What's up! This is the rewrite guys. Lots of stuff stayed the same, and lots of stuff was deleted and rewritten. This is kind of my baby, so please treat it gently!

Some facts about this story you'll need to know:

-Unlike some of my other stories, this is an established slash/shounen-ai. There most likely won't be any mature scenes beyond.. just general stuff.

-Allen is a General, and I've bent the timeline to my liking. In order to save myself the hassle of being refuted by the manga later, a lot of in-between things will just be glazed over if they're mentioned at all.

-There is one OC. You'll learn all about him later, but he's mostly here because I wanted Allen to have an apprentice. I'll try and make him as likeable as possible. He'll get a decent amount of screen-time but the story is still about Allen.

-Pairings have always been up for debate, but there is definitely going to be developing Yullen.

-Takes place in the third HP book because it's the only one I have with me here at school.

That's it!
I don't own or claim to own D Gray Man or Harry Potter (or anything that sounds like it may have come from something). I wouldn't be as poor as I am if I did.

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse

-T.S. Eliot; The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Panting, lungs burning, heart pumping. He ran faster, harder than he had ever had to. Why was everyone chasing him? He didn't do anything wrong this time. He kept running. If he let himself be captured, they would be upset with him. They would hunt him for desertion. They'd probably kill him. He kept running.

A flash of purple appeared in front of him and exploded when it hit the ground. He stopped running just in time. A large, round machine hovered in front of him, canon-like devices covering its body were all aimed at him. He cringed. Never had he been in such a situation. He'd killed these ugly things before, whenever they appeared they always seemed to target him, though he didn't understand why. Never had he been trapped like this before, though. Two people were chasing him; one spoke to him politely, reminiscent to the way a butler might speak to his master, and the other had a cool, silky voice, threaded with danger but still sounding gentlemanly all the same. He trusted neither. The fact of the matter was, they both wanted him, and he couldn't allow them to take him.

And now, this demon creature was blocking his way. If he took the time to kill it, his pursuers would catch him. If he didn't, the thing would follow him and continue trying to kill him, and he would probably be caught anyways. A lose-lose situation.

The crunching of leaves alerted him to the approaching enemies. Two flashes of white appeared on either side of him. To his left, a score of bright white diamonds materialized seemingly from nowhere. To his right, strings or bandages of some sort had shot through the demon-machine and it promptly exploded. The bandage-like materials retracted and returned to their owner, a boy dressed in black, with a white hooded cloak-type thing attached at the back. He ran quickly at the previously escaping boy, taking him into the folds of his cloak, and pulled him in to the diamonds.

The boy just barely caught the golden eyed gaze of his second pursuer as a door of some sort closed behind them.

He had been captured.