A/N: As you can see, I've changed the title because it was rather pathetic. However, the story is the same, only the title and summery changed.

Disclaimer: I do not own or Harry Potter.

In the Black Orders new headquarters:

Allen shook his head slightly as he felt the burning glares at the back of his heed. No matter how much he said it did not bother him it did. The people, who were supposed to be his friends, were easily manipulated against him, that they betrayed his own trust in them.

Weary whispers and mumbled rumors spread the halls of HQ all debating how dangerous the General Allen Walker was. His innocence was powerful; somehow, it had survived the stark terror of being crushed into millions of miniscule pieces of dust, and saved his life by repairing a small hole in his heart. While it was a break through to the war they were currently, fighting it made him more of a threat to central.

Well now boy, a new voice broke through his disjointed thoughts, Didn't you know that it wouldn't be that easy? You're strange, a monster, no one would really care about you. You're simply a passing interest to them; once they are satisfied, they will forget you.

No. Allen replied, I won't believe that they don't care for me. I will keep fighting you, 14th and the Earl. You will not win.

His words died down sounding as if they were more to convince himself then a challenge.

We shall see boy. The voice faded.

" Allen!" an excited voice called as the speaker sped down the hall, so fast the figure was just a blur, almost crashing into Allen. "I- I have good news…"

The speaker was a boy about the age of his late twenties, with a decent face framed by flaming red hair tied back by a headband. He wore the standard uniform of the black boots, black pants, and the black jacket.

The black jacket was different then the other clothing.

Bordering around the entire jacket was a silvery band about an inch and a half and one the left side of his jacket was an orient silver cross shot through with red lines. Down the front of the jacket were decorative pure silver buttons, on back of every button there was the exorcist name it belonged to.

"Komui wants to see us." Lavi yelled. A huge grin split his face as he grabbed his friends arm and began to drag him to the meeting room.

Allen suppressed a groan at the white coated figure standing next to a small robot, smiling in glee as Allen entered the room.

"Allen-kun, there is a new assignment for you! Just wait until the others arrive and I'll brief you one the details."

"…" Allen didn't reply, instead he just sat down on the red couch in the center of the room. Staring at the mountainous piles of unfinished paperwork that were scattered around the room and all over the floor.

"Allen your coming too?" the new voice belonged to a 16 year old girl, with black hair with a greenish tint. "Brother, what is the mission any way?"

"Oh-oh," he stammered in excitement, "You are going undercover as students in a rather… Special school."

Allen and Lenalee exchanged suspicious glances, what could the nutcase mean by a special school.

"What do you mean?" the growling voice belonged to a tall teenager with long black hair and girlish face.

"Ooh, Yuu-kun made it here, finally." Lavi cackled. Tactfully ducking out of the way of a silver steel blade, which was aimed directly at his neck, he continued "But Yuu-kun does have a point, just what is a special school."

Komui laughed lightly, "Oh no you have to wait to find out, or else it wouldn't be as interesting." He paused, "Well, I suppose I can tell you the name of the school is Hogwarts."