Author's note: Sorry for the very late update, I've been busy!
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Allen watched with a grin as Harry rushed down in order catch the glass ball that was falling to the ground at a fast pace.
'Very Seeker-like material.' Allen thought. He chuckled inwardly and a yell brought him out of his thoughts,
"HARRY POTTER!"
Came the yell of an angry Professor McGonagall. The cursed child, saw Harry's face droop in fear and shock.
'Never in all my time at Hogwarts – "
The witch started in exasperation. The sunlight made a gleam go across her glasses. " – how dare you – you might have broken your neck – "
"It wasn't his fault Professor – "
"Be quiet, Miss Patil – "
"But Malfoy – "
"That's enough Weasley."
"Professor, if Harry is to be in trouble then so should Malfoy. Harry was only trying to protect something given to Nev – "
"Walker. Enough. I understand, but, Potter, follow me now." Allen didn't miss the slight nod saying that 'Harry-wasn't-going-to-be-in-trouble.'.
Allen grumbled, but a smug smirk crept up his face, but remained unnoticed by everyone, when he saw the triumphant looks on Malfoy's, Goyle's and Crabbe's faces.
"Idiots." Allen muttered before turning back and smiling at the Gryffindors. Only some, like Hermione, understood by that one smile, that Harry was going to be okay.
They watched as Harry trailed behind Minerva with a 'I-am-so-doomed' aura around him.
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He was so going to get expelled. He was panicking and he honestly wanted to say something in order to defend himself, but he knew it would be futile, so he remained quiet and followed. McGonagall's robes swept along the floor. Her faces was of anger and concern. She wondered if this was the right choice. She really did hope Harry wouldn't take this the wrong way and keep doing dangerous things in order for such a surprise.
Meanwhile, Harry was in turmoil. He was beginning to think things like, 'What would the Dursley's say if they found me at their doorstep?'.
He was absolutely frightened. He didn't want to go back there but what would happen was inevitable.
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"Potter. This is Oliver Wood, Wood, I think I've found you a Seeker."
A perplex looked changed into one who's birthday had been merged with Christmas. Wood looked very excited and delighted.
"Are you serious Professor?" He asked with surprise, as if this was a silly dream.
"Absolutely," Professor McGonagall said. A small smile had formed on her lips, but she was able to hide it. It was a smile, and she knew, that only one person besides herself could see, and that was Allen Walker.
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Minerva was having thoughts about 'Allen Walker'. That mysterious boy had great senses. She had seen Allen behind one of the columns that held and decorated the castle. He was very far from two professors who had been talking in a whisper, yet she could see by the posture the boy had, that he was listening to every word.
He had keen sight and empathy. He was able to sniff out a lie, but not push that person any further unless it was a lie to show off. But, something more mysterious was the way he walked.
Although Allen was mostly cheerful. Having a laugh and talking. She could see, due to experience that he was constantly on guard. There was nothing to be on guard about and she wondered whether it was a habit? Although, no 12-year old was able to build up such guard on instinct.
A mysterious enigma surrounded the boy, but what frightened her most was his eyes. His smile covered most of it, but those silver eyes were cold and metallic-like. When his guard was down, you could see a vortex of despair, fear and a tinge of happiness that was chained to the very back of his mind.
They were the eyes of a warrior after a war. Although, it was impossible and incredible at the same time. To be able to wear a façade over a torn past.
She'd have to speak with Dumbledore about it.
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"You're joking." Ron said in disbelief.
Harry smiled and in the corner of his eye he had caught sight of Allen. He turned fully and saw the double thumbs up given to him. At first he was at shock, by the other could hear him from that far AND the amount of noise, but he grinned back. Ron turned to Allen with shock from what he was told before,
"Seeker?" Ronald added. "But first-years never – you must be the youngest house player in about – "
"a century." Harry finished, who was shoving a pie down his throat. The flavour was delicious and he wanted more.
"Wood told me." He added. Ron's eyes were wide in amazement.
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Allen chuckled quietly before a shiver ran down his spine and a familiar feeling of static ran to his left eye. He covered his left eye on instinct and shock.
It had activated.
The gears twisted and turned. The two rings changed every so often.
"What's wrong Allen?" Someone had asked. "Nothing. I'm fine." Allen assured, although it sounded a bit too forced.
"Oi. Allen, do you want to go to Madam Pomfrey's?" Another voice intercepted. More voices of concern kept swivelling in his mind. It made him nauseous and dizzy. Cold sweat ran down the side of his forehead as he was afraid to see what was behind him. He turned slowly, the walls of the Great Hall vanished in his vision to reveal 3 twisted souls that cried and screamed.
A scream tore from Allen's throat as his head pounded furiously. He could hear a familiar lullaby in the back of his head, trying to soothe him. Although it did tune out the voices of the children and professor's concerned voices, the screams and pleas would not disappear.
"Neah! Neah help! Please?!" Allen cried out loud. He wanted his brother's arms around him keeping him safe like back in the past.
But part of his mind told him that, that was impossible, for Neah was long gone and in his head.
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A scream tore through the air, silencing a lot of people before concerned and curious people crowded around the source of noise.
Harry ha instantly recognised the voice, and he pushed his way through the crowd. He saw Allen on the ground, twisting and turning like he was in a never-ending nightmare. Blood was running down his ears, and Harry was afraid he'd be deaf.
He didn't know what was happening but Harry caught sight of blood running down his left eye.
Many of the professors were getting the students away. Dumbledore crouched down and placed a hand on the more petite and gloved hand.
He pushed it away and out revealed two gears twisting. Students gasped and shrieked. Although they weren't afraid of Allen, more like shrieks of concern and surprise.
Blood poured down Allen's left eye. The eye itself was all black and had two vivid crimson rings.
"Neah! Neah help! Please?!" Allen cried out. No one knew who Neah was, due to Allen's secretive nature. But from those pleas, they knew he was someone important in Allen's life.
"It hurts! It hurts! They're crying! The earl!" Allen began to shout incoherently. Fear was written all over his face and there was nothing Harry could do about it.
Dumbledore moved to Allen's ear and whispered something, Harry couldn't quite pick up.
"Th…n…av…em…"
Allen nodded as the shouts stopped. It was like something clicked in his mind. Although the flow of the blood did not stop, Allen got up slowly. He turned to face the wall, and in a flash of white light he crashed through the window. Many students went to see but they were stopped by the professor's.
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"Then save them…" Dumbledore whispered. A soothing mental run to the back from Neah with the song, and Allen got a hold of himself.
Allen was afraid. He didn't want to see another akuma. For it reminded him of the horrors back then. He had lost so many comrades. He even lost his love:
Road Kamelot.
The ninth apostle of Dreams had died to save him from an incoming blast from the Millennium Earl. He could still remember her mangled form. How half of her was slowly deteriorating.
"I love you…Allen."
Were her final words. It was so similar to Mana's, and it hurt!
But when he looked at all the students crowding in concern, he made up his mind. He wasn't going to let the Earl or akuma, hurt them. He was going to protect them. He'd fight the Earl again in order to save them.
He got up, paying no heed to the pain in his head and eyes. He wobbled before running towards the window along with an activated Crown Clown, and he crashed through the window using Crown Belt.
Allen smiled. Crown Clown was still there. The same lethal claws, white protective cape and mask, were still there.
"It's nice to you again Crown Clown." He said and his innocence pulsed warmth, displaying the same emotions.
He looked ahead to see 2 level 2 akuma and 1 level three. They turned to him and their grotesque faces contorted into shock.
"IT'S AN EXORCIST!"
"BUT THE EARL SAID THEY WERE EXTINCT!"
The continued to yell before one of them grinned. It seemed to trigger the others because they did the same thing.
In an instance, Allen had cut through one. It didn't have time to react and a blast of fire erupted towards him.
Allen expertly dodged. Bringing out the annoyance in the remaining akuma.
"YOU LITTLE SHRIMP!"
A tick mark pulsed at Allen's temple. That had done it. No one was calling him that.
He rushed to them and used the second akuma to propel himself to the one who called him a 'shrimp'.
The explosion knocked him back to the other, and with a graceful backflip in the air, Allen sliced the other in half before landing onto the ground with ease.
He sighed in relief and when he turned to the window he'd broken, he was glad that no one was able to see him, for they were all brought outside the Great Hall.
When Allen stepped through the broken arched window, he had already deactivated Crown Clown.
"It seems you are back." Dumbledore said with a smile. It quickly turned into a frown as he took in the state of Allen.
His clothing and robes were torn in several places. He was bleeding in some areas and scratches littered his face, arms and legs.
Gasps erupted from some Professors, but Allen couldn't register them, as he fell to the ground. He was exhausted. It had been awhile since he'd fought Akuma. Although he did exercise every morning, he still didn't have the chance to be in combat.
Before he fell face-flat on the ground from his knees, Professor McGonagall caught him.
"I will bring to the Infirmary." She said before he carried Allen and headed out. The doors opened to the Great Hall, and students were crowding to see the state of Allen. They were all shocked again.
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Harry's eyes widened. Allen was bloody and tattered.
"Pr-professor McGonagall!" Harry called out as he rushed towards her.
"Back, Potter. Madam Pomfrey will take care of him, there is no need to worry."
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The news had shocked the professors greatly. Madam Pomfrey had reported that there was no wounds, just blood and tattered clothing.
"But that is impossible!" McGonagall exclaimed. She was right about Allen being mysterious. What was that back then?
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Dumbledore held a secret meeting with only his trusted professors. He had told them everything he knew, which wasn't much, due to the fact that Allen had been vague about the information. He left Allen's personal part out, because he didn't want to share someone's privacy.
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It had been a few days since that incident and things were starting to get back to normal. Students were treating Allen with more care, even though Allen shook it off and said to just act like normal.
Allen was sitting with Harry at the Gryffindor table. They all welcomed him with smiles and soon owls flooded through the windows. Parcels dropped to the tables in front of their targets.
DO NOT OPEN PARCEL AT THE TABLE.
it contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand,
but I don't want everybody knowing you've
got a broomstick or they'll all want one.
Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the
Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock for your
first training session.
Professor M. McGonagall
"A Nimbus 2000!" Ron cried enviously.
Allen chuckled. "Hey, Harry, can I come watch?" He asked. Harry looked at him and shrugged.
"I'm not sure, but you can just come anyway and see what happens from there." Harry answered. The other just nodded with a smile.
This was going to be fun.
Author's note: MWAHAHA 2186 words! Hope you like that and review about what you think of this chapter! Toodles~!