A/N: This actually takes place in the middle of The Angel Experiment after they save Angel, but before they head to New York. So no Voice, no Total. If there are multiple POV's in one chapter, it's most likely the same timeline. I'll make note if it's different. Have fun reading!

I OWN NONE OF THIS! NONE!
Draco: Which is why I'm currently living in her basement. Crazy Fangirl
Me: Aw, Dray! I knew you loved me back (Hugs)
Draco: GET OFF OF ME YOU FILTHY MUGGLE.
Me: I'm not a muggle! My letter just never came!
Draco: That makes you a muggle.
Me: MOVING ON-Here's the story!

Angel's POV

I wake up screaming. I can't remember the dream, but I'm covered in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. I'm half expecting someone to run in, only I remember that here, even if someone could here me, they most likely wouldn't care.

This is worse than the School. The room is large, but it's damp, stifling. The magic in the room presses on my head. I almost always have a headache here. I hold down a whimper. They hate it when I make noise. I learned that the hard way.

Loud, echoing footsteps fill the stone hall, and with a bang, the heavy wooden door floods the room with raw light, burning my eyes. I cover them in an attempt to salvage my sight, but I'm ripped to my feet and dragged from the room.

The door slams shut behind me, and I have a growing dread that I won't be going back.

? POV (You'll find out who later, but for now, who can guess where they are? Bonus points for who!)

I know that my eyes are searching for anything to focus on I can feel them moving. But it's too dark here. I wouldn't be able to see my hand inches from my face.

But I'm stuck. They all say there's no escape. And, even if you do get out, you're ruined. Insane. Lost. Consumed by your darkest memories. I curl myself into a tighter ball and try to remember something happy. Not that I had many happy memories to begin with.

I only remember her hair. I can't see a face anymore. Golden in the sunlight, windswept, streaked brown with mud and dirt, it's a shame I can't remember any more. I'm sure she's beautiful.

But I'm consumed by pain again. Bright lights and long halls flash in the back of my mind. Screams fill my ears. Ghostly, terrified screeches that don't exist outside of my deteriorating mind.

I lift my head, searching. For what, I'm not sure. I've given up on all hope.

Albus' POV (Different timeline—1st of September)

Noise filled the platform, surrounding the scarlet steam engine like the smoke it spews. We've said our goodbyes, gotten last hugs, promised that we'd come home for holidays, write often, and tell what houses Max, Iggy, Fang, and Nudge got into.

After meeting up with Hugo and Rose, we piled into a compartment that miraculously fit us all. James delved into descriptions of all the professors, heads of houses, and classes.

Then, we reached the houses. "They're all in Gryffindor," I explained, "But there are three other houses as well. Gryffindor's known for bravery, chivalry, and sometimes, rash behavior. Ravenclaw—another house—is known for intelligence and wit. Slytherins are cunning and ambitious—often mistaken for evil, but it's not true. Then there's Hufflepuff. They're really nice and loyal. Extremely friendly."

James interjected. "Usually called the house for misfits and outcasts."

"Be nice," Rose called. "Hufflepuffs are not outcasts, they're just not as out there as the other houses."

Max was looking at me in a weird way. "What?" I asked, suddenly feeling defensive.

"You said 'they're all' when describing the houses. Where are you?"

Crap. I was hoping they hadn't picked up on that. I turned slightly red. "Ah, well…"

"He's a Slytherin. First Potter ever. First Weasley ever." Lily was smirking at her older brother.

"Oh shut up!" I was kind of worked up now. "I just said there's nothing wrong with Slytherin. Dad said that there's nothing wrong with Slytherin."

"Didn't stop the weird looks when you came home best friends with Malfoy." James pointed out.

"Malfoy?" Fang asked. I think it was the first time I've heard him speak. "You mean the kid with the weird name?"

"Scorpius?" I asked. "Yeah, him."

"He's a prat."

"Is not!"

The entire compartment except for Fang and me started laughing.

"It's not funny!" I argued, "He's my friend!"

"Who's your friend?" A new, familiar voice questioned.

"You, Scorpius." I smiled up at him in the doorway.

Max settled into a glare. Uh-oh. This wasn't going to be good. Scorpius noticed her, and his face hardened as well. Shit.

"Guys…" I began, "Please don't."

Scorpius relented, "For you, Al, fine."

Max was not so keen in letting it go. "Aw, your little boyfriend's so nice Al," she sneered. I turned beet red. So did Scorpius.

"Well, at least one of us has manners," he shot back.

"I would expect you should having grown up in your fancy palace with your fancy parents." Was it just me, or did she sound slightly bitter? I still don't know much about these weird Americans.

Fang nudged Max on the arm. "Drop it." She looked like she was about to kill him, but soon followed his words. With a huff, she slumped back against the seat.

"Need a place to sit, Scor?" I asked.

"Thanks." He fell into his seat next to an unusually silent, slightly red Nudge. "So you're the new kids from America, huh? I think the entire school knows about you by now."

"Great," Max sighed. "More attention."

Scor shrugged. "It's not like there are a ton of kids at Hogwarts. Only about forty kids a grade, times seven years…two-hundred and eighty."

This didn't seem to comfort them at all. An announcement rang through the halls: "Robes on! We'll be arriving soon!"

This was going to be an interesting year.

Draco: So...am I in this at all?
Me: You were. two chapters back.
Draco: Is that it? I'm OLD?
Me: We'll talk about your self-confidence issues later, Draco. Until Next time!

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