Miss Antisocial Butterfly

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-Chapter 13

"I-I'm not so sure what happened back there professor."

Word was spread faster than you could say 'Hogsmeade'. Many feared speculators figured it was the work of the dark lord. Many parents were worried but somewhat rest assured knowing that their kids were in one of the safest place in the wizarding world.

After the first incident, many of the kids instinctively knew to gather. Most kids and bystanders of the incident were quick to flee the battlefield. Many saw sights of the monsters, but no one stuck around long enough to take more than a peek. Only a few (students in fact) had any information on the attack.

Out of everybody, Harry was the only who actually got close enough to see the creatures. He was in deep questioning for the fact that he was actually there, unlike his friends (Hermione and Ron mainly) who stood on the background, way far in the back. Of course, there were two other main leads, but one was in the infirmary while the other was M.I.A. (Missing in Action).

All Dumbledore could do was interrogate the witnesses. So far, out of all the students he's questioned, none really had any speculation as to what the hell happened back there.

"When those things attacked, the professor ran there. I was going to go with the other students, but I realized the professor was trying to protect us by shielding us from those things. But," he paused. "He forgot his wand." Harry felt a little uncomfortable; it wasn't exactly a lie… Right? "So I borrowed a broom and flew it to him! But, but when I was about to get away, I ran into something! I'm not sure what it was, but I ran into something hard and fell."

Harry could still feel the cold and hard surface of whatever it was. He also knew that this was making him sound ditsy, but he had no other way of explaining it.

Dumbledore nodded, keep his mouth shut to listen to the boy.

"And then, I think I was knocked out a bit." He paused, remembering yet again the incident that took place just a few hours ago. "All I can remember from that part were those things Professor, they looked like monsters! And this one was going to shoot me, I'm not even sure as to why I'm not full of holes right now."

"Shoot Harry?"

"Yes, it had hundreds of needle like things and it came shooting out from its mouth!" Harry's eyes darkened. "Professor," he started. "You don't think, that this was Voldemort's doing…. Do you?"

The old wizard looked out of his window to the open. "I don't know Harry. This kind of thing is all very new. I have never heard of such an incident like this."

Harry kept his mouth shut. Something like this, even the professor wasn't sure of? This, this was too weird; something was going on and he knew he had to get to the bottom of this.

"It's getting rather late, is there anything else you could tell me before you retire for the night Harry?"

Harry snapped out of his mini trance. "Oh, um, wh-when the professor fainted, something glowed really bright in his, um, pants." Harry felt awkward saying that, as if he was somewhat being accuse of staring at guy's pants. "I'm not sure at all what happened after that, because I was blinded really badly. When my vision returned, all I saw was Malfoy was, um…" He didn't know how to say it.

"Was what Harry?"

"W-well," he blushed slightly, hoping the heat wasn't visible on his face. "It looked like Malfoy was about to kis- um, give the Professor C.P.R."

The older man's widen slightly, a look of both surprise and curiosity. "Oh." Was the only thing that escaped his mouth. "I see." He looked over the window yet again. "Alright, thank you Harry."

Harry took it as a sign to get out. Which he did. But not before the elder offered him some lemon drops. Which he kindly rejected, not in a mood for sweets.

Hermione's POV

God, Ron is such a git, I mean seriously, how could he be eating at a time like this?

The common's room was near empty, save for me and this glutton. Professor Dumbledore already questioned everybody he could; Harry was just the last one. I needed to talk to him bad. He's been gone for over an hour now, like really? With the time me and this endless pit took together was way less than his.

"Hermione! Don't do that to my Mia!"

I threw him a look. What in the world was this boy talking about? "Ron, what in the world are you talking about, all I'm doing is-"

"Herms, you're sitting on Mia!" I shrieked a little when he pushed me off the couch. Ow, that hurt. Good, my wand was just a couple of steps away. Now don't get me wrong or anything, Ron is kind of cute and somewhat intelligent….. In a way. Sometimes. Alright, so I somewhat, kind of, possibly liked him before. But honestly, I must've been crazy then. I swear he just makes my blood boil sometimes.

"Ron, you-you-"

Before I could hex him to the next year, Harry came flying through the doors. He looked like a mess.

"What in bloody hell happened to you?!" God I wished there was a spell to shut up a person permanently. Or something. But he was right.

"Harry, you look like a boggart chased you all the way here." His clothes were a mess, so was his hair. Every inch of his body (that I could see at least) were covered in sweat and even in this dim of a lighting, I could see his face was very flush.

"No-" He huffed, he took a quick second to catch his breath. "I needed to talk to you guys. About today."

End of POV

Ron put away 'Mia', the female rat he got for his own little one, in one of the tables away from the bushy haired girl; she never even like the first one.

The three gathered around the fire, both for warmth a light. Right now is the best time to talk, might as well get a little comfy.

"I've been thinking about it since this afternoon. What if those things were from Voldemort?"

The two others flinched a little when you-know-who's name was spoken, in such a ignorant little tone as well.

Harry couldn't help but get a little angry. "Stop that, it's just a name!" He hissed.

The two looked down slightly. There was a pregnant silence.

"I-I don't know Harry, I've talk with Professor Dumbledore about it earlier and he said he had no ideas as to what those things could have been-"

"Exactly Hermione!" Harry clapped his hands together as if he just figured out some big mystery. "Think about it you guys, these past years Voldemort has been gaining more power. What if, what if he figured out some kind of powerful, new spell? What if he did? Maybe the ministry has some kind of file for this. Maybe it's some kind of old magic. Maybe if we told them, they could help or something."

Ron stayed silent, not quite sure what to say. I mean, it could have been, but then again, it could just be something else.

"Harry, I know you're anxious about him, but think about it. It could, and it could not be involved with him. And also, do you really think the ministry would do anything? Remember Cedric?"

Harry froze and stayed silent at Hermione's words.

She cursed inwardly as she just realized that she struck a bone. "Harry, I'm so sorry, I di-"

"No, no, it's alright Hermione." His soft smile returned. "I know, I remember it, I remember it all."

She swore she saw a twinkle in his eye. A tear?

"But Hermione, what if Voldemort is behind this? This is our chance." He looked at Ron, the two best friends immediately knowing what the other was thinking. "We have to figure out what those were, because I don't know what's going to happen next time. At least maybe, this time, we could save at least a life or two."

Hermione couldn't win, not against these two, especially with that look they were giving her. Damn her ability to not resist adorable things (unfortunately) her two best friends included.

"Fine! Alright, alright, I get it!" She shot the two a look, a threat to stop it with the look. "Tomorrow, we'll hit the library and see if we could find anything about them-don't give me that look Potter! Weasley! You're the one who wanted to figure out what these things are."

Ron proceeded to grumble about how 'a bookworm should be able to do things herself' while Hermione proceeded to smack him upside the head.

Harry couldn't help but laugh. He wished time could just stop forever. Everything, everything just seemed so perfect, so peaceful, so right. That's what he told himself. Just right. Right?

But in the back of his head, he couldn't help but feel like something is about to change, something is about to happen.

"Allen-kun, what are you doing here? Aren't you still supposed to be at the hospital-"

Allen grabbed Kumoi by his collar.

It was pretty late at night, he was supposed to be in bed, waiting for old, grouchy Merida to change his bandages. But here he was, in his hospital jammies, hoisting the scientist up to meet eye to eye.

Something was strange, because unlike a couple of weeks ago, Allen is finally catching up to everybody else. He was just five feet and about six inches last he check. Ever since his last mission, everything seemed to be changing. He was at least five feet nine inches now. Oh, by the way, isn't Kanda like five feet eight or something? Back to the story.

"Kanda's in trouble, the whole mission is going to fail without another Exorcist."

Kumoi smiled a blank, clueless smile, as if to say 'and your point is?'

"Send another Exorcist Kumoi-san." Allen's normally cheery eyes narrowed a bit when Kumoi didn't reply. "Or else I'll tell Lenalee-chan what you did last week."

Kumoi's eyes widen. "No, you can't Allen! Lenalee will, Lenalee will hate me for sure!"

Good, that was the reaction Allen wanted to see.

Kumoi started to flap his arms as if he was a little kid wanting to get down. "Alright, alright! You win Allen, I'll send another Exorcist with Kanda!"

Allen smiled. Good…. He was, he was just doing this to make sure Kanda was alright! As a fellow Exorcist! Okay! This definitely, strictly professional. He was just making sure his co-worker would be fine and wouldn't die, he needs- er, the organization needed him. Nothing was going on, and he definitely felt nothing except hate for the Japanese man… Boy.

"-I think I can send Lavi, he's free for now-" Kumoi froze at the look Allen gave him. A small spark appeared from the darken eyes of his.

"Kumoi-san, I'm still too injury to take on solo missions, and I'm sure Lavi wouldn't mind visiting the Caribbean on an all-girls cruise. Don't you think so too?"

Kumoi shrunk back. Way back. There it was. His signature 'Gentlemanly' smile. On Allen.

Tonight was going to be a very long night for the clueless Kumoi.

"This is all your fault Ron, if the professor kills us, I'm killing you. In your sleep."

"Me?! It was Harry that wouldn't wake up!"

To this young Harry Potter groaned, both from the yelling and the intense headache.

"Yeah, well you snoozed off earlier than us and didn't wake him till ten minutes ago!"

"Shut up guys, just, just keep running ok!" Harry screamed.

He was definitely not feeling well. The entire weekend was spent in the library from dusk till dawn. The three teens stayed up late and woke up early. The got at least ten hours of sleep the whole weekend. And they had nothing to show for it. It made no sense; they even snuck in the forbidden section and nothing.

And now they were about to be late. To their evil Defense Against Dark Arts teacher's class. Who strangely, now that Harry thought about it, haven't been around since the accident.

He turned his head back to say something to the other two. Even when sick, he was still the fastest of the bunch. Man they were slow. "I didn't see the professor at all this weekend. Don't you think that's a little strang-"

And to this point, Harry tripped. Well, more like he fell. On a person.

"Harry!"

His two besties ran over to him (they were pretty far back) making sure he was alright.

Harry groaned as his head swarmed. Too much, this was just too much for his little brain. 'The person-'

He peeked open a groggy eye and saw white. White hair to be specific. Oh my god, he just ran over an old person! He quickly shot up and off the old man (woman?).

"I'm so sorry, here." He held out a hand. The stranger looked at it before he looked up to meet him face to face.

Harry's other hand instinctively reached for his scar. This person wasn't old at all. Harry noticed it all, the other's sparkling eyes, his charming lips, his somewhat tanned skin (which worked amazingly well with his hair) but what stood out the most was the scar that ran down his eye.

The stranger kindly accepted the offer which was a somewhat bad idea for Harry was still in a daze. It resulted in the small boy being pulled down right on the stranger yet again.

"Um, is this some kind of English wizarding greeting?" The white haired boy laughed, not too sure what to do. Neither did Harry.

"So-sorry!" Hermione apologized in Harry's stead. "Harry! Get off of him!" She hissed while she and Ron pulled the dazed boy to his feet.

She held her hand out but quickly pulled it back when she realized the other was already up and ready to go. Hermione couldn't help but gulped as she got a good view of the other person.

He was young, although his hair was white as snow. (Maybe some kind of fashion statement?) Just as Harry, she immediately noticed all his features of his face. That scar did nothing but compliment this boy's alien looks. She couldn't help but notice his clothing as well. It was like the something you'd see in the movies. She blushed at the gentleman.

"It's alright, I'm fine. Actually, I'm rather happy we ran into each other."

Happy we ran into each other.

Happy we ran into each other.

Happy we ran into each…

Happy we ran ….

Happy we….

Happy….

Hermione's face exploded with heat. She knew he didn't mean it like that, but she was a seventeen years old girl and she couldn't help but fantasize.

"-mione. Hermione!"

"Wh-what?" She turned to look at Ron.

"He was asking if you knew where Professor Dumbledore was…" He gave her a look, like 'really, you girls..' "Nut job." He muttered under his breath. Good thing Hermione was way too infatuated to listen to him.

"Ye-Yeah, I think I just saw him a while ago, I-we could take you to him, if you don't mind that is."

The strange man looked a little surprised before he smiled ('Even Snape would melt at that!' Hermione's inner hormone strung teenage girl screamed.) "Oh thank you, that would be great. I've been walking around and couldn't find anybody at all. Oh. I do hope I'm not taking you away from anything important."

Kanda's class wasn't important at all! All they did there was run (at the beginning for the smart asses) and write stupid papers even a second year could do. Harry and Ron mentally agreed at that while Hermione agreed to the first part. Oh the 'telepathy' of these three.

Besides, if they walked in with Dumbledore, can their professor really say anything? Well this works, seeing as they were already late to begin with.

"Oh no, of course not." She shyly held out a hand. "I'm Hermione."

"Ron."

"Harry."

The three waited for the other to response.

The alluring man shook her hand, a chill going down her back as his soft gloved hand touched hers.

"Allen. Allen Walker."

The class was rather quiet. Everyone kept their heads down, but both Slytherin and Gryffindor had to agree, they needed to find out what happened that day.

They were supposed to be writing a paper on why you shouldn't run when you encounter a 'wild' beast (a dog, really?). This was muggle stuff. And the Slytherin's had enough of this.

"Professor Kanda!" A certain Blaise Zabini raised his hand. He didn't wait for the monotone man to call on him. "I have a question!"

Kanda gave him a blank look. He put down the book, bored of it anyway. "What?"

"I-" Blaise was suddenly uncertain as to what to say; he thought his professor would be against him asking him stuff (he usually was). "Well I, um, I…"

"Spit it out."

"Did you really fight those things? Because I heard from Sophie that you were all like, 'I'll beat you motherfuckers!' and they were like 'oh no you don't' but then you were like terminator status you're your wand and handed their asses to them!" The boy paused to take a deep breath in. "And then you saved Potty's ass and you summoned a familiar and it kicked those things asses too!"

Kanda gave him a look like 'What?'

"What?"

"Those things from Hogsmeade, the, the, I don't know what they were but they were like wicked monsters and Sarah said you kicked it's ass to the curb!"

Everyone was focusing in on him. This was it, they were going to find out how their pain in the ass (but awesome) teacher beat those things up and saved the people. Hell even Draco was listening to this.

Draco wasn't so sure what happened, because after he heard the scream that day, he passed out. According to some witnesses, he was found with the professor in the middle of the place, but he made sure to hush them up. He didn't like gossip all that much, especially when it came to him.

The whole class was holding their breath.

Kanda opened his mouth.

They were reaching their climax.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

If they could have, the entire class would have face palmed.

Blaise couldn't help but feel a bit betrayed. That, that was such an obvious lie!

"But professor!"

"Exactly, it was Professor Butt that kicked their ass and saved yours." Another lie.

A couple of students giggled. A small Gryffindor raised her hand. "Professor Kanda, it's pronounced Beaut, like in Sleeping Beauty."

Kanda's brow raised a miniscule. But it was spelled Butte…

"In any case, that rumor is false Zabini."

Blaise frowned. But Sophie said…..

The door slammed open, drawing all attention to the intruders.

Kanda didn't bother to look up like the rest as he already figured who it was. "Nice of you to join us Potter, Weasley, Granger. Thirty points from Gryffindor (insert Gryffindors groans) for being late."

Kanda scowled. He really did not like this work, but hey. He waited to hear the response of one of the three (he figured it would be the girl that would speak for them, she seemed to have the most brains) so he was a bit surprise when it the voice was somewhat deeper on a different octave.

"That's a bit harsh don't you think Professor, you didn't even ask why they were late."

Kanda turned his head so fast any other human's neck would have broken (slight exaggeration there my dear).

The class held their breath, none making any moves. This was, this was so intense! And nobody had any idea why.

*Insert smexy English smirk.*

"Oi, Bakanda."

Dundundun! End of Chapter!-

Alright, I'm just trolling ya, here's the rest of it.

Kanda gaped, something he's never really done before; but hey, there's a first time for everything right?

What the-what the fuck was he doing here? Was this another one of his damn nightmares? He stealthy pinched himself; nope, this was real life… Dammit.

He narrowed his cobalt eyes at the intruder. Murderous intent was seeping from his skin, although the class was too distracted by the handsome and mysterious stranger.

"You, office, now." Kanda seethed through his teeth. He walked (chough stomp chough) over to the newly introduced character. He didn't even give the younger boy enough time to reply for he grabbed the Brit ("Whoa!")by his shirt collar and dragged him into the class office.

A pregnant silence before the class burst out in whispers.

"Why the fuck are you here." It was more of a 'don't you dare talk' kind of question slash statement.

"Kumoi sent me." Allen lied smoothly. Well, it wasn't that much of a lie. Kind of. He brushed off the little angel off of his shoulder. "BaKanda."

Kanda was stripping the boy with his eyes and, one by one, poking him with mini Mugens. Allen couldn't help but flush inwardly at the unusual attention he was getting from the Japanese Exorcist.

"You-" Kanda groaned silently. Damn, if he kept this up, something bounds to pop up….. His ears and tail he means. Deep breathe. He sighed, trying to keep his annoyance down. He glared, growling in the least.

Allen wandered to the bookshelves doing his best to pay little to no attention to the seething man, playing with a small bobby head he just found. Hmm, it seemed like a wizard; it came with the whole magic outfit and all. It was kind of cute. On the other hand, ignoring Kanda was hard, but obviously, it was working. (Oh evil English gentlemen.)

Annoyed (obviously) Kanda stomped over to the oblivious teen, punching the wall, his fist landing dangerously close to Allen's face. A tiny 'eep!' pierced its way from his pink lips.("Pink isn't such a bad color on this punk." A tiny voice in Kanda's head mention, which he quickly, mentally, blew away.)

"How long are you going to stay here?"

It was safe to say Allen was enjoying the moment. Honestly, to be this close to Kanda without him swinging a sword at you was almost physically impossible. He tried his best to put on an annoyed face. "Does it matter?"

"…." Kanda couldn't risk him finding out his secret. Not now. Hell, not ever. He would rather run naked covered in whip cream around the headquarters than to let this dunce find out his secret. Okay, well maybe not. But still. "What the fucks wrong with your hair?"

The smaller and younger Exorcist looked different. Kanda took a quick look. His hair was fucking long. It reached his fucking ass. ("Nice ass!"-Lavi mentioned once. Or twice. Or too many times to count.)

Allen grinned evilly (or as evil as he could be), this was the moment he was waiting for. "BaKanda." He moved forward, the tiny space between them getting dangerously smaller. "My hair wasn't the only thing that grew this summer."

His voice was much, much deeper than Kanda was used too. And his face, still the same, but much, much closer. Than what Kanda was used too.

"W-what the fuck are you-" Kanda, stuttering? No. Fucking no. It was just the echo in the room. Obviously.

Kanda wasn't sure what it was, but it was something. Maybe it was magic. Magic have been trolling him since he came here. He really couldn't continue this mental argument, not when the other boy touched his cheek.

"Anyway." Kanda froze slightly, his eyes broaden as well as Allen gently cupped a side of his face with his left hand. "I- I mean, Lenalee-chan, she's is going to be glad to hear your fine." Here was Kanda. Same old Kanda. Same old grumpy Kanda. But most importantly, same old grumpy, unhurt Kanda. But that dream, it seemed so real. Was it, was it really just a dream after all?

"…."

Kanda's widen eyes narrowed. He quickly turned his face to the side, leaving Allen's (comfortable) hold while pushing the kid to the side. "Whatever."

In turn, Allen's widen eyes returned to their usual form, yet there was something hidden. He smirked, leaning on the wall. "Got it, chibi-Yuu-chan."

Allen exited the office in a rush, sticking his tongue before the flabbergasted Kanda could retort.

Allen noticed the millions of little eyes focused all on him. Which suddenly shifted on the furious Kanda who recently exited the office.

"Don't." He growled. "Fucking." He took a step closer to the stunned Walker. "Call me that." His voice was so low, yet each word cut through the wind, making its way to their intended victim.

Allen gulped.

This was going to be one interesting year.

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