Hello Guys! Here it is, my loverly second installment to the Originals series! Woot! Happy Dance Hope you enjoy my little brain child!

They were surrounded by ferns and trees grew everywhere around them. The air blew the scent of strawberries towards them. A figure dressed in black was staring up at the trees, gazing through the canopy at the stars above. Minerva moved slowly her bare feet moving silently across the soft moss that covered the ground. The figure, who she now saw to be a boy, did not move his white hair moving slightly in the wind. Minerva's eyes widened, white hair... "Crispin?" she called softly laying a hand on the boy's shoulder. The boy turned around slowly and suddenly Minerva wished he hadn't. Her hands flew to cover her mouth stifling her screams. Crispin's face was covered in blood, trails of dark red dripping from his eyes, ears, and mouth. He slowly advanced toward her, blood bubbling from his mouth as he tried to speak. Minerva backed away sobbing trying to get away from him, but he caught her by the shoulder, sputtering blood onto her dress. "Minerva...please...help me." He said blood dripping from his mouth like a red waterfall.

Hogwarts Express 1921

"Minerva! Minerva! Wake Up! God somebody get help!" Albus's voice was loud and he sounded scared. Minerva opened her eyes seeing Albus's face staring over her, his eyes wild. "Minerva!" he cried upon seeing her awake. "Oh thank Merlin your alright, I sent Alfred to get help. Now you just sit down and..." his voice trailed off into nothingness worry preventing him from saying more. Minerva grimaced sitting up; she had fallen against the seat, and placed a hand to her head to stop the pounding.

"What happened?" she groaned. Albus frowned "You don't remember?"

"All I remember is falling asleep. What happened?"

Albus's frown grew "Oh you fell asleep alright, you started to have this nightmare I think" he paused for breath "I couldn't wake you up and then you started screaming about something...it was horrible." He finished sounding glum. Minerva shut her eyes as the pounding slowly faded. "Is that when you went to get help?"

Albus flashed a tired smile. "Yeah, but you seem fine now...I hope Alfred didn't rile everyone up too much..." he said glancing out the compartment window as if checking for a stampede. Minerva sighed, "I doubt it."

Seeing about ten people run down the hall to her compartment, apparently followed by the whole train. Albus chuckled "Well this year is starting out quite nicely, shame Crispin isn't here to see it." Their friend hadn't been at the platform to board the train.

"See what?" came a voice from behind them. Albus jumped while Minerva just smiled. "Crispin, Your late." She said turning to see her friend grinning on the seat next to her. "I'm sorry, more so for what I missed, what happened?" Crispin asked staring out the window to see the stampede of people. Albus finally found his voice still reeling from the fright Crispin's sudden appearance had given him. "Where the Hell were you?!" he cried.
Crispin only smiled.

The Great Hall was aflame with the news of what had happened aboard the train. Minerva could barely sit down without being mobbed by questions or followed by stares. Albus and Crispin acted as her bodyguards sitting on either side of her, shooting down questions, and halting stares with a few cold glares.

"Don't they have anything else to do?" Crispin growled as a large fifth year tried to fire a question toward Minerva. "No" Albus said dryly "Were in Hogwarts, where apparently magic only occupies the mind for so long."

Minerva smiled a silent thanks to both of them. "They'll forget as soon as the first years arrive, the sorting always captures their attention." She said turning her eyes toward the entrance to the Great Hall. The large doors opened as if on Minerva's command, the tiny first years entering the hall with nervous glances. The whole hall flew silent and their eyes followed the new students, knowing smiles on their faces. Crispin leaned over to Minerva and whispered softly into her ear. Cold shivers ran down her spine as his voice fell upon her ear like crushed velvet. "Maybe this year will be as interesting as the last." He crooned happily. Minerva smiled "Hopefully not AS interesting" she whispered back.
Crispin chuckled "Minerva meet me after the feast, bring Albus, I need to talk." His tone grew serious. Minerva raised an eyebrow but was silenced by the start of the sorting ceremony. She had a bad feeling about this.