Martin Lasalle was the Magical Attache at the Embassy of United States of America. It was a quite problematical appointment dealing with a closed and completely archaic society. He had enough foresight to know that The British Ministry of magic did little to nothing to care for any muggle raised children. He and his Canadian colleague were meeting the Hogwarts Express to see if any orphans or muggle-borns had slipped through the evacuation net. All children in the capital and major cities had been evacuated on mass last September. Some of the children arriving home today would have no where to go to as they had fallen through the muggle evacuation system and neither Headmaster Dippet nor Minister Cavanagh cared for muggle problems, as magical families took care of their own.

Olive Hornby and Tom Riddle stood to the side at Kings Cross Station out of the way of families collecting their sons and daughters, nieces, nephews and cousins. Olive sniffed, she had no idea who was collecting her. The dark haired first year lived in Portsmouth. Her father was in the Merchant Navy and her mother had stopped answering her letters. She had spouted forth her entire disgusting muggle background to Tom Riddle, focusing on the boy who made hand me downs into smart clothes through his excellent spellwork. He could pass for upper middle class, not the boy who had grown up Wool's workhouse and orphanage in Bethnal.

The prefects in Slytherin and Hufflepuff had not cared about the two outsiders. Nor did many care of the War between Germany and Britain, nor the fall of France. Grindelwald, as a foreign Dark Lord, hardly concerned then as the present Ministry of Magic policy was isolationist in the extreme, with no aid or help for those fleeing the growing terror.

At 4:35, the concourse by platforms 9 and 10 had cleared. Only the two children remained. The smartly dressed diplomat then approached with Madam Pilkington-Smith, his Canadian counterpart.

"Good Evening, young sir, miss. My name is Mr. Lasalle. This is Madam Pilkington-Smith. We are representatives of the International Confederation of Wizards Red Cross Committee for Orphans and Evacuees. You require lodgings and we will see where to send you. I take it you are both muggle born?"

Tom looked a bit cross, it was typical that the Matron and not informed him that his lodgings had changed. He knew she corresponded with the school occasionally, but he was nearly 14, old enough to apprentice or get a job. Schooling for his sort was a luxury. "I can find employment and lodgings for myself, Mr. Lascalle." Riddle stated stiffly.

"We'll go to the Canadian Embassy for tea, shall we. You both look hungry. There we will see what our option are." The grey haired witch stated firmly. Madam Smith was of a mind that magical children were educated to their full potential and this young wizard was wearing a full set of self transfigured clothes. This boy was talented and if those fools at Hogwarts were happy to leave him to fend for himself they did not derive such a prize pupil.