'Dora looked at her hands, they seemed so pale and deathly. She nearly shuddered. Tonight was one of those weird nights. The whole train ride had been drowned with water that fell from the heavens, and it didn't help that when they arrived at Hogwarts, the entire bit of grounds was covered in a dense fog. It was enough to send a chill down her spine. She wasn't sure what the hell was going on. It was the third of August, it wasn't even time for it to be cold, yet, the temperature was in the twenties. She could hear Ginny next to her, her robes pulled tightly around her body, her breathing irregular.

"Why is it so cold?" Ginny asked, her eyes surveying the area, the other students were either huddling together, or completely emerged in their robes. 'Dora didn't have an answer, and she didn't feel like letting the girl next to her know of her lack of knowledge. She could hear more people asking what was going on, and where the teachers were, and it was something that was starting to get to 'Dora; something wasn't right.

"Hey 'Dora!" came a shout from behind her, causing that head to turn. Her brother was coming up on her pretty quickly, and stopped so close to her that only she would be able to hear his voice, "someone is dead...teacher by the looks of it. We aren't sure who it is though. The face is all swollen, and filled with warts and other oddities. Mind helping us I.D. said corpse?" his arm was resting on hers. She nodded, trying to swallow back her fear.

They walked over to where a group of Seventh years were standing. Arcturus Riddle was one of them. He was leaning over the body of someone. The body, had it been standing, would have been around six feet tall, and would have weighed about two hundred and ten pounds. The hair was short and black, and as Michael had said, the features indiscernible. Riddle's wand was out, and was running over the face, hovering perhaps an inch from the skin. It was glowing a reddish pink color, and he was mumbling something that sounded like a song.

"I can't seem to affect it," he said, more so to himself than to anyone around him. 'Dora pulled her wand from her sleeve and pointed it at the corpses face. She muttered something and her wand went into action. With a spiraling flick a blast of purple light rained down from her wand covering the corpses face. Arcturus pulled his hand away as though it had been burned. The warts and other extreme oddities that were upon its face seemed to swell then disappear. The face was no longer blood red as it seemed to deflate. She looked in utter shock. Before her lay the corpse of Neville Longbottom.

"Good lord.." said Arcturus, standing up and taking about five steps backwards. It was okay when he was near the corpse of someone whose features he couldn't make out. The corpse of someone he had no idea as to whom it was. But when it was someone that had been teaching him how to handle the vast amounts of magical plants in this horrible and cruel world for over six years. Well, even he would step back.

"Out of my way I say!" came a voice over to 'Dora's left. She turned her head, the contorted face of Neville burned into her mind. A witch, Ministry Official by the looks of it, was making her way through the crowd, "I said get out of my way boy. If I repeat myself again..." but her voice trailed away as she saw a body lying between a small group of seventh years. She gasped and with a solid flick of her wand, the boys that were in front of her fell to either side, grasping at their shoes as though something were eating them.

"Which one of you did it?!?" She cried, her wand pointing dangerously at 'Dora and Arcturus, the only two out of the group that had their wands out, "I say which one of you did it?!?" she jabbed Arcturus in the chest, indicating that she thought he was the culprit.

"Janet, it couldn't have been one of them, their just children.." said a stern male voice from behind her. It was a stout wizard, he stood nearly six and a half feet tall, his body was sculpted magnificently. He placed a hand on Janet's shoulder and redirected her from the two students, "You are going to have to come with us to describe what was seen," he said to everyone that was over there, he turned to a group of wizards working their way through, "A man has just been killed, alert the Minister."

'Dora stood there, shock at what had happened being a major understatement. Here she was, expecting to return to school and be in her dorm room by now sitting by a comfortable fire, but no. Nothing ever worked out how she would have liked. Now she was, along with every other student that had been on the train, standing out in twenty degree weather staring at a group of wizards and a professor's corpse. It was a enough to make her faint.

She woke up, a dull throbbing in her right temple. She was in that warm room that she expected, or at least something that seemed a lot like it. Her vision was horribly blurred. She grasped her head and looked around. It wasn't at all like the Hufflepuff common room. This room was filled with black, silver, and purple colors. The furniture was not leather, but of some scrubby material. There were what looked like pictures of people all over the wall. She sighed to herself.

Once her vision was back, she sat up, by which time two witches had scurried her way. One of them placed a hot rag on her head, the other handed her a glass of Pumpkin juice. She sipped at the glass, and looked around. The witches went outside the room and were soon replaced by three males. One of whom she recognized very well. It was the Minister, and better yet, Harry Potter.

"Ms. Grindelwald, you gave us a small fright," he said, the scar on his forehead being the only thing that she could seem to keep her eyes on, "is everything okay?"

"Where...where am I?" she said, her throat hurt as her voice came out. She swallowed more pumpkin juice, now realizing that her throat had been hurting the whole time.

"You are in a small meeting room in the Three Broomsticks. It seems that you fainted at the sight of Mr. Longbottom," she noted the pain in his eyes as he said the name, "but it seems you have not sustained any damage from the fall. But you have to answer me, did you see anyone out of the ordinary tonight?"

"No."

"So it was just you and the fellow students?"

"Yes, me and the other students. Come to think of it, there were no professors around like their normally are when we get off the train."

"No one? Or you just didn't happen to see anyone?"

"No one," she drank some more of the pumpkin juice. Harry looked her in the eyes, and the said, "We need to make sure," before she had time to think about reaching for her wand, which wouldn't have done her any good seeing as how it was across the room, Harry's wand was pointed at her and he had muttered something. A piercing pain shot through her head as she seemed to be swimming in the memories of what had just previously happened.

"Why is it so cold?" Ginny asked...'Dora felt another surge of pain.."Hey 'Dora! Someone is dead...teacher by the looks of it. We aren't sure who it is though. The face is all swollen, and filled with warts and other oddities. Mind helping us I.D. said corpse?" She tried to scream but there was no way her voice would allow it. She made a choking sound and could see her brother leading her through the crowd towards the small group of Seventh Years. She watched her hand as it extended and her wand sprayed purple light upon Neville's face. She gasped feeling was seemed a blow to her stomach. She was in the room again.

"She isn't lying, she hasn't seen anyone of use. Though go find the Riddle boy, I want to question him again," Potter looked back into 'Dora's eyes and smiled, then turned and left. 'Dora sat there shaking, she was no longer warm. She felt as though she were standing out in the cold once more. Something wasn't right. She turned towards the desk that held her wand. She picked up, having walked over there, and set it in her pocket. Stepping outside the room, one of the male wizards was standing there. He looked her way, and nodded in the direction of the way out. She quickly made for the door, ready to be back in her common room.