Disclaimer: I do not own the plot, the world, the characters, or any other aspect of the series Harry Potter written by J.K. Rowling. I do copy exact words from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" and I admit I do not own the text.

This plotline was original but it falls in line with the plot line of the seventh book.

DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE SEVENTH BOOK YET.

(Or "Oblivious"...)

Chapter One

Back At Hogwarts

Sophia Dune sat upon her four poster bed in the dormitory she had lived in for six years. It should be so familiar to her, but for some strange reason it felt cold and lifeless. She rested there, tracing her delicate fingers over the engraved initials on her golden locket. A tear trickled along her colorless cheek and her lips quivered. Her arms pushed against the bed and she strived to get onto her feet to stand up, but her feeble legs gave in. She collapsed onto her bed and detested herself for being so sluggish and weak. She was so frail, that she could break at any second. She was fragile in both her body and her mind. After the event that had happened at the end of last year, anybody would be.

The locket clicked open and the song captivated Sophia once more. It never failed to interest her, because it was the closest thing she had to him. Though she wanted nothing more to do with him, a part of her still longed for his presence. After what he had done, she wasn't quite sure if she could ever forgive him. But what did that matter now? It didn't look as though she was ever going to see him again. She hadn't laid eyes on him in the Great Hall during dinner that night, so she assumed he wasn't coming back to Hogwarts.

She fell back across her bed and stared up at the ceiling thinking about everything, but trying to focus on nothing. This past summer had been the most dreadful summer she had ever lived through. She didn't think she would make it, and was mournful that she did.

Life at Hogwarts this year was going to be horrid. Many students hadn't returned because their parents didn't want them in an unsafe school. Ever since the death of Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts began falling apart completely. The student body lessened and the staff didn't brighten the mood. They were gloomy and depressed just like everyone else.

What was confusing to most of the students was that Severus Snape had taken the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts. Everyone had assumed it would be Professor McGonagall, but evidently it wasn't. But what did Sophia care? Nothing mattered anymore. Not to her at least.

Sophia dreaded tomorrow, for tomorrow was the beginning of the worst year at Hogwarts yet.