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Ok guys, here's the deal. I'm doing this on my IPod, because my computer got a virus from a YouTube Video replaying website. So yeah... Updates are going to take longer until my dad fixes my computer. I'll still update regularly.

For you people who want me to make the chapters longer, I will ok? I'm slow at typing :P Here's a treat for you.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns it all. I only own my OC Isabelle, kay guys? Although, it would be fun to own Luna... Just think of the possibilities...

"Shit!" was Harry's first reaction to seeing the Dean of students, Mr. Grouch. His name practically described him.
First off was his face. There was a thick, long scar running across his cheek, and his teeth looked like they hadn't been brushed in months. He had green eyes, but they were vomit green, and his nose looked like it had been broken several times, while his dirty blonde hair was ran only amongst half his head, and the rest was bald. All in all, the bloke looked like he belonged in a horror movie of sorts.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, I've been expecting you," The Dean smiled in a vindictive way. Harry cringed under the man's gaze.

"Ok Vernon, Harry will be in safe hands for the rest of the year. In fact, I have already assigned him a roommate and a guide for him," Mr. Grouch explained happily.

"Thank you, Burt, hopefully I won't have to see the brat until the end of the year," Vernon ended. He excused himself with a wave, and left Harry in hell. Well not exactly, Vernon would have hoped for the real one, but St. Brutus was a close as he could get.

Harry had a plan. Granted, it would take weeks, maybe even months to accomplish, but he needed to find Isabelle. He knew for a fact that her family disliked her, but not for justified reasons. Her situation was similar, yet different to Harry's.
Isabelle Andrews had grown up on the countryside, raising cattle, riding horses, hell, she'd "accidentally " stolen her father's tractor when she was four. Isabelle, like Harry, had been orphaned. A drunk driver had killed both her parents and her brother, while the driver had gotten away unharmed and scott-free. Isabelle was staying with her grandparents, who had grown up in the "tough" times. Seeing the world in their own way, they despised anything that made life different from the way they were raised, and Isabelle was a prime example of that.

First, he needed to get to know this place. Harry had already been assigned a guide. Hopefully, he could get some information out of him.. or her.

Isabelle was tired. Tired of her family. Tired of school. Tired of everything. In fact, she would have done the deed already, if not for Harry. He'd been her anchor in an uncaring world, and her only friend. Harry had turned into her older brother. "He's not Will, stop it, she thought. More than an older brother. Someone to watch her back, while she watched his. Isabelle was outraged at the fact that no one would listen to Harry, and made it her personal mission to settle a score, but first, she needed to get Harry the hell out of St. Brutus.

"Gramps, I'm going out!" She yelled. Isabelle didn't wait for a response, they didn't care anyway. Putting on a leather jacket and some agiator gaffes, she stood in the mirror, taking in her "badass" appearence. This'll do, she thought. Walking out the door, she ran to school, planning to seek out the transfer files from the school, and perhaps void them. Isabelle had a lot of work to do.

Harry's tour wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was down right pleasant. It was probably because his guide was an attractive thirty-year old woman who was actually being nice to him.

"Harry, here at St. Brutus, you will have an educational experience while visiting several therapists to discuss and get rid off your criminal behavior, and in return gain effective morals and life lessons to make your future education and life experiences easier and fitter," Miss Barow explained, showing the classrooms and lunch center.

"Um, ok," Harry responded, confused. What did all those fancy words mean? "Miss Barow, what will my classmates be like?" He asked nervously.

"Well, we house students of all ages five and up, and seperate them into different classes based on their age and crimes," Miss Barow answered. Harry gulped involuntarily. Would he meet other fat pigs like Dudley? Or would he find lost souls like him?

Harry didn't know what to think of him. Nathaniel Davis was a very odd person. He was eight years old, unlike Harry, who was nine, and Nathan hadn't spent his birthday locked away in a cupboard and bound to his bed for three months. Instead, he'd stolen a car, and crashed it into a bridge. Apparently, that was enough to get hin shipped to St. Brutus.

"So what's your story? Robbed something? Shot a bobby? I crashed a car," He said proudly. Harry took note to act carefully around him. Nathan didn't appear to have a problem with beating someone up.

"I accidentally stabbed my cousin in the face with a knife," Harry said carefully. Nathan laughed loudly.

"Accidentally? Mate, you don't "accidentally" stab someone in the face. You either mean it or you don't," Nathan continued to chuckle.

"Well, it was. My cousin was going to stab my friend with it, and I just got so mad. The knife kind of stabbed Dudley on it's own," Harry explained, slowly. Nathan's eyes widened.

"You're a wizard too! Merlin's dick! You're in my sister's year! Are you going to Hogwarts?" Nathan rapid-fires his questions. Harry just looked at Nathan, a little scared.

"I dunno, why do you think I'm a wizard?" Harry worded his sentence carefully. Maybe Nathan was a bit off his rocker.

"That was accidental magic! Do you remember weird stuff happening when you were mad, worried or scared?" Nathan asked. Now that Harry thought about it, Nathan was right. He vaguely remembered of when he was five years old and had made Dudley get stuck on the highest point on the playground at the park after getting rather annoyed wih him. Another time he had gotten perfect grades on his report card, and had worried that his aunt and uncle would punish him. To his surprise, the grades in the report card had changed by the time he got home. There were lots of other examples to draw from. It looked like Nathan might actually be speaking coherently for once.

"So you think I'm a wizard? What would your sister be? What are you? Harry asked.

"Well, my sister Tracey's a witch, and I'm a wizard. Were both pureblood, but unlike our cousins we don't support their bigotry." Nathan let that sink in for a while. "So what's your last name, Harry?" Nathan wondered.

"The name's Bond. James Bond." Harry quoted. Nathan and a few bystanders stared laughing maniacally.

"No seriously, what is it?" Nathan pleaded.

"Potter. Harry Potter-," Harry was cut short by Nathan's wide eyes and surprised face.

"Harry Potter? The Harry Potter? Morgana's tits! Seriously?" Nathan asked wide eyed.

"Yeah. So?" Harry was having a million questions shooting through his head.

Nathan, seeing Harry's confused look, commented dryly, "You don't know shit about what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Nope," Was his answer.

"We got a lot of work to do," Nathan sighed.

Harry's first meeting with his roommate pretty much set the mood for the rest of the year at St. Brutus. Richard Trent was the leader of the main gang in the prison school. Nathan, after explaining a lot of things to him that Harry didn't think was real, had warned him of the gang. They didn't have a name, but they didn't need one. Rumor had it that Richard had murdered his little brother on "accident". Everyone but the court knew better. So, there he was, being dragged by Richard's lackeys up on the roof. One of them held a bungie cord.

Tying one of Harry's legs to the bungie cord, Richard whispered into Harry's ear, "Welcome to St. Brutus," and promptly threw him off the roof.

Alrigt guys, nice long chapter for you. Excuse me if I missed some grammar errors. Kinda hard to do on an IPod. Happy 4th of July for all the Americans who read this :). Expect a update on a week or so. Maybe less.

~Alethio