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April: It feels like a life time ago, since that fateful night she had met Harry and the Turtles. April never could've believed she'd befriend such amazing people. It wasn't their origins that defined them but rather the kind of people they were. Leo was a leader, Raph a fighter, Donnie a thinker, Mikey a jokester, but Harry he was all heart.

That's just the way he was, Harry lived by his heart. He put the people he loves before anyone else. That's not to say it never got him into trouble (his vengeful streak) but he always tried to overcome his shortcomings and make himself stronger.

And now while she sits in her room, held in her father's arms, as she cried her heart out. April's afraid that this is one time that Harry's heart had led him into trouble he can't overcome.

"They'll find him, April" said Kirby, holding his daughter tight. But it did nothing to comfort her as she continued to weep into the night.

Casey: When Casey heard the news he didn't say anything. Instead he just took his hockey stick and used it to bash anything he could find into smithereens. He and Harry may not have been close but Raph was his best friend, and he knew how he'd feel if anything happened to his little sister.

Still Casey had to respect the reasons behind Harry's actions; the kid was just trying to do right by his father, even if it probably didn't work out the way he hoped.

Argh this is too much thinking! Deciding beating up old junk wasn't enough, Casey grabbed his vigilante gear and hit the streets. He was hoping to find a few Purple Dragons to send to the hospital.

Lucky for him the street gang had thought they could take advantage of the Turtles' distraction with the Foot clan and The Kraang, so it didn't take long for him to come across the gangsters attempting a break in.

"Hey it's that vigilante!" said Sid, the large muscle member of the gang.

"And you're about to be victims to my misplaced, aggression" said Casey, charging the gangsters.

What followed was the most brutal beat down that the Purple Dragons had ever experienced; their screams echoed through the alley for what felt like hours, before Casey had to take off when he heard the police approaching. The Purple Dragons had never been more thankful to see the cops.

Neville: Augusta Longbottom would be the first to admit that she hadn't always thought the highest of her grandson. Neville had always taken more after his mother than his father, and that bothered her; in her grief, Augusta wanted Neville to be like his father as if that would somehow bring him back.

So when she first heard about how her shy Neville was part of a group of students that bested the Professors' protections and defended the Philosopher's Stone from Quirrell; she was proud. But when this year she had learned he had fallen victim to the Heir of Slytherin, she had never been more frightened.

She had been using the extended break from Hogwarts as time to try and get to reconnect with Neville. She didn't complain or interfere when he took off to visit his friends and she had actually gone with him to add to his ever growing greenhouse.

To her shame she had discovered there was much she didn't really know about her grandson. Neville had changed much during that first year at Hogwarts and it all came down to his friendship with Harry Potter.

"Harry just has this way off never giving up and making you want to not give up too. It's like he can just see the best in you, Gran."

So of course, Augusta found it worrying when Neville, just locked himself away in his greenhouse. While normally not that big a deal, she couldn't help but be worried when she noticed he hadn't been inside for lunch. In fact, according to the Longbottom house elves, Neville hadn't eaten for most of the day.

But when Augusta went to check on him, she was shocked to see Neville standing in the middle of a cleared out area of his greenhouse, performing a series of punches and kicks. She had no idea, Neville knew anything about muggle fighting.

"Yes ma'am. My father is an accomplished martial artist and he trains me and my older brothers."

Of course, he must be learning from Harry Potter, Augusta realized. In truth only a year ago, she would've scoffed at the thought of learning how to fight without magic. But Harry had confirmed it was too skills, looked down upon by wizards, that allowed him to defeat Quirrell and now the Heir of Slytherin and fight a Basilisk (though she heard that simple phone had been what killed the beast.)

Still as pleased as she was too see, Neville working to improve himself, Augusta wanted him to come inside the manor and eat something. But Neville ignored her and just kept working on the last kata, Harry had taught him.

"Neville Longbottom!" Augusta scolded. "You come inside and eat this instant."

But Neville just kept on going.

Augusta sighed as she drew her wand, pointing it a Neville, thinking she'd just stun him and carry him inside for what would now be dinner. But to her surprise, Neville rolled under the spell, quickly jumped to his feet, and before she even knew what was happening had snatched the wand out of her hand.

Augusta didn't say anything as Neville placed her wand on a nearby table and went back to work. Maybe she should've complimented him on his reflexes, maybe she should've scolded him for not taking better care of himself and attacking his grandmother. But Augusta found she couldn't say a word, not when she just saw the angry tears running down Neville's face.

So she just turned and left, leaving Neville to work through the pain and grief plaguing him.

Hermione: "She's more than meets the eye" that's what Harry had said about her, when Hermione believed no one would ever want to be her friend. Yet Harry was the one to not only be the first to accept her for herself, it was through him that she got to befriend Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna.

The kind hearted boy that had forgiven her after she had caused them to try and break his family's secrecy. She never could've imagined how amazing her friend and his family were. She was honored to play a role in their adventures no matter how small.

And now her friend was out there all alone, struggling to hold on to his identity. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Hermione sat down at her desk and began researching snakes and their behavioral patterns, hoping that she could use the information to help bring Harry home.

Luna: Luna sat quietly in her room, focusing on the picture of the family picture, her mother had left in her mysterious notebook. Honestly she found herself without words after she heard about Harry's mutation. Harry was such a kind person; she didn't understand why he deserved to be alone in a city as large as New York.

Which was what brought her back to her mother's notes. While they were still encrypted, Luna had reasoned that her mother must've used some sort of cipher for her spell. Now she only had the problem of trying to identify the cipher but then she had use it to decode her mother's notes. As she got to work, Luna hoped that her mother had maybe developed a spell that could change Harry back or at least find him.

Ron: At the Weasley family home, The Burrow; Ron and the twins had been tasked by their mother to de-gnome the garden. A task that the youngest Weasley boy had used to let out some aggression, as he tossed the little buggers as viciously as he could.

"Bloody hell, Forge" said George. "I'd say ikkle Ronnie's in a bad mood."

"I agree, Greg" said Fred. "Best we try and put a smile on his face."

The twins were about to unleash their newest prank item on their sullen brother, when to their surprise, Ron spun on his heel and threw a gnome right at their invention, setting it off in a colorful cloud of smoke. When the dust cleared in place of Fred and George were a couple of dancing pineapples.

"Just leave me alone!" Ron snapped, walking away and leaving the twins to wait for their prank to wear off. Stupid noble prat.

Ron didn't even bother to wipe his tears as he headed for his room, ignoring his mother asking him about what was wrong. How am I supposed to explain my best friend went and got mutated into a snake monster?!

Ginny: Ginny had always been a tomboy, growing up with six older brothers would do that, but she had her softer moments too. If you mentioned it now, she'd punch you out- but Ginny used to be a huge fan of the whole boy-who-lived thing. Of course that all changed after she literally ran into him during his first trip to Platform 9 and ¾.

Ever since they had a real conversation, Ginny had given up on the whole marrying the boy-who-lived, finding she liked the actual Harry more than some story.

Now after hearing what had happened to him, she demanded Donatello send Dobby for her at least when they began the mission to track down and cure Harry.

I can't believe this could happen to you Ginny thought miserably, as she sat on her bed, tears running down her cheeks, while she stared at her T-phone; on the screen was a photo celebrating her first mission with the Turtles, when she and the rest of the Hogwarts crew were called in to help find Mr. O'Neil. Harry, please be ok, where ever you are.

AN: I know it's short but after the loss of Harry, I thought it'd be a good idea to see how each of his friends were reacting to the news. I admit I didn't plan for Neville's section to be the longest but that's just how it came out. Anyway, as always thanks for reading.