Okay, I know that you guys are reading this. I get traffic everyday. Please tell me if you like it! That's all I want!

I am so sorry if this sounds rushed. I've been baking all day, and tomorrow we are cooking our Thanksgiving Dinner. I hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving in the states!

Harry grumbled as he sat in the cafeteria during lunch. He hated that Elias wouldn't be with him. It was already two months into school, and he was grumpy. The fourteen year old, was sour to everyone that tried to talk to him, that day. Even his friends. The teachers didn't even try, knowing that his mate was normally with him. Three years, they spent every single day together. Before that, they'd spent six before a few years apart. The teachers had been told how the boy had reacted last time.

"Okay, enough, Harry!" Mira Klipto said, crossing her arms as she sat across from him. "Eli writes you everyday. You'll see him on Christmas, so what is the problem?"

"Did you know my parents died today?" The whole table fell silent. The hall followed. "That my mother gave her life just so I could live?"

"Harry-"

"Every year, since I deaged myself, I've had family or Elias with me today! Leave me alone! I'm going to bed." With that, the boy, who hadn't eaten all day, went to his room that he shared with Elias just last year. He froze in the door way.

A small boy was placing things away jerkily. Sea blue eyes had tears falling down, cheeks and eyes a puffy red. His skin was pale, and he had hair that was flashing from black, to red, to dark blue. The metamorphangus was wearing a black shirt, with the Weird Sisters logo, tight jeans, and a pair of boot. On his head, keeping his short messy hair down, was a silver beanie hat. The blue-green eyes met green.

"Um...hello?" Squeaked the small kid.

"Hi...what are you doing in my room?"

"They put me here...I don't want to be here though!" Harry groaned, "shut up! You don't know what I've been through!"

"Oh? Try me."

"My mother was killed in front of me!" Harry's heart went to the boy then and there.

"Oh...oh, now I get it!" Harry sat down on his bed. "My mum did too. Killed with the killing curse. I remember every time a dementor or Bogart is near."

"Bogart?"

"It's a Dementor." The boy's mouth fell open in shock. "I'm Harry Potter."

"Damien, Damien Balthazar." Damien whispered, eyes misty in wonder. "You're really Harry Potter?"

"Yes, why?"

"Are you planning on helping defeat the new bad guys?"

"New bad guys?" The boy deflated.

"You don't know? How can you not know about them!" Harry flushed, feeling ashamed for some reason as tears filled his eyes.

"We don't get the paper, and no one ever mentions these people to me! They leave me alone! I had a shit life before! While I don't remember it, my body kept it's scars! I've been abused, tortured too!" Harry looked down at the floor. "This is my redo. My starting over. Don't you get it? I'm not a savior anymore. I like potions over defense against the dark arts." Harry closed his eyes before he stood up. "Excuse me."

"I'm sorry." Harry nodded jerkily before racing ten doors down. Mira's roommate, Kayla, was the one to open the door.

"Hi, Harry. Mira's in the show-nevermind, come in. Sit down, or lay down even. You look horrible."

"Thanks." Harry replied dryly. The girl laughed, pushing him onto Mira's bed. "Okay, what's wrong, green eyes."

"My new roommate." The girl frowned. "I said it was fine. I'm sleeping on Elias's bed."

"Still, are you sure?"

"I rather have a newbie in the room with me, than be alone, Kayla."

"Oh. What did he say?"

"Did you know there is a new bad guy group?" The girl flinched, "so it's true? Were you all trying to keep me in the dark?"

"Honestly? Yes. We didn't want you to get it into your head that you had to fight again."

"How come no one else has tried anything?"

"Because until today, everyone else has been warned. You have friends here, Harry. More than you realize."

"I know I do, Kay, but to keep me in the dark about a new Dark Organization? Isn't that a bit stupid? What if they had taken me because I was ignorant of their existence?"

"Oh...we hadn't thought of that." Harry snorted, closing his eyes as he played with the dragon ear ornament. "That's pretty. Is it new?"

"I got it once upon a time from Elias. I was sixteen, I think. Sirius said I was responsible enough to have it back now."

"Oh."

"So what are these guys called?"

"Death's Exiles." Harry shivered at the way she said that with a hollow voice. "Rumor has it, Bellatrix LeStrange is leading them." The teen boy paled, "we didn't tell you, because Elias said you weren't ready. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I'm heading to bed. See you tomorrow, Kay. Tell Mira that I'm sorry about snapping at her."

"Okay, I will."