The prologue might not have made much sense, but this first chapter might explain it slightly more. PLEASE REVIEW!

An icy chill cast through Hermione's body and she woke with a start. Blinking hard into the beam of light striking through the window, she realised she must have fallen asleep on her window ledge. The weather had certainly changed its mind since yesterday, as hot rays of sun were penetrating the glass. An opened book lay at her feet and it tumbled to the floor as she yawned, her back stretching painfully. She must have been there for hours. The buzz of the television downstairs was all that could be heard in Hermione's room, until a loud thump on the window next to her made her jump. She flew off of the ledge and landed hard on the cold floor with a silent scream. When no other noise was made afterwards, she poked her head up to window height and saw just exactly what had caused her fright.

'Oh, it's you!' She laughed and shook her head, her hands on her hips.

'Hedwig, what in the World are you doing here?'

The white owl hooted loudly as Hermione opened her small window, allowing her to fly in and land on her neatly made bed. Closing her window back up, Hermione glanced over at Hedwig and soon understood why the owl had arrived. A small piece of parchment was tied to her leg, no bigger than her palm. She took little difficulty untying it, and read the scruffy writing slowly..

"Hermione,

I know we go back to Hogwarts tomorrow, and I apologise for the late notice, but there's something I needed you to know. I'm going to tell Ron once we get to school but I figured you should know beforehand incase I'm worrying myself and Ron about nothing.

I had a dream two nights ago. It was about Voldemort, but he wasn't alone. He was with someone named Rufus and they were discussing a task that he had to do...but I'm not sure what it was.

When I woke up my scar was painful and I'm not sure whether to be cautious about it or not.

Sorry to bother you.

Harry."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and sighed. She trusted Harry and she knew that he could sometimes see parts of what was actually happening, however she also knew that Harry tended to get worried about nothing. She folded up the paper and placed it in her pocket, before sending Hedwig off with a quick reply saying that she would speak to Harry tomorrow and that he had nothing to worry about.

The day passed rather quickly after that, and the morning of Hogwarts soon arrived. When Hermione arrived at the station, she met Harry along with the Weasley family. Harry, Ron, Ginny and herself soon found themselves on the busy yet excited Hogwarts Express. It took a while to find an empty cabin but they eventually found one at the back of the train. Harry and Ginny sat down inside and Harry beckoned the two others in, but Ron soon reminded him about their prefect duties and Harry looked disappointed.

'Oh yes, I forgot.' He mumbled.

'Well, be quick! I've got lots to tell you about those awful Dursleys!'

Hermione nodded and she left the cabin entrance with Ron, closing the door behind her. It shut with a quiet click, and the two of them began their patrolling down the corridor.

'Hermione?' Asked Ron, after a mere few minutes or so of silence.

'Yes Ron?' She said, turning to face him.

'I...uh..' Ron suddenly became less confident and turned a beetroot colour.

'I just wanted to ask how your holidays were...yes, that's it. How were your holidays?'

'Oh.' Said Hermione, looking slightly disappointed.

'They were good, I guess. I didn't really do anything interesting in particular.'

'Great.' Ron replied.

'Sounds, uh..interesting.' He added, with a slight smile.

The rest of the journey resulted in the two of them in deep silence, feeling slightly awkward in each other's presence. The only distractions were wild students roaming the corridors, whom Hermione sternly told to go back to their cabins. She could have sworn she saw Ron suppress a grin.

When they finally reached Hogwarts, all the students filed slowly into the Great Hall and a loud chatter emerged as they were all seated at their House tables. The Gryffindor table was definitely the loudest, what with everyone excitedly explaining what they got up to over the summer. Ginny and Harry were deep in conversation about something Harry had done on the train, Neville was talking to Ron about his Grandmother and her cat, leaving Hermione sitting by herself watching the staff table and waiting for Dumbledore to stand. The Great Hall, as it did every year, held a large amount of scared First Years at the front and the famous Sorting Hat was perched on a stool in front of them.

When Dumbledore finally raised and welcomed the students back to Hogwarts, the Sorting began and Gryffindor welcomed a brand new set of students to their table.

'I would like to welcome all of our new witches and wizards to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I hope you all have...' A loud bang from the door interrupted Dumbledore and he turned quickly in the direction of the noise. A look of realisation hit his face instantly.

'Ah yes, I must have forgotten.' He smiled.

'We have two new students joining our Sixth Year. Please welcome Tristan Lunar and Drake Lunar warmly.'

A swivel of heads cast over the Great Hall as every single person turned to look at the two boys marching in through the door. They were almost identical, except one of them had much darker eyes and a more hunched figure. It was obvious they were brothers, even twins, though. their eyes were piercing and nobody seemed to want to make any contact with them. They both walked straight past the Sorting Hat, as if it hadn't even been there and headed down the Hall. Every pair of eyes followed then as the two passed, until they came to an abrupt halt next to one of the tables. A couple of students muttered under their breaths and a few gasps came out across the room too. But the twins did not waste any time in standing there, they sat down at the table immediately and turned their attention to Dumbledore, who was looking slightly startled.

'Students' he said quietly.

'I would like you all to make Tristan and Drake feel welcome. It will be hard for them to catch up five years of Hogwarts, but it shall be managed.'

An awkward glare from all the Sixth Years shot at the two boys, apart from one table.

'And' Dumbledore continued.

'I would like to welcome them both...to...uh...Slytherin.'