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It's been 19 years since Voldemort was defeated, and the peace has been kept surprisingly well. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry once again became one of the safest places in the wizarding world, and regular life resumed. A young girl named Enna, who is currently in her Fourth Year at Hogwarts, starts experiencing black outs more and more frequently as time progresses. What she has trouble figuring out, though, is why this is happening to her. Does it have something to do with her mysterious past? Or is it maybe the sign of trouble brewing? Only time will tell. Of course things aren't as simple as that. Along with her ongoing questions of 'why' she has to take place in a bias going on between muggle borns and pure bloods. Only this time it's different than before.


September 1st, the start of a new school year, started out like any other year. Confused and nervous First years were bustling about, the Seventh years were walking around like they were all that, and there was an anxious atmosphere that almost everyone could feel - and was even adding to. Children waved at their parents, parents hugged their children, tears were shed, laughter was rand, and all the while no one cared to notice a young looking girl making her way through King's Cross Station.

The girl was notably small, her dull red hair seemingly amplified by her hurry, making it seem like embers catching fire. In all honest she looked like Second year, or maybe even a First, not at all appearing as old as she really was. Truthfully, she didn't care. If people underestimated her then that was their mistake, wasn't it?

After a sharp turn the girl found herself in front of Platform Nine and Three Quarters, a grim expression on her pale little face. If anyone had bothered to look in her way they might have thought she looked a tad bit sick, and would have perhaps worried over her chalky paler. Really, though, it was nothing new. She always looked this way: and she was proud of her appearance. She wasn't the most pretty girl, had never been quite popular, and didn't fit many people's ideal opinion of what a witch should be. But, again, she was who she was. She was born this way, and she saw no need to hide that.

A fluffy black cat was plucked off the floor and into the girl's arms, held tightly in an embrace against her chest, and then suddenly she was off. Pushing her cart ahead of her she ran straight into the platform, not even flinching. Just like that, she disappeared. No one noticed. No one had been looking. Muggles these days were so unobservant that it was really no wonder that they had been biased against before. They took things as they were and didn't ask questions. Foolish, really.

For a few minutes the fourteen year old just stood there, admiring the commotion around her. It was truly amazing how many people came to Hogwarts each year, and even more amazing that she was used to it. This was nothing. Pink lips parted in a sigh at the sight of a mother tightly embracing her daughter, wiping away the poor girl's tears. It was probably a First year. They usually always cried. It was nothing new, nor nothing to be made fun of.

"Enna!" She was shook out of her own thoughts by the sound of a high pitched voice putting emphasis on the last syllable of her name, the sound of it nearly making her jump. She Enna whirled around, her coat swishing around her fragile-seeming body, and she was greeting with the all too familiar sight of her best friend. "Enna, you won't believe how excited I am! Fourth years! Can you believe it!? I just can't wait until our first trip to Hogsmead."

She couldn't help it. A small laugh made its way out of her, and she quickly lifted a hand to her mouth, muffling the sound. Her excitable friend somehow always made everything seem less serious. Which really that was one of the reasons she enjoyed her company so much. Evana Malfoy was truly something. She had white looking hair, skin paler than Enna, and ice blue eyes, giving her the typical look that mostly all of her family had.

The Malfoys were a notable family, one that most in the wizarding world. They had played a big part in the war, or at least an important enough one so as that it was remembered. Draco Malfoy, a seemingly somewhat cold man, had given birth to three children, the youngest being Evana. The Malfoys had changed. Though they were still a respected and revered family, they weren't active muggle haters anymore, and - in fact - the Malfoy's eldest child was in a relationship with a muggle born. Still, despite all of this, Evana was still a rare creature. She was outgoing, friendly, loud, and eccentric, but she was always able to make people smile. Don't make the mistake of saying that she shouldn't be a Slytherin, though, oh no. Whenever the time called she was just as cunning and ambitious as all Slytherins should be. And she was truly a great friend.

"You know, if you don't stop blubbering and start walking we're going to miss the train!" Almost as if her words had called for it, the train's whistle blew, signaling that all students needed to be onboard the train within five minutes. Enna smirked knowingly at her friend, before her expression fell into her usual embodiment of indifference.

Just like that another school year began, no one suspecting that things would be changing drastically, and all too soon. No one even suspected that the peace would be interrupted so drastically, or the major role Enna would play in it. Just like The Boy Who Lived, Enna Weasley would be remembered. For good or for bad is yet to be known.