For the next few hours the five teens sat in complete silence. One of them occasionally clearing their throat or sighing heavily. At about five o clock, the trolley lady, as Elian called her, opened the compartment door. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" she asked, her usual question. Harry nodded and stood up, then bought enough food for all five of them.

"Here." Harry said as he gently place, Pumpkin Pasties, Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans in her lap. "You need to eat." He said, smiling down at her when she looked up at him in surprise.

"Thanks, Harry… But, you really didn't have to get anything for me…" Elian replied shyly, smiling back up at him. Harry shrugged and shook his head.

"It's no big deal…I always buy food of the trolley for my friends, you know." he replied, causing Elian to blush lightly once again. "And as your friend, I feel I have to warn you…stay away from Draco Malfoy. He's bad news, and not because he's a Slytherin." Elian raised her eyebrows.

"Slytherin? What's that?" Hermione cleared her throat and opened her mouth to speak. "Why do I feel as if I've just opened a flood gate?" Elian's question was quickly answered when Hermione started talking rapidly.

"Slytherin is one of Hogwarts four Houses, the others are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. They are named after the school's founders, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin." Hermione then paused slightly for breath and quickly began again. "All throughout wizarding history, about ninety-nine percent of dark wizards and the like have all originated from Slytherin House and from families who have a very long list of ancestors that were in Slytherin as well. Malfoy's family is a prefect example of that." Elian nodded, trying to follow what Hermione was saying.

"How so?" Elian asked. Hermione looked nervously over at Harry. "Is anybody going to answer my question?" Ron nodded as he stood up and walked over to the window.

"Well, you've heard of Voldemort, right?" Harry asked Elian, who nodded. "And his followers, the Death Eaters?" Once again, Elian nodded. "Well, Malfoy comes from a long line of Death Eaters, his father is one and I can't be certain, but I think Draco's one, too." Elian's eyes widened slightly and her response was drowned out by the loud screeching of the train's brakes as it came to a sharp halt. Elian fell to the floor and landed on her face.

"Ow… that hurt…" she mumbled as she stood to her feet and lightly brushed off her clothes. She could hear Ron trying to conceal his laughter and failing miserably. "Gee, Ron, having trouble deciding if you're coughing or laughing? Either way, you sound terrible." Ginny started giggling softly as did Hermione, while Ron gave Elian a sour look. "Oh, did I hurt your wittle feelings, Ronnikins?" Elian teased.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" He yelled angrily, his face turning red and spit flying from his mouth. "Don't ever call me that again!" Elian nodded, still slightly shocked by Ron's sudden outburst of anger and ran out of the compartment.

"God, Ron, you didn't have to yell at her!" Ginny scolded her brother then ran out after Elian. "You can be such a jackass!" she called behind her. Ron hung his head slightly, his face now red with embarrassment.

"We'd better help Ginny find Elian, she could get lost." Hermione said, Harry nodded in agreement. "You coming, Ron?" Ron shook his head and sat back down. "Kay, see you at the feast." With that Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her out of the compartment in search of Elian.

Outside the train, Elian was running quickly through the thick crowd of students, occasionally falling down. 'Ron seemed really mad at me…I was just messing with him…' she thought, unaware of where she was going and what was in front of her. Elian fell to the ground, landing on her ass, she looked up to see a teen girl, about seventeen, Elian thought. She stared down at Elian coldly.

"Watch where the hell you're going, you stupid git!" she yelled, smoothing her school robes. "You're so lucky that you didn't knock me to the ground, I'd be filthy, like you." Elian climbed to her feet.