"Right! I am going to go play with him now, Tyki do you want to come? After all you are rather fond of the boy also." Tyki shrugged at the accusation.

"Well you can't blame me for enjoying a game of poker, can you." He smirked, " And yes I would like to come with you to see the boy."

Disclaimer: I still own neither -man nor Harry Potter, so no lawyers for me!

Chapter Eleven

Hogwarts

Allen stomped into the first class of the day; potions. Drat that head of house, he lied! He deliberately told his the wrong directions to get his lost. The contempt in which the man treated him brought nostalgic memories forward of a certain old red-haired demon, who had not a single trace of humanity left in his horribly selfish body. It was certain that the class was going to be interesting, to say the least.

The white haired boy watched surprised as a few Slytherins hurried to the class, all sitting on one side of the room. Coincidently it was the seats farthest from the albino boy that were filled first. It was right before the class started that a herd of red and gold clad students came rushing into the classroom, struggling against their peers to find a passable seat among the empty side of the classroom.

"Hello, I am Professor Slughorn. I taught your parents in their day, " A jovial stumpy stout man almost cheered as he entered the class from a hidden door in the corner of the room. "What a wonderful meeting of the future of the wizarding world. I have heard wonderful things about all you students and I am sure that you will be able to live up to my expectations!" He clapped excitedly. "Let's begin!"

Slughorn grinned as he hopped over to the bottles filled with different colored liquids. "Can anyone tell me what this is?"

He held up a sludgy greenish mud like substance, Allen shuddered as he stared at it. The potion was the same color of the spirits that were attached to the Akuma.; the muddy color a mockery of the rotting flesh that fell in pieces off the mummified souls. A bushy haired girl in the front bounced in her seat as her hand waived frantically in the air.

"Polyjuice Potion." Harry growled at the teacher, his friend's hand starting to dejectedly fall.

"Wonderful, my boy." The man complimented oblivious to the incredulous stares he was receiving from both sides. Without pausing the stout teacher had again hopped to a new vile filled with clear liquid which let of smoke a pearly lilac color.

The girl, Hermione, jumped to answer the question. "It's Vertisum." She proclaimed proudly, "It is the most powerful truth potion in the world." She seemed ready to give a lecture on the effects of the potion. Allen filed away the information about the potion away then ignored the rest of the meaningless interaction.

The teacher pointed to another strange pink liquid, that let off small puffs of red vapor. "That is amortia; the most powerful love potion sir." Hermione answered. "The only known cure is very rare. What makes this…?" Allen ignored that class again until the next switch to a golden colored liquid. Hermione answered that it was liquid luck and very rare.

The rest of the class flew by and Allen quickly avoided both his friends and the curious golden trio. He hurried out of the class room, and practically flew to the forest; forgetting to check for followers.

He gasped for breath leaning over a fallen tree trunk. His hand grasped his heart as pain wreaked his body, and the Noah inside him fought for control. His skin shifted rapidly from gray to black to white, with hardly a pause in between. Sweat ran down the albinos face in small rivers. His cursed eye seemed to bleed and glow the eerie red color.

Off to the side, the golden trio huddled under their invisible coat, awkwardly piled together so no trace of them to be seen. They frowned as they watched the boy struggle with him self, their faces darkening in their suspicion. What were they missing?

"Hello boyo." An elegant voice, out of place in the forest, greeted the heaving teen. "It has been awhile hasn't it?" A man stepped out of the shadows, lifting his top hat in a mockery of a greeting.

"Why are you here Tyki Mikk?" Allen's voice was frozen in an emotion to trio could not place. They tensed at the unspoken threat that lingered in the air.

"ALLEEENNNN! 3" A girlish screech broke the calm of the forest and highlighted the dawning look of horror on Allen's face. A blur suddenly shot out of the trees and headed directly toward the trapped exorcist. The trio gasped as the blur, girl, clung to the albino and kissed him.

The boy shoved her off. "Road!" Both he and the man yelled. "You can't kiss me/him."

Road just grinned; "Why not?" she demanded petulantly, "I love Allen."

Said boy just sighed in exasperation. "So what are you two here for? I will not allow you to harm these students; including the ones hidden in the trees over there." He gestured towards the invisibility cloak.

The Portuguese man laughed. "No worries, boyo. The Earl has more use for your pets. He won't harm them yet." He smiled. "I just came here for a good game of poker." He reached into his expensive pocket and pulled forth a deck of playing cards, "How about a couple of rounds."

Allen grinned.

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"Royal Flush!" Allen shined with innocence, his smiling face giving nothing away as he grabbed the last remnants of clothing from the Noah, the rest of the trio shivering off to the side. "I win."

Ron's face darkened the color shaded to almost a purple, "You cheat! How dare you play like a coward! Your family must have been like, like, like…" His voice trailed off as he struggled to think up a suitable comparison to the monstrosity of the boy's skill.

"If you cant handle losing don't play the game."Allen grinned maliciously at the red haired boy. "No one forced you to play."

Ron sputtered, Harry grumbled, and Hermione settled for glaring at both poker players.

The branches rustled as a figure emerged. "Well Kid, if you have time to spend wasting it with trash like that; then you can go work." The figure announced forgoing the greeting. Someone gasped in horror.

A/N: I am sorry to announce that I have not received 10 reviews, but I have decided to post anyway because I wanted to write this scene. I am getting a little overloaded with all my new story ideas so I am wondering, would anyone mind if I dropped this?

Your reviews will make the decision for me… To continue Magic in the Midst, or to not finish Magic in the Midst, that is the question.