In the defense classroom, the teacher sulked. Severus Snape had worked for years as the school potions teacher, teaching the spoiled children the fine and dangerous arts of brewing and finding that none of them even cared. Finally he was rewarded with the job he had always wanted only to find that his assistant was just as bad as the spoiled children he had to deal with for years.

How could a company actually employ such a useless sack of space? Even in the few hours Cross had been "assisting" him, the man somehow avoided lifting a finger to help! He couldn't work like this.

Gryffindor were one thing, crazy old men were another.

The door to the class room opened early, the oily haired man glanced over in surprise. Most of the school hated him, and as such they would attempt to come to class late to aggravate him. He blinked in surprise and not a little bit of fear, as the silver haired boy slouched in. His hair no longer shown silver, instead it was a lank dull gray. His pale skin seemed turned to ash. The straight back was hunched as if the body was in immense pain. He no longer seemed a threat.

"Are you alright Child?" Severus questioned carefully. The child was dangerous; he could feel it deep to his bones. It was dangerous to let him out. Yet it was his duty as a teacher to care for all students, even Potter. And the condition the boy seemed to be in did not seem to encourage health.

"I'm fine." Allen gasped out, fighting the sick feeling in his stomach. "I am just having a traumatic experience confronting my excruciating past. It makes me very sick."

The teacher glared at him scornfully. "You cannot expect me to believe you look so horrible, because of your mind do you? I don't believe that that is even possible to be this…" The teacher trailed off, noticing the look Allen was leveling at him.

"Boy!" a commanding voice summoned from the hall, "I have paperwork for you! And while you fill that out get me a drink!"

The teacher watched as the boy paled further, and sunk back into his seat hiding his form as much as he could from the view of the door. Please,the boy mouthed desperately, please don't let him know I'm here.

The teacher mouthed back why?

The boys face immediately gained back color, as he began, "that man is evil, he is a lazy womanizing alcoholic who hates work. He adopted me when I was four then made me pay all his bills for teaching me. He didn't teach me anything! He is the DEVIL INCARNATE!" the boy finished yelling. Swearing as the devil himself walked in through the door.

"There you are Apprentice. You weren't trying to hide from me were you ? That would be very bad manners you know, and Mana did teach you manners. Where is my drink?" The Assistant held out his hand to the boy wait for the earlier mentioned bottle.

"Cross! What do you think you are doing?" Snape sneered at his so called assistant. "It is against school policy for any alcoholic beverages to be brought into the campus by minors. You should know this."

The red haired, half masked man simply waved him off. "I didn't dare to touch that book, it was disgusting. In fact you are standing to close to me, go away." He quickly snatched the bottle from where it appeared in Allen's hands to the shock of the teacher.

Allen shrugged looking at Snape. "What can you do? He never changes."

We should get rid of the teacher. The fourteenth announced. I do not appreciate the fact that no one knows about me. It ruins all my fun.

I like it. Allen answered; no one is constantly looking over their shoulder for me to turn into a killer. It's a nice change.

For you. Allen you have to turn around, you left the class you are suppose to attend.

Allen blinked in surprise. Since when did the fourteenth remind him of dates? Why would he do it?

Shrugging mentally, Allen glanced through the throng of people who had suddenly appeared, searching for his friends.

"Allen!" Lenalee called happily from her place in with her house. "Do you want to sit together in defense?" The people of her class wearily glanced at Allen but didn't say anything against it.

"Sure." Allen moved next to her, "You can be my shield against master; as long as he doesn't get to weird."

"If that's the case you can just tell Brother."

Allen nodded. "That would work." He shuddered imagining the damage Komui could do the school, especially if he feared for his sister. That man was certifiably insane. Though he did somehow manage to do his job very well.

Allen held his breath as he walked through the door, bracing himself for the impact the sight of his last teacher would do to him. To his surprise there was none, Cross was not in the room. In the front of the room the Slytherin head of house smirked in success, the class could now move on unheeded.

Allen mentally sent his thanks to the man. Thanks that he would never leave his mouth, much less enter the ears of said teacher. He was grateful, not suicidal.

With the Earl

"Come on Rhode, Tyki tell us, how is our misguided Noah doing?" The earl questioned, as his favorite children rejoined the group. The silver haired exorcist that was such a problem, could potentially be turned into one of the greatest weapons. The Earl felt a connection to the boy, a connection he blamed for stopping his hand from killing his enemy.

"He is confused. He trust in the order is weakening, as more and more of the order turn their backs on him he struggles with his own identity. He could easily join us."

The earl laughed. "Thank you , Tyki. Rhode what were your thoughts?"

"Allen is close to turning. As long as the Noah seem to be on his side, he should follow."

The earl nodded. "Then we shall help our family. What is the news about the school?"

Rhode continued eagerly. "The school is defenseless against the Akuma we can deploy immediately."

The earls smile stretched wider. Good…

…Running out of time in study block. Here's the next chapter it has not been edited yet so, sorry for the errors.

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