I'M NOT HAVING ENOUGH OF ALLEN- basically the reason why im starting this fanfic. Though, I would like to know if anyone would want to read this at all. Because, depending on the reviews, I might or might not continue this fanfic, so please use just a few seconds of your life to review! This is the first and hopefully not the last fanfic I've written and hope that you guys will enjoy it :)

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~Chapter 1 - The Intruder~

The shattering of the window resonated throughout the great hall. From above, a white figure fell, interrupting Dumbledore's speech. An uproar ensues as the the figure landed head-first in front of three students, crashing onto the Gryffindor's table, leaving them gaping in its wake . Students settled in the Gryffindor's table fell back, startled. As the students from other houses crowd around their table throwing a mixture of curious and wary glance. The ones at the back resorted to climbing onto the table and bench, in the hope of getting a clearer view of the intruder. Though, their effort were almost for naught if not for the smoke that had engulfed the intruder due to its fall.

"Bloody Hell!" exclaimed Ron, as he recovers from his shock. "What was that?"

Not a second, after those words left his mouth, came a sword, the length of a third of a human flying in his direction, landing in front of his best friend, Harry Potter.

"HARRY!" cried Ron and Hermione, bearing the looks of worried and concern.

'Was that an attack from the Death Eaters?' thought Harry. 'It can't be, Death Eaters are unable to enter Hogwarts...!' thought Harry intently, drowning the screams that seems to increase in volume as the smoke dissipated, revealing the intruder. However, his thought eventually came to a halt as Dumbledore bellowed the word SILENCE.

"Prefects, lead you houses back to their dormitories immediately!" continued Dumbledore, as the hall fell silent.

Hermione was the first to regain her senses as she stood up and rallying the first years to follow her lead as Ron tried to keep them from straying.

"Harry, com'on," called out Ron as he gestured for him to follow the crowd.

"You go ahead, I'll stay here."

"But Dumbl-" Ron was pushed out of sight by the crowd of moving students before.

Harry turned to the figure that layed before him. The smoke had dissipated revealing something shiny, somthing silver. Hair almost as white as snow reached it's shoulders. Holes where the eyes should be were black and hollow. The mask was silvery gray with intricate design that represents those of a clown. Much bruises and blood covered the bottom half of the face. Its cloak however was pure white, not a drop of blood nor dirt could be seen.

Harry reached for the mask of the white creature in which he had named sub-consciously. His heart thumping against his chest wildly, afraid that he might awaken it.

"Harry, get away from it!" Hagrid bellowed.

Hagrid's voice seemed to have woken the white creature. It's head jerked up, standing up in the next instance like an alerted animal .It grabbed the unspeakably huge sword by its side positioning it like an assassin's short blade. It's face remained surprisingly calm but threatening. Harry's, however was not. Stepping backwards with his hands in his pocket where his wand was, he was petrified, feeling that a single movement could risk his head rolling off to the ground. And of course, he did not want to be the second nearly headless nic though he would be named headless potter instead.

Most of of the students had left the hall by now. Sound of shuffling feet seemed to have died down. The creature, still staring deep into harry's eyes though he isn't sure if the creature was actually staring, with the lack of eyes. Harry's hand was still in his pocket, gripping his wand so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

The teachers surrounded the white creature in a circle had their wands out but the creature did not seem to falter.

"Stay very still Potter" cautioned Professor Mc Gonagall.

Of course, Harry did not need her warning. The creature was intimidating enough with it's glare, let alone a huge sword. That was enough to keep him still. He dared not even move a muscle. Silence filled the room as the last of the students left the hall.

After what seemed like hours, the white creature visibly relaxed. With one swing, it aimed it's sword towards the right side of his body.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" exclaimed Hagrid.

With one swift turn, the white creature leaped into the air and land back down on Hagrid. At the speed he was going, it seemed possible that the creature could fall Hagrid. However, it landed on Hagrid shoulders, only causing him to be pushed back a few- alright truth be told, many steps, many loud echoing steps.

"Hagrid!" Shouted Harry and the teachers, rushing to his aid.

"I'm alright! I'm alright!"

The white creature snarled angrily as if it was trying to break free. Looking down, Harry realizes why. He noticed that Hagrid's huge hands clasped at the creature's waist, locking his leg in between their chests.

Light blinded their eyes as the sword reflected the lights on the side of the hall. The sword was brought down upon Hagrid. Snape and Dumbledore, unaffected by the light cast a stunning spell towards the white creature. The creature froze midway.

"No!" Hagrid cried out.

"Stupefy!"

A push from its leg released himself from it's grips. This time, Hagrid fell backwards. It spun mid-air towards the castors. A jet of red light hit the white creature in the middle of its chest. It flew backwards into the wall. Debris fell all over as he slid to the ground.

"Thanks Harry" Dumbledore smiled.

"You're... welcome, sir."

Familiar though hurried footsteps came running towards them.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted.

Harry turned to her and saw Ron and Ginny following behind.

"Alright there, Harry?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks"

"Harry, who is that?" Ginny asked as she pointed behind Harry.

He now remembered that the creature was still there and quickly turned, baffled for what he saw. The same white haired creature sat there without its cloak but instead, a formal white-collar shirt stained with blood and dirt accompanied by a black velvet vest and a red bow tie. It wore a long and tattered black pants and tall black boots that stopped right below its knee. Observing further, limbs and facial features that a normal human should have, he had them all. Almost regretting what he had done, he ran forward and knelt down before the human startling the teachers who were walking towards the same direction.

Now that Harry was closer to the human, he realized that he was just a boy around his own age. The boy had however, a red scar the shape of a pentacle above his left eye and a line crossing down his eyes towards his cheek. The boy was breathing heavily as though in pain. Though, he should have been unconscious from the stunning spell.

Without hesitation, Harry placed his hand on the boy's right shoulder and asked if he was all right. The boy winced in pain, now breathing harder than usual. Harry lifted his hand almost immediately. Slowly, the boy looked up at Harry wearily. Eyelids opened to reveal a pair of silvery gray eyes staring back at him.

"Le-Lena lee...?" The boy's voice was weak and hoarse.

"Sorry, I'm not the one you are looking for. I'm Harry, what is your name?" Harry asked.

"A-Allen, Allen walker..." replied Allen.

"Wh-"

"Alright now, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny, why don't you four head off to bed" The question had obviously meant as a statement. Harry however, wanted to stay and help this poor boy. He felt sorry for hurting this boy.

As if Dumbledore knew what Harry was thinking, he told Harry, "Not now, Harry"

Harry decided that it was best not to argue with Dumbledore that with all the teachers here. He turned and walked towards the door along with his friends as they voiced their concerns and worry for him. Professor Slughorn somehow seem to think that now was a good chance and dashed along to Harry again with his invitation to his party. Dumbledore ordered the return of the teachers to their offices, leaving Mc Gonagall and Hagrid by his side.

"Hagrid, will you help me carry this boy back to my office?" Dumbledore asked. " I'm quite too old to it by myself." Hagrid just nodded.

"Your office?!" exclaimed Mc Gonagall. " We should hand him over to the ministry of magic!"

"He is just but a boy, Professor, not older than Harry I'm sure."

"A boy who almost had your head!" snapped Mc Gonagall. "And wouldn't it be better for Madam Pomfrey to tend to him?"

"We wouldn't want to crowd the hospital with curious students now, would we? "

"He's really light" interrupted Hagrid who was carrying the unconscious boy bridal style.

Mc Gonagall shot him a weird looked as if trying to stop oneself from telling him the huge difference between him and the boy. "I have nothing more to say, good night." She strode out of the hall, keeping her steps calm while her insides raged at Dumbledore for taking this matter lightly.

"She's furious, isn't she?" Hagrid asked.

"I supposed she is" Dumbledore chuckled.