Hi! I'm not dead! And yes, I know, I probably shouldn't be writing anything new but I can't help where and when the inspiration bug bites. Just a warning but some of these lines will be directly quoted from the book, these lines will be in bold and italicized. Oh, and before I begin...

Disclaimer: I own neither D. Gray Man or Harry Potter. They belong to Katsura Hoshino and J.K. Rowling respectively.

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The students of Hogwarts were just finishing up the last vestiges of their first meal of the school year when their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, deemed it time to stand. The buzz of chatter filling the hall ceased almost at once, so that only the howling wind and pounding rain could be heard. (The weather had decided to be particularly temperamental that night.)

"So!" said Dumbedore, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered," ("Hmph! said Hermione) "I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices.

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle this year has been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, anybody would like to check it."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He continued, "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

"What" Harry gasped. He looked around at Fred and George, his fellow members of the Quidditch team. They were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, apparently too appalled to speak. Dumbledore went on, "This is due to an even that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of teachers' time and energy – but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts," (A/N: I am skipping Moody's entrance scene. Let's all pretend that he was already seated at the table and had made his grand entrance during the meal itself. "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year. (A/N: Skippity skippity, okay let's pick it up again!)

"The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection on the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

"I'm going for it!" Fred Weasley hissed down the table, his face lit with enthusiasm at the prospect of such glory and riches. He was not the only person who seemed to be visualizing himself as the Hogwarts champion. At every House table, Harry could see people either gazing raptly at Dumbledore, or else whispering fervently to their neighbors. But then Dumbledore spoke again, and the Hall quieted once more.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," he said, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age – that is to say, seventeen years or older – will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This" – Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious – "is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." His light blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over Fred's and George's mutinous faces. "I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen.

"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected." (A/N: And here is where things get different.)

"But," Dumbledore interjected into the excited and anticipatory chatter that had begun when he stopped for breath, "that is not all that I have to announce. This year, for the first time since our beloved school was founded," here he paused for dramatic emphasis, "Hogwarts will be hosting a transfer student. Please welcome Mr. Allen Walker!" the hall was silent as, for the third time that night, the large doors leading to the Great Hall opened. All eyes were on the small white-haired figure as he quickly made his way to the front of the Hall. Students from all four houses were taken aback by the new student's odd appearance. Eyes of an ethereal silver-blue peered out from a determined face marred by a jagged red scar trailing down the left side even as chin-length white hair swayed with each step that the figure took. By the time that he came to reach the Headmaster's side every eye was on him.

"Mr. Walker," Dumbledore began, "has recently returned to his homeland of England after spending three years in the Americas and was sorted when he came to meet with me during the summer." A bright smile lit up the elderly man's wrinkled face. "The hat spent quite a bit of time delegating but it has since been determined that Mr. Walker will be residing with the fourth-year Gryfindors. Now then, chop chop and to bed with all of you! I will see you all in the morning."

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Allen did not pay much attention to the speech that the man, he refused to call him elderly as his years were nothing when compared with Allen's, next to him gave, choosing instead to watch the actions of the students that he would be spending at least the next year with.

It had been many long years since the exorcists had won their battle with the Earl and Allen had left to wander the world with only his trusty golem by his side, unable to bear the surroundings that reminded him of all that he had lost. Lavi, Lenalee, Komui, and his other friends, Allen had left with a note, informing him that while he was leaving it didn't mean that they were forgotten. None of them were ever seen with Allen Walker again, although it was reported that all were smiling on their deathbeds, clutching a beautiful white flower to their chests.

It was during his wanderings that Allen had discovered the effects that being a Noah had left on him. As the world around him changed and aged Allen remained the same, forced to move from place to place in order to protect his existence. It was a lonely life to live and Allen was in one of his moods when he accidentally stumbled upon London's hidden Wizarding World. After secretly purchasing a coreless birch wand through which he could channel his Innocence, Allen had spent his time visiting most of the known foreign magical societies. Not until he was back in England did he decide to give wizarding school a try and, after reading just about every book he could get his hands on, stood in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hoping to shuck off his loneliness for just a little while and once again give living a chance.