He stopped by a picture of a griffin whose great orange wings were spread for flight and whispered the password, watching as the door opened with a silent whoosh of air.

The interior was darkly lit, and the expectant eyes of curious students gazed at him as he stepped through the door way.

"Hello."

Still do not own Harry Potter or -man, still wish I did though.

"LALA" 14th to Allen

"Lala" Black Allen to Other.

Lala thoughts

Chapter Nine Preview. I need lots of reviews as I am undergoing writers block! Again.

Silence reigned as the occupants of the room took a moment to study each other. Neither group trusted the other party as far as they could throw them; they were in the house of the sly for a reason. After a moment enough a tall blonde boy stepped out from the shadows, arrogantly meeting the gaze of the exorcists.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He demanded, his nasally tone dripping with contempt, is lip stuck in a sneer. The boy dripped the type of arrogance that brought forth memories of a certain red-head who had no qualms with leaving others to pay his bills.

"Don't you know it is rude to ask for someone's name without first introducing yourself?" Dark Allen took control immediately as soon as the opportunity allowed, " What would your dear parents say, if they knew that their child was acting like a uncouth Gryffindor? I would say from your clothes that you were from money and prestige and that your parents expect you to up hold-"

"Shut up!" the blonde interrupted seething at the condescending tone the other took while speaking to him. He was not an idiot. How dare that nobody insult him like that! Do not let your emotions control your actions, his mother's voice slipped into his mind reminding him of the duty he had to his family. Taking a deep breath to calm his rage he addressed the stranger, "I apologize for the oversight, my name is Draco Malfoy pleased to meet you."

Dark Allen smirked in return, "Pleasure. My name is Allen Walker; I suppose that I can answer your question. I am here because I have temporarily transferred here due to personal reasons that I do not wish to share. Now if you please I must go and see the Head of House."

Uneasily the students parted to allow Allen passage, all stunned into silence at the odd character.

Allen made his way through the labyrinth of corridors that passed through the dorminatories, until he reached the thick red-wood door that laid in the center of the dorms. It was a beautiful piece of artwork, the wood baring tiny carvings of different snakes, and the names of the past heads of houses. The door held no handle and instead depended upon the voice to open it, it reminded Allen a lot of the stone guardian of the black order. Or at least of the Old Headquarters.

Breathing deeply he composed himself then reached out with his gloved hand to gently knock on the door. As soon as he had finished striking he immediately withdrew and hid his hand. The door swung open almost immediately revealing the pale hawk like man whose hair was smeared with oil. Allen shuddered thinking of what Master would do if he had to see hair like that.

"What?" The man demanded.

With the noah.

"I am bored." The girl complained swing the umbrella around the room with her. "Why can't I go play with Allen. Millie please?"

The Earl chuckled. "Yes, but only if our guest agrees."