the middle, was a flash of gold. The golden egg.

Suddenly, the dragon's nostrils flared at what I presumed to be my scent.

It was now aware of my presence.

I simply flashed a grin back at it, and let a laugh of pleasure escape my throat.

This was going to be fun.

oOo

Dodge left;

Dodge right;

Backhand spring;

Roll forward.

It was just the dragon, and myself. No- there was no dragon, it was just another akuma, a level two perhaps, or a level three. I've already defeated several of their type before, this was no different.

In my mind, I saw the level three akuma crouching protectively over a shard of innocence. Surrounding us were just the remains of an open air mine, and Crown Clown had settled comfortably on my shoulders as I activated my innocence, flowing down my back like a cape with fur trim.

I was no longer a student from some fictional wizarding school in a strange tournament. I was no longer being watched by spectators who came from all over Europe, or suspected of being the 14th Noah. I was just myself, living the simple life that I had led before I was a fully-fledged exorcist in the Black Order, and had heard of the clan of Noah.

A burst of flame shook me out of my thoughts, requiring me to focus on the task at hand.

Immediately, I wrapped Crown Clown around me- effectively blocking a stream of flame as I steadily made my way to both the "akuma" and the "innocence," using the acrobatics that I learned with Mana to dodge- twisting, and flipping as I did so.

As I came closer to the "akuma," my speed increased, needing to dodge not only the flames anymore, but the claws as well.

Quickly, I snatched the "innocence" before the "akuma" realized that I had what it was supposed to be protecting, and used Clown Belt to pull myself out of the chained "akuma's" reach.

The whole ordeal only took less than ten minutes, and I didn't even break a sweat. I stood proud, with a small smile dancing across my lips- recalling the refreshing feeling of being able to use Crown Clown in battle.

Only then could I feel a mildly chilly November breeze as it ruffled through my hair, and the golden afternoon sunlight, as it only slightly warmed my face. I must have ignored these simple pleasures as I was about to face the "akuma" who was no longer an akuma, but a dragon yet again.

I turned to the stands, slightly worried at the silence that hung heavily over them. The majority of the crowd either had their eyes wide open in shock, or their jaws had dropped in what I had assumed to be pure awe.

Suddenly, a member in the crowd had started to slowly clap, with each strike growing steadily louder, and faster. Soon, others started to join in, and the applause grew into a defending roar.

I was quite positive that students from all of the schools were included in the applause.

When the crowd had moderately quieted down, I turned to the judges to await my score.

The first to give their score was Madame Maxime, a long silver ribbon shooting out of her wand to form a large number nine.

Mr. Crouch, surprisingly enough, gave a ten, as did Professor Dumbledore, and Komui. Mr. Bagman gave a nine, and Professor Karkaroff only gave a two.

Right after Professor Karkaroff gave his score, a girlish giggle filled the air, and the scent of strawberry flavored lollipops wafted around me.

"Allen..."

I knew that voice, and I really didn't like what it meant if its owner was here. I hoped that it was just my mind playing tricks on me, and I proceeded to ignore it as I made my way back to the champion's tent. I wasn't sure where to go, but I wasn't sure if I left something behind or not.

"Allen..." Another giggle, this time I could feel a small, invisible hand as it gently caressed my cheek- the touch was light, almost as if it were the wind. "Allen, I can't wait to play with you again!"

"Not now Road," I growled under my breath, "I'm a little busy at the moment."

"But Allen-" Her voice took on a whine-like tone.

I proceeded to ignore her, wishing that she would just leave me alone, but I doubted that it would have any effect on her behavior.

Surprisingly though, she did seem to leave me alone after a time period of about ten minutes or so, but not without a huff of annoyance, and a promise to be back later.

I was only left to my thoughts for a little bit until the other champions entered the tent with Mr. Bagman.

"Well done, all if you!" It was Mr. Bagman who spoke, and the look of pride on his face was as if he had faced a dragon himself. "Now, just a few quick words. You've got a nice long break before the second task, which will take place at half past nine on the morning of February the twenty-fourth- but we're giving you something to think about in the meantime! If you look down at those golden eggs you're all holding, you will see that they open... See the hinges there? You need to solve the clue inside the egg because it will tell you what the second task is, and enable you to prepare for it! All clear? Well off you go then!"

When I left the tent, I was joined by Lenalee, and Lavi, both of them explaining to me what the other champions did to get their golden eggs, and their opinions as to which method was best.

We all seemed to agree that that the title of best method was tied between Harry using some type of broomstick called a Firebolt, and my method of using Crow Clown.

Even though I didn't voice my musings, I wondered how the others in the Black Order would try to get past a dragon. I fully believed that everyone in the Black Order had some sort of skill that would cause them to successfully complete what I had to do for the first task.

It was just before I was about to enter the ark to go back to the Black Order when I looked back towards the castle, and the lake. As if it were a stimulus, my mind traveled to a memory from long ago.

(Flashback...)

Impressive red-gold tongues of flame reached up from a large pile of logs, merrily crackling all the while in the library's large fireplace.

Sitting in a plush arm chair, Allen was basking in the warmth that the flames provided, keeping the black notebook with him as he flipped through some notes that he had written previously.

Madame Prince kept her eye on the youth she favored so much, careful of how much he would push himself. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that he was looking for something- something that was very important.

Unknown to her, that was exactly what Allen was looking for.

In all the books that he had read, Allen was looking for a spell, or potion that can repair memories, and it wouldn't hurt if it could help their sanity a little in the process as well.

Initially, Allen had joined Mana to help him remember the things that he had forgotten, that was what he had told himself, but he was also worried for the man. He had seemed like he was slightly "off his rocker," as the students at Hogwarts would say, and if Allen could help him, he would gladly do so. He loved Mana as he would his own father.

To his dismay, the boy couldn't find such a spell or potion in any of the books that he thought that he could find something in. His solution was to create something himself.

He had heard that a society of mermaids were at the bottom of the lake, and from what he had heard, they had been there since even before the four founders discovered the valley in which Hogwarts was established. Hopefully they would know of something that could help, and if not, at least they could steer him towards someone who would.

(Flashback End...)

A/N: So the scene with the dragon is my first action scene, and I hope that you guys liked it! Next chapter should be a lead-in to the Yule Ball, and may even include the Ball itself. There will also be a flashback, although I have a faint idea as to what information it may include. Totally random, but does anyone have any preferences as to whom Allen goes to the Ball with? Please review!