After her admission, her session was over. It had probably taken half the time as most of the other kids. They didn't have to tell Uma what she already knew. She had failed. She would be shipped back to the Isle immediately, never to see her friends again. They tried to lead her through another door, but she dug her heels in. "Please, let me say goodbye." Uma didn't beg, but even she had to admit this was pretty damn close to it.

Fairy Godmother watched her with narrowed eyes, calculating, as if determining whether she would go crazy all of a sudden and start killing people. Or maybe she thought Uma would be stupid enough to attempt to run away while surrounded by guards.

"Please." Uma said again.

Fairy Godmother nodded once and left the room, leaving a guard in the corner of the room. Harry came in a minute later.

"Uma!" He ran forward. He stopped at the look on her face. "Uma, no…"

"I'm sorry Harry," she told him pitifully. "I really am."

"I won't go without you, Captain." Harry was shaking his head adamantly.

"You don't have a choice Harry. You're going to be a student at Auradon Prep now. They're going to help you in a way I never could."

"Captain, no. Please." He begged her, falling to his knees in front of her. Even on his knees while she stood, he wasn't much shorter than she was. He let out a sob, defeated. "Please don't leave me."

She took a step forward and fell on her knees as well, throwing her arms around his shoulders. She had never felt pain this immense before. Still, she didn't shed a tear. He wrapped his arms around her waist, strong and warm. As if he thought if he held tight enough, he could keep her there with him. She could feel his hook pressed into her back, and the cold steel helped keep her focused, grounded.

They sat like that for some time, not saying a word, Uma holding him as he cried, trying to stay strong for him. Then Fairy Godmother came prancing into the room and said happily, "Time to go dearies!"

She felt Harry tense underneath her and she pulled back to hold his face. "Harry. Harry, look at me." She told him firmly, waiting until his eyes met hers before continuing. "You can do this. You can." She wanted to tell him that this wasn't the end of them. She wanted to tell him that they would see each other again. But they had made a pact a long time ago never to lie to each other, her and her first mate. Even now, she couldn't bring herself to break that pact. She straightened and allowed herself to lean forward and kiss him on the forehead before standing. His hand trailed down her arm as she stood, reluctant to let her leave. She followed the guard through the door on the other side of the room, glancing back once to see him still on his knees, dejected and miserable, staring at her retreating form. Then she let the door fall shut behind her.

The guard led her to a car at the entrance of the castle. People were gathering now. A kid being sent back was much more interesting than arriving. They all came to stare and whisper about the Isle kid too evil to be allowed to live in Auradon with them. Uma held her head high as she was marched to the car. They drove across a magical bridge this time, like the one she had seen the original four use when they left. She didn't care, couldn't feel excited. The drive back without Harry felt much longer than the boat ride and drive had felt on the way there.

Back on the Isle, she walked into the fish and chip shop, and went straight upstairs to her room. She passed her mother; who looked as proud as someone who didn't know how to love could look. Her daughter was one of the few evil enough to be sent back. Uma ignored her and shut her bedroom door behind her. She sat on the floor of her bedroom, remembering all the times she and Harry and sat in here making plans, talking, laughing, and she let out a sob. Finally letting herself cry.

Back on Auradon, Harry was being led to his new room. He went with them willingly, despite wanting to hook them all. He sated himself with imagining tearing out their throats, letting their blood spill to the floor. All of them deserved to die. All of them deserved pain. Uma was sent back… the purest, kindest person he knew. The one who held them all together; who had started 'adopting' all the Isle kids who didn't have parents or who were better off without them. He felt sick. But still, he followed his Captain's orders. He let them take him to his room. A room he was to share with an Auradon Prep kid. They didn't pair Isle kids with Isle kids anymore. A few of the Prep kids tried to take issue with it when the rule first came into play, but they didn't have much of a choice. There were new rooms all around, and every Isle kid was paired with an Auradon kid.

The Fairy Godmother herself led him to his room. "Now if I could just take that hook, love…" she reached out for it, but Harry danced away. "Come now, you can't have a weapon on school grounds, I'll put it in a safe place for you." She took a step forward and he stepped backwards onto the bed and down the other side, putting it between them. She looked scandalized at the sight of his muddy footprints on the comforter. "Fine, you can keep it for now. But if any harm comes to another student with it, it will be taken from you immediately and you will not be seeing it again." Harry just stared at her. Unnerved at the icy, wide-eyed gaze, and the lopsided smirk, she cleared her throat and told him, "Your roommate will be here shortly to show you around." Then fled the room.

Harry was alone only long enough to catch his reflection in the mirror and wipe the eyeliner off his cheeks. He wore enough that it didn't need reapplied just because some had run off. His roommate, as it turns out, was Phoebus and Esmeralda's son. He had his mother's dark skin, hair, and green eyes.

"Victor de Châteaupers," he held out a hand, "pleasure to meet you."

Harry pushed down the urge to hook the boy and grinned wickedly. "No no, Vicky, the pleasure is all mine!" He exclaimed, winking. He ignored the offered hand.

Victor cleared his throat awkwardly. "Actually, uhm, its Victor."

"Right you are, Vicky." Harry threw a quick wink his way. "You gonna show me around this place or what?"

Victor nodded, eyeing Harry warily as he led the way out of the room. People kept an eye on Harry as he passed them in the halls. Used to Isle kids as they were, they weren't used to one of them having a weapon. And while most of the Isle kids weren't all sunshine and rainbows, none of them had that dangerous, somewhat deranged look in their eyes.

Harry followed Victor as he pointed out some classrooms and then the cafeteria, where strange smells were permeating the air. His stomach growled in protest as they continued walking.

"Do you want to stop and get something to eat?" Victor questioned him, hearing the pirate's stomach growl.

"No."

"Are you sure? You sound hungry."

"Keep walking." Harry snapped.

Victor fought the urge to roll his eyes. The last thing he needed was to get on the bad side of his crazy new roommate. Victor showed him where each of his classes would be held, remedial goodness 101 that Harry assumed Victor and the other Auradon kids had never had to take, along with history, math, and some that he had never heard of, like chemistry. After showing Harry all around the castle, they headed outdoors to see the grounds.

Harry raised an arm to shade his eyes as they stepped outside. He was sure he would never get used to the blinding sun here. The Isle always seemed permanently clouded over. The barrier blocked some of the sun's harshness. It was incredibly hot here, underneath the full power of the sun. Uma would love it. The water was always like ice on the Isle, but here, he assumed, the water would be warmer. The thought of Uma back on the Isle made him angry all over again.

"Captain!" Harry's heart leapt at the word, spinning to see Desiree running towards him. "Captain, I heard what happened. Uma-"

Harry cut her off, stepping into her personal space. The girl's eyes widened, but she forced herself not to back up a step. She knew cowering in fear would only make it worse on her. "I'm not your captain." Harry ground out the words.

"But Uma-" she started again

"Isn't dead. So she's still your captain. Where's your loyalty?" He demanded. "Spread the word. And call me captain again and you won't live to regret it."

She nodded once, sharply, and ran off the way she had come.

"You know I'm supposed to report any instances of you threatening people with you hook, right?" Victor asked from behind him.

Harry spun around on the heel of his boot. "That wasn't a threat, it was a kind warning. A promise, if you will." He was grinning. "And I never raised my hook."

Victor stared at him for a beat, one eyebrow raised. Finally he sighed, "Come on, I'll show you around the rest of the grounds."

The rest of the walk was fairly uneventful. Harry was unimpressed by their stupid magic statue, and honestly he though King Beast looked better as a beast than a man. He was getting more and more restless as they strolled through the gardens, but attempted to be on his best behavior. Uma wanted him to do well here whether he liked it or not.

After Victor seemed to have decided he had tortured Harry long enough, they went back inside. "It's dinner time now," he told Harry, "would you like to join me for supper?"

Harry laughed at his fancy Auradon wording. "Nah, mate. Not hungry."

"But you-"

As Harry cut him off for what felt like the hundredth time that night, annoyance flashed in Victor's green eyes. Interesting… Harry thought. He may have some of his mother's famed spirit yet. I can work with that. "I said I'm not hungry." He walked away, glaring daggers at anyone who glanced his way. He stomped his way upstairs, footfalls heavy in his clunky boots. He threw the door to his dorm open, taking in all the flowery and light decorations. He pulled all the curtains shut, but even that couldn't block out the sunshine. He went over to the bed on the side of the room that didn't have any belongings crowding it, and sat down. The bed was so soft, Harry stood back up in shock. Turning around, he pressed a hand into the bed, pushing it down. Pulling his hand away, he watched the imprint his hand made in the comforter and mattress slowly reform to its natural position. Then he scowled at it. How was he supposed to sleep on this? What was even in it? The curiosity proved to be too much for the irritated pirate as he quickly swiped his hook down across the bed. Feathers went everywhere. They floated around in the air like the snow he had read in one of Uma's books with her. This time he didn't shy away from the memory of her. Though he had seen her only a few hours ago, the thought of her caused him so much agony. He relished in it, welcomed the pain in his chest. Sliced through the comforter again and watched the feathers fly. Again. Again. He imagined in the blankets the faces of Auradon Prep kids and faculty. He would hook them all if it weren't for Uma. She never did want him to kill anyone. He took his anger and pain out on the feathery blanket until there was nothing left but shreds, feathers everywhere.

He considered whether he should start in on the pillows or the mattress next. The pillows, he decided. Just as he raised his hook to come down on the pillow, the door opened. There stood Vicky, Claude Frollo, who had come to Auradon with him and Uma earlier that day, and an Asian boy Harry didn't recognize. The four boys stared at each other in shock. Harry glaring, the other three taking in the sight of the feather covered room. It looked like Elsa had lost control of her powers in here and let loose a snowstorm. They were still floating in the air, covered the ground, and Harry… Well Harry looked like about as threatening as a snowman. He still had his hook of course, his eyeliner, and his eyes looked as crazy as ever. His hands were shaking. But something about seeing him with feathers sticking to every inch of him, in his hair and on his clothes, took away from the sinister air he usually had about him.

Silence.

Finally, Victor doubled over in laughter. All eyes turned to Victor for a moment before, despite their better judgment, the other two boys started laughing too. Harry scowled at the three of them, not moving.

Regaining his breath, Victor danced over to Harry and plucked a feather from his hair. "I'm sorry," he laughed breathlessly, "but you should really see yourself."

Harry turned towards the mirror on the wall and couldn't help but cracking a smile. Albeit a tiny one, lifting only a corner of his mouth, but a smile nonetheless.

"Come on guys," Victor told his friends. "Let's help Olaf here get cleaned up before the Headmistress sees."

Harry scowled at him again before plopping on the bed. He watched as they scooped up piles upon piles of feathers. They said nothing in response to his idleness. Instead, Victor introduced him to the other boys while they worked. "Harry, this is Bradley, Mulan and Li's son. And I'm sure you know Claude." He motioned to the boys in turn. Bradley waved at him before excusing himself for a moment to grab trash bags from another room. Claude's older sister had arrived to Auradon on the boat with Harry and Uma.

"Yeah, I know Claude Frollo. His dad's the one who still talks about wanting to fuck your mom." Harry said to Victor, waiting for a reaction from the other boy.

Claude responded instead. "Yeah, my dad's a major creep. Victor doesn't hold it against me." He smiled at the Auradon Prep boy and Victor grinned back happily. Victor shooed Harry off the bed to clean underneath him. Harry growled and narrowed his eyes at him, but hopped off the bed so they could clean it off. Bradley brought the trash bags back, along with another comforter.

"Where did you get that?" Victor asked him.

Bradley smiled slyly. "Snuck past Babette and got it from the clean bin in the laundry room."

Claude looked like he was in shock. "You stole them?"

"Good kids can be bad sometimes too… especially for the right reasons. It won't be hard for them to replace." Bradley said as spread the comforter over Harry's newly cleaned bed.

Harry watched them work, leaning against a desk. "Why…" He trailed off, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of thinking he appreciated any of this. He didn't need their help.

Bradley seemed to understand. "Why are we helping you?"

Harry just stared at him.

Then Victor spoke up. "I don't know, Harry. I just want to help you be comfortable here. We all do. You can have friends here if you don't push people away."

They could only watch as Harry pushed off the desk and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

The three boys looked downtrodden. "He'll be alright." Victor tried to be positive.

Claude thought about what he knew of Harry and Uma. Thought of them on the boat, pressed side by side. Of Harry's unstable mental state and complete and utter devotion to his captain, passed off as an obsession. "No, I'm not so sure he will."

"Harry is here?"

Ben looked up from his chemistry book to see Mal in the entrance to his dorm. "Hello to you too, Mal. It's so nice to see you this morning." He shot her a cheeky grin.

Mal rolled her eyes. "Good morning, Ben. Harry is here?"

Ben closed his book and leaned back. "Yeah, he arrived yesterday with another group of Islanders."

"And Uma?" She asked him tersely. "When will she be here?"

Ben knew that one was coming. He shook his head sadly. "She didn't pass the test, Mal."

"What?" Mal exclaimed. "That can't be right!"

"The test results don't lie, Mal. She…" He hesitated.

"What? What did she do?" She demanded, stalking over to him. She stood over him, unconsciously using old intimidation techniques from the Isle.

Ben was unfazed. "I don't think I should tell you, Mal. It's not really my place."

"Ben! This isn't a good idea. I don't exactly see eye to eye with Uma, but you can't just bring him here and leave her! It's not healthy."

"Codependence isn't healthy, Mal" Ben tried to interject, But Mal continued talking over him as if he hadn't said a word.

"And you don't know Harry and Uma like the Isle kids know them. Harry especially. They've been inseparable since they were kids and when she's not around Harry just gets worse and Ben, seriously I don't think leaving her there is a good idea it could be dangerous and-"

"Mal!" Ben shouted, interrupting her panicked rant. "Uma, she… She killed someone." He whispered the words, ashamed to be speaking about it.

Mal fell onto the couch beside him and slumped down in shock. "No… She wouldn't. She lives and breathes for her crew. She always wanted to beat me, to be the best at being the worst. But she has a soft heart, Ben. She really does."

Ben rubbed his face with both hands. "Mal, she murdered a man. I can't just ignore that."

Mal sat up angrily. "You said you would give her a chance. You promised her!"

"She got her chance! Everyone got a chance. I told her she would get her say, and it's done so much good. But I can't just let her in after she failed the test. What kind of precedent would that set? Everyone who fails the test will be wanting in."

Mal looked at him sadly. "You don't know what you're doing." She stood and walked out of the room.

Ben stood and paced the length of the room. Her quick and vehement defense for Uma surprised him. He knew there was no love lost between the two girls. But that fact just made him worry more; it showed that she wasn't just doing this out of selfish reasons but truly for the good of Harry and Uma. He thought back on what she had ranted about. 'It could be dangerous' she had said. Suddenly he wished he had let her continue. He knew Harry was a little… unbalanced, but surely it couldn't be as bad as she was making it sound.

He fell back onto the couch and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. She said didn't know what he was doing and she was right. He didn't need his girlfriend to tell him that.