I regret nothing.

So, I was just minding my own business, when this idea punched me in the face. Of course, I immediately hunted down all of the D. Gray ManxHarry Potter crossovers I could find to sate my sudden need...but I found nothing like it. And I started writing. See, not my fault.

Anywho, this is my obligatory D. Gray ManxHarry Potter crossover. (Someone had to see this coming, I mean Harry Potter is my most consistent fandom and my love of D. Gray Man is rather obvious.)

I don't own D. Gray Man or Harry Potter. If I did, Harry would be badass and gay as all hell.

Allen's experiences traveling with the circus, Mana, and Master Cross gave him the ignorant delusion that he, after thirteen years of living, has seen everything.

He's seen War and Pestilence. Sins and Virtues. Famine and Hatred. Yes, Allen has seen a lot in his meager years of living. But, he has definitely not seen it all.

As such, the young teenager was completely unprepared for what awaited him when he returned from trying to pay off his alcoholic playboy master's debts. Admittedly, the apprentice didn't think his master could have been prepared for what was awaiting him, either.

Allen, tired and sore, threw himself onto the couch of the room, ready to drift off into the numb abyss of sleep when he heard banging coming from the door.

"Cross!" he heard. "Cross, you arrogant bastard, open this door before I break it down!"

Allen whimpered, burying his face deep into the soft couch cushion. Who had his lying, two-faced master angered now?

"Cross!" the voice continued. "I'm not in the mood for your petty games right now!"

Allen resolved the stay quiet. Maybe, just maybe, if they realized that Master Cross wasn't in the apartment, they'll leave. Allen was far too tired to run away right now.

"That's it," they muttered. Allen could barely make out the sound of them backing away. When he didn't hear anything else, he let out a sigh of relief. They had left.

With the red flash of light, the door was ripped off its hinges and thrown into the room, flipping until it hit the opposite wall. Half of the door stuck out of the plaster like some sort of bizarre work of art.

Allen screamed, his high-pitched wail grabbing the attention of his attacker.

The person was hidden behind the dust kicked up by the sudden door-murder, but Allen could see as their blob like head turned towards him. Even through the dust and debris, the exorcist-in-training could see a piercing pair of green eyes analyzing him.

"Oh? Now this is something interesting," the voice, now obviously male, spoke up, taking a step forward. The dust parted around the man as he moved closer to the petrified teen.

Allen could only take a shuttering breath as the stranger approached. He really hoped the man wasn't here for a debt from Master Cross. A beat down, Allen could survive, he knew that much from the circus and the endless number of loan sharks that chased after Master Cross. That, whatever that light was, Allen was unsure he could survive that without calling upon his hideous Innocence.

"I don't know your name," the man stated with a frown once he was close enough to get a good look at the child. As the man glanced him over, the cautious teen did the same.

The man was dressed in black clothing that clung to his lean frame. Overtop, he wore a large cloak that covered his head, explaining the inhuman blob Allen had seen briefly. Even with the hood, however, Allen could see every feature of the man. It kind of defeated the purpose of the hood, in his opinion.

The man's green eyes burned as he stared Allen down and his deep red lips pulled into a sinister grin.

"Where's Cross, little one?" the man cooed. Allen flushed, his gaze flickering down as he fidgeted with the glove hiding his disfigurement. Green eyes followed his movement with interest.

"Master Cross is not here at the moment," Allen murmured. "He should be back tomorrow evening, though…"

The man hummed, canting his head at Allen's unsure tone. "Are you sure Cross hasn't just abandoned you here, little one? It's something that he would do."

Allen didn't answer.

The man's lips pulled into a wider smile, nearly splitting his face.

"How about…" the man trailed off, moving closer to the child. "I just kidnap you and see what he does, hm?"

Allen gulped, suppressing his whimper of fear with practiced ease.

The man's Cheshire grin did nothing to reassure him.

When Marian Cross returned to his room, he expected one thing. He expected his idiot apprentice to be ready with a dark scowl, a few assassination attempts, and a large stack of money.

When nothing of the sort awaited him, the red haired man was Not Happy.

After ransacking the apartment for his worthless brat, the runaway General finally found a clue to his whereabouts on the kitchen table, in the form of a letter placed in front of Cross's chair.

Marian, the letter read.

I decided that we needed some words about hiding souls of obnoxious, second-rate immortals from me. However, when I arrived at your room, I found something so much more interesting. Where did you pick up this adorable nameless child?

Anyway, I've kidnapped him and you're not getting him back. Thought I should tell you, in case you blamed that bumbling fat oaf.

Tah-tah.

P.S. I took Tim too.

P.P.S I'll be waiting for you at the usual place.

P.P.P.S The little one says that he hopes you get a paper cut from this letter. So, I did one better and cursed it to blow up.

Cross was really Not Happy.

"I'm sorry, what's your name, sir?" Allen asked, kicking his legs idly as he devoured his vanilla ice cream.

The green-eyed man next to him hummed around his cone of treacle tart ice cream, his pink tongue poking out to briefly caress the soft treat. Allen looked away with a blush.

"My name, little one, Lord Harrick Potter-Peverell. Now, tell me," Harrick pulled away from his dessert and eyed the child. "What is it that you call yourself?"

"My name is Allen Walker," Allen introduced himself, bowing his head politely.

"Oh? How amusing," Harrick commented, taking a moment taste his sweet.

Allen only hesitated for a second before speaking once again. "You said that if I came with you, you'd pay off Master's debt to the Casinova Family…" he trailed off, waiting for the older man to speak.

"That I did," Harrick confirmed. "And I will. I'm surprised that Cross decided to meddle with the Mafia though. The man usually knows better than that."

"He said that he was bored," the apprentice to the devil muttered.

Harrick chuckled. "That sounds like Cross. A man after my own heart," he sighed, his unworldly eyes distant.

"…is that letter really going to blow up in Master Cross's face?" Allen asked.

Harrick cackled in response.

Yeah, that's about it.

So, Harrick is my version of Harry's full name. I've seen Harrison and March Hare and Hadrian and Harold, so mine is Harrick. It means war ruler, which is pretty damn awesome.

Now, this is the first notice...THE PAIRING WITH BE CROSSxHARRICK. Right now, it's just flirting and that's probably as far as I will go. BUT THIS IS SLASH. I'm not sure what Allen will be. He might be heterosexual, he might be homosexual, hell, I might make him asexual for shits and giggles.

Also, currently, I have a strong opinion on names, especially with how names are so important in Harry Potter. I mean, if someone changed their name, would things like the Point Me spell and the Hogwarts registration identify them as their original name or their new name? So, to me, there's a certain 'magic' to the name given to someone by their parents/at their birth. (This idea is solidified by Voldemort's decision to make his evil name just a scrambled version of his original name. I mean, he knows a lot about magic by now.) But, since Allen was abandon and probably disowned because of his arm, he has no 'original name'. He has ways he identified himself, like Demon Child, Red, and Allen. But, for a being like Harry, this waif is nameless. (Kinda like my thing in Keep Walking, with how Neah refuses to call Allen anything other than 'nephew' because of how Allen doesn't truly have one name for himself.)

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed this first, short, chapter! Till next time~