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The Depths We Will Go To
Part 1: Harry Potter Had it Easy
Chapter 1: Boats, Hats and Fan-envy
Fandom: D. Gray-man x Harry Potter
Characters: Kanda, Allen, Albus, Scorpius, James, mentions of others
Summary: Kanda and Allen in Hogwarts robes. You know you're curious.
Warning: Violence, language, shonen ai
Rating: T
Written by: Azhwi and Lost to the Hoping

Please enjoy the product of our overactive imaginations! Kukuku~

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Mission: Infiltration of Hogwarts
Purpose: Locate and acquire Innocence
Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Active agents: Yuu Kanda, Allen Walker
Supporting agents: Headmistress Minerva McGonagall

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A pale green light shown in the darkness of the closet, pale eyes narrowed on cupped hands. A thin trail of sweat slid down a pale cheek, dripped from the chin. Stained the robes.

Just a little more...

Footsteps. The light went out, and the footsteps passed.

Too risky. It was time to return to bed.

xXx

It was late Summer, Fall on the horizon and just barely starting to tint the colors of the trees, when a pair arrived in front of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One was very pale in coloring, the other dark. One smiling faintly, the other looking like he could be doing anything at all in the world other than this, and he'd be happy.

"It's not so bad," the slightly shorter male murmured as they stopped before the gates. "Right?"

The black-haired male scowled and clamped a hand down on the pommel of his katana as yet another small child jostled him. "Moyashi, the only thing that is 'not so bad' is that we didn't have to share a compartment with these brats."

Several of the brats looked over at that, expressions ranging from hurt to offense.

The lighter male's brow twitched. "Don't call me that," he grumbled, aware of the curious stares. "Didn't I tell you to hide that? She said they might try to take it away... hurry before an adult sees, Kanda."

"A moyashi is what you are. And why the fuck should I hide it? They are waving their wands out for all to see." Still, Kanda closed his coat over the long sheath and glared at the gawkers.

Allen heaved a sigh, making a mental note to get revenge later. When there wasn't at least half the student body watching them curiously. Mostly Kanda. He was... well, he kind of stood out. Even if he'd at least made an attempt to blend in by wearing the weirdo robes. Actually, Allen probably stood out a bit too, but it wasn't his fault...

He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say something else to Kanda, but a loud, booming voice spoke up before he could, not more than ten feet away. "Firs' years! Firs' years over 'ere! C'mon now! Firs' years! Ah, transfers too!"

Trans- oh right, us. "That's us-" He frowned when he realized that Kanda was already walking away from him, and hurried after him.

"School," the Japanese boy was muttering. They have us enrolled in a fucking school. Like we have nothing else to do but sit in a classroom filled with students. He stalked up to the group gathered around a huge bear of a man and snarled at the brats who dared look back and up at him. Kanda very quickly acquired personal space as the new years shifted two feet away from the aggravated young man.

Allen scowled at the other's back as the big man continued calling for first years obliviously through the dark. He waved a lantern above the heads of all like a beacon, yelling loud enough to make some of the people Allen knew extremely jealous.

Finally, however, the man decided that everyone had gathered that was going to and beamed down at them all. "Hullo! Well, jus' follow me t' the boats, then! This way!" he rumbled, and lead them off.

The surge of children towards the boats could be acredited to excitement, but Kanda could taste the tang of nervousness and fear. Too bad the beansprout wasn't going ahead with the sensible ones.

He levelled a glare at the other exorcist. "Get." Someone had to take the guard position and he didn't like anyone at his back.

Allen rolled his eyes. "You're so paranoid," he muttered, but walked ahead anyway. He peered around as they approached a line of boats on the edge of a lake.

"No more'n four to a boat!" the big man ahead was calling back to the students.

Allen frowned faintly when he barely cast a glance back. Don't they pay attention at all? "Hey, Kanda..."

"What?" grunted the other, black eyes scrutinizing the boats, the shore, the road behind them.

"I just..." Allen stopped to reach out and catch a younger boy as he tripped over a root in the dark. The boy mumbled a quick thanks and stumbled ahead to his friends once more, casting Allen an unreadable look. The pale youth sighed. "Nevermind, it's not important, I guess."

They climbed into the boats, though with Allen and Kanda, there was just one other child since the two of them were so much bigger than the others. And after a couple of minutes, it became very obvious that the little boy was staring at Kanda. Trying, and failing, to be subtle about it.

Their boat wasn't even halfway across the black waters before Kanda, fed up of staring at the dark shore, whipped his head around and snarled at the brat, "What?"

The little ginger boy was completely not intimidated. If anything, he seemed to fall more fully into the grips of spell-bound awe. "Is that a sword?" he whispered, eyes wide. "My uncle has a sword, but yours is cooler! It looks like one of those swords in the museum!"

Kanda barely felt the muscle under his left eye twitch. "No," he said."It's a fu-Ooof!" A sharp elbow dug into his side. The boat rocked wildly as Kanda swung an arm out in retaliation only to sweep through cool air. "What the hell was that for Moyashi?"

Allen straightened from his duck, trying very hard - and mostly successfully - not to laugh. "Watch your language. If you keep up like that, you'll get detention." He gave his partner an evil grin.

The Japanese male growled. "My manners are just fine. But I bet yours would improve after a washing." One hand was already gripping the gunwale while the other was readying to grab the smug white-haired annoyance.

Grin vanishing, the 'white-haired annoyance' in question scowled instead. "What was that, you girly-faced bastard?!" he snarled back.

The child was looking back and forth between the two of them with wide eyes, alternated with eying the sword oddly.

"'Girly'?" That was it! Kanda planted one foot in the middle of the boat and kicked out with the other. "DIE WALKER!"

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"In all my years as a teacher at this school, I have never seen such a shameful display from two young men!" the woman before them seethed. "And to think that you not only endangered your lives, you also put the life of another student in peril!"

They may or may not have heard a small voice pipe up that they didn't mind, but McGonagall was still talking so it was impossible to determine.

"I have half a mind to lock the both of you up with cleaning the main hall every day for the next month!" Allen winced and shot Kanda a veiled glare. "What do you have to say for yourselves, Mister Walker and Mister Kanda?"

Kanda's scowl didn't budge. "No blood and the brat's not wet." In other words, this was a minor display at most. If the water hadn't slowed their movements or if they had been able to activate their Innocence, the damage would have been much more satisfying. Then again, the boat would have been drifting in as splinters. No promises on the bystander either. The Science Division managed to stay in one piece. Why not a boy wizard?

Oh he's going to get us in more trouble, Allen thought, giving the woman a panicked look.

McGonagall didn't say anything for almost a minute, obviously working to keep her own temper in check. She looked up toward the other student. "Mister Weasley, you are dismissed. Please check in with Madam Pomfrey in the medical ward after dinner. You can have another student show you where."

The ginger haired child gave Kanda a sad look even as he left. McGonagall turned her attention to Allen and Kanda. "If you two cannot act in the manner that all Hogwarts students are supposed to act, I will be force to rescind the offer of assistance to the Order. As I understand, this would not be good for you two, so I suggest you behave yourselves."

When Kanda opened his mouth, Allen elbowed him as hard and subtly as he possibly could. "Yes, ma'am," he said quickly, looking properly apologetic. "We understand, and we apologize sincerely for the slip of control. If there was any damage done to the property, please send Komui a bill."

That'd serve him right for teaming me up with this jackass!

McGonagall frowned at them a moment longer before nodding. "Fortunately, there was no damage," she said slowly.

Damn, the two of them thought.

"However, I cannot let other students decide to take your example. The both of you will have cleaning duty this Saturday and Sunday in the kitchens. I will have someone instruct you further on that at the end of the week."

"Yes ma'am," Allen repeated with a guiltily downcast expression.

School and chores. Kanda wiped all expression from his face and nodded. The woman was not going to make the investigation easy. She was already taking steps to cripple their efforts, even if it was keep up appearances. Rules and regulations. They would just have to be careful not to be caught.

"Good," the woman said, relaxing. "Well then. Let's hurry to the dining hall. You'll need to be sorted."

Allen blinked. Sorted...?

Beside him, the older boy had stiffened. Komui hadn't mentioned anything about a 'sorting'. Kanda was sure of that. Was this not a coed school? Perhaps it was broken down by age? Ability? Surely not social standing...

It wasn't that the two exorcists were strangers to segregation at home. The finders stood apart from the exorcists. The Science Division stood apart from the finders and the other support groups. Was this the same thing?

As the two fighters were ushered to the long line of new and nervous students, Kanda began to scowl. The Chief probably did know and had kept this information to himself as a surprise. Fucking idiot.

Allen was thinking along the same lines (though he was a great deal more subtle about it) when he noticed who was in front of him. "Oh! Hello," he whispered, biting back a smirk.

The redhead turned and blinked. "Oh!"

Taking his place at the end of the line behind the shock of damp white hair, Kanda glanced down as Allen half-stepped to the side to include him. Not that it was necessary, he had no inclination to join the conversation. However... One quick survey of the Weasley child showed no injury.

Satisfied, Kanda went back to ignoring the students ahead of him who were staring at the sopping wet clothing of both exorcists. It was worth it. Subtly, the Japanese boy shifted his jaw. Already healed. Which was more than he could say for the shadow forming on Allen's right cheek.

Allen smiled right through the weird hat song and the explanation, and the first half of the long list of names. And then...

"Kanda, Yuu!" the headmistress called, face impassive.

"Your turn to be sorted," Allen said, biting back a smirk.

As if Moyashi knew anymore than he did about what the hell was going on. Kanda scowled as he stalked forward. Was it like Hevleska? Some sentient thing that could sense compatibilities? As far as he could tell, the brats before them knew what was going on. There were actually very few disappointed faces among the 'sorted'. So it had to be more than just random selection. Even Kanda could understand some of the nonsense it had spouted.

He looked at the hat nestled in the teacher's hands. The hat twisted up to look at him. Fuck it. He plucked it up from the professor, sat down, and dropped it on his head. The things he did for the Order.

Well? Now what?

"Now we decide which house you go into."

FUCKING HELL! That voice was in his head.

Unknown to the rest of the hall, the hat started to talk very fast as the Japanese man jerked in the chair in startlement. Its first impressions were of pain, anger, betrayal, and weapons. Specifically a sword that was on Kanda's person right now.

"There's no need to panic! This is normal. Hmm... to the wizarding world at least. But then, you're not from here at all... A Black Order? Vast endless enemies... Loss..."

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD! Kanda's hands came up to grab the floppy folds of the leather hat and he jumped to his feet. I'm going to rip you into shreds, you spying piece of shit!

"Language Mr Kanda!"

FUCK YOU! That may have been said out loud... because a familiar elbow dug into his stomach out of nowhere. "And you Moyashi!"

The hat must have sensed that its time was drawing to a close; as Kanda's arms tensed to throw it off him, it yelled out, "Gryffindor! And god help us all." That last was muttered so low, Kanda nearly missed it as he pulled the ancient thing from his head.

Baring his teeth at the multitudes of staring eyes, the Japanese man spared one furious glare at the leather in his hands before dropping it on the chair.

There was a put-upon sigh from somewhere nearby - it was impossible to tell from whom - as well as a pair of eyes following Kanda as he stalked to the Gryffindor table. And not a one of them seemed particularly perturbed by the fuming glare he gave them.

A few more students passed their turns, Hufflepuff, another Gryffindor, a Slytherin, Hufflepuff again, before the Headmistress called out, "Walker, Allen!"

Reluctantly, he walked over and sat, feeling the woman drop the hat onto his head. And he braced himself. After all, Kanda had been pissed.

"Hello there... Another one hmm?" The warm, inquisitive voice sounded and echoed inside his head.

That's unnerving. What are you? Allen thought with wide eyes that locked onto Kanda. The other male was still scowling.

"I am the Sorting Hat," it replied, as if that gave it all the authority in the world to dive through Allen's memories and thoughts. Maybe in this world it did... "As I have been for centuries... Now, you seem more agreeable than your counterpart. Shall we see where to put you? Bravery, oh yes. A large heart, fearful and strong for those under your protection. However..." If leather could shiver, then the hat had done just that. "You aren't... Oh... Slytherin!"

Allen blinked as the hat was lifted away, and he received a reluctant, scattered applause mostly originating from one particular table. The boy after him - Kanda's fanboy - looked at him with deep suspicion as he walked down the room. Several people scooted over, giving him a seat, and he glanced toward Kanda.

Well this worked out better than I thought it would. With them both in separate houses, they could probably poke around far more efficiently. At least, he hoped so.

He glanced toward the front as Weasley, Adam was sorted into Gryffindor. His brow furrowed as the boy made a bee-line for Kanda.

As far as Kanda was concerned, the whole sorting fiasco was a big hoax, probably plotted out by a leather hat that liked to nose into things it had no right to be in. Allen? In Slytherin? Him in Gryffindor for that matter?

"This is bullshit." At least this time, he swore in Japanese. And now, here was the kid, Weasley, standing right in front of him. "What?" English this time.

The boy opened his mouth to say something, but an older boy suddenly dragged him down onto the seat between he and Kanda. "Aaadaaam," he cheered, grinning.

"Oh don't bully him, Albus," a girl across the table scolded, frowning. But the dark haired boy putting the ginger one in a headlock ignored her, and her eyes narrowed. "Albus Severus, do not make me tell your father!"

Reluctantly releasing the protesting Weasley, Albus offered a sheepish shrug. "Sorry, Rose." He leaned back, peering up, and offered Kanda a bright smile as he held out his hand. "Hi! Nice to meet you! I'm Albus Potter. Yuu, right?"

That tick under Kanda's left eye grew more pronounced. He still hadn't sat down, so he had the height advantage as he stared down at the wide earnest eyes of the brat who really couldn't be blamed for what he was starting. Couldn't be. At all.

"No," he answered frostily. "My name is Kanda." The Japanese male finally sat down and ignored the outstretched hand.

Albus frowned at that, dropping his hand. "Alright, sure. I didn't mean to offend you, so sorry. Oh right, that girl in Hufflepuff- what was her name? The Asian one?"

Rose frowned at him thunderously. "Misaki," she said stiffly.

"She mentioned that the manners with names were different," Albus continued, ignoring his cousin's increasingly irritated expression. "Rose, eat your dinner."

She blinked and huffed but picked up her fork. "Is he right, Kanda?" she asked, looking at the older boy. "So we know what you'd prefer."

The tall boy in question wasn't paying attention though. The food... just appeared. Between one word and the next, the Headmistress McGonagall had summoned a feast. There was a startled shout of laughter from the Slytherin table and Kanda snorted. There would be no pulling Walker away from this place now. Free, endless food. Fuck, these wizards had it easy.

"You should try the Pumpkin juice," Albus continued, amused, even as he reached for a pitcher of pumpkin-colored liquid and poured it into his cup. He glanced at the boy between he and the new seventh year, and his brow furrowed. "Adam, are you alright?"

The little boy jolted and smiled guiltily at his older cousin. "Mmhm, yeah," he said, blushing.

On the other side of Adam, Kanda levelled a flat look on his filled glass. "Pumpkin juice," he deadpanned, frowning down at the bright cheerful orange concoction. It rippled back at him. "Why?" It wasn't very clear whether he was asking why he should try it or why it existed in the first place.

The redhead spoke up shyly. "It's delicious," he said, smiling. "It's my dad's second favorite drink in the world, though I think Butterbeer is better. Try it! You'll like it."

Rose reached across the table and set a couple of rolls onto Adam's plate. "You should be eating, not worrying about Kanda. He can decide what he wants on his own, Adam. Eat!"

Blinking for a moment in lieu of Adam's enthusiasm, Kanda lifted the cup and sniffed. Nrrrggghh. Enough sugar to kill a level two. "Is there any tea?" he asked, setting the beverage back down.

"Um, well-"

"Yep!" a third voice inserted and a boy reached over Adam and snagged a teapot that was nearly hidden amongst other things. He was tall-ish with hair just as bright orange as Adam's, and a cheerful smile plastered on his face. He set the teapot down before Kanda and grinned at him. "Yo! Hugo Weasley, third year. So you're the new seventh year! Nice to meet you!"

"Hugo, sit down somewhere!" Rose hissed, but she was waved off.

Reserving judgement for the moment, Kanda lifted the lid of the pot. It was a strange cherry blossom blend. Subtle, but clearly refined. Brows arching, the Japanese man set the porcelain back down. It would suit.

"Kanda." He nodded in greeting.

Hugo finally sat down on Kanda's other side, and pointed at a plate of sushi. "What's that? Also, there are these dumpling things on sticks at the other end of the table. Taste really good..." He shook his head. "Ahh, don't you just love it when another culture gets added to the mix?"

Adam scowled at him, but was again ignored. Rose had a bit more attention granted her, mostly because she'd hit. "Hugo, would you stop being so rude?"

"What? I just asked a question!" Hugo protested, eyes wide.

"And you're being rude about it!"

"Sushi and dango," Kanda grunted. Apparently, the Headmistress had done some homework. Or her chefs had. Whoever. Hmm... He scanned the table and quickly picked out a plate of yakisoba and oden. Mine.

Hugo, meanwhile, was eying the rest of the cafeteria. "So anyway... Albus! Did you bring it?"

"SShhhhh!" Albus looked around suspiciously to make sure no one was looking. "Yeah, you idiot. Don't talk about it here, though!"

Hugo grinned widely. "Yessir!"

Chopsticks halfway up to his mouth, Kanda glanced up sharply. He took in the excited grin on Hugo's face and the nervous look on Albus'. Kanda shook his head and went back to his food. Porn.

"What are you two up to?" Rose demanded, frowning at them.

"Ah... it's just this... uh, thing, yeah," Albus said, looking embarrassed.

"Wait, uncle George didn't catch you did he?" Hugo asked, frowning at his cousin.

Albus blinked, blue eyes widening. "What? No. Course not. C'mon, Hugo, it's me."

"So in other words, James ran interference," the Weasley muttered.

Adam sighed heavily.

Across the cafeteria, several students were watching with wide eyes as Allen inhaled food at an extraordinary rate.

One of the nearest students, a girl, wrinkled her nose. "Where did you learn your table manners? A barn?" she demanded haughtily.

"No, he must have learned it at a Weasley's," a boy across the table snickered.

This prompted a round of stifled laughter from the nearest students.

Swallowing down his third helping of roast beef, Allen looked up with a beatific expression. "At a circus actually." Before that was the streets, but that didn't count. Table manners didn't exist there, nor tables for that matter. "All the girls there were jealous of my metabolism. They had to stick to diets." He opened his eyes earnestly at the girl. "If you want, I can tell you their meal plan; it's very effective."

There was dead silence at this, and a dark scowl from the girl. "Excuse me?" she growled furiously.

Allen merely tilted his head, for the moment just considering her. She really wasn't bad: straight platinum hair, perfect complexion, large gray eyes-angry ones, but her mouth was set in a very unlady-like sneer at the moment. Completely ruined the image. BaKanda is prettier than her and he hates being taken for a girl.

Shaking his head and snickering, Allen shot her one last look. "Just offering," he said mildly, going back to his meal.

The girl growled and grabbed her plate before moving several seats to the left. Apparently the other students took this as cue to ignore that Allen even existed and went on about their dinner. A few minutes passed before the boy across from him frowned and glanced about. "Oh, that's weird..."

"Mm? What is, Greg?" another boy to his left asked.

They both paused and shot Allen surreptitious looks, and the first - Greg - shrugged. "Nothin'."

"Hey, where's Scorp-" another right beside Allen began, only to be pelted with about five rolls. "Ack!"

Blinking, Allen dropped one hand down on tumbling bread and turned a quizzical face towards the boy across from him. "Why did you do that for?" he asked, setting the roll next to the breadbasket.

The two boys across from him exchanged mischievous glances. "Just feeding the pig," Greg drawled.

"We missed," his friend replied, grinning. Then perked. "Oh! There 'e is! Oy! Scorpius!"

"Your missing friend?" Allen asked the boy who had been pelted. He received no answer, so the exorcist twisted in his seat to look himself.

The tall, pale boy was wandering boredly in their direction. He had grey eyes and white-blond hair, and a handsome face complete with haughty expression. Seemed to be the norm with Slytherins.

The boy came to a stop about two seats away from Allen, meeting his gaze calmly. "So this is him? The mud-blood that wants to pretend he's somebody."

"He's a rude pig, Scorpius," the girl from earlier simpered.

The boy gave her a cool look. "Hmph." He walked past Allen and stood over the boy sitting next to the girl. "Move."

"Ah! Yeah, Scorpius, sorry." The boy hurriedly got up and took the empty seat next to Allen.

Scorpius sat in his place and proceeded to ignore everyone as he quietly ate his dinner.

Allen's eyebrows had shot straight up into his shaggy white hair. Kind of reminds me of Kanda on a good day; caustic. Huh. "So, I've got a question," Allen chirped, as expected he was largely ignored or glared at. "Does that hat creep anyone else out? I mean, it pokes around in your head, looking at all your experiences. Feels rather dirty, don't it?"

"Hah! Shows what you know, mudblood," the girl snipped. "I'd expect nothing less from an uncultured fool!"

The boy beside her glanced at Allen, obviously fighting a smile, but didn't draw attention to himself. It was just as well, since Greg had taken it upon himself to start complaining about how the stupid school should just chuck the thing.

He said it a bit too loud, though, because several Ravenclaws from the next table over gave him furious looks. The girl from before told him to shut up, giving the other students a poorly disguised nervous look.

"So what's your name, anyway, mudblood?" the pale-haired Scorpius demanded. "I was unable to be around during the sorting, so I'm afraid I missed it."

Turning his head from his scrutiny of the girl-she can't seriously be saying she had no secrets to hide-Allen leaned forward to smile at Scorpius. "Allen Walker, and you are?" For a table that accused him of little manners, no one had done introductions.

"Scorpius Malfoy, and this is my sister, Ameli," he said, gesturing toward the girl beside him, who sniffed. "Nice to meet you, Walker."

"I'm Greg Goyle the second," the boy across offered quickly. "This is my mate Evan Crabbe, and that's Stewart." He motioned toward his friend beside him, who just waved, and the roll-boy, who ducked his head in a quick nod. "Eh, nice to meet you, yeah."

So Scorpius brings the manners to the table. Allen smiled at everyone, including Ameli. "Hello everyone. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. If you have any questions about food, I'm the guy to ask!" He meant that only half as a joke. With all the places he'd been to, he really did know cuisine.

"Yes, so it would seem," Scorpius said with a faintly disgusted glance at the stack of empty dishes near Allen. He turned his head toward the dais as the hall started to quiet. "Hm. Seems we're about to leave. Well then."

"But you hardly ate anything-" Allen protested, one lone voice in the settling silence. Oops. He cringed, feeling the glare from Kanda all the way across the hall. Smiling sheepishly, he whispered, "Sorry" to Scorpius and turned to face the front of the hall like the rest of the students. Those who weren't staring and snickering at him anyway.

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Yeah... so... there you go. Chapter one... ^^; Actually, am only posting this because ST is nearly finished (posting) and Azhwi gave me the Puppy Stare of Doom. Which is impressive, considering she lives in another country, and we weren't on Skype at the time.

Anyway! So yeah. There are a couple OCs I need to point at- Ameli Malfoy, and Adam Weasley. Both were created for our own purposes. They will BOTH have places in the plot. Don't like it? Bite me and deal.

Also. Like my beloved Co-Writer, I am posting this on my story blog, too. Well, I haven't posted for a while... Erm, right. But I'll get around to it... eventually...

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Review? Please? They FEED me. And... and... remind me to update... *ahem* Please and thank you!

Posted: 3/7/13