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Chapter 4: The new guy

Allen's POV

"An idea? What do you have in mind, sir?"

"How would you like to stay here as a student for a while?" the headmaster asked.

"Stay here? As a student?" I questioned. I felt worrisome. I did not want to stay here and put kids of the school in danger because of this huge problem.

"Don't worry," Dumbledore began, as if he could tell what I was thinking about, "like i said the school is protected by a high level barrier so its unlikely that this person who...attacked you, can get past it."

'Well, if there is a barrier…'

I thought long and hard on the matter of staying. The pros and cons of the situation was that, if I stay then I could get the proper education. Not that Mana didn't do a great job on teaching me it's just that, I've only learned the basics. However, if I stays then I could put the lives of the children in danger and I don't want innocent children to become scarred and paranoid because of me. The decision was a rather tough one, but in the end I had to chose what I had hoped to be the best choice.

"Alright sir, I'll stay for a while." I sighed, deep inside I was hoping that I was doing the right thing.

Dumbledore smiled and his eyes shined a little bit more when I told him my decision.

"Ok then," he began, "first things first, you must get sorted."

"Sorted? Into what, sir?" I asked, while keeping my polite tone, I am talking to the head after all.

"Houses, my dear boy. Hogwart's students are separated into the 4 following houses; Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw." he explained.

At the word separated, I nearly frowned. I honestly don't like the fact that these kids were split up but i guess it must be easier for them to keep track of them? In response, I just nodded my head. I wanted this to get over with. It was easy to could tell that Timcanpy was getting restless by the minute.

Dumbledore suddenly got up and grabbed what looked to be a brown, rugged looking hat with a very strange face on it. I could only imagine what such a hat had anything to do with sorting. I said nothing, hoping that whatever he meant about this had would work.

Then, without warning, Dumbledore put the hat on my head!

'This has to be a joke.' I thought, until it talked.

"What is this? Your very late to be sorted mister." the hat mentally stated.

I jumped and I nearly rip the poor thing off my head. This caused the hat and Dumbledore to chuckle. I was puzzled as to how the hat had talked, but then it came to be. This was a MAGIC school after all.

"Yeah." I mentally replied, sheepishly.

"Oh well, just relax alright?" it said, making me nod, slightly.

Suddenly, I felt that someone was invading my mind. At first, I thought that it was the '14th' but I figured that if it was him then I would begin struggling for control. Right? Was it the hat? The hat was looking into my mind!

'Oh hel-'

After figuring this out, I was about to pull the thing off my head until it said…

"You poor child," it began, "to go through all that. I'm surprise that you haven't broken down yet. Instead, you push forward and face it head on. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me. For now, you will be in-"

"Gryffindor!" the thing shouted on the top of it's lungs, if it had any.

The headmaster took the hat off my head - thankfully - and placed it on a tall dresser near his desk. For a moment, I thought about this problem and the lie until I realized, 'how can I do this…magic if I don't have that stick thingy or what is it called?'

"um sir," I started, "do I need that uh...stick thing that you guys have here?"

"You don't have a wand? May I ask how you used your 'ark' without one?" The headmaster asked, puzzled.

"I…uh…can perform it without…a wand." I explained. It was getting tougher to keep up with this.

"Hmm, I see. Well then later, I'll have Hagrid take you to Diagon Ally and get you a wand at Ollivander's Wand Shop to get your self set. In the meantime time," he then waved his wand and the quill, on his desk, came to life and started writing things down. I stared at it for a while until it stopped. After a few minutes, he then slowly got up from his seat. He was handed me - what looked to be 3 pieces of paper. One had a list of names that I saw on some doors on my way here along with numbers near them in a column titled 'Room'. Another looked to be a map of sorts. Now I won't get lost again! Lastly, there was a piece of paper with strange words written on it on the front and back. I looked up at Dumbledore in confusion.

"That is your schedule to see the order and time of your classes, a map so you don't get lost and that is the password for the portrait that guards the entrance to the Gryffindor tower. Which serves as the dorm room, you shall be staying in. The portrait is a Fat lady wearing a pink frilly dress. She usually has a wine glass in her hands." Dumbledore informed him.

I just nodded slowly but before I left, I decided request something.

"May I have a room to myself?" I asked. Dumbledore nodded and waved his wand again, making half the words on the piece of paper change.

I smiled and thanked the headmaster, before turning around and leaving. Once I was in the hall, Timcanpy flew out off my head and decided to station himself beside me as we walked to the Tower.

~Time-Skip~

Ironically, it had taken me a least 3 hours to find this tower. Even with a map and help from some ghost here and there. Which I also didn't expect to see. By the time I had gotten there, it was already night; however, I was so glad that I was able to get there and not get lost in the halls and spend the night out there.

"Finally!" I cried out. I was so exhausted from a whole day of talking and walking. I honestly just wanted to sleep. I walked up to the panting and looked up at the lady in it. What really shocked me the most was that she had moved!

"Oh, what is this?" She said while she spun her glass filled with a dark red liquid. I assumed it was wine.

"Uhh, I am Allen Walker, Ma'am." I replied nervously and bowed to her.

"A polite one I see," she began, "well then, Mr. Walker, what business do you have here?"

"I'm now attending and I was sorted into Gryffindor," I begun to explained, "and I was told that you guard Gryffindor tower?"

"I do, but before you get in, you must give me the password first." She said as she drank from the glass.

I stared down at the paper then back at the women. I wasn't quite sure how or if this would work but there really was only one way to find out.

"Is the password Tapeworm?" I asked. I didn't get a yes or no, but when the panting swung open and revealing the entrance, I knew it worked. I sighed in relief and stepped right in. I heard it close behind me. As I looked ahead, I saw children. They were staring at me with a mix of different emotions. Some looked confused, but others looked suspicious of me. I looked down, trying to avoid the piercing stares. I took one step. Only…ONE…then it happened. They crowded around me like bees to honey, yelling and shouting.

"What are you doing here?"

"How come your hair is white?"

"What's with the funny tattoo?"

"Are you single!?"

"How did you get in here?!"

"Your cute/short/weird/creepy"

"Why do you have a snitch?!"

"Quiet Down!" a very familiar female voice shouted out above the large crowd. In a matter of seconds the loud shouts decreased down to quiet angry grumbles and mumbles.

I sighed, thanking whoever that was, because they saved me from a lot of questions I didn't want to answer. I saw and heard the crowd move a bit for the speaker that saved my life. However, I admit. I'm on the short side and some of these students were so tall! I mean come on! So I couldn't see over some of them. Finally, they got to the front of the crowd and I saw that they were the 3 I had met previously.

"Allen? What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I'm now attending here." I stated calmly.

"What happened to not attending here huh?." Ron asked with suspicion, raising a brow.

"Well, I didn't at the moment." Allen replied.

"If so, then why didn't you show up when the first years were being sorted?" Hermione asked, with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

"I was running late." he answered.

"Then what was with all the wounds?" Harry questioned.

"I ran into trouble. They weren't very nice and physically hurt me." I lied.

'Well, It's not really a lie. That thing…isn't nice. Even though it's Innocence and I though Innocence was…never mind.'

"Oh?" Hermoine questioned.

"Yeah." I felt awful about lying to all of them but I can't let them know. As if me being here wasn't dangerous enough. The room was silent except for the occasional mumble here and there. Everyone's eyes was locked onto me. I cleared my throat to - as they say- break the ice.

"Well then, can anyone show me to my dorm, please?" I pleaded and held up the paper that had the dorm number written down on.

"I'll show you." Harry offered and started to lead me. The silent crowd parted for us as we walked forward. Soon, we came to a spiral stair case and Harry turned and looked at the paper.

"Hmm, it seems you have the last empty room up there," Harry stated, "follow me."

We walked up the stairs to the top and stood in front of a room. I looked over at Harry and kindly smiled, since knowing my luck I would've got lost even in here. I can hear Kanda teasing me now.

"Thank you for leading me here." I thanked him.

"No problem." he simply stated, then turned away and continued back down to the main room.

I walked into the dorm and closed the door behind me. It's color scheme was red and gold, which made me assume that it was the house colors were, since they were all over the main room downstairs. I walked to the bed and saw a black robe folded on it. Better than this one, I borrowed from the nurse. Lifting it up, I examined it. It was long and seemed hard to move around in.

'So I have to wear this? What if I run into an Akuma or worst…Aprocryphos. Then I wont be able to move around!...wait Dumbledore- I mean the headmaster did say that this school was protected after all but still.'

I sighed and flopped down on the bed. How good it was to be in a bed! That cell that the order put me in was very uncomfortable. Just when I started to drift off. I heard an unknown voice.

"I feel bad for you," a voice suddenly stated, "you have to be around a school of spoiled brats." it sounded very masculine and old but not too old.

I quickly sprang up and looked around, "Who's there!" I exclaimed.

"Geez nephew, you should really calm and quiet down." the voice stated.

"Where are you! Show yourself!" I demanded.

"I can't really show myself, unless you look through a mirror." it hinted with a little bit of boredom in its voice.

That is when it clicked and I began to realize who this was.

"No, wait you can't be the-"

"Yep. Although, instead of Noah or 14th I prefer Neah instead." the voice, now dubbed Neah, sang.

This was not I signed up for! It's bad enough knowing there is a Noah inside me but now he can speak to me. Things just keep getting better and better around here.

Well? How was it? Good enough? I hope so. Please feel free to tell me any corrections I should make! Thank you those who've reviewed and favorited my story so far! It makes me want to write more when I see such encouraging reviews!

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