The next morning things were rather hectic, as we were getting ready to leave for Diagon Alley. Dumbledore had sent a note explaining that I would be going to Hogwarts this year. "So." When we were in the wand store the clerk looked at me, "I had been wondering when I would be seeing you in here, I had my doubts that I ever would."

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Ah, yes, Ms. Why come to think of it I do not believe I know where you have come from you just reminded me of an old student, but his daughter is dead."

"Ah," I was speechless, this doesn't happen often.

"Right, now let's see about that wand."

"Um, right."

"Here, Mahogany and unicorn hair." Oh my. Half the wands fell off the shelves. "No, here, Wormwood and rat tail." I didn't even want to touch that one. But I took it gently, the windows shattered. "No, that will not do. Here, mahogany and phoenix feather." I don't know what happened but it was amazing. "Yes, that's it. Mahogany and the feather from a blue phoenix, 7 ¼ inches." I smiled at the thought of having the feather of a blue phoenix.

"That's cool," Harry said. "My wand comes from a phoenix too. A really beautiful amazing phoenix."

"You've met your donator I take it?"

"Yes." He smiled.

"Now for robes. We'll leave you here with madam Malkins and we'll go to get your books."

"Okay." I walked into the shop alone as I was hustled onto a stool or something and someone was taking measurements.

"Hello," a tall blonde boy was getting measured as well.

"Hi," I said shyly.

"You need new robes too? Outgrew mine."

"Um… Actually this is my first pair of robes."

"Oh really?" Suddenly he became snotty.

"Yes, see I just found out I was a witch because well my parents are dead."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Somehow he didn't seem it.

"That's alright they died the night I was born both of them."

"What night was that?"

"Promise not to laugh?" I sighed.

"Promise," I got the idea his hands were behind his back but I told him anyway.

"October 31. All hallows eve fourteen years ago."

"So you're a year younger than I am."

"Yes, they're taking me in as a fifth year though." I smiled.

"Impressive."

"You're all done, dear." Said the kind old witch. "You two." She looked at me. We took our robes and left together.

"So, who are you here with?"

"Well, a kind family, the Weasley's are helping me."

"The Weasley's?" He snorted.

"I owe them a lot. They don't even know me but their all going out of their way for me."

"Then it looks as though I owe them as well."

"What?"

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. It's very nice to meet you. I have to get back to my family but I'm sure we'll meet again." He kissed my hand. With that he seemed to disappear.

"Hey, Marina." Harry called to me.

"Hey, I just met the nicest person."

"Oh really?" he laughed. "Who?"

"He said his name was…um… Draco Malfoy."

"Draco!" He looked appalled.

"Did I say something wrong again."

"No, it's just known that Draco isn't the most caring in the world, but to you I can see even him being nice. You're beautiful."

"Here's to that mate." Ron shouted behind him. I smiled.

"Yes," said Hermione, "which is why she should be careful around all the boys when we get to school."

"Yes," said Mrs. Weasley. "And I expect you two to look after her. She'll be in your year in all your classes to ensure that she's safe."

"But of course," Ron said to his mother. "We will be the most chivalrous knights in tarnished armor."

I smiled and laughed. "Thanks you guys, this will be the best year ever."

"Oh yeah." We all laughed and went home to sleep all awaiting the trip to the school the next morning.

"Okay, off you go." Mrs. Weasley sent us on the train. Harry went to find us a compartment he took both our things and told me to look around the train but to be careful. I nodded and left. Everyone seemed to stare at me as I walked down the train.

"Oye, Marina." George called.

"Hey Fred, George." I smiled.

"This is our friend Jordan."

"Nice to meet you."

"Y-Yeah." He smiled.

"Oye, mate, we know she's pretty but don't get drool all over the train floor." I laughed. I hope that all guys weren't like him.

"I've never seen her and I know everyone. It's just shocking."

"Well, she's new."

"I'll see you." I didn't want to be around to answer any awkward questions.

"Our newest beauty." I heard from a compartment. I turned to find myself suddenly face to face with Draco Malfoy.

"Hello Draco."

"Hey come in." I walked into his compartment and there were two Ape like boys, a girl with the face of one of those pug dogs, and someone with the bone structure of an overgrown monkey. "This is Crabbe, Goyle, and Flint."

"Nice to meet all of you."

"You two." They all said. I smiled and looked to Draco. Silently I hoped he knew I was asking what now?

"Sit." He responded, very nice.

"I'd…"

"Malfoy!" a very angry Fred and George entered the compartment. "You little git." Fred seemed just as angry as George sounded.

"Hey guys." I said serenely. "What's up?" I thought I hid how nervous I was well.

"You don't want to be hanging out with this git."

"Why not?"

"Come with us, we'll explain." They dragged me out of the room.

"Uhh… Bye!" I shouted back right as their compartment door slammed. They dragged me all the way back to Harry's compartment.

"Oye, mate. Watch her more closely. She was with Malfoy. She doesn't know to keep away from him yet. You should know better than."

"Malfoy's nice to her." Harry said gently. "He wouldn't hurt her."

"Harry, have you gone daft?"

"Of course not."

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy, works for your dear old dad." George sneered.

"Hm?" A blonde I'd never seen before looked over her paper at us. "Does that mean her father's Voldemort?"

"Oh cripes."

"Saints preserve us." I muttered. That's all I need right now. I just left. Opened the compartment door and slammed it so hard that they couldn't open it to go after me.

"Whoa." I heard someone gasp as I walked by. I didn't care why. I walked to the back of the train. Outside of it I watched the tracks fly by. There was a ladder near by leading to the top. I don't remember climbing it but the next thing I knew I was standing on top of the train. Then I took out the medallion I was given when I was little. Actually I believe when I was born. It was heavy, but it never came off of my neck. It held the pentagram with the crescent moon behind it. The moon behind it changed with the phases of the actual moon. Things about me recently were changing. Somehow I didn't think these changes were normal. I didn't tell any of them, but when I get mad the reason I run is because my eyes turned colors. The crimson ribbons, I wore since birth, were ratty, but somehow I think that they are important so no matter how tattered and torn they look I wear them. There's so much I haven't told them. I sighed. What's happening to me?

I walked back down. They were still struggling with their compartment door. Others were outside tugging at it as well. I touched the door and they were all thrown. Maybe I didn't slam it hard enough. "Shows over." I shouted to the crowd. I looked to all of them on the floor of the compartment. I once again shut the door as they scrambled to get up. I sighed. "We need to talk."

"Your right." Said a smooth voice from the door. Next thing I know they were once again locked in the compartment but not by me. Draco was pulling me into an empty compartment and magically locking it over three times.

"D-Draco?" I stuttered. He looked at me with lust in his eyes, but it didn't look as though he lusted for me.

"So, you are Voldemort's daughter. You were presumed dead."

"Presumptions are dangerous things. Who said I was Voldemorts…" I tried to deny it but he cut me off.

"I'm not stupid, I over heard that weasel say it loud and clear."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Your Voldemort's daughter. I am one of his loyal followers. Don't you see how this match could ensure certain prospects for me?" Just then all the magical locks were broken and the doors were thrown open.

"You two," said a tall man with flaming red hair. He reminded me of Ron. "Is this the compartment where your things are?"

"No." I replied instantly.

"Then I suggest you get to them the ministry is conducting a search of the train. Assumingly Dumbledore has so secret 'weapon'." I ran out back to my compartment and to Harry. The compartment flew open before I touched the handle and I ran straight into Harry.

"Oh, Marina. I was getting worried."

"Where are you going?"

"To find out why the train stopped."

"Don't bother, I can tell you." Sneered a cold voice from behind us. "The ministry heard of Dumbledore having some secret 'weapon'. They brought Dementors to investigate every compartment on this train.

"Yes." Said a tall man from behind us. Not very attractive I must say. "Starting with this compartment."

"Minister." Harry said stiffly. He pulled me inside to the let the Minister walk through. Following him were these gray, cloaked creatures, Harry began to quake at the sight of them. Everyone looked cold.

"Now." Said Fudge stiffly. "Are all your things in this compartment?"

"All but Malfoy's." Harry answered.

"Good." The Dementors began their search as they flew to every corner and back. They were neat about it and you couldn't tell where they'd been. "If Dumbledore does have a weapon it'd be in this compartment." Fudge told them.

Weapon? I couldn't help but wonder what would Dumbledore deem so important that he'd endanger his student's lives and reputations to bring it into Hogwarts? "You, girl." He looked at me.

"Yes, sir?"

"Who are you? I've never seen you before."

"Marina sir. I'm a new student at Hogwarts."

"A new student? Where did you last attend?"

"I…"

"Well?"

"It doesn't matter." Harry chirped in, "She's a Hogwarts student now."

"I think our friends will have to look into her soul." He called a Dementor over to look into me. "They can see the memories they feed off of. They'll be able to tell me." A gray creature grabbed me away from Harry. It focused on me so intently, I guess something was either happening or supposed to be happening but I didn't know what. It seemed to be hyperventilating. It was grasping for air or something like it. "I don't believe it." Fudge said astonished.

"Minister." The red-haired man from before ran in. "All the other compartments have been checked."

"Wonderful." He said distractedly. He was still staring at me when the Dementor suddenly lowered it hoods. I screamed at the sight of it.

"Minister." The red-haired man looked frightened.

"What?" he suddenly snapped back in time to realize what it was doing. "Stop." But it was to late. It had kissed me. Why is everything so dark? I can't open my eyes. What just happened?

"No." I could feel tears on my hand. Why was someone crying? My eyes finally allowed me to open them as I stared at Harry. "She can't just be an empty shell." He said.

"What do you care?" Fred asked. "You'd let her run off with this git. You don't care what happens to her."

"That's not true." But he sighed knowing they were right. "Marina's gone."

"No." my throat ached as I spoke.

"No?" He looked at me hopefully.

"Harry, they can repeat what others say. She's gone."

"No." I said more passionately this time.

"We'll take her body." Fudge said.

"No!"

"Who dares to disturb my granddaughter?" A thunderous voice shook the train.

"What's going on?" Fudge cried.

"Percy." Ron called pulling the red haired man into the compartment.

"Who dares to threaten the well being of my grandchild?" It asked again.

"Fudge and Percy and the Dementors." Fred replied anger echoed in his voice. "They allowed the Dementors to kiss her and eat her soul." Suddenly the wind picked up and the skies became dark as night. All the plants surrounding the train withered up and burst into flames. A woman, so young and beautiful, appeared. She was covered from her head to her toes in vines. She wore a simple light brown tunic her long red curls slowly flowing down to caress her back. She looked angry. Soon beside her a man in a long black tunic with hair that was made of blue flames appeared at her side. His pale complexion unlike hers was not tanned from the sun, but paled from being away from it for to long. She had amber eyes, while his were a deep sapphire blue.

"Who, who are you?" Fudge asked frightened.

"I am Demeter. You have brought my spirit back to this plane after eons. You who would threaten the grandchild of a Goddess."

"And I am Hades. Lord of the Underworld. Her dear mother my beautiful Queen of Darkness. Well she is only a stepchild I have always loved and watched over her as my own. Now you would threaten the one whom my dear Persephone gave her life and immortality for?"

One thing was for sure they were angry. "I'm sorry." Fudge cried. "There was nothing I could do. I tried to order them to stop but by then it was to late they kissed her. They ate her soul."

"Nonsense." Hades roared. "If they had eaten her soul don't you think I'd be the first to know of it. Where do you think they're food goes once it's digested?"

"Dearest." Demeter called gently. "Come on sweetheart you must get up." Slowly my body began to wake. Trembling I stood to face her.

"It was terrible." I told her. "So dark. I was paralyzed."

"Paralyzed?" Fudge cried. "That's all?"

"Yes. Was something else supposed to happen?"

"Marina." Harry threw his arms around me.

"Harry." I was surprised, but I soon composed myself and wrapped my arms around him. "It's alright. I'm okay."

"You boy." Hades looked to Harry. "I deem you her protector. If anything happens to my Persephone's precious child it will be on your soul." With that he disappeared.

"Remember our warnings." Demeter called. "Do not make us return, or else you all shall suffer." She disappeared right after him. Fudge fell to his knees.

"Oh dear." He said. "I have angered the gods."

"I thought you were an atheist." The one Ron called Percy said.

"Well, how can I be an atheist when two gods just stared me straight in the face?"

"Persephone was the Queen of the Underworld." Hermione began to speak.

"Hermione you know about this Persephone?"

"Yes, I remember reading about it when I studied Greek Mythology ages ago."

"Well, go on then." Fudge urged.

"Well. Persephone was the daughter of Demeter; she was a beautiful nymph. One day she strayed from the other maiden Nymphs she was with and found herself in a field of beautiful flowers. It was odd because all the flowers were in bloom, but none of them ever bloomed at the same time. Hades came out from the ground to claim the queen his elder brother Zeus had promised him. You see Persephone was the daughter of Demeter and Zeus. It's a wonder he didn't show up too. Persephone was loyal to her mother first and foremost though. Zeus didn't tell her of the arrangement. While in the underworld she was tricked into eating some of the food of the underworld which bound her too it, for six months of the year she would have to live in the underworld. For the other six she lived up with her mother."

"And that was my mother?"

"You have the blood of the gods in you." Suddenly everyone but Percy and Fudge came to the same conclusion. I was the 'weapon'.