"Hello, Perselium," said a misty and hissing voice at the same time. "I'm glad we finally meet." Perselium turned around to see a small fog, moving around.
"Pity I don't have a body...nevermind, I shall soon."
"Who are you?" Perselium asked.
"I? Why I am...Lord Voldemort." Perselium did not flinch. She hardly knew why anyone else did when someone said his name.
"I don't believe you. You're dead," she said.
"Yes, I am dead, I'm hardly a ghost. Just a mist... Perselium, you wouldn't happen to remember what happened eight years ago?"
"Yes. My parents were killed by you." She started growing angry.
"Roll up your sleeve, Perselium." Perselium rolled up the sleeve of her brand new robes to reveal her snake scar.
"You gave it to me, I know..." she said.
"Perselium, you must understand! You may have heard my killing curse that night, but that was more than a killing curse. All true death eaters would get a Dark Mark when I cast that special spell, but only one would get this special scar. Most fear if above all. Even more pretend it doesn't exist. But you got it, Perselium, it's on your arm. That symbol tells me that you are to be my most faithful servant, my companion. You are to be the greatest death eater of them all." A gigantic chime told them that it was it was time for the Hogwarts Express to leave.
"Goodbye, Perselium..." The fog that talked moved toward her and covered her. And suddenly, she was not in the strange house anymore. She opened her eyes to discover herself in a Hogwarts Express compartment, alone with all her things. She closed her eyes to think about what just happened.

Perselium spent all of her time on the Hogwarts Express reading. She got far into all of her schoolbooks, and so far she could tell that her favorite subjects were Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures. She looked at her scedule for tomorrow's first day and found that she would be starting Defense Against the Darks Arts, but not Care of Magical Creatures. Later, she found in the book Hogwarts, A History that Care of Magical Creatures traditionally started at third year. She sighed in disapointment. Hours past, it grew dark. An hour after the sun set, the train started to slow down and stopped. Her compartment door magically opened, and she left her things, and followed the other first years.
"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" a loud voice called.
She followed the voice, and she came to a large man with a lantern.
"All righ'. Everyone's here, so now we can go in boats across the lake. Follow me!" She followed everyone untill they came to a giant lake.
"Righ' in here, Miss." the man said to her. She jumped into the boat. After a minute or two, she saw a gigantic castle.
"Hogwarts," she whispered to herself, amazed. The boats landed, and she followed the man along with everyone else, into the castle, up a stairway, and finally to a woman in a green cloak and a black hat. She said her speech about the Sorting Hat, and led them inside. Perselium found herself daydreaming about what house she would be in.
"Gryffindor..." she thought. "It's in my blood...Mum and Dad were Gryffindors..." She glanced at her snake scar, then thought of the Malfoys. "Slytherin's in my blood too! Oh, well, I guess I'll let the Sorting Hat decide..."