A/n: Alright, I'm starting to add writing back into my daily life so hopefully I'll get back to a regular update for this and then go back and finish the last few chapters of my other story! Thanks to anyone who's stuck with me!

Dis- I don't own anything (xcpt the idea of meshing the two stories together in the way i did)

Wyatt,

You're a real prick, you know. Telling me lie after lie about dad and mom. I will not be coming back and do not come looking after me. I was with you because I had nowhere else to go and I couldn't lose my life completely after the attack from Ester. I've recently discovered where I'm supposed to be. You've gone bad, Wyatt, and I can't follow you anymore. I can't deal with the constant killings and torture. You're sick. Until now, I thought there was still some of the old you left, but there isn't. Hopefully you can be saved, but until then, goodbye. I need to get on with my life. -Chris

Rereading every word, sitting in his leather study chair, Wyatt forcefully threw his glass against the wall in anger and sprang up to a standing poise. The rage was boiling under his skin. How could Chris do this to him? Betraying everything they've worked for? The fury overwhelmed his being and his breathing became fast and heavy. Terrible thoughts were rushing through his head as he stormed out of the room.

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His plan had gone almost flawless in his head, but as Chris began going through the Book of Shadows, he began to have concerns. The plan was simple, yet complicated to the highest level. He had to get out of Hogwarts, sneak into the palace back 'home' and leave formally in front of the press- all without dying. A clean cut to the ties he had to the misery and devastation going on in North America. Where, when the class learns the truth, he doesn't have to deny who he is or his past, and he may be justified in their minds. Getting passed the security in the palace was going to difficult, and Chris knew that. Entering won't be a problem, though navigating once inside may be rough.

He flipped through the aged pages of the holy book of magic, he jotted down spells and potions he needed for protection. Chris knew, he would be considered at traitor for simply going missing and he's sure that Wyatt left clear rules about him. He is to be left alone for Wyatt and that is that. Disobeying Wyatt is punishable by demise, and is all too frequently done. All Chris could hope for if Wyatt catches him, is a quick killing.

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"Hi," Hermione sat down on one of the comfy couches around the fire near a girl she was determined to find out about. "I'm Hermione, in case you don't know."

"Hey." Bianca looked up from her book and smiled at a familiar face. Moving during second term last year was traumatic and she still didn't know everyone's name. "I'm Bianca. I saw you in the great hall earlier today, I think. Were you sitting next to a redhead and that Harry kid?"

"Yeah, I was. Then you called me a stalker and made out with the new kid." Hermione said, not accusatory, but more as a joke.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said about you." Bianca apologized immediately.

"Don't be, it's fine. I was just kidding." Hermione's words seemed to calm Bianca down a bit. "So how do you know Chris? I mean it's one coincidence that the only two transfer students in a our grade are so close."

"It's complicated." Bianca responded. "It's kind of personal. It's just, I barely know you and I'm sorry."

"Oh," Hermione's enthusiasm deflated. "It's fine. Why don't we start with something not so, secretive? Do you have a favorite color?"

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There was only one safe place Chris knew where he would be able to get hold of the materials he needed for the potions, and so, he was making his way to the depths of the dungeons. The ingredients were easy enough to locate, but convincing their owner may be a stretch. At the door to the potion's room, he stopped and knocked on the door. The uncertainty he felt concerned his conscience. Stuck in confliction about whether the plan would work, for the first time he realized the negatives even if it succeeded.

What would become of the Americas with out him to restrain Wyatt? Wyatt… Chris would be severing every connection with his brother, and he wondered if it were for the best. His best friend growing up would be gone the moment he walked in the castle. The deep betrayal that was going to happen could completely destroy Wyatt and turn him further into the beast he'd become. Chris, however, was terrified about what happen to him. Will he be alive tomorrow to see the sunset? Or will he be in chains miles under his old home, in the dungeons and torture chambers, having to face every person down there, knowing he is the reason for their suffering? Only one thing was certain, win or lose, it was going to take a hell of a lot of emotional and physical strength just to get through the night. Lost in deep thought, Chris accidentally passed the door to Professor Slughorn's room and shot right beyond Snape's. So after wandering lost for a few minutes, he looked up to figure out where he was and watched as the wall to his left shifted into a door. So due to natural curiosity, he pushed open the door and walked into a world he hadn't seen since his fourteenth birthday.

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"Hey, Hermione." Harry called as he walked through the common room to the sitting area near a fire, in dirty quidditch attire. He took a seat next to Hermione and she moved out of the way to her right. Bianca was silent and returned back to her book.

"Hey," Hermione responded awkwardly, noticing the change in Bianca's behavior to Harry's entrance. "Um, Bianca, this is Harry. Harry, meet Bianca. We were talking about her sister. Apparently she's in Ginny's year. Isn't that such a coincidence?"

"Really? That's cool." Harry engaged in the conversation. "Are you guys close?"

"Closer than most. I'd do anything just to know she's safe." Bianca answered quickly, but chose her words carefully. All thoughts in her head that should be on this conversation, or even her sister, moved to the topic of Chris. "So how about you? Are you close with your family?"

"Uh," Harry uttered not a word. He grew inconsiderably quiet to what he knew that in her perspective to be perfectly innocent. With silence among them, Bianca looked desperately and Hermione, trying to understand. Harry cleared his throat before he continued. "Let's just say I never got the chance to get to know my parents. They were killed when I young. I live with my aunt and uncle now."

"Oh, I didn't mean to bring up bad feelings, I apologize. With everything that happened freshman year with the Hal- with the Wyatts, I understand. At least you've got your aunt and uncle, some family to stay with." Bianca said in all sincerity.

"Yeah," Harry said bitterly, glancing at Hermione. "At least I have the Dursleys'."

"Freshman year… why does that sound so familiar?" Hermione directed at Harry.

"You're the genius, Hermione. If you can't figure… You know I think Chris may have mentioned it." He was loud and clear when he said it and Bianca finally realized the reason they were talking to her. An interrogation, all they want is information about Chris, and I just served it to them on a cold platter, she thought. She stood up automatically and felt a tear budging its was to the surface. Feeling betrayed, and feeling that she betrayed Chris by letting them piece the two together, she didn't know what to do. "You okay?"

"You know, I was a bit confused on why you, Harry, would want to talk to me, but Hermione? I thought we were just passing time, like friends? But now I see all you wanted to use me for was information about Chris' past because he won't say anything to you, and he has a good platform on why he shouldn't tell you. You manipulative little players." She turned and walked off, leaving an enraged Hermione and confused Harry.

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Back in the Room of Requirements, Chris walked into a place that only existed in his dreams. As he spent the moment taking in every detail of the room, he saw it. Rushing across the squeaky floorboards of the attic, he ended at the potion cabinet, filled with everything he needed. With his hands on the vials, he was antsy with relief, and suspicion. The pressing matter at hand flashed across his mind, but the urge to stay was over whelming. With guilt running through his veins, he slowly opened the door revealing the Manor's interior just as he remembered. He could almost smell the chocolate chip cookies baking downstairs as he walked further down the hall towards the staircase. He was, however, forced to pause when he reached his old room.

Having no sense of familiarity and comfort in his room at the palace, seeing his old room made him to sigh. He walked across the mess on the floor to the wall on the far side of the door. The pictures stuck on with sticky tac and posters taped up caused an onslaught of old memories revolving around his old life. He took a moment to appreciate them before it occurred to him that if he could take the potions, he could probably take them, too. So he stripped the wall of them all. At this point he thought it best to get a bag and grabbed his old backpack after searching though everything, putting the materials inside of it. On his way out, he caught a glimpse of light reflecting off of something and he went towards it. It was the sun resting on the screen of his mp3 player, the same iPod in his pocket, now. Thinking he should take it with him and sell it on ebay, he suddenly felt bad and put it down.

"Hey, what are you doing? Your room looks even messier than usual." The teasing voice echoed in Chris' head forever more and his snapped around and froze, speechless.