Allen groaned as he walked around the station trying to find platform 9 ¾. The Headmaster was kind enough to pay for all the school supplies that Allen would need but told Allen he would need to be at the station to blend in. Allen was fine with that, what he wasn't fine with was the fact that they failed to tell him exactly where platform 9 ¾ was located. He sighed as he sat down on a bench to take a break. He just hoped Kings Cross was the right station- he'd never live it down if he found out he was at the wrong place. Not that it would be to surprising considering he really hadn't been able to sleep much during these last few weeks.

The akumas seemed to enjoy coming out right when he was about to doze off. It always happened in the dead night when everyone was sleeping, but he wouldn't be surprised if someone had woken up. Dumbledore had been kind enough to introduce him to the staff so that they wouldn't be alarmed over a young teenager randomly running into the forest every other night and they all agreed to go along with the transfer student charade. After that, he had gone back to the gate and asked Komui to send back up when he could.

Which led to another problem.

"How are we going to bring in the others without looking suspicious?" Allen wondered out loud as he walked down the hallways with Dumbledore. After mulling it over and tossing ideas back and forth ("No, Mr. Walker, we are not telling people they're you're slaves. That is a bit extreme." "You think?") before Dumbledore's eyes lit up.

"I think I have just the solution. In fact, this will take care of another problem as well."

"Really?"

"Yes, I do need a Defense teacher this year. This will work perfectly." The old man said cheerfully as he popped a lemon drop in his mouth.

"Oh." Allen said in disappointment. He had really liked the slave idea.

And then he tripped and bashed his head into the wall. Oh the blood that poured from his head! Good times, good times. Dumbledore was nice enough to heal it for him.

Though he loath to admit, most of the injuries he'd gained in the magical world weren't from the akumas. While rushing down the stairs after feeling an akuma nearby, Allen forgot that the stairs moved and promptly fell down when they moved on him. When he finally got to the main floor he accidentally ran into a suit of armor. Had the shock of his life when the armor cussed him out about not watching where he was going. In the end though, he made it out side in one piece and took care of the problem.

He hasn't had the guts to visit the Hospital Wing. If it's anything like the one at the Black Order . . .he shuddered.

"Oi! Move it, ya slug!" A random person yelled as they shoved passed him, shaking him from his thoughts. Huh, he hadn't even realized he had stood back up.

'Time to resume my search for this platform.' Allen thought after coming out of his musings.

15 minutes later.

Allen groaned in frustration. No matter how hard he tried he simply could not find this platform. Was it invisible? Did it more around randomly? Maybe it had a conscious mind and was laughing at him right now saying to itself, 'Hee-hee, the Midget can't find me! Can't find me, oh no he can't! Why? Because he's too short! Tee-hee!'

You know you're sleep deprived when you think inanimate objects that you haven't even found yet are making fun of you. Ugh, he needed a nap. Trying to rub the sleep away from his eyes, he looked around for the thousandth time and caught sight of a conductor. Maybe he could help Allen out.

"Excuse me." He said softly, tapping the man on the shoulder. The conductor turned towards him.

The man had a most fascinating mustache. Allen noted and had to mentally scold his hand for wanting to touch it. Stupid sleep deprivation. Making him think up weird things. It's like those chocolate liquor squares all over again. . .

"Can I help you sonny?" The man asked, casting Allen an odd look. When he spoke his mustache moved just a little. Allen shook himself back into reality when he realized that the conductor had asked him something.

"Ah, yes. Sorry about that. Still a tad sleepy." He told the man with a strained smile, "I was wondering, could you help me find Platform 9 ¾'s?" Allen ended, his smile turning a shade more hopeful.

The Conductor didn't seem to like that question very much. The skin of his neck turned a cherry red that ran all the way up to his forehead. His eyes scrunched up in anger and his mustache seemed to grow twice in size and ferocity. Allen would swear he heard it growl at him.

"Now see here boy!" The man snarled, "Every year a bunch of kids play this same old prank on me and you're the third one today! Well I won't have it! Scram before I decide to arrest you for wasting my time!" He ended in a loud bellow. With a Mustache of Doom bearing down on him, Allen had no choice but to flee.

'Today's not a good day.' He thought tiredly as he leaned against the brick pillar between platforms 9 and 10…only to fall on his butt.

He looked around in confusion when he saw a bright red train and the words 9 ¾ above him. Allen took out his ticket and stared at it, then slowly turned again towards the words above him.

9 ¾…

9 ¾ …

9 ¾ !

Tears of joy threatened to spill onto his face, but he managed to keep them at bay. Judging by the amount of people here, he was still very early. Allen didn't care at the moment. He quickly put his trunk in the baggage compartment and then went to find a place to sit. He felt weird boarding on the train like a normal person; he had gotten use to the train jumping like every other exorcist.

'They have really nice seats.' Allen thought as he yawned. He had stayed up last night going through all the text books. He failed to notice that he laid down on the seats. He also failed to notice himself slipping off into sleep.

Harry, and the others- 30 minutes later.

"Hurry up you two! We're going to miss the train if you don't pick up the pace!" Hermione yelled to Harry and Ron.

"Calm down Hermione, we'll make it!" Harry huffed. They made it, barely but they made it. By the time they got there, practically all the compartments were filled. Fortunately they had found Luna, Neville, and Ginny in the back compartment.

"Do you mind if we sit with you guys? Everywhere else is full." Ron asked. Ginny shrugged at the question.

"Sure if you don't mind sitting on the floor." She said.

"Huh? Why can't we just-" Ron stopped in mid sentence when he saw someone with white hair sleeping on the other seat.

"Who's that?" Harry asked.

"We don't know." Neville replied quietly.

"Looks like an old man." Ron said. No one could see the strangers face since he was facing the wall.

"Ron! Don't be so rude! He's probably our DADA teacher!" Hermione scolded. Before Ron could reply with a snappy retort, a groan was heard. Everyone paled when they saw it was the stranger.

'Crap! If that's our new DADA teacher, we might get points taken away for disturbing him!' Was basically everyone's thoughts. They were all shocked when the man turned around in his sleep to face them.

"Bloody hell, he's not an old man, he's our age!" Ron whispered in shock and not even Hermione stopped to scold him for his language. They all jumped when the stranger suddenly sat up rubbing his eyes to chase away the sleep.

"Ugh, why do I feel like I'm sleeping on a train . . .?" Allen mumbled to himself as he opened his eyes. As soon as he did he found a group of people around his age looking at him.

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

They stared at him.

He stared back.

After what seemed like eternity, one of the teens opened his mouth.

"Hi." The boy with messy black hair and green eyes said. It was then Allen noticed three of them were standing there because he was lying on the seats. He shocked them all when he suddenly jumped out of the seats.

"I'm so sorry!" He apologized to them. Seeing their confusion about his apology, Allen explained to them.

"I really didn't mean to fall asleep here, and now you're all standing because of it! You should have woken me up, I wouldn't have minded." Hermione noted that the boy had bowed when he said this, it was a little odd.

"It's alright, you don't have to apologize." Harry told him. The boy straitened from his bow and smiled at them, it was then that Harry noticed a strange scar under the boy's right eye.

"Ah! How rude of me, I'm Allen Walker." Allen stated as he held out his gloved hand to shake.

"Ronald Weasley." Ron mumbled to Allen.

"Ginny Weasley." A younger girl with red hair replied as she opened up a box of jelly beans.

"Hermione Granger, a pleasure to meet you." Hermione said politely.

"Neville Longbottom." A quiet boy sitting on a seat responded with a small smile.

"Luna Lovegood." The blonde haired girl sitting next to Neville told him in a dreamy voice as she went back to reading a magazine upside down.

"Harry Potter." Harry said tiredly as he waited for a shocked silence at his name.

It never came.

"Such splendid names you all have." Allen yawned as he moved so the other three could sit down. He didn't have the heart to tell them that he already knew most of their names. Dumbledore had given him a list of people who might become nosy and creep outside in the dead of night.

"Did I say something wrong?" Allen asked when he realized they were looking at him like he was insane.

"Did you say something wrong?" Ron practically shouted. Hermione and Ginny both hit him on the back of his head for being rude.

"It's alright Ron!" Harry said as he sat down with a relieved smile. "I was getting tired of everyone looking at me in a shocked silence every time I said my name, this is refreshing." Harry said with laugh. Before Allen could ask any questions on what they were talking about. Luna looked up from her magazine and stared at him.

"You have white hair." She stated bluntly. Allen blinked at the statement.

"Uh, yes I do have-"

"And your eyes are light blue, almost silver." Luna said as she interrupted him.

"Well sometimes they switch back and forth depending on the light. Why? Is there something wrong with that?" Allen asked nervously. Luna shook her head.

"No, I just wish I had eyes like yours. . ." She let the sentence hang in the air as she returned to her magazine.

'Well that was weird', was the one thought going through Allen's head until Hermione started to ask him questions.

"So, are you a transfer student?"

"Yes, I am. From the Academy of B.L.A.C.K. at your service." He told her with a smile that clearly did not reach his eyes.

"Oh? I've never heard of that school. Does Black stand for something?" Hermione asked, intrigued.

" Bizarre Learnings and Awareness for Cracked Kiddies." He told them in such a cheerful voice that it took them a moment to realize what he said.

"You- I'm sorry, are you joking?" Ginny asked him.

"Well it was supposed to be Students Traumatized Under Peculiar Incidents and Disturbances, but the Academy of S.T.U.P.I.D. just didn't have to same ring to it." Allen said in a knowledgeable tone.

They all just stared at him.

"It's a reform school for traumatized children, so they don't, y'know, snap and go insane." He said with a nervous smile, cursing Komui to the depths of hell for creating such a stupid background story when Allen told him he'd be playing a transfer student. "It's really not that bad." He choked out.

"Sounds like you should have gone there Harry." Ron mumbled and received a swift kick for his efforts.

"So!" Hermione said loudly, trying to change to subject, with a strained smile on her face. "What year will you be in?"

"I said traumatized, not dumb." Allen dryly as the trio flinched. "And just because it's called that doesn't mean every student is crazy. I only went because my Uncle is an ass of the most epic proportions. But to answer your question, I'll be a 5th year."

"We'll be 5th years too. What house?" Hermione asked, desperate to get away from the other subject.

"Uh, I haven't been sorted yet." Allen said. It was like this for another 10 minutes, until Ron spoke up.

"Hermione, can you stop with the questions already? I think he's had enough for today, and if he hasn't, I have." Hermione glared at Ron as he said this, but remained silent. Soon a comfortable silence fell into the compartment, and Allen found himself once again giving into sleep. Not even close to Hogwarts and he'd already made new friends; maybe this mission wouldn't be so bad after all.