King's Cross was as it normally was. 'Dora sighed, she had been coming here for the past six years, and this year would be no different. People would either be playing tricks on her, or they would, as she expected more than the other, be trying to give her more awards. You would think that she was some goddess or something, but that was definitely not the case. She wasn't even sure what they saw in her, but they saw something. Her brother, Michael, stood next to her, being a year under her. He scratched his head absentmindedly.

"Ready sis?" he asked, not even looking at 'Dora, but focusing on the vast amounts of parents that were seeing their children off. It had been too long since she had her mother to see her off, a year to be exact. Mainly it was because during the previous year of her attendance to Hogwarts, her mother had become ill and died right before Christmas holidays. However, she was lucky that she was to come of age during that time, and was thus able to continue the care for her brother. But the question still lingered. Was she ready?

"More than I will ever be," came her quiet reply in her soft tone. She brushed a few strands of her silver-blond hair out of her face. Drawing in a breath, she took a few strides forward, her trunk following her intently as though being guided by some creature. Michael followed his sister, pulling his trunk as he followed. People glanced her way, some of them she could tell were only smiling to be polite, and some were only smiling because their parents were near, and they didn't want their parents to know what hoodlums they were.

When she made it to the cargo departments of the Train, she flicked her wand and the Trunk lifted off the ground and fitted itself into the compartment. She flicked her wand at her brothers, who repeated the process. Michael caught the nearest door and allowed his sister to walk through. She smiled, and the two parted ways. She walked towards the front of the train, he walked towards the back of it. She stopped before she came to a cabin in which the Prefects and the Head Boy would preside. She put a smile on her face, however forced it was, and pushed the door open. Hannah Potter, and young Septimus Malfoy sat in there alone, their mouths locked together as though breathing into each other in order to survive.

Hannah was only a sixth year, and Septimus had just become of his fifth. Both of whom were in the house Slytherin. She smiled curtly towards the two, and turned as a few more people walked in. Once they had seated themselves a boy, one that she would have rather steered clear of, for more reasons than she would dare speak, walked in.

"As you all know, Prefects and the Head Boy, and Girl, are to meet here in this cabin before the train takes off. The reasoning behind this, is because one, we must greet the newest additions to the prefect rank," his eyes drifted over to Malfoy, who was now staring at him intently, his tongue nowhere near that of Potter's, "And to introduce the older ones," he looked at everyone else, avoiding 'Dora's gaze.

"Now, I am, as I am sure you most likely know, Arcturus Riddle. I will have no abbreviations for my name, and you will address me as Arcturus if you dare speak to me at all," he smiled politely, those dark eyes penetrating them all, "I am Head Boy and if you have any questions you can see—"

'Dora coughed slightly.

"—me. Now, I would like to take this time and make sure that you all know that if you catch someone doing something they are not supposed to do, then you must—"

'Dora coughed a little more loudly, Malfoy snickered.

"—write them up, and give their name to either myself or your Head of House. If that is a—"

'Dora coughed louder than the two coughs combined. Arcturus glared her way.

"Would you like a cough drop Elladora?" he asked, nearly hissing her name. She smiled politely, "Oh heavens no, those things are horrible. I just thought that perhaps you would like to introduce the Head Girl to everyone," if looks could murder she would be six feet under. Arcturus looked as though he were going to strangle her, but she couldn't help to smile at him.

"Everyone, this is Elladora Grindelwald, the Head Girl..." his voice carried off as his eyes slowly turned towards the others in the car, "She has as much authority as myself, and names can also be given to her," his tone was dreadful, she smiled wider.

After the next ten minutes had passed by, in which the train had already left King's Cross and was on its way towards Hogwarts, 'Dora was headed down the corridors of the train trying to find a different compartment. She was, as she noticed, getting a lot of glares from lost of people, mostly the Gryffindors and the Slytherins, which, sadly, didn't surprise her in the slightest. Ever since she had outshone Arcturus in Charms class, Transfiguration Class, and in the Dueling club that had been established for Fifth year and up students, people seemed to not like her.

However, on the flip side, the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs liked her all the more because she, unlike most of them, stood up and had shown the nasty little Slytherin buggers that they, no matter the petty thoughts that went through their heads, did not rule the school. So, to irk them even more, she smiled politely to them.

After searching about twenty compartments, she found one with at least someone she knew. She tapped the compartment door, then slid it open, "Ginerva, do you mind if I join you?" Ginerva Marchbanks was in deed the offspring of Griselda Marchbanks, a Ministry of Magic employee from way back during the on going battles of Potter and Riddle. Ginerva didn't like to be called Ginerva, mainly because lots of people seemed to horribly mispronounce the word, and she had heard some pretty weird pronunciations of it. So she simply had people refer to her as Ginny.

"Knock yourself out," Ginny replied, never looking up from the book in her hands. She, like 'Dora, loved to read. It was something that had always captivated her, struck her fancy. She wasn't sure exactly what it was about it, but it was as though she could forget the world around her, and simply fade away. She could forget the suffering, the pain, the sorrow of her dreadful life, as she referred to it as, and melt into the fantasy world of some fictional character. 'Dora agreed that it was much more fulfilling than life itself, to some degree anyways.

"Good summer?" asked 'Dora.

"It was okay," came an answer, "Could have been better. Auntie Marietta passed about three weeks ago. Life hasn't been the same without her constantly walking around the house with her wand in tow yelling at how people these days didn't know a thing about proper magic. Yours?"

'Dora wasn't sure how to show her condolences, so she dismissed the subject, and answered the question, "Mine was alright. Mother died last Christmas so it has just been me and Michael around the house. I enjoyed being able to use magic, made cleaning and cooking much easier than I was expecting it all to be."

"Yes magic helps in many ways. I once thought that my mother was just superhuman or something, since she could clean the whole entire house before a guest arrived in like ten minutes. She never told, until I was eleven, that she was a witch, however, because she said I didn't show the normal signs that show around the ages of seven or eight," Ginny shrugged, "but, I got the letter, and here I am, not doing so bad, I don't think."

'Dora laughed. Ginny was obviously being modest. Ginny was a very talented witch. Sure, she probably couldn't win a duel with 'Dora or Arcturus, but she sure as hell could hold her own. Ginny was a master when it came to the Shield Charm. In fact, 'Dora wasn't sure she had ever seen a more perfected Shield Charm used than the one Ginny could conjure.

"You are good in your own ways." She smiled and turned towards the window. A water droplet appeared, and before 'Dora could finish blinking she could hardly see a foot out the window as water poured from the heavens sounding like marching army on the rooftop of the train. She smiled to herself. She loved the rain.