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Chapter One:

Lukas Bondevik/Norway:

My black robe bellowed behind me as we sauntered onto the Hogwarts Express. Arthur's footsteps matched identically to my own, our faces set in stone. At least mine was. I could feel, rather than see, Arthur tensing his shoulders in anxiety. I let myself inwardly snicker. Some things may never change. The compartments we passed grew suspiciously silent as we went along. Beady eyes followed our every movement. Arthur scoffed beside me. So he noticed it too. We headed to the back. Ever since our little accident when we were first years, no one has dared sit there. I seated myself opposite of him. Arthur gazed intently out the window, looking out upon the mass of people.

"Looking for your boy toy?" Arthur's eyes narrowed with my jest.

"None of your business Lukas," his voice was surprisingly cold.

I wasn't going to press the matter. Arthur's jaw tightened, drawing my attention to the quickly dispersing crowd. The BTT (bad touch trio) could see seen surrounding a distressed third year Hufflepuff and Jones desperately trying to stop her older brother from tearing off their heads. Either Arthur was upset that Bonnefoy had sunk to his low once more, or that his little American was attempting suicide … again. Wasn't he the "Hero" of this school? Oh well, maybe he's actually thinking straight for once and trying to preserve the peace. But knowing him, that's just as likely as Lovino giving a strip tease and lap dance voluntarily in the Great Hall during supper. The train whistle blew a second time for a warning, letting the group of delinquents on board.

"I wonder," Arthur pondered. "How much money did the Jones family bribe the conductor in order to delay the departure time?"

It was a rhetorical question so I remained silent. None of my answers would have satisfied him anyways. It was common knowledge that the Jones family was taught to do anything to get what they want, including their bodies. Alfred did not sport the Sytherin uniform but both of his parents had. He has to have that same mind set somewhere. I don't see the Jones family keeping an air-headed heir just for appearances sake. Not that there was much to protect considering the articles in the Daily Prophet. I believe it would be fairly obvious to anyone what Jones did … or rather what his mother did.


Matthew Williams/Canada:

"Mom …" I whined as she showered me with hugs and kisses. "This is embarrassing!"

"But Sweetheart," she reasoned. "You're just so adorable." Her arms crushed my body into one of her bear hugs. "How can I resist your cuteness?" I sighed. This is one of the times that I'd prefer to be invisible. The summer had been unbearable. Alfred insisted on staying at the Kirkland residence for more than half of it. Without him at home, I had been unable to disappear like I have always done. Mrs. Jones was nice and all, but the attention was suffocating. I doubt Alfred had a good time either, no matter what he says. When he came home he had deep bags under his eyes and walked like he was bruised all over. He just collapsed on the couch. Even when I waved a hamburger under his nose, he was still unresponsive. Even the stupidest person could tell something was wrong. I'll confront Arthur in the Ravenclaw dorm when we get back. I may be a year younger than him, but I got the Headmaster to allow me a time turner so I could have a bit of an academic challenge and take some of the same classes that Arthur did. That, and the fact that even I am getting higher test scores than he is, makes me important. It makes me seen.

"Sup little bro!" An obnoxiously loud voice boomed through the station. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"Yes Alfred?" I respond. The faster I answer the faster this is over with.

He slung a casual arm over my shoulder. "I just wanted to make sure my little brother doesn't get forgotten again." His mouth lifted in one of those goofy smiles.

"One," I start. "That was mostly your fault. Two, I am not your little brother so stop calling me that. And three, I am quite capable walking four meters by myself so get off me."

Alfred's eyes clouded over and for a moment I'd thought I had actually dampened his spirits. But after a second or two he gave a small smile and an awkward pat on the shoulder and watched me intently as I stepped onto the train. I knew I shouldn't have been that harsh but my pent up frustrations were eating me from the inside out. It wasn't that he left me to be fawned over by his crazy mother. It was something else. Something no one would believe if I told them.

A series of reoccurring events that have eaten away all my naïve-ness and anti-violence nature exposing the monster that lurks beneath.


Eva Vogel/Liechtenstein:

"Manon?" I call frantically. "Manon, where did you go?" My voice became more and more hysterical. "Manon!" The Belgian girl was nowhere in sight and neither was my big brother. I slump my shoulders and stared down at my feet. If I stay in one place, they'll find me eventually.

"Want company?" I looked up, only to be face to face with one of the Sytherin prefects. The albino cocked his head. "You're pretty cute for a Hufflepuff. Where'd your friends run off to?"

It was an honest question but it hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will away the tears that were about to fall. I could hear two more people approach and question about me. The train blew its whistle and the remaining Hogwarts students hurried on inside. The familiar voice of my brother reached my ears. My head snapped up. The world around me slowed. There was nothing except the two of us. But the world came rushing back for his attention wasn't directed at me. His mouth spewed venom as he advanced on the trio standing around me. Another Gryffindor intercepted his path and was attempting to keep the peace. My head spun. Sounds blended together until all I heard was chaos. My hands clawed at my ears fanatically. I need to get out of here; I need to escape. Pushing past the small crowd of people, I dashed into the train as the warning whistle blew. Students from the compartments I passed glanced at me worriedly but I paid them no mind. Finally, I reached one with only one person inside. He was a fifth year Ravenclaw from what I could gather, two years older than me, but at least I'd be safe … for now.

"Is anyone sitting here," I ask the boy timidly.

He turned, his eyes staring through me, like I wasn't there at all. "If you can see me, you would have been able to see anyone else if they were here."

Taking that as a "no" I cautiously moved into the car.

"You," he started. "If I'm not mistaken, are a third year Hufflepuff, correct?"

"Yes," I answer. "My name is Eva Vogel."

"Williams. Matthew Williams."


The train rushed along its tracks. Inside, anxious first years sat nervously awaiting their sorting, going where they have never before. The second and third years talked amongst themselves, looking forward to a new year ahead of them; while the others didn't bother with conversation or hold excitement for the upcoming year. They had taken this trip many times and had long since lost the magical wonder of Hogwarts; all except for a select few of course. Soon it had arrived at their destination; the first years took the boats while the other students sat on their carriages. The Headmaster looked out upon them from his window. A steady breeze blew into his trailing beard. Nothing could stop the dread brewing inside him, not even the gentle aroma hovering over a warm cup of earl grey tea.


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