Change is an alarming but necessary aspect of life, you can't not change, the world is clockwork, and we are the gears, so we must keep turning. But sometimes, people can change for the worse.

I wasn't exactly cheerful, but compared to now I was pleasant. I passed my studies with a breeze. My OWL's were the highest in the class. I was in a downward spiral of modesty and revolting good moods. But of course the past few years have been… let's just say more than ordinary.

I guess the first inkling of trouble began on a rather reminiscent Tuesday. And we were in the middle of celebrating the Potter's Day feast. For those who don't know Potter's Day marked the anniversary of the Murder of Lord Voldemort. When child enigma Harry Potter fulfilled the prophecy and rid the world of the Dark Lord. I started school at Hogwarts a year later, you never would have thought great battles were fought in this place, everything was brand new, but yet it seemed old and rustic at the same time.

You wouldn't have believed my surprise when I received my acceptance letter, Muggle born, mundane; nothing seemed very exceptional about me. Until I learnt that those odd things happening to me all these years wasn't coincidence. I had always been reclusive and stayed away from everyone else. After getting my letter it was to my utter realisation that I'd never had an actual friend before. When I started school I decided to start anew and gave an actual effort to make friends. These people were the same as me, now I had people I could relate to.

So it came that after I Etrius Blake of Ravenclaw was sorted, I found my people. Or more, person. An utter recluse of the name Isaac Earner, he was blonde and bespectacled. Some fourth years had put a pack of filibuster in his trunk and set it off as he was trying to lug it up the stairs into the boy's common room. I put a neat bat bogey hex I learnt over the holidays on the fourth years. I earned two weeks detention but after earning Isaac's friendship I decided it was worth it.

So there we were, four years later, positioned at the Ravenclaw table listening to Headmistress McGonagall giving another speech about Harry Potter.

"I was there after his parents died." She said gravely, I resisted rolling my eyes at her over-used story, "He was so small, you'd never believe all the things he would grow up to be. And so it came on that day, Harry Potter's parent's died, shocking the wizarding world at the Dark Lords defeat. Harry Potter was laid on the doorstep of Number four Privet Drive, and he was condemned for years of not knowing his true bloodline and abilities. It was in one of my classes with him that I noticed-"

I blanked out, I wanted to speak to Isaac under my breath but any noise in the Great Hall was echoed for everyone else to hear unless everyone else was talking. McGonagall continued for another few minutes, but I could tell she knew the students were getting weary, especially the Slytherins. She ended her speech, the students clapped, and our banquet materialised before our very eyes. I was starving, and I quickly heaped my plate with mountains of roasted chicken and potatoes.

"I thought that would never end." Isaac muttered, pushing his glasses back into his face. With our green eyes and blonde hair, we could have easily been mistaken for brother and sister. Isaac had no siblings though, like me.

"Hey Etrius," an Irish boy named Ferdinand Newick leaned across the table, "You attending Harry Potters speech day?"

I rolled my eyes. "No." Every year on the Potters week The Boy who lived himself visited all the wizarding schools, giving speeches on courage and friendship and all that god-awful stuff. I attended the first one, everyone was all riled up but I didn't know what all the fuss was about. Just some dude with a scar, blabbing. I got bored, and studied in the common room instead. It was mandatory but I always got out of it.

"Why not?" Ferdinand asked. I shrugged. Ferdinand muttered a 'whatever' and went back to his roast; Isaac was nibbling quietly on his.

After dinner I headed back to the Ravenclaw tower, I went into the common room and plonked myself down in a squashy blue armchair next to the fire, its flames especially charmed to burn the colours of Ravenclaw, blue and bronze. I spent the next few hours studying in the common rooms. Then eventually I fell asleep.

"Wake up!"

"Ugh?"

"Etrius wake up!"

"Ah!"

I would have jolted upright, but I already was in that armchair, all I could do was rock forwards sending my book on Werewolves to the floor. My head barely missed smashing into Isaacs's nose, his bright green eyes sparkled with fear.

"What's wrong?" I asked, now noticing the whole Ravenclaw house was packed into the common room, most still in their pyjamas, I was still in my robes from yesterday.

"There's been an attack!" Isaac said, my eyes widened.

"In the school?" The events of five years ago still haunted most of the people there; an attack was certainly going to rouse everyone.

"No, outside."

"What happened?" I glanced up at the clock, 2:00 am.

"Some muggles were murdered. But it's not who was murdered that's terrifying everyone, it's who murdered them."

"Who was it?"

Isaac hesitated.

"Who was it?" I repeated.

"They're back," He said nervously, "The Death Eaters have returned."