Dedicated to the members of Dumbledore's Army.
Author's Note: All characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons is merely accidental and without intent. Harry Potter Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Prologue:
A young woman sat down in the mess hall with long curly brown hair. She was eyeing her breakfast of scrambled eggs, waffles and chocolate milk rapaciously. She had not eaten a proper meal since she had lunch yesterday. Despite her hunger, she checked her messenger bag first. She found her lanyard with her student ID and pulled it out of the bag. The ID carried her name: "Eleanor Meyerson", under the photo of her, which looked a little grim. Eleanor wondered if anyone at the student orientation had a good photo ID taken, but it did not matter to her. She smiled as her eyes caught the college logo, a maroon archway, above her photo and name. Today was Eleanor's first day of classes at a four-year college, and she was no ordinary 20 year-old transfer student. This made her more anxious, if possible, than an average college transfer student would normally be. Eleanor had grown up and was apart of a society – a world that still often ostracized those who chose the path that she was taking. It was foolish, dangerous and sometimes ended people in Eleanor's world in jail more often than not.
However, Eleanor was comforted that she was not alone, especially at this college and that her parents had encouraged this decision. Eleanor's stomach gave a lurch and she began to eat. She had barely finished moving into her door room the day before, despite it being a small room. She had practically skipped a normal meal over the chaos of packing what she needed, meeting her new roommates that she'd share an "apartment" with. That didn't bother her, she had shared a single dorm room with four roommates before at her boarding school for 7 years. She smiled to herself, thrilled that she was moving forward with her life and then she let out a quiet gasp. Eleanor dove her hand into her messenger bag in a state of panic. If she had lost it, if it had fallen out when she had shown her ID to get into the mess hall, she would be in serious trouble. It was something like this that made her more anxious about going to college than any almost all the students around her. However, the panic had ended almost as quickly as it started, her fingers had found what she was terrified of losing: her wand.