There will be many POV changes until I get father in the plot line. Every change is there for a reason remember. Sorry for the late update. I was merely in a state of writers block and laziness. Much Apologies.

In Allen's MInd

14th noah : blah blah

Black Allen: Blah blah

Allen (thoughts): blah blah

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Characters. They sadly belong to their respective Authors. I wish upon a falling star to steal these stories from afar… I only wish that.

Allen POV

Allen struggled for breath the tight arms around his neck cutting off his air supply as the other Noah studied the wizard. "…Road…" Allen gasped. "Need… to… breathe…"

His vision was blurred by black spots by the time Tyki pulled his attention off Allen's companion to hurriedly drag his sister away from the nearly suffocated exorcist. Allen collapsed there, in the middle of the street, gasping for breath and desperately trying to gain enough oxygen to glare at Tyki's smirking face.

"What are you doing here?" Allen asked casually, very aware of the student at his side staring curiously at him. Harry had no need to sully his mind with the darker side of the world, though it was obvious that he had been in some very difficult situations he had never experienced the true darker side himself. He still retained some of the innocence from childhood.

There was a wealth of difference between the understanding of something, and actual experience of something after all. That at least, was something Allen knew very well. His concern for the other however, did not extend from his sympathy to the others plight. No. Allen knew quite well that he would be faced with the knowledge at some point or another.

However this was not the time for such psychological thoughts, now that he was facing such foes.

Harry POV

Harry stared at the group. There was noticeable tension around the group, it was almost tangible to the naked eye. Through the tension Harry felt that he was missing some important fact, or reason why they all were so surprised at seeing each other.

Allen's eyes seemed to be shifting colors flashing from their normal silver color (A/N: Not positive about his color.) to a golden amber color and back again so quickly it would be impossible for him to tell if Harry's eyes weren't trained for a Seeker. It was disquieting.

"My brother," said the Portuguese man, "How you hurt us with your words. Aren't you pleased to see us? It has been quite a while."

"Tyki, please, you aren't any more pleased to see me here than I am you." Allen's dry tone was heavily laced with enough sarcasm to kill ones appetite. Even Allen's abnormally large one. "Nothing will change that."

"You should join us. It's your rightful place." The other responded.

Road, or so Harry presumed, spoke up. "Yes, Allen, join us. Give in to the Fourteenth, become a Noah yourself, and join us! We are only doing what's just. It would be so much fun Allen."

Harry noticed that the white haired boy gave a world weary sigh that he was so familiar to hearing in regards to himself. "You know that's not going to happen. That it cant happen. Anyway why are you here?"

Harry cut in, annoyed at being the only one left out. "Who are you people? Are you with Voldemort?" He stood with his back straight to hide his sudden primal fear as the two golden and one silver gaze turned as one his way.

The young girl gave a sing song laugh that sounded like bells and sharp glass sounding together. "Oh, Tyki, I like this one. Doesn't he remind you of younger Allen? Hey, Allen, could I keep him? Please?" Her expression turned to pleading puppy dog eyes, bringing attention to her young appearance that was assuredly cast aside by her speech.

Allen shook his head in exasperation, as Tyki gave an irritated laugh. "No Road," Allen told her. "You can't keep him." His expression suddenly lightened as a smirk pasted itself across his face, " You can however take Levierre (I am not sure if this is the correct spelling. The internet got a virus.) from HQ if you so wish. I am sure you would find minimal opposition if you took him."

"And don't forget, Road, the Earl sent us for a purpose." Tyki added. He for one did not want to bring along the little twerp.

"Awww." Road whined. "He would make a lovely toy. Do you think he's the one the funny man is always complaining about?"

"Probably," Tyki anwered, ignoring the exorcists and the wizard, "But now is not the time." He turned to Allen, "We may be enemies now, but the offer is always open. We would be pleased if you wished to join us."

Allen gave a small smile, that was as polite as it was frigidly cold. "I am sure. However, I don't think I will."

Tyki gave an elegant shrug. "It was only an offer. However, my brother, we must bid adieu, for the Earl will not be happy if we fail in our task."

Road nodded in agreement. "Gotta go." she said, sucking on her lollipop that she had pulled from one of her pockets. "Millennie is waiting. See you Allen!" She called as she formed a door in the middle of the street. Tyki walked through after tipping his hat gallantly, and Road followed, after blowing Allen one last kiss.

"Thank goodness that's over." Allen said as soon as they were gone from sight. He seem liked he had totally forgotten that he had company, that he was still suppose to be wearing a mask. Harry felt that more then ever that he was being controlled by some outside force, he could only wish that he could learn from Allen's exampled.

14th's POV

Finally those lowbred brethren of his left. Honestly he didn't understand how his Brother could stand their childish actions. They were the children of Noah, not humans.

Of course he knew their were some exceptions to his rule of the uselessness of humans, after all his brother Mana was Mortal, and even his host had gained some respect from the older Noah. He was sly and cunning, worthy of the gifts being his host presented him.

The only fault the 14th could honestly see was his kindness. He forgave much to easily, not even allowing him, the 14th Noah, to avenge their crimes. It shouldn't matter to the boy, he could not be blamed for succumbing to the superior creature.

Besides even if they had tried to blame the boy, neither him nor Black Allen would allow such a transgression. The boy though would hardly be able to stand that betrayal, it would break him.

None that was important, at least for right now.

What are you thinking parasite? Black Allen's voice cut through the daze the Noah felt himself trapped in. The Noah smirked. Black Allen hated him, it stemmed from the fact that the 14th was only there to take over the boys body. They were both very possessive over the control they had over the boys body, almost as possessive as they were protective of him.

For the life if both of them, they couldn't figure where the protective feelings came from.

What ever do you mean Black? Why would I be up to anything? He slyly asked, adopting a mask of innocence. This game the two of them played was dangerous. To many moves they made were challenged by the boy, and to much rested on him not knowing.

Black scoffed. When are you ever not planning something? As long as it doesn't bother the Boy, continue on as you wish. Meanwhile I believe that we shall soon be called upon.

You are correct my friend. The Boy will be in need of assistance very soon.

Do you think he would realize the truth.

Allen's POV

Allen of course was happily oblivious to the conversation that was taking place inside his mind. Most of his attention was caught in studying his surroundings, filing away information for later use. Following the green eyed boy he bought caldrons, robes (That he felt were to loose and ineffective for moving around.)

"What now?" Allen asked, glancing at the list. "A wand?"

"We need to go to Olivanders for the wand." Harry nodded answering. "He's the best wand-maker in England." He led Allen to a store with a hanging sign saying 'Olivander wands: since 30 BC.' (A/N: I am aware this is probably not the correct time… but deal. I'm lazy)

"Hello. Mr. Walker." the ghostly voice whispered from the back of the dusty store. "This is a surprise. I didn't expect one of you to pass through these doors."

Allen clenched his jaw in anger.

(Skipping the whole wand ordeal)

"Oak wood, swishy, with a the hair of a Unicorn, a Feather of a Shadow Phoenix, and the Blood of a threstral. Very powerful." Olivandier (sp?) announced carefully handing the wand to Allen.

As Allen's hand grasped the wood a feeling of power spread through his veins.

"Interesting." the old man murmured to himself.

Ask him why. The 14th's voice intruded, causing Allen to jump in surprise.

Why? he thought back.

Its important to understand how the wizards will react in the future if they find out your type of wand. You wouldn't want them to turn against you like the Order correct?

"Excuse me, but what is so interesting sir?"

(A/N)

That's it.

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