Good day. WELCOME TO THE REVAMPED EDITION OF THE HEARTBROKEN LION WRITTEN BY YOURS TRULY, TIREDRAVEN! (Suppose I shouldn't wait for much applause, should I?)

Well, I'm mostly pleased with this chapter. This is basically because I've eliminated Justin and replaced him with my favorite of Wyn's friends…

And it's not Luna. (Duh, as Luna hasn't started Hogwarts yet in this chapter). AND it's not Neville. (Allow me to cry, as he is my favorite character of all time). IT IS… well, you won't have to read long to find out now, will you? Let's just say he has the greatest…

Hm… you'll just get to read the story.

Hope this is better, I'm personally much happier with Wyn in this chapter. (She's still a bit annoying, but she gets better in later chapters. I just couldn't bring myself to delete the first fifty pages… I just edited them with a fierce passion. Therefore, some of her more annoying traits are pleasant.)

FINISH READING AND REVIEW WHEN YOU'RE DONE! IF YOU HAVE ANYMORE SUGGESTIONS TELL ME, AS MY LATER CHAPTERS ARE STILL GOING THROUGH THE REVAMP.

Please and thank you, if you please. (woot…)

Oh, and, I've been talking to my lawyers again. (I really should stop doing that.) And they've informed me that I own very little in the world, as I still live with my parents. Therefore, I also fail to have the deeds to Harry Potter. I do not own it, but I wish I did. If I did, Sirius would be alive, Luna would be a more elaborated character, Harry would be very, very deaded, and Evans would still have the last name Evans. 'Cause calling her Potter just isn't as cool.

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Elwyn and Calder Adworth stood quietly at King's Cross Train Station in London, England. Elwyn's tired brown eyes were staring apprehensively at the area in between Stations 9 and 10. She knew where Platform 9 and ¾ was, but she couldn't bring herself to go.

She sighed. All she had wanted for years was to go to Hogwarts. Elwyn loved magic, and she was undoubtedly gifted with her wand. At a very young age she had shown extreme promise, and everyone had been expecting a lot out of her. She had seen Hogwarts as a way to hone her skills. Elwyn laughed quietly, remembering the day she had discovered she could make the cookies come to her, instead of perilously trying to get to them.

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"But Mummy! I want one!" a three-year-old Elwyn said.

"Honey, you can have one when your brothers comes back from Cedric's house," her mother said, looking down at her daughter.

"But I want one NOW!" Elwyn said, holding out her head and giving her mum a pathetically cute puppy-dog look.

"Not now," her mum said and sighed, ruffling her daughter's already very thick black hair. With that the case was closed, and she left the room.

Elwyn stared intently at the cookie jar. "I want one," she said, with determination in her voice. She focused hard on the cookies. Suddenly, the cookie jar flew from the shelf and landed in her hands. Startled, she had immediately dropped the cookie jar. Her mother had come in furious, but left very, very happy.

"Oh, El!" she had said, "Already, showing such strong signs! You'll be a wonderful witch!" she said delightedly, "Your father will be ecstatic!"

Elwyn eyed the cookie jar. Laughing, her mum handed her one, "Kip and Calder will be pleased that he has someone to practice with."

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Elwyn sighed and angrily wiped away a tear that was threatening of flooding out of her eyes at the thought of her brother Kip. She had wanted to go to Hogwarts, but things were different now. So very different…

Standing defiantly in the shadows of the station, she thought about going back home and forgetting Hogwarts. She thought about lying down next to her brother and letting him hold her like he always used to. She thought about how inadequately she had said goodbye, how tired he seemed even though he had hardly left his bed at all in a month. She thought about his gaunt, increasingly hollow face, and about his mouth that was always curled into his warm, familiar smile. She wondered how he could smile, knowing what he knew. She wondered, oh, did she wonder, how he could stand it when she couldn't.

She thought about everything that she wanted to tell him, all the things they used to say they would do. She thought about how much she loved him and how much she would miss him. Though her thoughts were mostly positive, they treaded into negative just as easily. She thought about how empty the house would be without him. How empty would going to school be without him there with her? How could she abandon him? How could she possibly going to school knowing that he was dying? How could she ever leave her brother? How could she give up when he never could?

She ignored the thought in her head that told her why. Always, always, she believed in the power of magic. But there was one thing that magic couldn't do… and that was save her brother.

Magic could not do the one thing she wanted most….

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"I don't want to go either, Wyn," Calder said solemnly. She looked away from her brother. He looked so much like Kip… Cal grabbed her shoulders and turned her so she was looking him in the eyes. "Wynnie…" he said softly. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying. Finally, Wyn put her head against her brother's body, listening to the beating of his heart and feeling the rise and fall of his chest. He stroked her auburn hair and wrapped his hands around her waist.

They stood there for several more minutes, holding each other. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine that she was hugging Kip…

Almost.

After they had stood there for a while, they were aware that they were supposed to be leaving. Wyn pried herself from her brother's tight grip and picked up her owl, Ickle Burstein's, cage. She grabbed the handle of her trunk and started heading towards the platform when her Mum ran into King's Cross, looking around frantically for her two children who would be going to Hogwarts this year. Her two younger brothers were in tow.

It was Radley, the baby of the family, who spotted them heading towards the platform first.

"WYNNIE!" he shrieked, racing up to her and hugging her legs. She smiled down at her brother weakly.

"Hey, Rad," she said quietly, picking up the three-year-old. Wyn looked over at her mum, who was obviously relieved that they hadn't left yet. Six-year-old Aiken was holding his mother's hand, walking over to them solemnly. He was angry with them for leaving. He had always gotten angry when Kip and Calder left, but it was worse now that they were taking Wyn. Wyn was his favorite playmate.

"El, Calder, glad we caught you before you left," she said quickly, "I have to get the boys back home and then go back to work, so this'll take only a moment," she rummaged around in the pockets of her jacket. After a moment she pulled out two rings, one with a violet stone in the center and the other with a small green one, "These are portkeys. They'll take you straight home if your brother's condition gets worse. They'll light up when it does, so you don't need to worry about not getting notice and being too late," her mum didn't even cry when she talked about her son's rapidly diminishing life anymore. It was just talk. It was going to happen. She was tired of crying about it in public, though Wyn knew she did when she was alone. They all did. They all tried to be brave, but it was a rapidly crumbling façade.

"Okay, Mum," Calder said quietly, taking the green ring and slipping it onto one of his fingers. Wyn did the same with the violet stoned ring.

"Have a good term, Calder, and do try not to get into such trouble," her mum said.

"Fred and George have other plans about that one, if I know the twins," Calder said, slipping on his mischievous grin.

Wyn's mum turned to her now. "El, have a great first term. Owl with your house and tell me about all of your friends!" she said, taking Rad out of her arms to hug her daughter.

"Mum, I'm called Wyn, not El. I haven't been El since I was five," she said to her mother after she had hugged her. Her mum chuckled, and then turned back to Calder.

"Really though, Calder, not too much trouble," she pulled him into a goodbye hug. Wyn hugged both of the boys, as did Calder.

"Goodbye, Mum!" they both called, starting towards platform 9 and ¾. Wyn still didn't want to leave, but she felt better now that she had a portkey. She would never be able to forgive herself if she wasn't there when he…

Calder told Wyn to go first, so she did, running straight into the wall and into the wizarding world. She grabbed her trunk as Calder came in behind her, and they both headed for the train.

"You can sit with me if you want," Calder said, knowing Wyn had no friends her age at Hogwarts, unlike him when he was a first year.

"It's alright, Cal. I can manage," she said. Cal smiled at her.

"I would've sat with Kip and Cedric if Angelina hadn't decided that I was worthy of her compartment," he said with a snicker, remembering the day Angelina, one of Gryffindor's chasers, had decided he was going to be her best guy friend, "And speak of the devil," he said, instantly wiping any shred of sorrow off his face. Angelina came over with Katie, a fellow chaser, in tow.

"You must be Wyn!" Angelina said, "I've heard so much about you! Calder never stops talking about you, you his favorite?"

"All of the guys are attached to the only girl," Wyn said with a laugh, dismissing her sorrow as well as Calder had.

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A few minutes later, Wyn was walking through the train, being sure to avoid running into older kids. After a few minutes she came to a compartment with three people that looked to be about her age in it.

"Hello," she said cautiously, sticking her head into the compartment. Three heads turned to look at them, two girls and a boy.

"You can sit in here," the boy said quickly. Wyn dashed into the compartment and stored her things, making sure to soothe the by now very frightened Icky. She turned to face the others in her compartment. The boy was smiling at her and motioned for her to sit next to him. She did so quietly, more quietly than she would have if she had not been so distracted by Kip.

"Name's Talon," he said, learning against the window. He had pale skin, dirty blonde hair, and some of the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen. She smiled at him.

"Wyn," she said, introducing herself to the boy.

"Good to meetcha," he said, pulling out his wand and pointing it absently at his shoes. He muttered something under his breath and the laces on his black sneakers turned from white to a shade of blue very similar to his eyes. "Mef, course, Mum told me a spell to turn everything blue."

He seemed to give up and put his wand into his back pocket again. He sighed and turned to the other girls in the compartment. "Honestly," he said, "I don't have to do all the talking, do I?" he asked. One of the girls immediately shot up and glared at him while the other just blushed and sunk farther down into her chair.

"So you all know each other?" Wyn asked. Talon nodded.

"My Mum and Mandy's Mum are best friends, and Hannah lives down the street from us. I'm a half-blood, Mandy's pure, and Hannah's Muggle-born. Interesting group to all end up at Hogwarts, methinks," he said. "Man," he added with a laugh, "I totally love the word methinks…" he drifted off and took out his wand again. He started to play with it, and she caught one of the girls rolling her eyes.

"Honestly, Talon. Must you be an idiot about everything?" she asked. Wyn snorted a bit.

"'Must you be an idiot about everything?'" he mocked, "Man, Mandy, get that stick from out of your arse. I'm going to play with my wand, and you can shove it," he said, flicking said wand towards his hair. It came out black, which, surprisingly, looked pretty good on him. Mandy rolled her eyes again.

"Your Mum is going to be so happy that you dyed your hair, Talon," she said sarcastically. Talon said nothing, but leaned into the window harder and started twirling a strand of hair in his fingers.

"Hm. I was going to change it back, but I don't think I will now," he said.

"Stop being so immature."

"Stop trying to be an adult. If I wanted to hang out with my Mum, I would bloody hang out with my Mum," he said, murder in his voice.

"Could you two cut it out for three seconds?" the last girl, whom Wyn assumed was Hannah. Both looked at Hannah blankly, then turned to each other and started arguing again. Hannah sighed and turned to Wyn.

"They really don't get on too well. Mum's have forced them on each other too much. Sorry about this. My name's Hannah Abbott, by the way," she said, her blonde pigtails distracting her with their shiny-ness.

"No problem," Wyn said, watching the gleam from her pigtails intently. Hannah looked at her oddly. They then sat in an awkward silence, which Wyn would have noticed had she not been too distracted by Hannah's shiny hair. Talon and Mandy finally stopped arguing and Talon leaned back into his seat.

"Whatever," Talon finally muttered, rummaging through his trunk and pulling out a hat. He threw it over his eyes and put his feet on Wyn's lap.

"Talon! Honestly!" Mandy said.

"Don't mind, do you?" he asked, pulling up his hat so she could see his face. She shook her head.

"Whatever. I've got four brothers, I'm used to being used as furniture," she said. Talon smiled at her.

"See," he growled at Mandy. Mandy ignored him and turned to Wyn.

"I'm Mandy," she said, sticking out her hand to Wyn. Wyn looked at her oddly and shook it.

"So I've heard," she said. The slightest scowl settled over Mandy's face, and Wyn laughed. Despite herself, Mandy started laughing with her. Wyn could tell it pained her that she agreed that she was being stuck-up.

"I'm acting like a git, aren't I?" she asked when she stopped laughing.

"Yeah," Wyn said, "You are. You're acting like a huge git. A spoiled git," she said. Mandy blushed a little.

"Sorry about that. Talon and I are just…"

"Like brother and sister," Wyn said. Mandy shook her head.

"No, not really. I get along with my brother," she said.

"It's just me that she has a problem with, really," Talon said, sitting up and taking the hat off of his eyes. Soon, much to Wyn's amazement, the four fell into a comfortable conversation. She had expected the train ride to be rather tense, but Talon and Mandy seemed to be able to push away their differences rather well. They were about halfway through the ride when Calder came into the compartment.

"Settled, Wynnie?" he asked

"Yup. I'll see you at Hogwart's," Wyn said, as her brother turned to leave.

"Mhmm, when you get sorted into Gryffindor with Fred and George's little brother, Ron."

"Don't count on it, Cal," another voice said, this one belonging to Cedric Diggory, Kip's best friend. Kip's best friend who didn't know why Kip didn't come back to Hogwart's this year…

"She'll be smart enough to avoid you guys like the plague. She'll be sorted into Hufflepuff with me," he said with a smile.

"Shut up, you two," Wyn said, thinking mostly of Hannah. She was probably dying of fright and shyness now.

"Yeah, yeah," Cal said, "Have a good time trying to beat the Gryffindor team this year," he directed that comment at Cedric.

"You just worry about your teams clear lack of a seeker," and with that both of the boys left, leaving three very nervous first years in their wake. They sat in silence for a bit.

Finally, Mandy said something. "Slytherin? Are you bloody mad?"

"Yeah, I know. But it would serve them bloody right," Wyn said, laughing.

"Who were they?" Hannah asked.

"The first one was my brother Calder. He's a fourth year Gryffindor. And the second one was Cedric Diggory, my older brother Kip's best friend. He's a third year, but Kip is a fifth year. As you could tell, Cedric is a Hufflepuff," Wyn said airily, "But let's not talk about them. Where're you guys from? Families?"

"Quick change of subject," Talon muttered to her.

She scooted closer to the door and heard Mandy, Hannah, and Talon burst into conversation. She'd better sit the family question out. Tears would betray her into telling them about Kip. Though she knew they were trustworthy, that much was obvious, she couldn't bring herself to talk to anyone about Kip. Not yet.

"… My older brother is a fourth year Ravenclaw," Mandy said nonchalantly.

"Seems like Gary," Hannah said. Wyn could feel her eyes burning with tears as she cuddled into the wall and pretended she was sleeping.

Perhaps the Kip conversation could wait for a bit longer, if only she stalled.

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That night, Wyn was in line in between Hannah and a girl named Susan. They were to be sorted soon. Wyn held out a small hope that she wouldn't be put into Gryffindor, but she knew it was pointless. Gryffindor born and bred, she was. There was no denying it anymore.

Hannah was sorted into Hufflepuff. She looked quite pleased with herself."Adworth, Elwyn," McGonagall said. Wyn approached the stool and put on the sorting hat.

"Elwyn, Elwyn. Another Adworth, I see. You're just like your brothers. Brave, daring, a bit of a troublemaker, I see. Yes, yes-"

"Erm, Gryffindor, right?" Wyn thought.

"Yes, dearie. Most definitely a-"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table, and she hopped over to her new table. Fred looked especially smug.

"I told you Wynnie would be in Gryffindor," Fred said to his friend Lee Jordan, "Pay up. The lot of you. Hufflepuff my ass! Wyn is definitely a Gryffindor!"

"Why didn't I think of that?" George said, "Betting on family, that's bloody genius!"

"I'm not your family, George," Wyn said, sitting down across from the twins.

"Sure you are!" they said in unison, Fred's head popping up from counting his money.

"Well, family," Wyn said, doing a quick spell, "Perhaps now people besides family can tell you two apart," she snickered, looking at the nametags she had magicked onto Fred and George's robes. Fred's proclaimed 'Hello, My Name is GEORGE' and George's proudly said 'Hello My Name is FRED.' They sat there for several minutes trying to change the letters or take off the tags, but nothing worked.

"Wynnie!" they said, looking up at her with big eyes, "Get it off!"

"It won't come off for another week," she whispered, her eyes gleaming. Lee and Cal were looking at her with approval.

"She'll be helping us with the Halloween prank," Lee said off-handedly to George.

Lavender Brown got sorted into Gryffindor, followed by Seamus Finnegan, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Parvati Patil, and Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. It didn't really surprise her, though. Where else would the boy who lived go? After that Dean Thomas and Ron got sorted into Gryffindor, to the surprise of no one. Fred didn't collect money. Apparently no one would bet a Weasley wouldn't be in Gryffindor.

Harry Potter sat about three seats down from her, with the other first years, the prefects, and Sir Nicholas.

"Hello, Sir Nicholas!" Wyn said, "I've heard so much about you!" Sir Nicholas perked up and he floated over to Wyn, abandoning Harry, leaving him to look onto the conversation, obviously confused.

"Why, young lady, you have good taste in ghosts! Now, which one of these goons are you related to?"

"That one," Wyn said pointing at Calder.

"Us, too!" George piped up.

"Yeah, Nick, she's-"

"An honorary-"

"Weasley!"

"Well," Sir Nicholas said, "I don't know how you became so charming! Please, join the company of Mr. Potter and myself," he held out his ghostly hand to hers, she placed her hand on top of it, and sat down next to Harry. Fred and George followed not too far behind.

"Where's our ickle Ronniekins?" George said loudly as Ron's ears turned an abnormal shade of red. Wyn snorted and looked at him, her amusement showing on her face. He turned an even deeper shade of red and practically stuck his head into his food to avoid looking at the people sitting around the table. She turned to George, her eyes laughing. George smiled at her.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"You, George Weasley, are quite cruel to Ron. Everyone knows that 'ickle' is not necessary for a pet name. I find it much more humiliating to call Cal Big Brother Cally-Wally Kinnie-Face," she said with as straight a face as she could manage. George snorted as Fred burst out laughing, running over to Lee to tell him of his great fortune of knowing how to torture Cal this year. Wyn just smiled to herself and turned back to Ron.

"Honestly, ickle Ronniekins isn't that bad, Ron," she said. He smiled at her gratefully. "I could come up with worse." She laughed out loud when his face fell.

Man oh man, was this going to be a fun group.
They chatted for a while about some of their nicknames (her personal favorites were Gred and Feorge), but the conversation eventually turned to Sir Nicholas and the other house ghosts, so Wyn started searching the Great Hall for Talon, Hannah, and Mandy. She found Talon and Hannah sitting next to each other at the Hufflepuff table, while Mandy was sitting next to a boy with light brown hair at Ravenclaw.

"I'm half-half," Seamus said, "Me Dad's a Muggle. Mom didn't tell 'im 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock."

Everyone went around telling their bloodline and when they showed signs of magic. Neville hadn't shown anything until he was eight, not like that really surprised her.

"I'm a pureblood," Wyn said, "Got two older brothers and two younger brothers, Kip, the oldest, goes to Durmstang," she fibbed easily, "Calder's over there, and the other two are six and three.

"I was three when I first showed signs of magic. I wanted a cookie and my Mum wouldn't give me one, so I brought the cookie jar to me."

"That early?" Ron and Dean asked simultaneously.

"Yeah," she said dismissively. Unfortunately, the boys didn't take the hint.

"You did?"

"That's bloody brilliant!"

"What about Wynnie is bloody brilliant?" she heard Cedric's voice say above her.

"She's a genius!" Dean said. Ron remained quiet and obviously intimidated.

"Oh, yeah," Cedric said, "She's great at magic. That's why I'm over here," he squished in next to Wyn for a moment.

"What, Cedric?"

"Are you seriously leaving me without a potions partner? I'm horrible at potions, and you made Rocktellar over the summer, that was my homework assignment! I neeeeeed you in potions! PLLLEASE! I can sneak you into the Hufflepuff common rooms twice a week so you can help me, please please please?"

"Ugh, fine, Cedric. But you could've done Rocktellar yourself. You know that Frog Legs and Bitterroot don't mix well. I wouldn't have helped you, but you were in my room. It would've exploded. Now back to your table, and tell Talon and Hannah, two of the first years, that I'll talk to them tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Yes, beloved potions partner! I bow to your godliness!" Cedric said as he bustled back to the Hufflepuff table. She looked over at Justin who gave her a thumbs up and returned to his meal.

"Bloody hell," Ron said, "You're good at potions?"

"Potions is fun!" Wyn protested.

George poked his head into the conversation, "Really?" he asked, "You're coming in more and more helpful every second, sis."

Ron noticed the nametag on his brothers' robes then. "George, why does your nametag say you're Fred?"

"Ask Wyn," George said dismissively, "The little demon that she is."

"I learned from the best," Wyn said with a wry smile. George laughed and whispered something to Fred. He nodded.

"Meet us in the common room at 10, we're going to scheme," Wyn nodded, "M'kay, see you then, Wynnie."

"So," Ron said, "the nametags?"

"They were claiming that I was an honorary Weasley. So I told them that now maybe someone other than family would be able to tell them apart, and magicked enchanted nametags with the wrong names on them. Then I put on a quick spell so they wouldn't be able to take them off for a week, useful. Especially after the twins adopt you," Ron was nodding vigorously. Percy and Hermione looked at her with interest.

"That's quite advanced for a first year," Percy said. Wyn shrugged. "What did Cedric want with you?"

"He wanted to know if I would help him with potions twice a week," Wyn said without much care.

"Really? Why?"

"I made a Rocktellar potion over the summer, it was his homework and he was doing it wrong,"

"Remarkable magic, really, quite remarkable," Percy muttered. Hermione was shooting daggers at her. She had apparently been impressing Percy until Wyn had intervened.

"Yeah, I guess. But I'm just little Wynnie," Fred and George looked up simultaneously.

"Percy!"

"Stop picking-"

"On poor-"

"Little Wynnie!"

Percy laughed at that. It was strange, seeing Percy laugh. She had practically lived at the Weasley's house this summer, she didn't want to go home where Kip was on his death bed, and she had never once seen Percy laugh.

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And so started Hogwarts. Bubbly, friendly, and incredibly smart and talented, Elwyn Adworth became Gryffindor's sweetheart. All of those in years above her adored her; all of those in her year respected her.

But something was missing. Fred and George immediately recognized that she was never quiet herself. She immersed herself in homework and only pranked people when she got really stressed out. She was still playful, undoubtedly, but she had become increasingly shy. Every night she received an owl, and she would grab the letter and dash up to her in her dormitory. Whenever she came downstairs her eyes would be red, like she had been crying, but she always refused to talk about it.

Cedric claimed more and more of her time. He needed help with potions, he was bringing her to talk to Hannah, Susan, and Talon, she was tired of hanging out with Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs were awesome at Herbology, and she desperately needed help in that subject… the excuses went on and on.

They threw guesses around as to why Wyn was acting so strange. But no one got close to guessing that her favorite brother, supposedly at Durmstang, was slowly but surely dying of a muggle disease. No one guessed that the reason she was spending so much time around Cedric was because he reminded her of the way Kip used to be. No one guessed that the reason she didn't spend much time with the Gryffindors was because Calder looked so much like Kip.

So they watched her, bewildered, as she slowly but surely disappeared with her brother.

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