EPILOGUE

"You'll write to us won't you?" Hermione asked Allen as the trio boarded onto the Hogwarts Express. Sadly, Allen wouldn't be going with them since he didn't have a home to go back to.

"I'll try but don't expect much alright? The job is hectic." He replied with a guilty smile already knowing in his heart they'd never hear from him again. Once he was back in his own time he would stay there.

"You have to at least try mate." Ron insisted.

The year had been interesting indeed for all four houses. The trio had taken up Allen's challenge to befriend someone in Slytherin and, not surprisingly, it had blown up in their faces at first. Hermione, who was unwillingly to give up after seeing Allen's success, had the brilliant idea to re-start S.P.E.W

It stood for Slytherins Participating with Everyone Willingly.

Fred and George saw her flyer and immediately burst into laughter until Hermione quipped that they probably weren't funny enough to make anyone on Slytherin laugh. Insulted, they took it as a personal challenge of their own. Before anyone knew it, all the Gryffindors were constantly surrounding petrified and confused Slytherins who had no clue what was going on. Seeing the Gryffindors try so hard must have melted the hearts of some Hufflepuffs because not a week later, they too were at the Slytherin table trying to become friends with the reluctant snakes. The Ravenclaws, whether out of loneliness or wanting to talk to intelligent people besides their own also slowly drifted over to the table.

Professor Snape ended up having to come down to tell students to go back to their own tables because; 'The Slytherin table was not meant for this many people, you dunderheads'.

Slowly, the Slytherins gave in once they realized that everyone who came to them had the same will as Allen Walker when it came to making friends with unfriendly people. Secretly, they wondered if he was giving out lessons on the sly.

He was and, being the clever Gryffindor that he is, he began charging a small fee if kids could afford it (he would still help them if they couldn't; some actually felt obliged to pay him).

What was even more interesting than Gryffindors befriending Slytherins was who they befriended.

Hermione became very close to Crabbe and Goyle after seeing them always having their noses in books and taking notes. The three became very good study buddies and Hermione used them to check out books for her to read since she was still banned from the library.

Harry didn't really have much of a say on who he befriended. Pansy and Daphne linked their arms around his and simply said, 'You're with us'. Flashes of tea parties and playing dress up ran through his head and he prayed they wouldn't do anything like that to him. Surprisingly they didn't. They simply brought him to a quiet place and made small talk. They did this religiously until the conversations became more personal and all too soon they were helping him understand women better and giving him tips on how to get a girlfriend. Ginny wouldn't know what hit her.

Their advice worked much better than Ron's.

Ron probably ended up with the most surprisingly friend of all. Draco Malfoy.

Yes, you read that right.

It started with bickering and punches to the face. They truly did despise each other until Professor Snape off-handily (yeah right) mentioned some famous chess player. Both responded with 'He's my favorite!' They then looked at each other, accused each other of mocking the other, and then challenge each other to a chess game.

It was a beautiful friendship.

They still punched each other. A lot.

The year had been fun, even with the restrictions on the trio. The detentions weren't too terribly horrible and all three could clean like pros now. When February came, Allen and several others were able to convince the Headmaster to let the three come to the Valentine's Day Ball.

Not one of them had dates but Allen, oblivious heart throb that he was, danced with every girl that asked. There were quite a few but he never made a fuss or acted tired. A true gentleman until the end.

Ravi tried to dance with him and got punch poured over his head for his efforts.

There were so many other memories that they would all cherish and no one would forget the kind, polite, white haired boy.

. . .who cheated several people out of some valuable possessions.

Or the fun loving red headed assistant who soon became known as the lost Weasley twin.

Or the grumpy Japanese assistant who was found sleeping in odd places. Students were warned to just let him sleep.

Certainty, nobody was going to forget Professor Cross, who somehow managed to keep his job despite being sloshed 90% of the time. Seeing him flirt in jest with Professor McGonagall became normal.

Seeing her threaten him with a restraining order was also became normal.

Professor Snape had to bite the bullet when Slytherin won the House Cup and that night stayed up telling all his eager snakes about the stunts he pulled as a student. He ended up going hoarse from talking so much. Afterwards his Slytherins asked if he was the one who had done all the anonymous pranks on the Weasley twins and several others that year.

He snorted and told them to stop being ridiculous. He had long grown out of that stage.

Secretly though, his fingers were crossed behind his back.

The next day, he received a letter from Lucius Malfoy declaring him to come over the Malfoy Manner immediately to receive an honorable hug for all his hard efforts. Severus sent back a letter declining the invitation and warned Lucius that if he even thought about coming to Hogwarts to find him, Severus would make him the main target of pranks for years to come.

The year had gone by so fast that many were sad to see the end.

"Bye Allen! Be sure to write!" Hermione yelled one last time before disappearing on the train, Ron and Harry waving as they followed her.

"Hmph! Sentimental fools." Draco spat sidling up to Allen.

"Hey Draco!" Allen said cheerfully. "How do you think you did on your O.W.L.S?" Allen asked the blonde.

"After the torture you put me through?" The blonde asked as he raised an eyebrow. "I better have O++ in everything."

It was true. When Allen learned that 5th years had to take some standardized tests for the Ministry, he created a study group that met every night and reviewed thing over and over again until kids saw it in their sleep.

The Ministry would soon discover that this year would have the highest number of students who passed with Outstanding's.

Because Allen is just that good.

"I'm sure you will." Allen replied with a polite smile.

"Whatever." Draco rolled his eyes. "Just so you know, I'm glad you're leaving so don't bother writing. You won't get a response."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Bye Allen!" Both heard a girl yell and saw Ginny and Neville walking by holding their cross-bred plants. An image of a screaming Ron ran through their heads as did a twinge of pity. "I hope you had a good time!" She yelled, not the least bit bothered that her plant just left dent marks on the side of the train from its teeth. Neville shyly waved as they got on the train, before disappearing among the throngs of students.

"Yeah. Well, see ya." Draco shoved Allen's shoulder as he went towards the train.

"See you." Allen whispered back with a sad smile.

In the end, he was the only one left on the platform. He stayed, waving until he couldn't see the fiery red train.

Walking back into the castle, he went immediately to the classroom that held the Gate. There General Cross, Ravi, and Kanda were bidding goodbye to Professor Dumbledore.

"'Bout damn time you showed up." Cross muttered.

"Excuse me for wanting to say goodbye to my friends." Allen shot back before turning to Dumbledore and giving a bow. "Thank you for letting us stay at the school. It was a wonderful year."

"No, my boy." Dumbledore shook his head. "Thank you, all of you, for protecting Hogwarts this year and for helping Harry."

"Heh, no problem Gramps!" Ravi yelled cheerfully.

"If you ever have another akuma problem call us. We got rid of all the ones the Earl left behind but in case you find yourself troubled by more, you know where to find us." Allen smiled, picking up his suit case.

"Of course." The old man chuckled. "Have a safe trip." He said with a bright twinkle in his eye. Waving back one last time, they walked through the Gate and after a moment, the glowing figure that had been there all year slowly faded into the air as if it never existed.

"Thank you for bringing unity back to my school." Dumbledore thanked the empty room as he shut the door.

"Welcome back!" Was the first thing Allen heard as they stepped through the Gate. Everyone from the Science Department and several exorcists let loose some small part poppers and was just generally creating noise.

"Welcome back Allen!" Lenalee gave him a quick hug before letting go. "I wish I could have gone, but brother wouldn't let me. Something about too many horny boys and how unsafe I would be." She pouted and rolled her eyes but she had a fond smile on her face as she said it. "I'm glad you're home!" She said with a smile that lit up her face before moving on to talk to Ravi and Kanda.

"I'm home." Allen whispered with a smile but it was lost in the crowd.

"Move it! Get out of my way! I'm a man on a mission and unless you want to be doing dishes for the next year, you'll move aside!" A familiar, feminine voice shouted above the crowd that quickly moved like the red sea.

"Is it true Komui? Is Allen really-" The cook cut himself off with a gasp as he took in the small exorcist who had tears in his eyes.

"Jerry!" Allen rushed forward.

"Allen!" Jerry met him halfway and gave the boy a crushing embrace of pure love.

"Oh my poor baby! Did they treat you right? They fed you alright, yes? My poor kitchen seems so stocked of ingredients when you're not here!" Jerry said through a flood of tears.

"Yes, they treated me perfectly fine!" Allen laughed. "It was magnificent Jerry! Their food popped out of nowhere! It even refilled itself, but. . ." He trailed off with a blush.

"It wasn't neat as good as your food." He grinned at seeing the cook's tears.

"Awww! You are most definitely my favorite customer ever! So cute!" Jerry squealed. "I'm going to go whip something up right now! Whatcha want?"

"DANGO!" Allen said at the top of his lungs, looking at Jerry like the man was Jesus. "Please Jerry, make as much dango as you can! They didn't have it there!"

"The fiends!" Jerry gasped petting Allen's hair sympathetically. "Have no fear child! I will make you the best dangos in the history of dangos!" Jerry turned on his heels and began walking back to his kitchen at a swift pace.

"Yay! Thank you Jerry!" Allen called to the retreating cook.

"Ok, enough of this gay fest." Cross uttered, stretching his arms before standing up. "Later." He said casually, fully prepared to walk out of here and never see anyone again.

"Wait General Cross!" Komui yelled out in a serious voice making everyone stop to look at him.

"Earl on a sandwich sideways, what?" Cross groused from the doorway.

"About the message that Timcampy gave us. . ."

"Message? Oh, the evil Pope guy." Cross scratched his head. "What about it?"

"We haven't shown it to Central because it's such sensitive information." Komui said, through everyone knew the man hadn't handed it over because Central would side with the Pope- they didn't care about exorcists or anyone else who was fighting against the Noah's. "We were wondering if you could give us some insight?" He asked the general.

"Komui," Cross said in a serious tone that left everyone on edge. "I am not near drunk enough to even mull that statement over let alone answer it. But! Allow me to laugh at you. HA HA HA!" He let out a booming laugh. "Ha, ha as if I'd let myself get scammed into going to Central, do you think I'm stupid?" He asked the room.

"Yes." Allen coughed quietly.

"No one asked you, dumbass." Cross snapped wishing he had his hammer to smack some sense into the kid. "For real though? My advice would be to run away. Like this." He then calmly walk out the door and slammed it in their faces, though they all heard him laughing all the way down the hall.

". . .why do I have a feeling we won't ever see him again?" Ravi asked the silent room.

"Awww, I was hoping I could make him tell Central for me." Komui whined, slumping his head on his desk.

"Komui, trust me, Master is the last person you want to dump your work on." Allen commented nonchalantly, studying his nails. "He doesn't even do his own work."

"I still don't know what to tell Central." The man moaned and for once, everyone actually felt bad for him.

A disturbed giggled echoed through the room and everyone shivered at the sounds. Looking for the source of the sound, they shuddered when they saw Allen walk to Komui's desk with a dark aura and demonic horns sprouted from his head.

"Neh, neh, Komui," He told the man with a sweet smile. "Let me handle it. Trust me, when I'm finished, we won't even need to inform Central of this . . . insignificant problem."

"Crud, Black Allen's out." Ravi shuddered to Lenalee. "He hasn't been out all year, I'm mean I've seen signs but not a full on immersion like this."

"All I need from you is a copy machine and Gregory's address." Allen said sweetly.

"Uh, of course. We looked into it already, and at the moment he goes by Cardinal Capillaria- since he hasn't actually been elected Pope yet- and he's living in Rome among the Vatican." Komui said nervously as he gave Allen a piece of paper that had more solid information on it.

"Good, good," Allen nodded in satisfaction before noticing all the stares directed at him. "What?" He cocked his head, all darkness and horns gone, giving him an innocent look that melted people's hearts. "Is there something on my face?" He asked worriedly.

"No!" Several people shouted, making him jump in surprise and give them a strange look.

"You're just so sexy, baby." Ravi shot out.

"I hope you know how to sleep with one eye open Ravi." Allen threatened cheerfully as he made his way to the door, his Dango Senses tingling. "Oh." He stopped in the door way and gave them all a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's best if you all just . . . put the pope business out of your heads." He gave one last quiet chuckle before leaving.

"Allen sure is scary when he wants to be." Johnny whispered to Reever.

"Yeah," Reever said dumbfounded, before smiling "But it's good to have him back."

"What are we, leftovers?" Ravi muttered to Kanda who just grunted.

"Cardinal Capillaria," A young monk approached the holy man. "This just came for you." He said before handing the older man a small box with a letter attached.

"Thank you my child." The Cardinal thanked the man with a tilt of his head as he continued on to his study, package in his hand.

"Now then," He said to himself, sitting down at his desk, searching for his letter opener. "Who sent me this I wonder?" Opening the letter and scanning the words, he paled.

Dear Father,

I heard through the grapevine that you don't really like the Black Order. That's all good and well- you are entitled to your opinions- but I find your idea of closing the church and burning the exorcists for witchcraft a tad zealous. I could spend the rest of this letter asking you to find it in your heart to spare them, but cold hearts don't really take to that method. I know for I know many people who have hearts like yours.

He gasped at the audacity of the letter and almost stopped reading, but something inside him told him it was imperative that he finish reading.

Black mail is such a nasty word . . . I prefer the word persuasion. It's much nicer don't you agree? I can practically see you scoffing saying to yourself 'I have nothing to hide!' or 'You don't have anything on me!'.

But I do. Look in the box.

So he did. His eyes widened in shock as trembling hands picked up several incriminating pictures of him doing some . . . un-fatherly things.

I thought all priest took a vow of celibacy. Tell me Father, what happened to yours? You seem to having a grand old time if I do say so myself. Now, before you go insane trying to figure out how I came across these lovely photographs, I have a list of demands, well, more like a demand really.

It's simple. Should you ever become the Pope, I ask that you leave the Black Order alone. Pretend it doesn't exist if you must. Let me warn you now, the moment I hear you so much as mention the Church in a negative way, I'll make sure every major newspaper in the world has a copy of these pictures. Trust me, your reputation won't survive the onslaught and you'll be disgraced and dismissed. That's the joy of having copies, after all; you never really run out of evidence.

"It's the devil. . ." The Cardinal muttered to himself, still shaking.

Oh! And if that doesn't convince you, I left a bribe at the bottom of the box. I hope you like it.

With love and sunshine, may your days be blessed,

The Clown

Looking at the bottom of the box, he found three dough balls speared through a stick with some sort of glaze. One had a bite mark and all were beginning to mold.

'This is a bribe?' He thought incredulously before lighting a fire and burning the food and pictures. The note he kept until he made his decision.

Two years later, Cardinal Capillari became Gregory XVI. He decided to focus on world hunger. He never once mentioned the Black Order.

Two years later, Allen and the rest where still fighting the Earl but they were getting closer to victory every day.

Two years later (in the future), Harry graduated from Hogwarts with all his friends like a normal wizard.

Life was good.

End.