Hey guys this is my first Divergent fanfiction ever! I do however have a Harry Potter and a Hunger Games/Harry Potter crossover fic, so please check those out!

Prologue

I wake to find my bedroom is pitch dark. The thick grey curtains are pulled tight over my windows refusing to light even the moonlight seep into my small square bedroom.

I can just make out the bed opposite from mine, it's empty, and I know exactly where my brother is. I quickly peel off my thick grey covers, and pad lightly over to the door.

It opens with a small creak, as I push through it to the small coat closet across the hall. The hallway is illuminated slightly by the faint moonlight coming in from the uncurtained far window. When I reach the low down closet door I knock once on the hardwood, knowing my brother will be awake.

Sure enough a raspy, "Yeah," sounds from the other side of the oak door.

"Toby? You alright?" Stupid question really, he's claustrophobic and locked in a closet he's probably far from alright.

Ever the soldier though Tobias replies with a light (if slightly forced) "Yeah I'm fine, shouldn't you be in bed though Jane we have to be up early for the choosing ceremony tomorrow,"

"I could ask you the same thing Toby, after all it is actually your choosing ceremony. I've got another three years yet" I laugh slightly as if the idea of spending three years in Abnegation without my brothers protection isn't one of the most terrifying things I can bring to mind.

"The difference is you have a perfectly good bed waiting for you, I however have locked door between me and my bed," His voice was strained, and tired like he hadn't slept for days. Maybe he hadn't "Plus I've got some thinking to do."

I snort. "What thinking? You got Abnegation and Dauntless in your aptitude test,and you certainly can't stay here."

"I can't leave you here for three years Jane, he could kill you," He sounds desperate now. Whether that's to get out of the the closet or to convince me that him staying here would be a good idea, I can't tell.

"He's not going to kill me, he'll have a heck of a lot of explaining to do if he kills me," I laugh quietly. "Just sleep Toby, you're gonna need it."

"I can't Jane, I need to get out of this flipping closet." He is beginning to show the panic that has been hidden just under the surface for so long.

"You can Toby, just relax, you've done it before-" I stop when I hear a small movement from my Fathers room. "Dads waking up, I gotta go you'll be out in a few hours Toby. I love you." I whisper through the door.

After receiving a faint, "I love you too," I pad back across our slightly dirty carpet as quietly as possible and collapse back into bed.

The next morning my Father unlocks the closet door and allows Tobias to scramble out. "Get changed Boy." He says harshly pushing him towards our bedroom. "Be quick about it,"

When my brother enters our room I get a good look at his face. He is white as a sheet, the only colour on his face are the two deep purple bags under his eyes. His face is tight and drawn, it makes me wonder if he got any sleep last night.

"Did you sleep at all last night Toby?" I whisper carefully.

"Maybe," he winces as he pulls his undershirt off, and I can see why. His entire back is littered with bruises and welts, some of which are still oozing blood from his beating the night before.

I roll my eyes. "Sit down," I order pointing to his unslept in bed. "and wait there,"

I make my way to the small mirrorless bathroom and grab a bowl full of warm water and a small grey flannel. Everything in the house is to be gray. It's like the establishers of Abnegation wanted to make everyone feel miserable, I wonder what being miserable has to do with being selfless.

When I get back to our room Tobias changed into a less bloodstained version of the Abnegation robes. He hasn't done it up all the way though. He's left the top half hanging off, knowing that I wanted to sort his back out before we left, and is sat patiently on the end of his tightly made made bed.

I sit cross legged behind him, and start work on his back. "You ready for today?" I ask him quietly knowing it is a touchy subject for the both of us. "You do know you have to go to Dauntless right?"

"Yeah I know, I'm just going to miss you." He says with a sigh twisting slightly to face me.

"Turn around," I reprimand him lightly. "I'll be fine, in three years I'll be right behind you, and then it'll be worth it.

"Yeah I guess."

The two of us fall silent until I finish cleaning his back. "Done, lets go Dad'll be waiting for us downstairs."

My brother pulls his robes up to cover the top half of his body, before spinning himself round and engulfing me in a hug. He hangs on so tight it makes me think he's under the impression he's never going to see me again.

"I'll follow you in three years Toby we'll be fine." I laugh slightly as he lets go of me and stands back.

He nods once before smirking and turning to the staircase.

An hour later I am sat among Abnegation parents and siblings watching their beloveds decide whether to stay with them or to abandon them completely. To my right is group of Amity with the exact same worries. On my left however is a white painted blank wall. They like to shove the Abnegation into a corner like a dirty secret they just can't seem to get rid of.

My brother is stood near the back of the group of 16 year olds seeing as their calling the names out in backwards Alphabetical order. He will be one of the last to decide his faction. i know where he is going anyway.

The ceremony starts with the same forced speech as it has every year before this one. The faction leader this time is a curt looking Erudite women who announces herself as Jeanine. I decide she must be relatively new. Not surprising really the Erudite rarely keep their leaders for very long.

She begins to call names out in a slow, sombre fashion and one by one the 16 year olds step out of line to sprinkle their blood onto a faction bowl.

People rarely transfer and when they do you know without having to watch where their blood goes. The most recent transfer moved from Candor to Amity and the Candor are still muttering to themselves about traitors even now.

"Tobias Eaton," My brother steps out of line slowly, and makes his way up the stage at the front. He takes the knife off Jeanine and carefully slices along his palm.

His eyes scan the bowls, settling for a little longer on the Abnegation and Dauntless ones. Brave or selflessness. Freedom or loyalty.

He moves his bloodied palm over the dauntless bowl and lets the blood drip onto the burning coals, sizzling as it lands.

The Dauntless cheer, whilst the rest of the room breaks out into mutters. No one ever transfers from Abnegation to Dauntless.

I am happy. My brother is free, and in three years I'll be right behind him.

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