Anastasia and Joan Greene were sitting on the train back to Hogwarts. J shifting nervously and had been the entire train ride. Anastasia, with her short black hair, light brown eyes and pale skin, looked at her younger sister Joan and whispered, "Everything will be fine. I promise." She took Joan's hand in hers and squeezed it. Of course, everything wasn't fine. Dumbledore was dead, the death eaters had taken over school, and no one had heard from the Golden Trio since the beginning of the summer when the Death Eaters attacked Bill Weasley's wedding. But how could Anastasia tell Joan that? She was 12 years old and probably had a better chance of surviving if Anastasia kept her mouth shut. Joan was a second year Slytherin; Anastasia was a seventh year Ravenclaw. They were siblings, both half-blood. They could prove that they had magical blood because they lived with their mom who was a witch, but it was only a matter of time before someone found out how much their mom hated Voldemort and his death eaters. It was only a matter of time before someone found out that Anastasia was a part of Dumbledore's Army and that even though Joan was manipulative, mean, and cold hearted, she would stand with Anastasia through thick and thin.