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Sorry it took so long...

Chapter 4

He ran through the corridors of Hogwarts, seemingly lost. No, not Allen, someone else; someone who wasn't a student at Hogwarts. He knew how he got here and he knew why he was here. He was on a mission; and he will succeed.

He carefully observed his surroundings, taking in all of the information so that he wouldn't get lost again. He heard the footsteps of what seemed to be a student. Careful not to be seen, he hid behind some kind of cloth on the wall. Apparently it was a curtain. The stranger held his breath so that the student won't hear him. The student, completely oblivious of the stranger's presence, merely walked past the curtain where he hid.

As soon as she disappeared, he slipped out from underneath the curtain and continued with his mission. Still familiarising himself with the surroundings, unsure of where to go next, he just wandered around aimlessly not forgetting that he has to hide his presence. No one is to find him.

'It doesn't make sense,' Allen thought to himself, 'if the Millennium Earl destroyed the Black Order, then technically, the world should be destroyed by now as well.' He was busy eating his dinner while thinking about what Hermione said. What she said slightly confused him. Sure she was trying to explain it in the easiest way possible, but, it still managed to befuddle Allen. He sighed, and pushed his empty bowls and plates away from himself and headed off to the Slytherin dormitories. Once there, he started on his homework. Unfortunately he couldn't concentrate for long and soon his mind started to wander. 'Maybe the Millennium Earl only destroyed the Black Order, but not the innocence. My wand has innocence after all. He's probably still out there today, looking for innocence to destroy.'

After a while of quiet thinking, Allen remembered that he has to do his homework. Being overworked from last week, this was the last thing he wanted to do. He got out his timetable and looked at what subjects he had the next day. Deciding that it was safe to skip homework tonight, he packed away his books and started getting ready for bed. He really needed sleep; he didn't get enough last week because Hermione had him study to who knows what time. 'Her friends are weird. Especially the red-head…' he thought quietly to himself before drifting off to sleep.

Allen started dreaming. He dreamt of a man that looked like he was in some sort of fight; his clothes nineteenth century style clothing was ripped and dirty. There were bloodstains on the brick walls which the man was leaning on. His messy black hair covered a majority of his bloody face. A shadow appeared in front of the man; he noticed and looked up to see the source of the shadow. As the man looked up, the hair covering his face revealed his eyes; they were nothing but two lifeless orbs. The source of the shadow was a seemingly young man, possibly no older than twenty three. He wore a suit of some sort with a tie. His hair seemed fairly light, almost white. His bangs were covering his eyes. The source of the shadow opened his mouth to speak, but then Allen woke up.

The sun shone through the window and onto Allen's face. Feeling the warmth of the sun, he woke up. Today was Tuesday and he had another day of school ahead of him. 'Great,' he thought, 'I'm still stuck here in this stupid time.' He got out if bed, wondering if he'll ever get back to his own time. As he looked around the dorm he noticed that there were no students in there. He looked outside at the position of the sun and then he realised that he had over-slept. Hurriedly he started getting ready; he put on his robes, brushed his hair and teeth, grabbed his books and after a quick glimpse at his timetable, he headed to Charms.

Unfortunately, Allen being Allen didn't know the way and he ended up getting lost. Frustrated, he gave up on finding his way to class. 'I haven't seen Timcanpy around lately. I hope he's okay…' He thought while aimlessly wandering around the halls. As he wandered around, he heard footsteps. The owner of the footsteps walked past him; it was a student. Allen was about to ask her for directions when his eye activated. He could see a soul attached to the student and quickly -without even wondering why an akuma would be at this school- he activated his innocence. His left hand turned into a gigantic white claw with a green light emitting from the cross and his shoulder. The akuma realised what was happening and transformed into a big, balloon-like machine. Allen jumped into action crushed the machine with his claw. "Bring salvation to this tormented akuma's soul!" The machine exploded and turned to dust. But what Allen saw was something completely different; he saw the soul being freed from its never-ending agony. His mouth curved into a small smile of satisfaction when that happened.

"Walker! What's the meaning of this! What did you do to that student?" Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly appeared behind him. "I asked you a question and I am waiting for an answer! What did you do to that student?" Her voice was both trembling with fear and anger at the same time.

"I, I just… and- I can… explain…" Allen didn't know how to respond, he didn't think about the consequences he would have to face after he destroyed that akuma. He wasn't even thinking when he destroyed the akuma.

"Obviously not… Come with me. We're going to see the Headmaster." She turned around and walked to Dumbledore's office, Allen unwillingly followed her wondering what's going to happen now. He decided he will tell the absolute truth. He won't lie, the old man will understand. When they arrived at the office, McGonagall knocked and went inside, she gave a quick explanation of what she saw.

After a while of thinking, Dumbledore finally spoke, "is this true, Mr Walker? How about you gave me an explanation of what you experienced before we jump to conclusions."

"Yes sir. I over-slept this morning and then I got lost. While I was lost, a student walked past me, but that wasn't a student. It was an akuma."

"Akuma?" Dumbledore repeated.

"Yes. An akuma is a basically a living weapon created by the Millennium Earl, it will keep killing and evolve."

"Living weapon? What do you mean?"

"It's a weapon with a soul connected to it. It's made when you have recently lost someone dear to you; the Millennium Earl will come and visit you and offer to bring your beloved back to life. If you accept his offer, your beloved will come back to life but will be under control of the Earl. After being brought back to life, the Earl will order them to kill the person that brought them back to life and wear their skin, making it impossible to know whether they're human or an akuma. The only way they can be destroyed is by an exorcist."

"But if it's impossible to know, then how did you know if that student was an akuma."

"I have a cursed eye that sees can see the soul of an akuma."

"Alright then. I think that I understand this situation, but that doesn't change the fact that that used to be a student. You won't be receiving any punishment for what happened. As for the student… well I'm afraid that there isn't much we could have done. We will take care of that situation, you just keep concentrating on what's important. Now, off you go. I believe that you have Charms at the moment."

The stranger managed to stay hidden all night long without being discovered. He was wandering around after all the students had gone to bed, wondering where he was going to find a place to sleep. And then, while looking for a place to sleep, he came across a door that mysteriously appeared. He went in and found a bedroom. 'Well, this is a magical castle after all,' he thought to himself.

He awoke early in the morning and quickly left the room so that he could continue his mission. Not many people were awake yet, here and there were a few students but not very many. He could easily hide himself from them. Careful not to be seen, he managed to make his way to his destination.

The more Harry Potter thought about Allen Walker, the more suspicious he'd get. After all, not long after he appeared, that mysterious thing did as well. What made him even more suspicious of Allen was the fact that he knew that Harry found him suspicious. As a matter of fact, he was even giving Harry clues. As for why Ron apparently seems attracted to Allen can be easily explained. He's jealous in some way. He doesn't actually like Allen; he's making fun of him because all the girls seem to be falling for him. Harry on the other hand isn't jealous, but he does find Allen cute. No, not attractive. Allen is merely like an adorable animal to Harry.

But that's getting off topic. Harry was once again suspicious because Allen didn't show up for Charms until the lesson was almost finished. But Professor Flitwick and a few other students didn't seem to notice. They thought he had been there since the beginning of the lesson; almost a repeat of the Defence Against the Dark Arts incident.

And of course Allen was following Harry and Ron around for the rest of the day which annoyed them because he kept listening in on their conversations. Not to mention, wherever he was there would be girls looking at him and giggling. Naturally, when being followed by some crazy white-haired guy that listens to everything you say and then proceeds to try and put you on the right track, would start to annoy –and worry- the people that are being followed. Ron and Harry managed to get rid of him at some stage of the day, but somehow they ended up with him again. "How long is he going to keep following us?" Ron asked Harry. "I know he's cute and all but there comes a point where we start to find adorable things terrifying… I'm currently at that point! I can't handle him anymore!"

Harry glanced behind him quickly and sure enough, Allen wasn't far behind them, "I thought we got rid of him!"

"Apparently he found us again…"

"He's up to something!"

Of course Allen had to interrupt the conversation again, "yes! But what could it possibly be?"

"Oh please stop following us! Ron and I are sick of it!" Harry burst out. "It's annoying and rude!"

"Relax! I'm only using you two to help me get around this place! And also, you two talk so loud that I wouldn't be surprised if the whole school hear what you two scheme all the time! And might I remind you that you two are the ones prying into my personal business which means I have every reason to listen in on what you say. So technically, I'm not the one being rude. But if you really want me to stop following you, I'll stop." After Allen said that, he walked away in the direction of the Great Hall.

"I hate to admit it," said Harry, "but… he has a good point. We are the ones prying into his personal business and it is quite rude. But we have a good reason to, right Ron?"

"Of course we have a good reason. Our reason we're doing this is to find out why the bloody hell girls are so attracted to him. It's the hair. Definitely the hair."

"Let's go to the common room. We're meeting Hermione there." Harry and Ron walked and talked on their way to the common room. Not about Allen, but on more important things. Like he-who-must-not-be-named. AKA Voldemort.

"Did you notice anything off about Hermione today?" Ron said when they arrived at the common room.

"A bit…"

"Kind of the same as last week… don't you reckon?"

"What are you suggesting?"

"What Ron is suggesting," Hermione's voice suddenly appeared from behind Harry, "is that Malfoy may or may not have confessed his love for me in the library last night!"

"What makes you say that?" Harry obliviously asked Hermione.

"What makes me say that is the fact that it really did happen and I do not like it! He's an idiot! Stupid idiot!" Hermione started slamming her fists in frustration on poor Harry.

"Yes well! Stop taking it out on me!"

"Sorry… it's just that. Although it's kind of sweet that he has normal human emotions and everything… I just don't know him well enough and to tell you the truth… I'd much rather date Harry than him…"

"What about me?" Ron asked.

"Nope. I prefer him over you."

Malfoy couldn't seem to concentrate. Hermione was on his mind the whole time. He thought back about what happened in the library and got butterflies in his stomach. They were standing all alone in the library. There was an awkward silence, and just as Hermione was about to leave; he stopped her and told her his feelings. Her face went all red and she proceeded to call Malfoy an idiot before running off. It didn't go very well, but he was happy that he did it. It really cleared his mind.

He tried doing his homework again but eventually gave up. It reminded him of Hermione. 'I might as well go look for that piece of library book. It may give us a clue to getting Allen back' he thought to himself. He went to his dormitory and then proceeded to look in all of the places where he would hide it. After what seemed like two hours of fruitless searching, he decided that he must have lost it. And with a sigh, he gave up.

"Why are you giving up so soon?" A voice said.

Malfoy looked around him for the source of the voice, "who's there? Show yourself!"

"It's me," the owner of the voice stepped out from the shadows, he held a flimsy paper in his hand. He walked up to Malfoy and started waving the paper in his face. "Looking for this?"

"Who are you?"

The stranger smiled…

Well. I hope this chapter is okay. It's a bit boring but at least it's something...

If anything at all seems a bit off, please tell me.

Thank you for reading.