After the spell was cast over the classroom and the password set, Dumbledore took Allen back to his office. There Albus explained in greater detail about, what he believed to be, were Akuma attacks.
"I'll admit is sounds like the work of an akuma. Still, do you any evidence?" Allen asked.
"No, but a dear friend of mine has some photographs of the crime scenes. In fact, I called an emergency meeting when you arrived at the castle today so you will meet everyone shortly. However, before we depart, I must ask one last thing of you." Dumbledore told him seriously.
"Ask away."
"Did you tell either Tonks or Remus that you are from the past?" The question caught him off guard and he had to think over it for a moment.
"No, it never came up in conversation. I assumed they knew." Allen admitted.
"No. I'm the only one who knows and I would like to keep it that way. Messing time is a very serious offense in our world. However, I saw no other choice in this situation. Do I have your word that you will not speak of it to anyone?" Dumbledore asked, deadly serious.
"I won't speak a word of it." Allen solemnly promised him. The old wizard smile at his words, glad that his guest understood the severity of the situation.
"Good. Tonks, Remus, you may come back in; and please bring the boot." He called out. "As the two entered the room, Remus put the boot on Albus's desk and reapplied the portkey spell. Allen was once again asked to touch that old boot so he could meet the Order of the Phoenix. He did so hesitantly much to the amusement of Tonks. Once again, he felt that sharp tug and had to shut his eyes so he wouldn't become dizzy. It was a failed attempt because when he opened his eyes again he still felt disoriented. After gaining his bearings he noticed he was in a kitchen with a bunch of strangers dressed in robes.
"You're late Dumbledore, did something happen?" Asked a man with a strange blue eye that seemed to swivel around in an almost insane matter. Allen was sprawled on the floor, while everyone else was either standing, or sitting in a chair, so no one really noticed his presence except for Tonks, Lupin, and Dumbledore.
"Actually, something did happen Moody, or perhaps I should say someone?" Dumbledore laughed lightly when he said this, as did Lupin and Tonks. Everyone else looked on confused, until a man with dark hair and a beard asked in annoyance.
"Well what happened? Don't leave us in the dark you three. If something happened tell the rest of us!"
"Calm down Sirius, the only thing that happened was that the exorcist came." Lupin told his friend.
"The exorcist came? Where is he then, back at Hogwarts?" Molly asked excitement clear in her voice. Dumbledore looked down at the floor where Allen sat.
"No Molly, he's right here. Do you need some help getting up?" Allen blushed at the question and quickly got up on his feet. When he stood up and smiled at everyone and bowed politely.
"Hello. I'm Allen Walker. It's a pleasure to meet all of you." He said with a friendly smile.
Everyone stared.
"You're kidding, right? This is the exorcist? This boney boy?" Moody questioned to Dumbledore in disbelief. Allen felt his eye twitch in irritation when the man called him a 'boney boy'. Looking at the faces in the room, his heart sank at seeing their faces hold skepticism. He had a feeling this would be as painful as the day the Gate Keeper accused him of being an akuma.
"Looks can be very deceiving Moody." Dumbledore commented. Sirius looked at Allen suspiciously before speaking.
"Still, I want proof. How do we know this kid isn't just pulling our legs?" The man ignored the scandalized 'Sirius!' from Molly as well as the elbow in his side from his dear friend Moony. Normally he wouldn't be so suspicious, but this boy was an unknown and he would be going to Hogwarts. Harry would be at Hogwarts and Sirius wasn't going to take the chance that this kid might be a trap set up by the Death Eaters.
"Why would I do something like that?" Allen asked curiously. Everyone looked surprised when Allen spoke, because he didn't seem offended at all by the statement (After working with Kanda and his insults, it's kind of hard to get offended by other people).
"I don't know, maybe your trying to pull a prank on us." Sirius lied, ignoring the looks of disbelief from his friends. Remus had told him sternly not too long ago to stop being paranoid or else drastic measures would be taken. Sirius didn't know what those drastic measures would be, but he'd rather give out a half-assed lie than find out.
"But it would be rather stupid on my part to do something like that, yes? Why would I risk my life for a prank?" Allen asked. He almost gave the man an 'Are you crazy?' look, but decided that would be rude. He gave an exasperated sigh when he realized no one was going to respond and began to speak again.
"I know it's hard to believe I'm an exorcist by my appearance and age, but you'll just have to trust me." The Order watch in something akin to amazement as sorrow came into blue eyes, making them look years older.
"It would be cruel of me to do that when so many people are already dead." Sirius still wasn't completely convinced but he reasoned with himself that Dumbledore wouldn't be foolish enough to allow treachery to enter the Order. This kid was no joke. After all, only people who've gone through something horrific can have that much sadness in their eyes and apparently he wasn't the only one to think so judging by the looks on the other members' faces.
"Fine, but don't be mad at us if you become traumatized by these things." Moody said in a gruff voice. Allen laughed inwardly at the statement. Traumatized by an akuma? Him? There was no chance of that happening, considering he was cursed to see the poor souls of akumas and that was much worse than the body. Suddenly Allen felt something move in the sleeve of his coat. Timcampi came out and started flying around the room. Immediately, almost all the wizards had their wands out and pointed at the little golem flying around the room.
"Timcampi!" Allen called out fondly, "Stop flying around and come back here before the wizards turn you into ashes." Timcampi did as Allen said, and flew back to Allen landing on the top of his head. Allen smiled and reached his hand up to pet Timcampi.
"I was wondering where you were. I was beginning to think a cat ate you." Timcampi, in response butted its little head against Allen's fingers. Realizing that Timcampi was no threat the wizards lowered their wands and looked at the golem with curiosity.
"Uh, Allen? Mind telling us what that is?" Tonks questioned for everyone.
"He's a golem. His name's Timcampi, but you can call him Tim for short." Allen answered.
"What a fascinating creature." Dumbledore said in awe. He always enjoyed seeing things like this; they were always fun to watch.
"Hmph, doesn't look like it can do much." Moody said in irritation. Timcampi apparently took offense to that statement, because the next thing Moody knew, Timcampi's little teeth had latched on to his nose.
"Ouch! Somebody get this thing off!" Moody screeched.
"Timcampi! Don't bite the people we're trying to help!" Allen yelled in panic as he went over to pry Timcampi off of Moody's nose. While this was happening, the rest were trying not to laugh. It wasn't everyday that one saw the grisly old auror taken down by something smaller than a new born kitten. It took several tries, but Allen finally pried Timcampi off of Moody's abused nose. By this time though, Tonks and several other members were laughing out loud at the scene.
"If that thing ever comes near me again, I'll kill it. Mark my words Walker." Moody snarled after retreating to the other side of the room, ignoring the suppressed snorts and giggles.
"Perhaps we should get back to the topic at hand." Allen said hastily as he shoved Timcampi inside his pocket. "I wasn't given much background information. I was hoping you could fill me in. We can make a battle plan from there." Unfortunately, bringing back the topic at hand also brought an air somberness back to the group.
"Ah, yes. Allow me to explain Mr. Walker." Dumbledore began, "About two months ago wizards and witches began disappearing without so much as a trace. It started out as a trickle, so the press didn't take much notice until that trickle became a gushing stream around two weeks ago." The old wizard stopped for a moment before sighing sadly, "It was also noticed that this is happening very close to Hogwarts. With being so close to the school, many parents are transferring their children to different schools."
"I see." Allen said after a moment. "Sadly though, akumas aren't the only things that snatch people up. Where is your proof that makes you think it's an akuma's doing this?" He hated asking that but if it turned out that the Earl's machines weren't doing this then he had no jurisdiction here.
"My groundskeeper has found more than one pair of ripped robes near the gates of the school. Also, Kingsley Shacklebolt was kind enough to make copies of the crime photos." Dumbledore told the exorcist as a dark skinned man took out several photographs and handed them over to Allen. "Almost all the robes have been identified by witnesses that that's what the victims were wearing at the time they went missing. The white chalky substance is still an unknown though." As he said this, Allen carefully looked over the pictures not even really registering that they were moving. With a boss like Komui, these sort of things just faded into the back of his mind.
"Well I can tell you this much; it's definitely an akuma." He said with a small sigh as he tossed the pictures onto the table after he'd looked over them.
"Care to tell us how you know?" Moody asked suspiciously, still on the other side of the room.
"Well it's hard to pick up because time and the weather made them fade, but looking closely I can still see the faint outlines of pentagrams on the ground and the surrounding trees. It's a classic sign that shows an akuma was there." Allen told the group as he pointed them out to the nearest person.
"Merlin's blue beard, he's right!" Arthur exclaimed as he took a closer look.
"It bothers me though. . ." Allen said softly to himself, rubbing his chin absentmindedly.
"I'm sorry, what was that my dear boy?" Dumbledore asked bringing Allen out of his thoughts.
"Oh. It's just that all those akumas in the photos are dead." This got him weird looks all around.
"Eh? But the only thing in these pictures are the robes. Oh! You mean the pentagrams are a sign they're dead?" Tonks questioned with a raised eyebrow. Allen shook his head.
"No, the white powder tells me they've been killed and that's baffling. The only thing that can kill an akuma is Innocence or the Creator."
"Hey Allen, since these akuma are dead, that's means there are some naked people out there waiting to come home, yeah?" Tonks asked. Allen started at the question and gave her a bewildered look.
"Excuse me?" He bit out, a little stunned. Was she joking?
"Well if the akumas are dead then-"
"You do know what an akuma is, right?" He asked the group in slight desperation. Most just gave him blank looks.
"The only thing we know is this: it's a machine, a soul, and a little grief." Someone said offhandedly. Allen sighed sadly at the flippant response before speaking again.
"It's not just a machine, a soul, and a little grief; it's so much more and, no, Miss Tonks, those people aren't 'naked somewhere waiting to go home'. They're dead." He told her seriously making everyone in the room go pale.
"What?" Some said in a strangled whisper. Allen let loose a bitter laugh.
"So you know what an Akuma is made of. That's just a small part of the surface; it goes far deeper. What, exactly, did you think they were? Something that could be bought off a shelf? All those missing people. . ." He trailed off, looking at every soul in the room and confirming their fears.
". . .they are the akumas." He ended gravely.
"No." Came a harsh whisper in the hush.
"Yes." Allen replied, more than a little irritated that these people were so ignorant about akumas that they had the nerve to treat the problem like it was a bad spider infestation. He knew, of course, that they wouldn't be knowledgeable on the matter but being able to see an akuma's soul left him a little bias. 'Allow me to educate you.' He thought as a sardonic smile slipped onto his face for a split second before returning to a frown.
"The first thing you need to know is this: it always starts with a tragedy. For without the tragedy- which is the reason for that little grief-," He stressed that last part making several people flinch, "The person would have no reason to want the akuma in the first place. Let me finish please, before you ask questions." Allen said once he saw several mouths open at the same time to speak.
"Now, tragedies always mean that a loved one died. The person left behind- a child, lover, friend- wanted that person back so much that their hearts called upon the Creator. The Creator, or the Earl as he more often called, will come to them and offer to bring back their lost loves. I suppose, in a way, it's necromancy at its worst. In their desperation, most agree before thinking it through. He does bring them back but only the soul, which he puts in a skeleton like machine. That machine then kills the person who called upon the Earl and wears their skin." He finished.
"That is absolutely horrid." Molly whispered as she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Indeed it is. As I was saying earlier, the only thing that can kill an akuma is if the Earl terminates its existence or if there is Innocence around. Innocence is a special weapon specifically for akumas. It can come in any form; a doll, sword, hammer, even a body part like my arm." Allen told the group holding up his gloved hand. "I'd love to give a demonstration but I'm rather self-conscious about my arm. It's not exactly pretty."
"I. . .see." Dumbledore said with a strained smile and Allen felt a sweat drop form on the back of his head because it was obvious that, no, they didn't see.
""Do you have any suggestions on how best to take care of this?" The Headmaster asked, changing the subject. Allen bit his lower lip as he thought about it but before he could answer, the door to the kitchen opened and a tall, pale man dressed all in black stepped in.
"Ah! Severus, I'm glad you could make it. I take it you've finished re-stocking all the medical potions needed for the year?" Dumbledore asked. The man nodded mutely as he took a seat in the corner.
"You're late because you were cooking up silly potions that could be done any old time?" Sirius sneered. "In case you've forgotten Snape, we have a major problem on our hands! Get you're priorities straight!" He ended in a near booming yell that made Allen flinch. 'Ok. Take note brain: Sirius does not like Snape. Then again, he snapped at me too. Maybe he just snaps at people?' Allen was pulled out of his thoughts as Snape replied.
"Please remember that since we didn't have an exact time on when the exorcist would arrive that it was decided the meeting would be held at the first moment's notice. The Headmaster knew that this would be the week that I would be doing potions inventory for the Hospital Wing. If I had just left those 'silly potions' alone, the house elves would have a rather sticky mess to clean up. And no, I was not about to banish those potions because ingredients are expensive; not to mention the time and effort I already put into them. So forgive me for making sure Madam Pomfrey would have enough potions to last her through the school year; I'm simply horrible, I know. Now would you kindly shut up?" Snape ended with a sarcastic drawl in his deep voice.
"Indeed, I knew that Severus would be late." Dumbledore said before Sirius could reply. "Allen, this is my Potions Master, Severus Snape as well as my top spy. Severus this is Allen Walker. He's here to help with the akuma problem." He finished cheerfully ignoring Snape's mutter of "I'm your only spy."
"Hello." Allen greeted the man.
"A pleasure." Snape snarked back.
"So about your missions. . ." Dumbledore trailed off and Allen quickly filled the group in.
"Honestly, on most missions I usually just track the akuma down and kill it. However I don't think it will be that easy in this case. I can tell from the pictures that they're taking refuge in a forest. That not only gives them a lot of room but many hiding places as well. It will take awhile to comb through the forest but I suppose it's the only option." Allen ended with a shrug.
"Ah, not so my dear child." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye that, for some reason, made Allen a tad wary.
"Oh?" He questioned.
"I'm afraid if the students saw a stranger walking through the Forbidden Forest I would have many letters from concerned parents before the end of the first week. Not only that but the forest can get very confusing very quickly. It isn't something that can be explored in a matter of days or weeks, it would takes months possibly years and I'm afraid we don't have that luxury. Also, akumas aren't the only thing in that forest that can bring death swiftly to the unexpected." The old man ended gravely.
"That's true. I didn't think about the other creatures in the woods." Allen nodded in agreement silently glad that he hadn't told them about his habit of getting lost. Him, in a giant forest with no map (or even with one) wasn't a bright idea.
"Might I suggest you pretend to be a transfer student?" Albus asked lightly. "It's true our school doesn't get them very often, but it would give you a cover."
"But then how would he be able to do his job?" Lupin asked, "If he pretends to be a student then his only chance to work undisturbed would be at night-possibly not even then! Some of the students are adventurous towards the forest. A warning of expulsion won't keep them all away." The werewolf ended.
"Perhaps we're looking at this the wrong way." Severus Snape, who had been quiet after his greeting, spoke up. "Is there a way for you to know if there's one close to the school grounds? If there is then you would only have to wait to be alerted of its presence, yes?"
"I do have a way!" Allen said excitedly with a big grin. He felt like a complete fool for forgetting about his eye. "You're a genius!" he told Snape.
"*Snort* I knew that years ago." The man replied.
"So it's settled then." Dumbledore stated and Allen was almost expecting the old wizard to pull out a gavel a slam it on the table. "Allen Walker, you are now Hogwarts newest transfer student."
Allen sighed, as he sat down on his bed. It had been a week since he come to the Wizarding World, and he was still getting use to all the bizarre things. Allen groaned when that thought came to his mind. Yes, this world was strange, which means it'd be harder for him to find the innocence. He remembered reading about how Innocence always caused strange occurrences, on his first mission. But since everything around here tended to be strange it would be a LOT harder to find the innocence.
'If it's here, that is.' After all, Komui never said if there was any Innocence in the area. Allen was pulled out of his thoughts when Timcampi landed on the crown of his head.
"Hey Tim." Allen greeted the little golem as he touched it gently. He laughed in remembrance at the odd looks he'd received when Timcampi came out to say 'hello'.
"Maybe this won't be so bad." He confided before falling asleep with Tim snuggling into his pillow.
Bonus Story: The Revenge of Mad-Eye Moody
Moody cursed silently under his breath as the meeting dispersed. He wasn't annoyed or mad, oh no, he was in a rage. The nerve of that little gold ball thing biting him on the nose like that! Never in his life had he been so angry, not even at a Death Eater. What's worse was that even after treatment his nose was sore. He wouldn't be surprised if he'd gotten some sort of rabies from the vile thing!
This called for revenge.
Big time.
Normally, he wouldn't be so childish about something so little, but he couldn't help himself. He saw it on the white haired boy's head, and he could have sworn the thing was staring at him like a crazed stalker. It didn't matter that the thing didn't have eyes. It was STARING at him. Suddenly an idea popped into his head as he recalled something Allen had said earlier. A sinister plan started to formulate in his mind.
It was a perfect.
It was ingenious.
But most of all it was revenge.
Sweet Revenge.
10 minutes later
For once in his life, Moody was glad that Molly made food for if people wanted to stay and eat after all the business was done. Allen, Tonks , Lupin, and that thing, which Allen had given permission to fly around the house, had decided to stay and chat. As soon as Moody saw the thing come his way, he transfigured a lamp into a cat. A fat cat. A fat cat with a big mouth. The cat ate the thing before it had a chance to fly away. Moody was tempted to laugh like an evil maniac, but held it in.
"For a moment I thought you'd gotten eaten by a cat." That was what Allen said earlier, right before the meeting had started. Now it has come true, and Moody had gotten his revenge.
Or so he thought.
What he didn't count on, was for the transfigured cat to go into the kitchen. Lupin must have seen his act of revenge, because the moment the cat came in, Lupin turned it back into a lamp that shattered as it hit the floor. Sirius yelled something about priceless heirlooms and whatnot, but Moody wasn't listening. That thing was free again, and it immediately turned towards him, its teeth growing much bigger than last time.
It took two weeks for his nose to heal.
Moody also decided that revenge was more bitter than it was sweet.
End