Thanks for the reviews guys, my chapters are short, I know, and I'm really really sorry, but I'm being pressed with school work and uh, technical dificulties with home-life right now so I'm doing my best. These are not good enough excuses. Oh, that one flame I got added another touch to my horrible day for the record. I had found out that I need to have surgery on my feet that day, so I got rather pissy after that, that's why I waited to post this chapter, I had to cool off. Well, enjoy, I'll try to make the chapters longer.

Dobby led the now fully covered figures to their chambers, earning them a lot of whispering and pointing by students along the way.

When they reached their quarters, Dobby gave them the password and Raiden thanked him, which shocked Dobby to no end.

"If masters need anything, just call Dobby and I bring you anything you need."

"Thank you again, Dobby." Kaylee said right before the houself disappeared, just so she could see him look really shocked at being thanked again.

"Dungbombs." Vishnu said, and they entered their chambers.

It was like a standard house/tower, a girl's tower and a boy's tower. Glen and Carla had a room off to the side of the common room. Raiden went up the stairs and looked around. The room was Crimson and Navy Blue in color, there were four beds, four desks, and four wardrobes, in the room. Each of the boys unshrunk their trunks that they had in a pocket in their battle robes and changed into normal clothes. Raiden put on sweat pants and a white wife-beater shirt. He headed down to the common room to where the girls were already stretched out on the couches and took a seat on a high-backed, crimson chair.

"So what do you think of this place?" Glen said as he walked down the stairs, and stretched out on the thick carpet on the floor with a contented sigh.

"It's all right, I guess, a bit too creepy for my tastes though. Huge, haunted, cold castles aren't really my thing, ya know." Jenna said, looking around the room, "And the color scheme reeks, they have to try something called matching, sheesh, I thought Ian sucked at color coordination."

This comment was met with Ian's rely of, "I can't help it if I wasn't born with, oh so wonderful and perfect, Jenna's gift of making things look pretty."

Giggles and snickers rang out from the teenagers occupying the common room.

"So what are we going to do with this whole 'secrecy' thing, like about our appearance and names?" Kaylee asked after a minute.

"I think, once Gavin and Carla reach a compromise, or threaten him the right way, we may be able to leave the rooms un-hooded, and meet some of the other wizards here. About the names, I have no freaking clue how they can work that out, they probably will use out first and real names, excluding Raiden, of course." Noah said thoughtfully, and then closed his eyes as he played the days events over in his head.

"You know, the way Carla and Gavin have so much control over 'the greatest wizard ever' is rather funny, in my opinion, he's a wimp," Mariah supplied, snickering.

"Yeah I'd have to agree with ice queen over there, he's a total wuss." Glen added, with another snicker.

"He also is a complete idiot……Stupid big mouthed mother fu….grrr." Harry growled in frustration, his carefully concealed secret broken open within minutes of entering the one place he almost dreaded as much as his old home.

"Yeah, we meant to ask you about that, was it true, like what he said about you and, well you know." Noah asked hesitantly, which was unusual for such a know-it-all like himself.

Raiden sighed, "I knew it couldn't last forever, guys, I mean burying my past. You all know who I am and what I have to do, but what you don't know is that my 'brother', Raiden said so venomously that a few of the teens jumped, is the supposed chosen one. His scar is on his neck, while mine is on my forehead. I was forgotten, and my brother lapped up the spotlight. It was like trying to live up to something you knew you couldn't. I was in his shadow, for what I thought was going to be forever. When I turned six, I wished I had remained forgotten. The Potters began to hurt me, mostly for their 'perfect son's' shortcomings. Then it went to small things like spilling some milk, breaking a plate, missing a spot on the floor while scrubbing, or whatever. Finally, I got fed up with it; I ran away, that as when I met Gavin." Raiden's deep green eyes were troubled, everyone could see it. Kaylee rushed over and put her arms around her best friend.

"I can't believe anyone could do something like that to their own flesh-and-blood, its sick." Glen shook his head in disgust.

"If you want to see physical proof, I'll show you." Raiden got up off his seat and stood up straight. "Haven't any of you wondered why I never took my shirt off while training, never even once?" Raiden looked around the room to see some nods. He then took his sleeveless top off and turned around, only to hear gasps from his 'family'. Raiden turned back around, shirt in one hand. "I was pushed down the stairs by my father for my 'brother's' lie. Now you see, I'm not perfect, I'm far from it." He slipped his shirt back on and sat back down, head in hands. Kaylee put her arms around her almost win brother and cried, she cried for him because he refused to do so himself.

After about ten minutes of silence, Raiden went upstairs and turned in for bed, leaving a bunch of hot-blooded teenagers downstairs to plot their revenge on the hateful family, who in their eyes were evil, not having the right to even be called human.

"I can't believe it, the proof was practically dancing naked in front of our eyes and we didn't see it. The way he flinched when he began learning to fight, whenever anyone made a quick movement. The way, when he first came, his ribs could be counted through his skin. The way his eyes were hallow, and we didn't understand what he went through, we couldn't see it and be there for him." Noah ran a hand through his hair.

"It was Raiden's choice not to tell us, he thought we'd treat him differently, like something fragile, like he was going to break with one touch, one cruel word. He was right; we probably would have done that if we knew the truth. But now, we know who he is, he's not a little boy anymore, and its time for him to face the thing he's been running from for years, the Potters, and their little bastard of a son." Jenna shook her silken hair out from her eyes, "We will be there to help him though, and make the Potters lives a living hell, as long as you guys are with me, are ya? Can you risk everything to help your friend?

"Hell yes!" Mariah exclaimed, "Anyone in our family is our first priority, even before our own safety at times, I'm in."

"Same," Kaylee cried.

"What do you think? Of course," Noah said his eyes flashing.

"Why wouldn't I help a friend, I'm in." Ian added, looking around the small group.

"I can put my 'talents' to good use, helping my 'family'? Why wouldn't I say yes?" Glen laughed, raising his hand, "They're going down, bastards that they are, I'll see to it."

"I knew I could count on you guys…..Now this is what we're going to do……. Everyone smiled viciously as the group huddled closely together, listening to what Jenna was saying; malicious expressions were on every face. Little did the Potters know hell was soon going to come to earth.