Prologue - The Boy
As Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger made their way through the ever-stretching corridors of Hogwarts, they noticed a young boy sat on the moving staircase. As the stairs made their way over to where the trio were stood, Hermione rushed over to the boy and sat down next to him.
"Hey, you okay?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, his eyes red with sadness and despair.
"Yeah...yeah I'm okay." the boy said, wiping away his tears on his robe. Hermione raised her eyebrows and gave a weak smile.
"No you're not. You can talk to me." Hermione said, as the two boys came over and awkwardly stared at the situation. The boy was wearing rounded glasses like Harry, although his robes were blue and gray, the colours of Ravenclaw.
"There were two boys in my class. My Divination class, they were saying that I had the Grim. They said I was gonna be killed by Voldemort, since he came back last year." the boy said, his bottom lip quivering as he spoke. Hermione smiled sympathetically, and stood up, gesturing for the boy to stand up with her.
"What's your name?" Hermione asked, as the Ravenclaw boy also stood up and wiped away his tears.
"Matthew Ollivander. Yeah, like the wand-maker. He's my great uncle." Matthew said, chuckling a little as he said it. He evidently got a lot of questions about his family.
"Look, Voldemort may be back, but he can't harm you. Hogwarts is the safest place in the world for you to be right now. Those boys were just being nasty." Hermione said, reassuring Matthew of his safety.
"Yeah. I guess so. Thanks." Matthew smiled and ran up the stairs towards his next class. Hermione smiled to herself and then turned to Harry and Ron, only to see that they had disappeared. She sighed to herself and shook her head, treversing over to the North Tower.
