Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publisher including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: This promises to be rather strange. See if you can figure out who all the characters are =)

WARNING: This is rated R for a good reason. This chapter includes violence and potentially disturbing themes. It IS NOT like Allstar; this is not a nice fic, or a happy fic, or a fun fic. It will probably have a light' ending, but I can't promise for anything that happens between here and then.

2ND WARNING: Draco Malfoy plays a small but important role in this fic. If you like my Allstar Draco, you may not like this one. Any and all flames regarding Shatter Draco's character in comparison to Allstar Draco will be disregarded. The two fics are not connected except by basic fandom.


Quivering. Crouching, shrinking, shaking. Please...Please.

An explosion of crimson heat.

Mr. Thomas, please take a seat. Are you aware of why I wanted to speak with you?

Blackness sinks in.

I'm not sure, sir. Does this have something to do with my Mediwizard project?

It does indeed. Madam Pomfrey told me you'd mentioned an interest in healing minds as well as bodies.

Yes, sir.

Well, young man, we may have just the case for you.

His Hands on my shoulders. His Fingernails in my cheek. His Face looming over me and receeding, spinning, sickening.

A real case, sir? Here at Hogwarts?

Yes, Mr. Thomas, here at Hogwarts. One of your schoolmates, in fact.

Stand up, bitch, you stupid cunt. Get up. I'm not finished with you.

Pause. A Gryffindor, sir?



Sharp, sudden pain in my jaw. Dull ache in my stomach. This moment is everything; a microcosm of life. Now the darkness spirals towards me, always out of reach. Please.

No, she's a student from Slytherin House.