"The Dark Lord will rise again-like heck he will" Dragon lay on her bed, raped up in her thoughts. "I have no idea if it would be safe to go back to the wizarding world, may be safer to live in the muggle side of fanfic land." she mused, thinking seriously about not returning to Hogwarts the next year. Dragon was going into her fifth year at Hogwarts. She was in Ravenclaw. Of course she was wondering, along with all the other wizards from the ages of 11 to 17, weather or not to go back. No one expected what happend last year, when Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff prefect, was killed by none other than Lord Voldemort. She shook her head furiously and tried to consentrate on her homework. "Oh god, I can't make this work, who cares about the astrology and Divination! I give up, stupid paper!" She pounded on the peice of parchment on her desk and then laughed. "I know, who cares if Trewlawney gets mad, I am not going to predict this crap!" She put her quill in it's bottle and walked into town for a newspaper.
After she had copied down the horrorscopes onto her paper, Dragon lay on her bed, watching her glow-in-the dark stars and planets slowly fade away until her room was dark with no eerie green light in it. Then she went to sleep.
Dragon woke up the next morning feeling very confident and well-rested. She WOULD return to Hogwarts, it is safe where Dumbledore is, and all that would be hapening there that year would be Quiddich, no Triwizard (Tri?) Tournement, no strange stones, no nothing out of the ordinary, unless you count that Sirius Black was still running loose, but no one was too woried about him. No unusual things at the school, but You-Know-Who was still haunting everybody, starting the next rise with Cedric. And everybody was scared.
When the day to bored the train came, Dragon was all exsited. Her world was now Hogwarts again. On the platform, she met her best friend, Gallie Rasmandon. She was so happy to be back in the wiarding world.
