*UPDATE* I have updated this chapter as I have promised. I apologize for it taking too long, but it appears I have been getting more work from school than I have expected. I'll try to finish updating chapter 2 as well, but it'll probably take a very long time. Before you read, I just want to say thank you to all the people who have added this story to their favorites or have added some feedback (I would be expecting more now after the updates). I have made a few tweaks to this chapter, added some new scenes and some new dialogue as well as expanded one particular moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara and I do not own Harry Potter. They belong to their respective authors.

Humans are so fascinating.

Especially after a rather terrible incident has occurred.

A bystander may have viewed the present scene as chaotic and out of control. Just like a mechanical robot that has been corrupted by a mysterious virus designed to transform it from an average slave to a killing machine. Teenagers dressed in black cloaks were screaming and running away from blazing wreckages on the rail tracks, some clutching the arms of their friends, others just focusing on the towering castle in front of them as their legs moved swiftly. A few whipped out sticks from within their pockets and pointed it straight at the debris, muttering strange incantations as the wounded were brought out by the adults and tended to. Thunder sounded in the distance and the sky was soon dominated by a pack of dusky clouds.

Amidst all the commotion, one could spot a rather lanky teenager clothed in the same overalls standing on a battered block of stone. His appearance would struck anyone as a cunning and positive individual will sleek ebony hair, a pair of narrow auburn eyes and a somewhat pointy looking chin. Unlike the others he was not screaming or wounded. Nor was he even crying. In fact he looked fascinated and even overjoyed of the event. Clenched within his fist was a mobile phone, black with a shade of bright pink in the center to cater to his desires. Dangling from the metallic device was a chibified version of him, its smile almost as identical to his.

"Where is he?"

A blond haired teenager stood in front of him, his hands balled into fists. His hair was of a lighter tone than his, his eyes vivid and filled with rage and he had a bloody cut across his left cheek as well as a bruise on his right. His robes were smoldered with soot and grime, his trousers staining red with blood and the expression on his face clearly told the crowd that he had been through hell recently.

But Kida Masaomi had been through hell many times.

"Why how should I know Kida-kun," the black haired teenager said. "After all, I didn't even see what was going on in the train."

"What about Saki?"

He had dropped his voice to a whisper, for only they know the secret relationship between him and this girl. If it were to ever spread to public ears, then danger could soon arise.

"Last time I saw her she was eating dinner with you and Mikado," the teenager replied. "She probably got taken by those men."

Masaomi swore and rushed to another teenager he knew, one with a tan. The teenager sighed and continued browsing through the contents of his mobile phone. Little did he know that a girl was closely watching his every action along with her friends.

"Hey, why in the name of Merlin are you smiling?"

Her words pierced his body like lighting. The girl was staring into his eyes, possibly into his very own soul. She was pug-faced, with scout dark hair that made her stand out amongst the crowd of students. Her mouth was transformed into a scowl and she appeared to be having troubles with him. A typical feature of a mean-girl.

Izaya Orihara loved her on first sight.

"Hey, are you going to talk or what?" she demanded. "You're not reacting at all to the situation. You're acting like you're at party or something. Like some mudblood!"

The two friends next to her giggled as she made herself look so high and mighty of herself. Izaya had no clue to what the words Mudblood meant, but he took it as an insult. He had been used to insults these days, especially by his enemies.It's not my fault though. He always believed it that way whenever he was badmouthed. And whenever he was physically attacked.

"What's wrong?" she continued. "Scared? Or are you one of those dense people, the ones from Hufflepuff?"

"Huh, I wouldn't be surprised if he gets sorted into that house," one of her friends said.

One of her friends giggled quietly to herself. But Izaya had noticed her actions.

You know what to do, a voice said inside his head.

"Do you want to know what I would have preferred to do in a situation like this," he said calmly.

"Let me guess, is it de-gnoming?" she ridiculed and burst out laughing alongside her friends.

Izaya smiled. "No its not," he said as his eyes darted towards a familiar object clenched between her hands.

She was holding a broomstick, one that looked polished and well cared of. The tail end of it was straight and silky, unlike ordinary broomsticks which had twigs sticking out of the ends. The blackened wood was obviously cleaned the night before, as it was glistening in the vivid moonlight. It was perfect chance to get revenge and teach the girl some respect. His smile curved into a sneer and he seized his chance to snatch the broom from her right hand. Apparently his were more skillful and it slid out within an instant.

"Hey!" the girl yelled. "You give that back!"

"Well, well, well," Izaya smirked as he scanned the object. "A Nimbus two thousand and one. A rather magnificent name don't you think? I expect the father of all brooms would accept this when it enters its afterlife,"

And as a gasp of laughter escaped the corners of his mouth, he threw the broomstick to the ground where it rolled to the side before coming to a halt at his feet. Then with eyes full of insanity and glee, he proceeded to trample on it. The girls screamed as the pavement was showered with bits and pieces of the broomstick. The once glossy and expensive looking object was now a mass of splinters and wood chips and the only section of it that was intact appeared to be the tail-end. As his shoes trod on every piece of wood he could break, the silvery band connecting the tail and the stick together had now snapped in half. It somersaulted in the air at a full circle before clattering to the ground, eventually impeding at the discourteous girl's feet. Her eyes were now crammed with hatred for the wretched person who was now vandalizing the remnants of the broom.

"You bastard!" she screeched, unable to control the anger that was now overflowing within her veins. She didn't care about the students all staring at her, some with curiosity and concern, a few with looks of excitement and many with the incoming feeling of suspense. "Do you even know who that broom belongs to? Well, do you!"

"What's going on here," a sharp voice was suddenly heard. "What broomstick?"

Draco Malfoy had just finished pestering a couple of first years with his cronies, who were standing identically side to side with flecks of chocolate narrowly escaping their lips. Snide, arrogant and a pureblood, he was not a boy to be trifled with. Anything terrible occurring to him would be reported to his father who is currently a high ranking member of the ministry of magic.

His body tensed when he saw the remains of his broomstick on the ground. At first he didn't recognize the pile of wooden fragments, until he caught a glimpse of the tail.

"Merlin-pants!" he swore. "What the bloody hell happened to my Nimbus?"

The black haired girl gazed at him, tear streaks visible upon her face. "Ask him," she said, pointing to Izaya.

"You did this?" Malfoy asked averting his gaze to the newcomer.

Izaya shrugged. "Who cares? It's just a stupid broom."

"Just a stupid broom?" Malfoy sneered. "Do you know how much my father has paid to purchase it? You Japanese are going to pay for this. Just wait until I tell my father. He'll deal with you personally."

"Stop worrying. You wizards can fix it."

The pug faced girl grimaced at the remainders of the so-called Nimbus. "The broomstick is way beyond repair. We wizards can't do everything around here. Oh you've done it now you mudblood. Now good ole Lucius is going to get you into big, big trouble."

Suddenly a scrap of black cloth from her robes was torn out where it floated leisurely to the ground below. Her eyes flared with anger once she noticed the damage, but Malfoy rushed forwards and grabbed her wrists before she could afflict any physical pain to her tormentor.

"Let me at him Draco!" she shrieked "These robes cost money you know!"

"Well one missing scrap of cloth is nothing," Izaya said, hoping that his way of negotiating with her would prevent him from obtaining another enemy.

"What do you mean nothing? Just wait until I get my hands on you!"

"Pansy, that's enough," Malfoy said. "You did your best to help me. Now save your breath. I'll definitely make sure-"

"IIIIZZZZZZZAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAA!"

The Slytherins craned their neck around just in time to see a carriage being hurled in their direction. The outbreak was unbearable. Students fled in different directions, screaming and clasping the hands of their dear friends. Malfoy was shoved to the ground by his cronies who started tumbling belly-first on to his flimsy back. Izaya pushed Pansy out of the way and sidestepped to the right, the carriage missing him by an inch. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest as the colossal block of timber smashed in to smithereens, brownish wood chips flying everywhere.

"Damn you Izaya!"

Izaya turned to the source of the voice. A scruffy blond haired teenager dressed in bartender overalls and wearing sinister shades was pointing to him in a very aggressive manner. His mouth curled in a snarl and his pupils seemed to glow crimson with revulsion from behind those sunglasses. The front of his bartender jacket was covered in toothpaste, a prank in which Izaya knew about. Now he understood why the boy was pissed. For it was he who had committed the act.

"I understand how you feel Shizuo-chan," Izaya said. "Now go home and cry to mommy."

He strode leaving the bartender clutching a lamp-post in his bare hands. He pointed it at his enemy and readied himself for a throw.

Well there you have it, an updated version of chapter one. The reason why I added a new scene at the beginning was that I wanted to set up the tone of the situation and give a much more effective hint to what happened (prior to this update, readers had to read the second chapter to find out and it literary made very little sense). Masaomi Kida was also introduced as I feel he will play a big role in the upcoming events that are going to unfold later in the story. Because of the beginning I also had to change the reason why Pansy is confronting Izaya in the first place and this change may either be good or bad depending on the reader's opinion. I also expanded the scene with Malfoy as I feel it would have been more effective.

Please review this, I want to know whether I'm doing a good job or not. Man, I wish Fanfiction would develop a feature enabling you to advertise your fanfic, but I know the chances of that occurring are slim :(