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Allen POV
Allen woke up early the next morning in the Musicians Room in the Ark, alone. He blinked groggily a few times before he realized where he was. Why are we here? He thought, frowning at the growling his stomach was doing.
I think you should go eat, boy. The 14th's voice echoed in his mind, louder then normal because his mental blocks were weakened while he slept.
That's none of your business, Allen retorted, besides I have to go meet with the Headmaster, he wanted to give me my schedule for my classes. Then all four of us are going to get our wands and other materials.
I wish you good luck with that. the 14th muttered sarcastically as he settled into the back of Allen's mind.
Allen sighed as he dragged himself out of bed, and left the Ark moving towards the Headmasters office. Walking down the long dark hallways towards his destination Allen was suddenly struck speechless as his tired mind suddenly caught up with the rest of him. The Gothic Castle was really vary awe inspiring, it almost reminded him of the Black Order headquarters he had called home. It had the same old feel to it.
Finally he came to the large Gargoyle guard at the entrance of Dumbledor's office "Peppermint." he muttered the password given to him the night before waiting for the figure to move aside, and watching the staircase spiral up for a moment before he hesitantly entered the small enclave which housed the stairs.
Entering the strange cluttered office Allen noticed there was already someone there deep into a what seemed to be serious conversation with the headmaster, "No, You can't do this, Albus. Your still needed here." The greasy black haired man almost pleaded with the headmaster.
As the old man opened his mouth to reply Allen interrupted quickly, not wanting to seem as if he was spying, "Oh, Sorry sir- do you need me to leave?"
Both of the men jumped in surprise at his voice, he had been correct in believing neither had noticed his entrance. The old coot smiled "Why of course not, my boy, I did invite you here didn't I." Allen cautiously nodded noticing the other mans glare in his direction. If looks could kill Allen was sure he would be a cold stiff corpse already. The man had a glare that could rival Kanda's.
What a rude person. The 14th intruded, sounding very put off, Doesn't he know its rude to glare at people you don't even know? He's glaring at ME. The 14th complained childishly, his arrogance rising to challenge to what he perceived as a threat to himself. Allen ignored the voice instead turning to the dark professor again, "Hello my name is Allen Walker."
The Professor continued to glare at him, before saying in a nasally voice, "Hello, Mr. Walker. I assure you I know your name, you were sorted into my house."
Allen quickly bit back an angry retort, there wasn't anything he could do and if his guess was correct he would be seeing a lot of this Professor during their stay here. Don't be weak, Allen. You should follow your instincts, they are a part of who you are. If you don't want to do anything about it I could. the voice hinted slyly.
I am not weak… And those instincts aren't mine , they are yours. Allen retorted.
Sure… The Fourteenth replied, its voice laced with the doubt, Keep telling yourself that; I know the truth even if you don't.
What?
"So this is your list of classes." Dumbledore unknowingly interrupted the conversation in Allen's head. "Because your type of magic is different then ours, we need to see if you can use wands. If you cant, you'll just attend classes not requiring the use of magic."
Allen just nodded blankly, still immersed in the conversation going on in his mind. Or rather the argument about keeping secrets.
Suddenly the door open to the Professors office opened, revealing a boy the same age as Allen entered. He had dark messy black hair, eyes as startling green as Allen's were silver covered by thick black glasses.
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" Am I interrupting something?" the boy asked confused. "I came for my lesson, Sir."
Allen watch amusedly as the boy shifted from one foot to the other, obviously curious about him. "My name is Allen Walker." Allen introduced hurridly wanting to get on with the day. He wasn't good with just sitting around, only waiting for the next attack. The order was always moving; the earl never stopped, so not rushing around was… strange.
"Harry Potter," The other boy replied waiting for some type of reaction. None came, only awkward silience. "What house are you in?" he continued, seemingly it was very important, Allen thought.
"Slytherin." Allen replied shortly sensing the animosity emitting from the boy. Ignoring him he turned to the Headmaster asking coldly, "So where do we get our supplies?"
The headmaster stared at the younger man, fighting the urge to curse the wits off him. How dare he? That youngster ruining all his carefully thought out plans. Nonetheless he put a teasing twinkle in his eyes and replied gamely "Tell your friends to meet in the Hall at noon, a teacher will bring you to Diagon Alley to get your books. No worries, and I believe Mr. Potter and his friends can guide you around."
With that pointed statement the Headmaster stared at the Boy-who-lived questionably,
"Yes sir." Harry answered guardedly, not trusting one of his houses bitter enemies. He looked at Allen again, "Coming?"
Allen smirked, his smile seemed so sinister that Harry could not suppress the shudder that went through him at the sight. "Of Course, Mr. Potter, thank you for asking."
With that the duo stepped out of the office ignoring the now baffled Headmaster.