Hey everyone! Welcome to the next chapter of 'Split'. I want to say thankyou to two of the most amazing people on the planet – 'Ellejaytee', and 'unforgivable curse caster'. You both ROCK! I will endeavour to clear up any misunderstandings as we go along.

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A/N: THERE IS SLASH IN THIS STORY, AS IN BOY/BOY, if you don't like don't read. Also there will be some Ron, and/or Hermione bashing in this fic. Once again, you don't like, then don't read.

italics is Luke

italics is Harry when they talk mind-to-mind

Split Chapter 1

Back to Hogwarts

It was a cool, crisp morn which dawned on September 1st. Any who were seen in the streets wore copious amounts of clothing in a vain attempt to evade the biting chill which hung in the air. A steamy cloud coated the glass in front a pair of mis-matched eyes. One, a stunning emerald green, warm and forgiving, while the other flashed the dark green of malachite, foreboding as the icy depths of oblivion.

"Get away from that window Boy! I don't want my car contaminated more by you than is necessary!"

"Sorry Uncle Vernon." Harry's voice was distracted. Ordinarily Harry would have taken offence at the cruel cutting tone in his uncle's voice, but he was currently partaking in a lively debate with Luke.

Why can't I talk to Ron like the git he is! You remember how he treated you during the tri-wizard tournament and I guarantee that he'll leave your over kind heart battered and bruised before the month is out!

Why are you always such a god-damned pessimist? I know your just looking out for me Luke, but please let me choose my friends for myself. If your proved right, if, your more than welcome to spit it in my face, but just go easy on them, okay? They're like family to me.

You don't need their stupid friendship anymore, you've got me! I don't want your btichy friends to push me aside! In an ideal world you'd tell them, but Hermione would just do some scientific research on you, and Ron would accuse you of fame-hunting! How can I be okay when they just use you!

Luke just calm dow-

The conversation was cut off by the growl of Vernon's voice ordering the boy-who-lived out of his posh Mercedes.

"Your sixteen now," The fat pig of a man rounded on him, "So we expect you take some responsibilities on to your pathetic shoulders." His voice was sickening, dripped in honeyed sarcasm. "As you are now an adult by your strange world's laws, we want to give you some independence, so we shall no longer open our door to any of your putrid kind. You're on your own now!" With that final spat remark, he took off in a cloud of dust leaving a stunned Harry. Sensing his other half's current confusion Luke smoothly took over, moving Harry's possessions in the direction of the platform.

'Ri? You okay? Luke could sense a strong emotion coming from his 'partner', but couldn't work out what. So engrossed was he in struggles of our saviour, he missed the Weasley's friendly/sycophantic greeting and headed straight through the wall without a backward glance. Switching onto 'auto-pilot' Luke mechanically found the 'golden trio's' carriage stowed their luggage and sat down before retreating into his soul room.(i)

'Ri? Ri, are you there? Luke stood outside a pale oak door, with a hand carved ebony handle. Briskly he opened it, and hurried into the room beyond. Inside he found Harry curled up in the corner of the room, on his bed, knee's to chest, head to knee's, arm's wrapped protectively around him. Moving forwards Luke enveloped his more innocent side in a brotherly hug filled with all the family love he had never received.

Talk to me 'Ri, tell me what's wrong. With a strangled cry Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Luke's neck and began to sob.

I know that they hated me Luke, but they're my family! I thought that I might have been loved, even if only a little. I can't believe that they would just throw me out. I tried my whole life to please them, to make them proud of me, and now I'm just tossed aside like one of Dudley's old toys. What did I do wrong? Why couldn't they love me as their nephew? Why does all this shit always happen to ME!

Luke held his lux (ii) close murmuring comforting nothings in his ear.

Don't worry 'Ri, I'll take care of you, you've got me, and I'll love you as a brother. Always. Were good on our own, right?

With a tired smile Harry nodded, drying his tearstained cheeks on his sleeve.

I should wait for Ron, and Hermione, if not I'll get an earful.

Don't worry 'Ri, I'm here for you, semper (iii)

Surfacing to the real world once more, Harry barely had time to take in his surroundings before an irate Ron and an 'I'm not amused' Hermione burst into 'their' carriage.

"What was that for mate?" Ron demanded heatedly, "Are we not good enough to talk to anymore?"

"What?" Harry was confused. He'd blanked them? When?

"Don't play innocent with me Harry Potter, why did you ignore us? We are your best friends."

Everything slowly clicked into place as Harry ran over what they were saying in his mind. They must have spoken to me while Luke was in control. He probably wouldn't have recognised their voices while he was focusing on me. Plastering an apologetic look on his face Harry turned to his 'friends'.

"Oh, I'm really sorry you guys, but Uncle Vernon shouted at me again, so I was a bit out of it. It won't happen again, I'm sorry." Ron got a smug look on his face, as the boy-who-lived grovelled to him, while Hermione just looked placated. In a dramatic change of subject, Hermione stowed her trunk and began grilling the boys on study habits for this, 'sixth year'.The N.E.W.T.S aren't until next year. I should start revising now? In response to this predicament Luke just laughed before sitting comfortably in his soul room to overhear the proceedings.

Upon reflection, the train journey was the most boring one to date. The food cart came round, but the usual appearance of Draco Malfoy and his cronies never occurred, much to Luke's irritation.

It is sooo unfair! he complained bitterly, I wanted to actually meet this 'arch-nemesis' of ours and what happens? He doesn't show up. You'd have thought a Malfoy would be punctual if nought else, but no, I'm obviously not good enough for him.

Harry had to stuff a vast amount of Bertie Bots Every Flavour Beans into his mouth to disguise his laughter at Luke's incessant whining.

Darkness swooped to swallow the lands of the living just as the Hogwarts Express pulled into the station at Hogsmeade. Hurriedly the occupants of booth twelve (Harry, Ron, and Hermione) scrambled into their robes before exiting the train to join the throng of students heading for the carriages. Piling into an empty one, Hermione and Ron started arguing about…something. Harry wasn't concentrating; his eyes were glued to the window, for he had just seen a pair of quicksilver eyes, obscured by locks of ivory hair.

So, Luke murmured, intrigued that's Draco Malfoy. Emendatus. (iv)

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Hermione Granger was confused. It was not a common feeling and she disliked it intensely. The subject of her confusion sat opposite her, oblivious to her pointed stare, as he gazed dazedly out of the window. This ebony haired, soft hearted, polite boy was Harry Potter; a friend of her's for near six years. In previous years she could read him like a book, as he wore his heart on his sleeve, living on the extreme outside of his skin. Something had changed and she couldn't work out what. It was infuriating. Going over the events at the end of last year she came up with a solution, the death of Sirius Black. But I can't understand why? She thought churlishly, I mean, he hadn't even known the mutt that well, and a stupid prankster like him would hardly be missed.

She didn't understand why Harry didn't spend more time on his studies, and on his friends. What was that whole thing at the station, what was that about? He had always waited for them before, and seemed generally relieved to see them. Dumbledore was right about sending Harry to stay with those revolting relatives of his. Apart from this morning they have kept him under my thumb.

She really idolised Dumbledore, he was a great political player, because, really, who, other than her, could see past that kind, old grandfather persona to see the real possibly slytherin side hidden deep within. If only I can keep Harry leaning on me my plans will work out perfectly. On the subjects of plans…she looked over at Ron, who was devouring the remaining chocolate frogs. Honestly could he be any more nauseous? Still marrying Ron would get her the support of a strong light based wizarding family and Dumbledore. All she had to do was get Ron to a) ask her out and then b) propose. With the Weasley's, and Dumbledore behind me, and Harry totally dependant getting into power will be almost too easy! With a contented sigh she turned back to the problem which is Harry Potter. Still she liked puzzles, and this one promised to keep her amused for quite some time.

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Liquid mithril eyes scanned the crowd of pupils as they filed into various carriages, laughing, chatting, and generally making far too much noise for our Slytherin's mind. He wanted to see but one thing, and he couldn't. The world was against him, he knew it. Still he was partially to blame. Annually on the Train journey the Ice prince of the Snakes would visit the golden god damned 'holy trinity' laugh at them, maybe fire a few hexes, but this year he just couldn't. He knew that if he saw that perfect haunted face then the insults just wouldn't come, and he couldn't show his hear tin public, it would just get smashed, and he couldn't handle that, even for him, he just couldn't.

With a depressed sigh he noticed Pansy hanging off of him. With a glare he shook her away, before seating himself in the corner of the carriage, staring longingly for that glimpse of ebony to both tear apart and heal his pounding heart.

End of another Chapter, How exciting!

Some explanations

(i) A soul room is a room in your mind designed to fit you. Harry's room is innocent, comfortable and comforting; he can spend time here, like in a day dream. Luke's room is stronger more dedicated to protecting Harry, so is warm to allow Harry peace there. They can travel into each other's soul rooms to talk 'face-to-face' in private.

(ii) Lux is Latin for 'light' and is one of the terms that shall be used to describe Harry

(iii)Semper is 'always' in Latin, and is a life-long promise between Harry and Luke.

(iv)Emendatus menas perfect, flawless.

A/N: A lot of Latin will be used in later chapters, so I advise to have your Latin dictionaries at the ready!

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