Author's note: Been a while, yeah, I know. I'm sad… Review if you want pairings, straight or yaoi. I also want a pairing for Allen.

Whispers broke out as Harry walked through the halls. Many students crowded around just to take a look.

"There, look."

"Where?"

"Next to the tall kid with red hair."

"Wearing glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

Harry wished they didn't stare at him. He found the whispers really annoying. So many whispers combined made it sound like anything but a whisper! He groaned mentally before he continued to try and focus on getting to class. He wasn't too keen about Hogwarts having 142 staircases: there was ones that were wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones. There was ones that changed the course of direction on Fridays and even some with a vanishing step halfway!

Another thing was doors. There are doors that will ONLY open if you asked politely or if you tickle them in the exact spot. Some doors 'looked' like doors, 'feel' like doors, but they aren't doors. They were just walls that pretended to be doors. Which, in future, will annoy someone greatly.

On the other side, someone else was getting the same treatment from his peers.

"Why does he have white hair?"

"Look at that scar."

"You think he'd go out with me?"

"Try. He's really cute."

"Isn't that the one that made the hat scream?"

"You think he's with You-know-who?"

"Nah. He's too cute to be."

Allen mentally rolled his eyes. He was used to this but, it was so damn annoying! Right now, he could just slaughter them! But he was not one for bloodshed, maybe in a different life perhaps.

The albino ex-exorcist gave out a sigh as he realised his chances of getting lost was sky-rocketing. Honestly, why 142 staircases and odd doors? WHY?!

"Well, at least you've got me and Crown Clown!" The (more immature) older brother grinned childishly as he patted Allen's back mentally. "And I appreciate it." Allen smiled back mentally.

"Allen, you're going to get lost if you don't focus…" Crown Clown pointed out. Choosing to follow what Crown Clown said was a wise choice. He, from the middle of the Slytherin first-years, was now lagging behind. There were a couple of concerned stares from the 12 year olds ahead.

"Sorry…" Allen muttered as he caught up with the group.

Allen had found most of the subjects he's done, quite interesting. It wasn't much of a challenge and he'd flew through it, earning him the respect and good view from the professors.

He enjoyed staring at the starry night sky. It was beautiful and he really wished his friends were with him. He's missed them greatly and it felt as if he's heart had shattered and a few pieces had fallen of. The missing pieces were never filled even though he knew they were still with him. Then he'd always wonder if they missed him too?

The history of magic was interesting and Allen couldn't understand why his fellow classmates groaned a lot. Geez, why can't they see that it's interesting? Even though the red-head annoyed him, he pondered on what Lavi's reaction would be if he was here.

In Herbology, many of the Slytherins stared in awe at Allen. The light that beamed from outside and through the glass of the Greenhouse had made him look radiant to the eyes of others. The posture and serene expression Allen wore as he carefully did as he was told to the plant, only complemented the radiance.

Many Slytherins weren't looking forward to Herbology classes, but what was before them only made their minds to a 180.

The Slytherins adored Allen. The latter looked like an angel amongst demons to other houses. Although, Allen considered himself worse than a demon. If only they knew.

"Not worse than a demon."
"But a fallen angel." Both Neah and Crown Clown said in unison. "Perhaps…" Allen pondered. He gave a slight chuckle, earning him looks from the living things in a small radius.

Harry in turn, wasn't excited to be having potions with the Slytherins. Like no. No. Just no. The only thing he liked about Slytherin was the fact that one of his friends was there, Allen. He was just as curious as the other Gryffindors as to why Allen was a Slytherin. Yes, they saw that very creepy grin, but all in all, he was good kid. There was no way he could've been associated with the Dark Lord, according to the ones who believed all Slytherins were evil. Hermione was the only one who believed that Allen was placed in Slytherin because he was cunning and all the other properties a Slytherin should have.

She was annoyed that most of the Gryffindors believed that the Slytherins were evil. She had groaned, lectured and rolled her eyes everytime a comment like that was made.

For Harry, he was glad that he had afternoon tea with Hagrid later on. Potions class was dreadful!

Snape had this talent, like Professor McGonagall, to instantly shut the students up. He had slick black hair and the same coloured eyes. They held no warmth but instead were icy cold. It sent shivers down Harry's spine everytime his gaze was sent to him.

Harry looked over to where the Slytherins were to look for the certain white-haired boy. Before he could spot him, his name was called for the register.

"…Harry…Potter…" Snape called in absolute disdain. "Our new- celebrity." He continued with a sneer.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Draco Malfoy and his 'friends' snickering behind their hands. Harry felt his blood boil slightly, it took a few seconds to calm himself.

Allen's blood boiled but did his best to hide it.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making." Snape began with a low voice. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." He finished his supposedly grand speech.

Only silence followed. To Allen, he felt that if the last part wasn't added then they'd all have more confidence.

Fury coursed through Allen as he only watched Snape mock Harry. Such a bastard. What did Harry ever do to him? "Bloody bastard…" He muttered very quietly, and thanks to the Noah powers, no one heard him.

He was annoyed even though Snape had praised his work with Malfoy. Even though the arrogant brat didn't do much but mistakes, that ALLEN fixed! He bet that Snape only really praised Malfoy.

"Git…" He muttered quietly again.

One day he was going to smash that professor's face in. When that happened, he was going to enjoy beating the crap out of him.

"NEAH! STOP MAKING ME THINK OF INJURING THE GIT!" Allen shouted mentally.

"But it's what you want to do~!" Neah whined with a pout. Allen grunted mentally before he shook his head.

"I guess…"