Okay… to answer the questions about Dumbledore and whether he's good or evil he's neither. I wont explain more now, but he is suppose to seem unstable. This will be addressed in later chapters. I would also like to point out while this is taking place in the sixth year I am going to be changing a lot of the plot to fit this story. So complain if you want but its already decided. Mostly because the 6th book is my least favorite.

Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter or -man they unfortunately belong to their respective authors who don't like to share… ~_~

Harry's POV:

Harry stared at the white haired boy. He couldn't hide the animosity that emanated from his body at the boy who was from the opposite house of his. For Gryffindor's it was almost automatic that they hate Slytherin's, whether they were acquainted with the person didn't matter to them. It was the same for the Snakes.

For this boy though, even a hardcore Gryffindor could see the differences from normal Slytherin's. He seemed softer, more caring then expected, excluding of course the personality change in the office before they left.

"When did you arrive at Hogwarts?" Harry decided to break the silence, feeling awkward spending time with a Snake without exchanging insults.

"Um… last night? It wasn't that long ago, but I am not positive being so busy and all." The white haired boy replied softly, his voice somehow cutting in the silence.

"Oh." Harry let the conversation drop. The other boy had replied in a way that Harry couldn't think of any reply to his statement. "Did you come alone?" He was actually interested in the answer since he hadn't been in the school when the strangers had arrived, all he knew about the visitors was hidden in the rumor's.

"I came with three other people, didn't you realize that two are in your house? Lavi and Lenalee." Allen stopped to stare at Harry, who was shifting around nervously. He hadn't realized that two of the guest were in his house.

"No." Harry answered shortly as they entered the Great Hall. "We are leaving through the fireplace there." the black haired boy paused as a sudden thought hit him. "Have you ever traveled by floo?"

Allen gave him a blank look that clearly questioned his sanity while also somehow drew attention to his very odd scar.

Harry sighed grabbing a handful of the powder needed to travel through the grates. He quickly tossed the power into the fire and watched as the dancing flames turned from orange to green. "You have to use floo powder to travel. After dropping in the power step into the fire and clearly state Diagon Alley. Be sure its clear, else you could end up somewhere unwanted."

Harry noticed that the white haired boy seemed unconvinced. "I'll go first."

Without waiting for a reply he stepped into the fire with a new handful of the powder yelling "DIAGON ALLEY!"

14th POV

The 14th watched the annoying black hair boy disappear in a torrent of green flames, comparing it to traveling on the Ark. In his mind, the Ark seemed a much better option as it was cleaner, and easier. He cackled as he felt his hosts thoughts stutter to a stop, as he considered the flames.

Aren't you going to step in? He mocked. It's only a fireplace.

Allen hissed silently to the 14th. It's not that. That fire has a bad feeling to it. Didn't the all powerful noah feel it?

The 14th grinned at the thought. Really, Allen had gotten much better at dealing with him. He was fully aware of the fact that his personality was one that people struggled to get along with, hell, even his own family had difficulty dealing with it. I'll deal with whatever tries to harm this body. I still need it. What ever it was that caused that feeling isn't too strong.

Allen sighed, and took a hesitant step into the flames. "Diagon Alley." he said quietly.

Harry's POV:

The white haired Slytherin stepped out of the green flames calmly, brushing imaginary dust and soot off his shoulders, looking around. Harry thought he was much too calm for seeing the Alley for the first time. He tried once more to initiate a conversation with the Snake.

"Have you ever been here before?" he tried.

Allen glanced over at Harry. "Never."

Harry felt his mouth drop open in astonishment. "Then why are you so calm?" he asked. "Don't you think that this should be a little overwhelming?"

"Absolutely." Allen grinned.

Harry stared at the strange boy. "Then why aren't you overwhelmed?" He remembered his own first trip to the Alley, and that he couldn't have stopped from staring if you paid him, and back then, having money was a big deal for him. So, for the life of him, he couldn't think of any reasons why someone new to magic would be taking things so calmly.

Harry noticed that the white haired boy smirked at the question. "I wish I could. However, if I did, I would never hear the end of it. And besides, it reminds me a bit of my own home. The craziness, you know? The feeling is… familiar."

Harry found himself staring once again at the Slytherin. He couldn't even imagine a place that sounded like what the exorcist was talking about. For that matter, now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember the last time he had such a friendly conversation with a snake, period.

"Why were you sorted into Slytherin?" He finally asked.

Allen glanced over at him. "Are you supposed to know why you were sorted where?" he asked curiously.

Harry stared at him. "The hat is supposed to explain it to you. It didn't?"

"Well, I didn't really give it a chance. I threw it out of my mind…"

"What? You can do that?"

Allen shrugged. "I suppose it could have met… never mind. What traits are Slytherin's supposed to have anyways?"

Harry snorted. Slytherins. "They are stuck up pretentious bastards from rich families who hate muggles, and think purebloods are best."

The white-haired boy looked at him incredulously. "Well, I don't think that I am a pretentious bastard, I am not rich, far from it in fact, and I don't really know what Muggles are. And I have no idea if I am a pureblood or not. I am an orphan so…" He shrugged lightly. "What are the character traits?"

Harry stared at the boy who belied everything he believed about his rival house and racked his brain for the traits that Hermione had told him about so long ago. "They are cunning… ambitious… um… they aren't afraid to lie for their goals…" he shrugged helplessly. "That's all I remember." He looked over at the boy again, but noticed that he was looking around distractedly.

"Well that certainly describes Allen very well, doesn't it Road?" a smooth voice came from behind him, making Allen turn around quickly to face the person, or people it came from.

"Yep!" Road agreed, throwing her arms around Allen's neck.

Harry gaped at the newcomers in shock, as Allen greeted them. "Tyki, Road. Very nice to see you."