A/N: So, this chapter is going to be shorter than the first one. I hope I didn't throw too much information at you at once in the first chapter. I was still figuring out the order I wanted things to occur. I think this one is a good fit though. Sorry for any grammar cringes! I am working on them.

Chapter 2

Izaya didn't know what he was talking about…Mikado was thinking to himself as he laid in bed that night.

After the whole "confrontation" with Izaya earlier, Mikado had run right to his room in the Slytherin house. At the time, he didn't care that he was skipping classes and ruining his model student reputation. He just knew that he had to get away. He had to get away from the things that Izaya was implying. Because there was no way they could be true!...they couldn't be. He couldn't think about what Izaya was saying, it was too painful. Too confusing. He didn't want to believe any of it. He couldn't let Izaya see how much his words affected him, because then how could he prove Izaya wrong?

If Masaomi was in his house, he definitely would have come after Mikado. He was okay though. Mikado didn't really want his best friend to see him like this anyways...it was embarrassing.

He wasn't asleep yet, but hoped he would be soon. That is, rather than thinking about the disturbing things Izaya had said. Just because he was in Slytherin, didn't mean that he was a dark wizard…right? Of course I was surprised to be sorted into Slytherin! Mikado really was trying to move on from the things he had done in Ikebukuro. Being in Slytherin didn't necessarily mean that he hadn't…or did it? After all, it was really only his 'other personality' that seemed to match the Slytherin traits…so why would he be sorted into that house? Mikado began reflecting on his sorting hat ceremony…

Even though Mikado's friends and himself were new to Hogwarts, they had overheard some things from other students such as some opinions on the school houses. These were in various locations, such as hearing other students chatting about the houses in Diagon Alley or while they were boarding the train. Apparently, Gryffindor was the house to be. So of course, the trio had wanted to be in that one. They also overheard some very negative things about Slytherin. That was the house that was considered to be the dark wizards' Hogwarts house. There were other traits for it as well, such as cleverness, determination, and ambition. Even though these traits didn't particularly sound bad, the house still had a negative reputation. They had thought that they didn't need to worry about it though. None of them had thought they possessed Slytherin traits.

Mikado's and he had been very much so entranced by Hogwarts as they walked into the great hall. Yes there were magical attributes at Raira Academy, but here at Hogwarts it was definitely much more amazing. The roof looked like the night sky! It was absolutely stunning! He couldn't help but stare up at it in amazement. Clearly this school definitely had greater magical quality than Raira, even if there learning track was different. He was so entranced by the beauty of it, he almost hadn't heard when names began to get called for the sorting. He noticed how huge the room was. The tables were so long with so many students. Did Raira have nearly this many students?

Mikado sucked in a nervous breath when his name was called. He didn't know what to expect. He really hadn't heard much at all about the sorting ceremony except for a few things he and his friends had briefly overheard. Mikado had felt very uncertain during the sorting ceremony. He had walked up to the stool very nervously. Perhaps more so than his usual nervousness. They didn't have houses like this back at Raira. Then again, Raira Academy wasn't a boarding magical school. Mikado was unsure of what to expect as he sat on the stool.

Masaomi had already happily been sorted into Gryffindor. Mikado was very happy for him and hoped that he would end up in the same house as his best friend. He honestly had no idea which house was right for him. As he felt the hat placed on his head, he was startled by the sudden voice he could hear in his head. Instead of hearing a voice through his ears, Mikado could almost feel a pressure coming out from his temples towards the inside of his mind. The voice wasn't verbal, but he could hear it loudly in his mind. It was very unsettling nobody had told him it would speak in his mind!

"Interesting…very interesting. There are multiple houses that could be good for you! Hmm…"

Mikado wasn't sure where to glance. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the room staring at him. Was this taking longer than it normally does? He could feel his face heating up slightly out of self-consciousness.

"Hmm…I can see that you genuinely do care about others, especially your friends. You are also very intelligent and brave…but wait." There was almost a pause.

"I can sense darkness in you." Mikado glanced up towards the hat, almost as though he thought he would actually be able to see it.

W-what do you mean? Mikado had thought.

"There is a dark part of you that I cannot ignore." Mikado paled at this. A d-d-dark part? W-w-what did it m-mean by that? That comment really scared him. He began to think about the events which had occurred in Ikebukuro, and desperately hoped that he had misheard the magical hat.

"Plus, along with that, I can also see that you are ambitious. You always strive to be the best that you can and even try to be greater than you are. Along with these traits, I can also tell that you are a very powerful wizard." This surprised him as well. A powerful wizard? Me? There was no way! He couldn't be a more ordinary wizard. This experience was definitely growing more weird for him…

"This indeed has been a difficult decision…" Mikado could already tell that he had been up there longer than the others before him. What were the other students thinking as they waited? Why was he taking so much longer than the others? The last thing Mikado wanted was to stand out too much at this new school. Especially considering occurrences he had experienced in the past in Ikebukuro.

"I believe the house I will have to place you in is…SLYTHERIN!" Mikado's eyes widened in shock. Had he heard that right? S-s-slytherin? The house considered to be for dark wizards? He really had not expected to be placed in this house. What would the other students think of him? Would they brand him as dark before even meeting him? Although, the hat mentioning sensing a darkness in him…this scared Mikado. He had thought that he had finally gotten the chance to turn over a new leaf. Would it ever go away?

Mikado found he couldn't even look at Masaomi as he shyly made his way over to the Slytherin table. Mikado wouldn't be in the same house as his best friend. Since he was new here, this made Mikado very nervous. Not only that, but along with the darkness associated with the Slytherin house, Mikado was now in the house that was the biggest house rival of his best friend's. Granted, this wouldn't be the first time they were part of groups rivalling each other, but still! He didn't exactly like it. This gave Mikado the impression that it may be difficult to hang out with Masaomi as much as he would want to.

What does Masaomi think of this? Would he be weary around Mikado again? Would he be scared for Mikado? Would Anri be scared of him now? No, Mikado reassured himself. He knew his friends. They wouldn't abandon him just because of the house he ended up in. Ever since the incident with the small gun, Mikado had attempted countless times to prove himself to his friends again. He completely disconnected any previous associations he had to anything gang related; that was including the dollars, blue squares, and Izaya. He had gotten a job, hoping to help with any medical bills Masaomi might have. Even though Masaomi had assured him that they didn't need him to do that, Mikado couldn't help himself. He had taken up extra hours of volunteer community service, hoping he could do all he could to clean up any damage the dollars or the Blue Squares had committed. He had anonymously turned in any criminals he had worked with. He did anything he could think of, apologizing profusely to anyone who had been hurt because of him. He just couldn't keep Izaya's words from haunting his mind. The only ones he hadn't really tried to help were Aoba, the blue squares, and Izaya.

He only wished he could erase that event from ever occurring…but still he would prove himself to his friends even when they said he had already regained their trust back. But he felt he had to. He didn't feel like he deserved to have their trust back…he didn't trust himself yet. He didn't know when he would be able to forgive himself. He had often wondered about this other personality of his…but feared that voicing his thoughts on the subject would bring into the light that he probably was crazy. He didn't want to think about it. The only ones who seemed to truly suspect this were Izaya and Aoba. The others had just thought he was a victim to Izaya's manipulations. Granted this wasn't completely wrong, but he was too afraid to bring up this other possibility. What would happen if he did? These many scattered thoughts were going through his head after he had been sorted.

There was lots of cheering coming from the table. There were many congratulations and rushed introductions, but Mikado found that he had trouble focusing on any of them. Despite the fact that he was now a Slytherin, the others in the house still made him nervous. He couldn't stop thinking about how the house was considered to be the dark wizards' house. He hadn't fully registered that he was in this house yet. He was intimidated by them, and couldn't shake off the feeling that he was really out of place. A lot of them seemed to be almost over confident by the way they were holding themselves and introducing themselves to him. This was very different from how shy and nervous he would be often. They seemed caught up in themselves whereas he was caught up in others. Was this really the right fit? Mikado had to admit that he could be very ambitious at times, especially when it came to his performance in school. But, that didn't necessarily mean that he was meant to be in this house though.

When he got to the table he sat next to a boy with short dark hair. The boy had his face in a book, almost as though he had been reading during the entire ceremony. Surprisingly, he looked up when Mikado sat down. Mikado noticed this boy seemed to have Asian features to his face. He gave Mikado a small polite smile, but the smile didn't seem to reach his eyes. The vacant look in the boy's eyes almost seemed to have a hint of sadness to them. But, this was so small that Mikado wondered if he had just imagined it. The boy held his hand out to Mikado.

"Takayuki Chang." Mikado was still catching on to western traditions. Remembering what that meant, he quickly shook the other boy's hand.

"Mikado Ryugamine." Takayuki nodded and then went back to reading his book. Despite the closed-offness, Mikado smiled in spite of himself. Of the others at the table, Takayuki seemed less intimidating. He didn't seem fake or try to impress Mikado with 'blood-status' like some of the others had. Mikado was just thankful to find at least one other person in his house to be somewhat comfortable around. Takayuki didn't seem to give off as much of a predatory air as some of the others at the house had. It made Mikado feel slightly better. He wasn't sure if he would be friends with this guy, since the guy already seemed to keep to himself, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about being tricked if he was with Takayuki. At least, that was what Mikado had thought. There was a different air about himself that Takayuki seemed to be giving off, but Mikado couldn't really place what it meant. Mikado really wasn't as good at analyzing people as Izaya was, even though he tried. Mikado then got upset with himself for comparing himself to that informant.

He watched the rest of the sorting take place. Anri was put into Gryffindor with Masaomi. He was happy for her though. She deserved to be in a friendly house with one of her good friends. After all, she was typically more nervous than he was. Especially considering she had just given up Saika. Anri had told them this before the trio had prepared to go to Hogwarts. Mikado didn't entirely understand the whole ordeal with Saika, but he knew that she's had Saika in her for a very long time.

Anri didn't say anything about it, but he knew Anri well enough that he could tell she was more lonely without Saika. She almost clung to Mikado and Masaomi more so than she had before giving up the demonic blade. Despite this, at least she wasn't calling herself a parasite anymore. Mikado almost thought he saw fear in her eyes more now. He figured there were some feelings in her still hidden inside. Even though Mikado still had trouble grasping the concept of Saika, he had thought that he heard Anri saying about how the demon blade would whisper into her head 'I love you' over and again.

It seemed like for most people, that would drive them crazy. She seemed lonelier without it though. He desperately cared for Anri and hoped they could help her in whatever way they could. Mikado felt like he could handle himself in his house. It didn't take the other Slytherins long to realize how atypical he truly was for their house though, unfortunately for Mikado.

Somehow, Mikado had managed to fall asleep eventually. He had a strange dream though. He was walking through a long hallway with very tall shelves on each side. The shelves were filling with glowing glass spheres, which appeared to be the only sources of light. He was looking through the different spheres, noticing that they were organized by name. He was passing Ms, then Ns, then Os…

There was one, whose name he couldn't see yet, but he could tell it was clearly drawing him to it though. Ps…Qs…There were whispers all around him that were very eerie. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but could almost feel mentions of darkness…and his name…He was reaching for one orb glowing brighter than the others. But before he could reach to touch it, everything seemed to twist away into strange undistinguishable colors. Then, he felt he was in some kind of liquid. He couldn't remember really seeing anything, except maybe a liquid-like fog. But he could hear voices again, this time they were muffled as though he was hearing them through liquid. Again, they were hard to understand. But these voices were different. The first ones had sounded like an echo. This sounded more like they were just distant. Every so often, he could pick up some discussion about a specific boy…and he could tell there was a serious tone to the conversation. He tried to lean closer towards the direction of the sound, but he only moved in slow motion. The voices didn't get any louder. Mikado was so frustrated that he was no closer to understanding what was being said. Mikado's curiosity was killing him.

Izaya laughed to himself. He was sitting up on his bed, eyes closed. It really was so much fun messing with that boy! Izaya was so happy he had learned magic involving the mind. Since Izaya was an information broker, he had many ways of gathering information. From one of his sources, he had overheard Dumbledore and another professor talk about a boy from a prophecy. Given that this discussion took place in Japan, Izaya had his suspicions on who they were talking about. This was part of the reason he followed them to Hogwarts though. At some point, Izaya had been able to sneak using Dumbledore's pensieve himself to confirm his suspicions. And he was right! However, even he had not known just how detailed the prophecy was. Izaya then took it up upon himself to have some fun with this. Using the memory he had gathered from the pensieve, Izaya had begun to gradually place them into Mikado's dreams. Typically, he would only place part of the memory, or give him a distorted segment of it knowing that this would drive Mikado insane. He wanted to see what Mikado would do. Would he go to the place he was dreaming of? Would he discover that the prophecy was about him? What would he do with this knowledge? Izaya simply couldn't wait to find out! Oh, how he loved humans!

The next morning Mikado woke up late and had to rush to his next class. Unfortunately for Mikado though, other students had overheard the discussion with Izaya in the hallway the other day. That is, students he really didn't want to hear those things.

A/N: I realize how similar the dream scene is to a scene in the fifth HP story. Mikado does have a different fate from Harry though.

A/N: I haven't decided yet how often I am going to update yet. Please let me know if there is anything in the story so far that isn't clear. Thank you.