A/N: I hope you didn't think I was leaving all of my stories behind…. I have several pages of notes to play with for this. So, onward to the much anticipated (not) third Chapter, this in reality is a cooler version of the 2nd, except it's told in third and explains more.

Still don't own this…still want it though

Ch. 3 Broken Pasts and Torn-Through Hearts

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Hermione spun and looked, practically glowing, "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked, to no one in particular.

Ginny and Ron looked at her, Harry following suit. "Sure, if you like medieval type things." Harry agreed sarcastically.

Hermione glanced at Harry confused, "But this castle is defiantly pre-medieval. I'd say its closer to an 1100, or maybe a 1200, A.D. of course." she explained, the bus coming to a halt.

"Everyone ashore who's going ashore!" the cheerful bus driver laughed loudly, opening the door to let the group of teens off.

They stumbled up the expansive front steps, the size of the castle really hitting home for all of the first time 'campers'. Harry's small group filed in the middle of the pack of students getting off several busses. They followed the masses into a grand, enormous room, where a strict older woman was separating the new teens from the ones that ha come in previous years.

"This way you!" she said, guiding Hermione away from the quartet, towards a table colored in green and silver mats. She waved at them before taking her seat.

The trio stood together, until an impossible small man wove through the group, separating the girls from the boys, it took about ten minutes until all of the confusion was over.

Then the strict woman stood beside a very old man. He had half moon glasses and long silvery hair with a matching beard. He wore a plain black suit with a green shirt under it. He raised his arms, and the entire vast room fell silent.

"Greetings," he said in a vibrant voice, "To those who are new," he nodded towards the teens still standing, "and to those who have returned." He smiled at the seated teens. "This summer will be one for you to remember, as every summer you spend on my estates will be. You will be well versed in any subject that you don't reach you ages required level and any you choose to take on. Regardless, two hours of every week day will be in study. The rules are posted on the door of Mr. Filches offices, so I will not waste any more time. Ms. McGonagall, if you please," he waved at the woman, who nodded.

"As you may have assumed, you will not all be rooming together. Instead there are four towers set aside for student dorms. The males 15 and younger with last name starting with M-Z will be in Ravenclaw tower, with the young men over 15 with a name starting with A-L, boarding with them. The other young men and a few overflow exceptions will be in Gryffindor tower. The young ladies 15 and younger, A-L, of course, will be in Hufflepuff tower. They will be joined by the senior group of girl's names M-Z and the rest of the young ladies are to board in Slytherin." She paused, frowning slightly as Harry and Ron high-fived each other. "The room assignments are posted on the door of each room. Stay in the room you are assigned, no switching. The tables and towers, or 'Houses' as they are fondly called, are each with their own individual color, you will wear a badge or tie dictating which of the houses you are in at all times. You will find both in your rooms. Now, the colors are thus, Slytherin, Green and Silver, Gryffindor, Red and Gold, Hufflepuff, Yellow and Black, and Ravenclaw, Blue and Grey. Now, take your seats, and the feast shall begin."

Harry and Ron sat next to each other, Ron openly staring at the large turkey in front of his placemat. Harry jokingly flipped his hand upward to close Ron's mouth, receiving an elbow in his side.

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The pair wandered to their home for the season, following the crowd that had left the table they sat at. They stood with the expecting crowd as they filed in through the small door that led to the towers base room.

Once inside, they where directed to find their rooms, up the stairs, and to 'make them feel like home'. They where the first ones in their rooms, and quickly claimed the beds closest to the door next to each other. The other three teens who would be sharing the room with them filed in over the next ten minutes or so.

The first to arrive was a painfully blond boy with sad grey eyes and a scar over one of his eyebrows that reminded Ron of a knife slash. He wore a blue polo shirt and black slacks. Next was a tiny blond kid, he wore a dark, loose sweatshirt and somewhat crazed look. Following him was a darker boy, black hair and celery-green eyes. He wore a plain white t-shirt and black blue-jeans, the shirt displaying a collection of scars. The last boy was a tall brunette with bright intelligent blue eyes dressed in a red plaid button down shirt and khaki slacks. He had a letter to the "residents of G6". It threatened to put the residents on a PB&J (peanut butter and jelly) if they didn't talk to each other and explain a bit of their past. It came with a leather bound journal for each of the teens, which they where to write in at least once weekly.

"Sense I got here last, I'll go first. I'm Justin Finch-Fletchly, I'm nearly 17. I live with my older sister Sarah in Orlando. My granddad was best friends with Headmaster Dumbledore when they where teens, and he invites me to come every summer. The reason I live with Sarah and Aaron, he's her husband, is 'cause my mom died of cancer a couple years back." He shrugged, "who wants to go next?" he asked, getting comfortable on his bed.

The painfully blonde teen that had followed Ron and Harry up spoke next, "I'm Tobias Brenner, you may call me Toby, I'm 16, my dad hit me when I was a kid, and that's about all I can say about that." He glared at the room, threatening anyone to object.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry spoke up, surprising himself, "I'm 16, and if I have my way I'll not be here next year." Ron threw a pillow at him, Harry sighed, "My parents where murdered when I was a kid, and I've been with Ron over there as long as I can remember. Oh, and I've a couple attempts on me."

"Okay, since I was only halfway introduced, I'll follow suit." Ron spoke up, "I'm Ron Weasley, like Harry I'm 16. I have five brothers and a sister, she's here, too, our dads a little over fond of the bottle, if you catch my drift, and not so fond of us. We were his favorite punching bag. I've what, 3 attempts on my record? Four?" he shrugged, "Doesn't matter, none of it worked. Next."

"Blaise Zambini. 16. I moved to the states from Italy when I was five, a year later my father died, and mother could stand the sight of us, so she put us up for adoption. My little sisters live in Washington State together, but I was bounced around 'til I landed myself in juvi when I was 12, 'cause I ran away. I've been coming here since I was 15." The olive skinned teen said quietly.

The tiny blond kid smiled broadly, he had since taken off his sweatshirt to reveal a black t-shirt and enough scars to make anyone shudder. "I'm Colin Creevey (sp?). I'm 15, and I cut. It's great! Makes me relax and all. So, life in a few sentences… um… mom drowned my baby brother, Dennis, when I was little, she got busted for trying to sell meth to an off duty police officer, and I got sent to Aunt Belle, she got sent to prison. Aunt Belle's blind, so she didn't notice I cut for a few years. I've been cutting regularly for" he paused, counting on his fingers, "8 or 9 years, and they cough tem doing it in the guy locker room at school, so I got sent to this creepy mental hospital, I escaped. And then I was sent here." He grinned, a crazy look in his eye, "I plan on doing it again, too."

"Note to self," Ron grinned, "Confer with Colin for escape plans." Harry, Colin and Justin laughed, Toby smiled and Blaise looked at Ron, confused.

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Enough for tonight, I'll post it when I get home from work tomorrow.

Dec. 28, 2006 11:37