"I will go in age order," Draco was surprised at this because they all looked about the same age. "Misty Yui." The black-haired girl stepped forward and the hat was placed on her head.

"Yes. I see.very interesting.you should be in.RAVENCLAW." The Ravenclaw table roared with excitement. Misty smiled and went to stand at the head of her table.

"Lucky Lou." The red-haired girl stepped forward. She cowered as the hat was placed on her head, as if it would bite her hair.

"Oh, you're an easy one. HUFFLEPUFF." The Hufflepuff table was on their feet this time. The Gryffindor and Slytherin tables sat whispering. If that was age order, then the two left were the oldest. Draco wondered how old they were.

"Shiji Winner." The boy stepped up at the sound of his name. The hat was placed on his head as he smiled.

"Well.you are easy as well. There is no doubt.GRYFFINDOR." The Gryffindor table was cheering as soon as the first syllable came out of the hat. McGonagall bowed at Shiji as he took his place.

"And Miss Starr Winner shall be in Slytherin, I believe she will fit in well." McGonagall bowed low to Starr as she did the same and walked to the Slytherin table. Now that she was standing in front of the Prefects, Starr looked even younger. Her eyes searched the table, stopping on Draco. She smiled kindly to him, he remembered that smile from somewhere, but where?

The question haunted him for the rest of the day. At least until he saw her next. That night, Draco was going to his room after class when he passed an empty classroom and heard voices inside.

"-much gratitude to you two for helping me once again." Dumbledore's voice was clear to his ears.

"It is our pleasure, Albus, you know how much we love your school." A boy's voice whom he had never heard before.

"Oh, be quiet, you may be happy, but I have work to do at home. I am trying to control a boy who is trying to run MY empire!" A girl with a mixed London and Arabic accent yelled out at the boy.

"You be quiet, you'll wake the entire school." The boy voice raged.

"Please, Starr, Shiji, please calm down. I understand about Voldemort, and I'm trying to help, but we need you right now because Slytherin is PART of your empire." Draco's eyes widened in amazement. She couldn't be who he thought she was.

"You might not know, Albus, but I have only one year until I have to choose. If I don't, Dabora will have my empire and everyone will be doomed. I have lived long enough and I'm still moving around, if I have to fight him on the school grounds, we can't win this alone."

"We can do this. Voldemort is your son, why can't you just order him to stop? Oh, I forgot, you lost control of him." Shiji's voice curled with an evil smile. Draco heard a smack from inside and something slammed against the door, making it fly open. Draco stepped back with Shiji at his feet. Dumbledore was staring at him, as was Starr. She looked at the professor and took a step toward Draco, but Dumbledore put his arm in front of her. Shiji's eye was turning purple slowly and he couldn't open it at the time.

"So you heard all of it?" Starr looked puzzled as she looked at Dumbledore.

"You knew he was there?"

"Of course, I thought this conversation would be important for him to hear. If he heard most of this, he should hear the rest." Starr nodded in agreement. Her eyes returned to Draco. He looked straight into her eyes this time, they were silver and seemed to reflect too many colors. She was stunningly beautiful, though.

"Starr," Dumbledore started up again, "Would you tell Mister Malfoy how old you really are?" Starr's eyes widened at the mention at his name.

"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Son of Lucias and Narcissa Malfoy?" Draco nodded his response to each. "Do you have a brown bear with the Slytherin emblem on it?" He nodded again as she smiled. "I gave you that bear." His eyes widened with awe. His dad's friend had died from denying Voldemort, ten years ago. And she would never be that young if she had known his dad.