Harry Potter (5th year, I guess) and D.Gray-man cross...

I DO NOT OWN!! (obviously...)

Enjoy...

Slytherin was in the lead with Gryffindor down 20 points. The-Boy-Who-Lived, the infamous Harry Potter, scanned the skies in search of the key to their victory, the golden snitch. The crowd was cheering piercingly and as he glanced down, he saw the waves of red and green. He chuckled. It looked oddly like Christmas, though far from it obviously.

Suddenly, as if calling for his distraction, a glint reflected the light that shown from the afternoon sun. It sped past his ear, aiming towards the castle.

Harry sped after it and the crowd cheered louder. He felt Malfoy behind him and flew faster. Soon enough, he was closing in on the golden object. He reached his arm and attempted a grab.

It skidded to the right.

He tried again.

It went to the left.

Soon, he was swinging his arms in a desperate attempt to capture the darn thing. It was odd; usually it wasn't so smart or stealthy. This one seemed to know what it was doing.

Harry, and now Malfoy who had caught up with the now frustrated teen, continued to swipe at the little bugger. It seemed to be getting nervous with four arms grabbing at it and began to stop, then speed up, then make a sharp turn to the left, then the right, up, down; the two boys were getting tired.

The crowds, at this point, were simply watching the spectacle with pure amusement. The two fifth years looked positively hilarious to them as they followed the same pattern as the little object; up, down, left, right.

Finally, the green-eyed boy decided to start thinking. What was up with this thing? It was way smarter than any other snitch he'd had. In fact, he'd never thought of a snitch as smart, only sly and quick. Maybe someone had placed a spell on it.

He reached his right arm out again, in what by now seemed like a fruitless effort, and managed to graze the object.

It hissed.

Harry looked at Malfoy. His face, like Harry's, was taken aback. This confirmed that he hadn't imagined it. It had hissed at them. Hissed.

Finally, the little creature seemed to be getting weary and Harry managed to grasp it. HE let out an exhausted sigh and then plastered the winning smile on his face.

The crowd noticed as Harry grinned and held up his hand, wings flapping frantically between his fingers. They shouted and cheered. The green-eyed boy looked over at Malfoy, expecting an infuriated look on his smug face. However, it seemed to reflect his own: exhaustion and relief.

As the two began to saunter down, one to his cheering team, the other to his anger-management-needed team, Harry looked down at the object in his hand. It began to twitch violently. Then, it did something rather unexpected.

It bit him.

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"I'm going to spell this out for you, old man. Tell us where it is."

Dumbledore looked up at the kid once more, and then glanced down at the sword now angled at his throat. "As I have said before," he said passively, "I have no idea what you are talking about. There is no such thing here." He watched the Asian boy tense. The younger boy behind him moved and pulled the taller one's hair.

"That's enough, he doesn't know!"

"H-how dare you yank my hair! And besides, how do you know he's not lying!"

"…I don't, but he really seems to be telling the truth. Besides, he kind of reminds of Yeeger…" The younger boy grew silent as he mentioned the name.

"Moyashi, this is not Yeeger."

"I know that, Bakanda! I'm just saying that he kind of reminds me of him!"

"Che, whatever." He turned back to Dumbledore. "Tell us where the Innocence is."

"It is all around you." He said with a smile. The two teens could have sworn they saw a slight twinkle in his eye.

"That is not what we mean and you know it."

"Why do you assume that I would know what this 'Innocence' is?"

"Because we know it's here."

"Where?"

"We don't know. Why else would we ask you?"

"Oh, yes, of course. By the way, what are you two called by?"

"Why should we--" but he stopped abruptly as the younger boy grabbed his ponytail and tugged it harshly once more.

"I'm Allen Walker, and this is Bakanda."

"Damnit, Moyashi, if you do that one more time—Wait, my name is not Bakanda, it's Yu Kanda!"

"Ah." The Head Master said, apparently used to the two bickering fellows. "Well, Mr. Walker, and Mr. Kanda, since you seem to be at a loss as to where this 'Innocence' is, why not stay here until you locate it?"

"What? Really? But isn't this a school?" Allen began asking, but with much excitement.

Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, but we're not opposed to visitors. Besides, I believe we have some rather interesting things to tell one another, no?"

Allen smiled. Kanda eyed the man suspiciously. Was this old man really as innocent as he seemed?

"You do know what kind of school this is, correct?"

Allen's eyes brightened. "Yeah! They said it was a school for magic! Like pulling rabbits out of hats and cutting people in half!"

Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckle again, "Something to that effect, I suppose." He looked up at the clock that hung in the corridor, where the two boys had cornered him. "Oh my, that late already? The Quittage match must be over by now."

"Quittage?"

"Oh, one of our…magical sports."

"Oh…" Allen said as he thought of what magical sport could involve rabbits and doves. Maybe it was a game of who could cut a human being in half the quickest?

As they followed the Head Master down the hall, Allen began looking around. He then walked next to Kanda and whispered in his ear. "Hey, Kanda, have you seen Timcanpy?"

"No. But you better find him before a cat eats him...again."

"Silly Kanda, this school's filled with rabbits and doves; they can't have cats. Cat's eat rabbits and doves!"

"Che, whatever Moyashi."

It took Albus Dumbledore quite a bit of effort to keep from laughing. Really, the boy with the odd scar on his face was growing on him.

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Harry yelled and swung his arm around as he tried to shake off the object that was now gnawing at his fingers. His two friends came running down, along with a very large, gruff looking one, and came to his aid.

"GetitoffgetitoffGETITOFF!" he yelled.

"Harry, hold still!" his bushy haired friend Hermione yelled. She grabbed his hand and looked at the creature. Her eyes widened. "What the-"

Suddenly, the creature froze. It then began to vibrate and let go of the boy as it flew off toward the castle. Everyone stared after it in a mixture of awe and confusion.

"Bloody hell." Ron said, breaking the silence. "Blimey, Harry, what was that thing?"

"Ow," he said, cupping his now swollen hand, "Like I know."

"Well, whatever it was, it wasn't the snitch." Hermione said.

The Quittage players all looked at each other. There was another moment of stillness before they all went racing to their brooms, Harry included. Hermione sighed, Ron cheered, and Hagrid laughed as the three walked back to the stands. Some things would never change.

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"Would either of you care for a lemon drop?"

"No."

"Sure!"

"Che."

You know, I might just try to end every chapter with "Che"

Anyways, this was only gonna be a oneshot, but...well, I guess it's not, is it? Heh heh...Hope you liked it!

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