Lyric stayed with Keaton, who greeted him with a tight hug. She had been sitting with her friends, many of them, who all looked at Lyric questionably.

"This isn't good is it?" she asked him, pulling him away to a more disserted part of the hall, near the door, where the two vampires were guarding it. Keaton sat down not far from the vampires, and Interstate and soon Truett wondered over to both of them eventually.

"We have to save dad," Keaton blurted out suddenly.

"We can't," Lyric murmured shaking his head, "There's no way at all, he has to turn back by himself…unless Interstate could do that thing again…"

"It's a one time thing," Interstate replied quietly.

"Then could someone else? Could Bam?" Keaton went on, looking at Lyric helplessly, "It can't be real, Daddy wouldn't do this would he?"

"I never…I never thought he would," Lyric replied shaking his head, "But I've seen some stuff," he added, recalling his dad's suicide attempt, "And actually, it kind of changed my whole thinking."

"We should go back to that thing or something," Interstate said suddenly, "We should get the whole story about your dad, what if he's done this before and no one ever said anything? I mean…what really went on?"

"We can't," Lyric said shaking his head once again, "We can't leave, we can't do anything, this is—"

Lyric stopped dead, and he felt a familiar feeling creep inside of his head…no, no…he backed away slowly, taking out his wand. He'd cures himself if he did it again; he wouldn't let it happen…no way, no way…

"Lyric?"

He let out a held breath, trying to stop, but the thoughts wouldn't leave, it was like thinking about something you didn't want to think about, but it was always there, and getting bigger…

"Crap! Sylim, Savage, get over here!" he heard Interstate yell.

What? Was he betraying him? Why the hell would Interstate do that? Lyric jumped forward, teeth bared, ready to attack, but before he could even get his hands on Interstate he felt someone pull him back, ripping him off of his feet. He cured annoyingly and tried fighting to get away again. "Let me go, let me go! I'm going to kill you, kill you! Rip your throat out, damn it, stupid vampire!" he snapped, trying to get the vampire that was gripping harder on him, off. The harder he fought, the harder the grip on his arms was.

"I'm sorry Lyric, but you're not safe," he heard a calm voice say from somewhere; he wanted to attack it too! Just to get away! He had to bite something, anything!

But then he saw darkness…

And he didn't hear any voices for a long time…

Until….

"Lyric…"

"What?"

"Here's the truth…"

Life came spinning back into focus, and he found himself face to face with storm gray eyes. With a yelp he jumped back in surprise, but the person didn't care. He knew who it was instantly; it was his father, fourteen year-old-style. He was staring at something with extreme interest, and then Lyric noticed he had a bowl of popcorn in his hands, leaning closer to Lyric and slowly eating the popcorn with an awed look.

"No way…no way in hell. He was my favorite," His dad said suddenly shaking his head. Lyric stared back questionably, and then turned around, realizing he was standing right in front of a TV, go figure…

Lyric recognized the movie Noah was watching, but he couldn't place it at first…oh…House On Haunted Hill. The most bogus scary movie ever invented. Though his father looked like he was extremely into it.

His eyes searched for some reason as to why he was here. He had been knocked out by a spell…not a spell sending him back to…what year was it? 2000?

"Noah!" Someone shouted, and both Noah and Lyric jumped, Lyric turning back to the entrance into the small cluttered with books and papers living room. "Look at what I found laying outside on the porch!" a woman's voice shouted coming into the room.

"Not now, wait…just wait a few more minutes—"

"You can not possibly be watching that stupid movie? Noah!"

Noah, his father, did pay attention, turning towards the voice, a woman appeared, her hair was dark brown and she was pretty, but older looking, maybe in her mid-thirties. In her fingers she swung out a black colored wand.

"Mom-oh…" Noah said, his words slurring slightly as he realized what the woman was holding, "Well it just must have fallen out—"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to leave your wand lying around? You can't do that at the place we're going."

"We're going?" Noah said in a surprised sounding voice, dropping his popcorn bowl to the ground with a loud 'thump'.

"You're getting an education, more than I can give you now. I've decided on Hogwarts, it's the closest to the Death Eater base."

"Mom," Noah said suddenly, "I don't have a problem with it," he added picking his popcorn bowl back up.

"By the way, unfortunately, you're father's working there as well—"

This did get Noah's attention back; he dropped the bowl a second time and turned his head slowly from the TV, his mouth hanging open, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, and I know you won't have a problem with that either."

"So you're planning to take up a job…in one of the most protected fortresses in the world? What does 'Oh Lord Our God' want you to do now?"

"Don't speak about him that way," his mother snapped, her eyes narrowing like someone may have been listening. Noah rolled his eyes and this time stretched out on the small couch, his feet hanging off of the end.

"He wants you to spy?"

"He wants you to spy," Noah's mother said, "You have to try your best to get close to Harry Potter, can you do this Noah? And no screwing it up this time, the last thing we want is the whole world finding out about…you know…"

"I'm not gonna tell no one," Noah hissed under his breath, tossing his head back to get the hair out of his eyes.

"That's what you told me last time."

"That was a special case, I was pure in love, fallen so deep that I'd lost my head and—"

"No falling in love then," his mom replied, a small smile creeping upon her lips, "Just watch yourself okay? I know you can do this."

"Spying is easy. All I have to do is act all serious and non-emotional and then suddenly find friendship in the Scarhead's groupies…easy as cake,"

"Piece of cake—"

"Yeah, yeah…whatever…"

-

Interstate frowned as Keaton quickly hugged his waste, her eyes looking up at him with watery tears, "You have got to do something! My dad, and my brother, have both gone insane!"

"You're asking someone who might just as well go an' turn that way too," he replied, though he brushed the hair out of her face gently, "I can't do anything."

She let go, and crossed her arms, "You have to," She protested, "You're the only half-breed left. You've got to make things right."

Interstate looked at Lyric, who Sylim was leaning over cautiously, Lyric's face was pale, and he murmured things under his breath that no one but himself could hear. Caught in a nightmare? Interstate was…he didn't know what to do. He wanted to be out with Bam…he could do something that way…he could find Noah…try to turn him back before it was too late. For Lyric at least…

"What happened?" Truett looked up from where he was sitting, with his back against the wall, Interstate's eyes flittered to the person whose voice had spoken.

"He's gone crazy! Just like Dad!" Keaton cried at Willow Malfoy who gave Interstate a What? Look.

"You have to do something," She said suddenly, "You have to—"

"Why?" Interstate snapped viciously, "Why me? What can I do?"

"Well…you'd have to not be a student to get out of here," Truett said in a clever sounding voice, "I think I have a plan for you to escape legally, can you Apparate?"

"Not inside of Hogwarts, just to it and from it," Interstate murmured, "Do y'all think I haven't already thought bout' that one?"

"Well then here we go, do you still have your gun?"

Interstate's hand held back his robes, where his gun was sticking out from the safety of his belt, "Yeah," he replied, feeling the hilt of his knife as well.

"Than listen to this…"

Exactly two minutes after Truett had devised a plan, Interstate talked with Sylim about it, the vampire who had basically taken charge of guarding the door…if that was anything to be taken charge of, not that the curses on the door weren't working or anything, because they were.

Sylim had agreed, the same with his twin, Savage as well, both said it was a good plan. Interstate's goal was to reach Noah Lupin. Interstate could act like he'd changed sides and everyone here but only a selected few would know it as well. First he'd get out, and then he would find Bam, explain what was going on…and finally search for the rebel Noah.

So exactly threeminutes after talking with Savage and Sylim, Interstate took his plan into action.

Taking his gun out of his belt, he raised it to the sky, and with a loud 'BANG', shot it to the enchanted ceiling of the great hall. It was starry, an artificial full moon towards the very top, though smoke rose through the stars, curling and reeling to the sky lazily, the smokes of fires made by the Death Eaters…

There were a few screams, and by the second gun shot, he had every single person's attention.

"What is the meaning of this?" Professor McGonagall shrieked flying forward towards Interstate, and then he aimed her gun at her, and she stopped suddenly, in the middle of the hall, her wand raised and ready to attack. Interstate had been afraid of that, but he knew Truett was covering him with a wand in ready as well if they tried anything worse than what they did to Lyric.

"Don't even try anything," He hissed, though he tried to keep his voice level and loud, which was a hard thing for him to accomplish, "Do you think I'd come to a wizarding school with a mere muggle tool?" he added, having a bit of fun with his situation, he'd always wanted to do this…

She stared at him speechless, "Because don't think I'm not going to shoot!" he went on, aiming the gun a little bit past McGonagall and firing off another shot, this time, close to Dumbledore's feet. He had to give credit to this guy; he was taking a lot of abuse. And at that instant, Interstate knew he had crossed the line.

Dumbledore spoke softly, "I didn't want to do this Interstate, but this is all clearly out of my hands…as of—"

"Wait? Are you expelling me?" Interstate asked in a awed voice.

"I have no choice—"

"Finally!" he snapped putting his gun back, "That took longer than I thought it would," he added walking back over to the doors of the Great Hall, "Then I am so out of here, time to save all your asses!" he yelled, walking into the blackness of what lay beyond, everything looking more dreary, not a person in sight, the light behind him making the shadows ahead worse…