I'm on a roll at the minute :D ahaha. Hiii! The big bag thing happens in this chapter. See if you guessed right ahaha. Let's just say that everyone's reactions are not what Castor would have hoped for and this… well this makes him less than pleased. Remember to review!

Chapter seventeen: Castor's POV

A week or so had passed since my arrival back in the castle. I had spent most of my time with Luna, showing her my built up affection and love in secret and my friendship in public, we didn't want to reveal our relationship just yet, not with the whole Ernie thing still bubbling over. We'd just let people find out when they did. Still, it took all my effort not to hug her every time I saw her. We'd had two duelling sessions in the past week and I could tell that for some unknown reason Snape was getting more and more frantic with each day that went by. Luna however as always remained her positive happy self, uncaring to others taunts and cruel actions, she even didn't seem to care when she saw Ernie with Amy. Frankly they both were as foul as each other.

She'd just smile at me and I'd smile back, she knew that everything was better now, that she was better without Ernie.

I awoke with a groan, the dorm was already empty and with a sigh I silently cursed Fabian and Colin for not getting me up. I did my best to tame the wild bedhead but as usual it just stayed insanely messy even as I quickly ran my fingers through it in front of the mirror in a desperate attempt to make it look like I hadn't been dragged out of a hedge backwards.

I quickly got my uniform on, not caring much about how smelly I was or how unclean my shirt was, I was a teenage boy and therefore such things were expected of me.

I leapt down the stairs three at a time, a huge grin on my face as I headed into the bustling hall, Zacharias and Ernie both gave me silent glares but I ignored them. I had my friends and I had Luna that was all that mattered.

"Come 'ere!" I heard Fabian shout with his mouth full, I just managed to dodge a rather charming view of crunched up buttered toast as I looked over at the Ravenclaw table with a smile. Luna caught my eye and I did a little wave which caused a radiant beam of a smile to break out across her face, it seemed slightly different though, there was a look of concern in her eyes, of worry.

"Honestly Fabian you have no manners," Colin sighed, plopping his elbows down on the table, I found some relief in the fact that his hair was quite messy too.

I looked around and my eyebrows furrowed slightly, I could hear murmurings and whispers, people were pointing at me and then talking to their friends, each one with grave looks etched on their faces. I frowned even more as I surveyed the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron and Hermione were avoiding my gaze from their position just a bit up from me. I could hear them whispering but I couldn't make out any words. No one caught my gaze, one first year however did by accident make contact and he gave me a grave grimace before burying his head into his plate, as though he found something incredibly interesting amongst the bread that was there.

"What's going on?" I asked Colin, this was all wrong, I hadn't done anything had I? If people had found out about Luna and I she'd be getting looks too but she wasn't, I breathed a slight sigh of relief, that battle was for another day at least.

Colin looked up from his plate and began to wear a frown of confusion, somewhat identical to mine as he stopped being ignorant and oblivious to the other students, "No clue," he muttered seriously, his voice was deep and husky at that moment and it sent a sense of dread flooding through me. Whatever was going on I was sure that no one wanted me to find out.

"Hey Fred whys everyone giving Castor funny looks?" Colin asked the redhead who seemed to even gulp slightly as he turned his head slowly to face us, fear was etched in his eyes and my stomach dropped even more.

"Look at this," he said, he tossed us a Daily Prophet and I picked it up before Colin, and my eyes scanned the cover. Then, then my heart stopped beating.

'MASS BREAK OUT FROM AZKABAN,' was printed in big bold letters at the top, I could feel myself begin to shake and I could feel thousands of pairs of eyes all locked on me. Some were more subtle than others but I had no doubt that at that moment everyone was looking at me.

"What's is say?" Colin asked, concern in his voice as he noticed my deteriorating state.

I couldn't answer him though. I felt sick, I had lost all feeling in my legs, I was only able to shake and shudder as I dared myself to read on. Dared myself to look. Still, I reminded myself, allowing myself one last glimmer of hope before everything came crashing down on me. Before my world was broken, before nothing mattered. You don't know that it's… them…. It could be others, anyone else, please… please let it be someone else. I knew that it was just false hope though, before I had even began to read the article I knew that I would see it, their names. Them.

My eyes scanned the article, mass breakout, ten escapees, my eyes flickered to an interview with Cornelius Fudge, I was sure that whatever he would say would make me dislike him even more, the man was a spineless coward who hid behind his position, who liked to pretend that he knew what was happening in his world. That he could stop it but he was too scared to admit the truth… everyone was too scared to admit the truth.

"We have confirmed that ten high-security prisoners, in the early hours of yesterday evening, did escape. And of course, the muggle Prime Minister has been alerted to the danger. We strongly suspect that the breakout was engineered by a man with personal experience in escaping from Azkaban; notorious mass murderer Sirius Black, cousin of escapee Bellatrix Lestrange."

I could feel myself sweating as my eyes were filled with dread. My grip on the paper tightened, it was the mark of all my problems, all my pain and hate. It was Ernie, my parents, everyone who expected me to turn out just like them, who thought that my name, my blood, my heritage meant everything. My fingers worked like violent pythons, squeezing every last drop of life, of ink from every page on the paper. The fear consumed me like venom, like a rash, spreading dangerously fast across my body. It smashed into my lungs and I stopped breathing, only ragged half breaths came out. I could feel the scar on my torso begin to hurt again, the wounds of that day begin to reopen the psychological pain and suffering I had endured due to my own foolishness. I felt as though I was being suffocated by the news, the news that my parents, that ten Death Eaters were free. It blinded me.

How could he dare to say that Sirius was involved? If I knew anything about Sirius it was that he hated Death Eaters, he certainly hated my mother and father with a passion. He'd laugh at the idea of helping them with anything, let alone escape the most feared wizard prison where they should be kept for good.

I felt Colin and Fabian gain the looks that everyone else had as they too read the article, I wondered if they were afraid or sympathetic. Right now I couldn't care.

My eyes felt as though they were falling further and further in, becoming dark and brooding as they became sunken. I could feel my cheeks becoming gaunt and hollow, resembling the image on the front of the paper, of my mother as she sat screaming, bound in chains and rags, her hair strewn wildly around the place. Her eyes so like mine held that dark venoms glint that she was so well known for, where in her younger pictures she seemed sane, she just appeared sassy and confident there was a deranged element that flooded her eyes. A madness that had infested her so deeply that she could never be cleansed. She could never become that once youthful and beautiful woman that I saw in those photos.

I looked over to Neville, his face was pale and ghostly white, Hermione put her arm on his shoulder, doing her up most best to comfort him. I however didn't get the same reaction, everyone seemed to want to give me looks of sympathy but no one really wanted to be near me… encase I would somehow lead my parents to them. It was either sympathy or fear, there was more fear than sympathy. A lot of the younger kids eyes were filled with fear, a few even squeaked as I got up out of my place and began to make the slow walk to Dumbledore's place at the front of the Great Hall.

"Sir I need some fresh air," it was a simple sentence but everyone heard it, you could hear a pin drop in the hall as everyone watched my every move. Their eyes boring holes into my back. The words were laced with a deep seated anger and darkness which everyone heard but I didn't care, Umbridge gasped slightly at the malevolent 'don't mess with me' tone in my voice but she quickly stopped as my fierce gaze shifted slightly to glare at her. I thought with a sense of irony that my eyes no doubt held the same vicious look that my mother's did, the one look that I had wished so deeply to never see reflected but the one look that was at this moment my greatest friend as it silenced all.

Dumbledore gave me a weak smile, the same as the other sympathisers. As much as I thanked him and respected the man right now I didn't need his pity, I needed someone to hug me and tell me that it was all okay, to really show me pity instead of just a little smile. As no one would give me that I growled, feeling more and more anger flood into me as I started to move away, not even Colin or Fabian could look at me. No one truly wanted to comfort me, no one was truly my friend.

"What are you all looking at eh? Go back to eating," I growled, suddenly a thousand pairs of eyes turned to their food as a dull whispering resumed across the hall. I could feel myself change as I tapped into my darker side. My so called friends didn't care about me enough to even look at me, anyone who did care couldn't bring themselves to face the social implications of comforting me.

All I thought I had was gone and now, now all I had was my anger and a very bitter resolve. It was their fault that everyone now wouldn't talk to me and that they were now afraid of me. They were the cause of all my problems and for that they would pay. Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, your son's going to kill you.

Tell me, do you guys like this side of Castor? He won't be like this all the time but he feels hurt by everyone's reactions. Please leave your thoughts in a review! :P thank you all.