Hey everyone! On to the next chapter. Um, the next 7 or so chapters will be about Tom and Antares.(yeah, Anuksunanmun-Kalia, you were right. Tom and Antares are her parents. You may be right about the two men- only time will tell. The partner is in no way Harry Potter! I find the idea repulsive, but can you guess who she is? By the way, THANK YOU so much for reviewing, it means a lot because this is my fav. story and no one had reviewed; tear. Anywho thanks!) It may not seem important at the moment but trust me, the information will help you out a lot later on so, unless you're some freakin' genius and already know what's going on – I bow down to you cuz I sure don't know what's gonna happen next and I'm writing it! Enjoy! ∞ Me ∞

CHAPTER I

Newt's Tail's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Vandurstag North, Romania August 31, 1975 Ladies' Etiquette Class, after breakfast

"'Ladies, Ladies!' A pompous looking woman with shrew-like features scolded. 'It's almost as though you try to disappoint me, cowing into the classroom like a herd of cattle.'

A caramel-haired girl with black streaks smiled a knowing smile to her friends and raised a tan, slender arm up in the air, thin eyebrows raised expectantly.

The professor's hard gaze softened considerably when she saw the pretty girl. 'Yes, Miss Centauri?' The girl's mouth quirked into a small smile as she spoke, 'Professor, surely you don't mean all of us? Helena, Corrine, and I were here before everyone else, but a thousand thanks to your prestigious teaching, you didn't hear us enter.' She smiled sweetly; effectively warming the depths of her dark eyes and making herself look sincere.

The professor smiled a bit, nodding her head and gliding back to her pedestal in the front of the room. The students stared in awe at Antares (A/N: this is pronounced as An-tar-ez. I can't find the accent mark…) while her two friends smirked.

It was no surprise to them, Antares, as the smartest witch in centuries, had every teacher wrapped around her little finger.

After a grueling 45 minutes with Professor Stroppins on how to properly sit with your ankles crossed and speaking in the proper tone of voice using the same form of sentence, the trio of girls glided noiselessly out of the classroom, communicating with their eyes.

As soon as they were safely away from Stroppins' hallway Helena burst into derisive laughter. 'Honestly! "Herd of cattle" my arse!' Corinne grinned at her friend and acted like a subdued student as Antares put on a strict, pompous face and began to lecture the girls.

They fell onto the floor in torrents of laughter, unaware of the Headmaster standing in front of them. 'Ahem!' He cleared his throat loudly, giving them a disapproving glare before beckoning them to his office.

He sighed as each girl conjured up a chair to sit in front of him. He was very calm at the moment, considering the letter he had received that morning at breakfast that his three best students would be given the opportunity to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before the commencement of the first day of school.

He was very excited at being given this chance to prove his school to those others, but- now, the chosen girls, the brightest witches of their age, were found rolling around in the corridors, giggling like school children! Needless to say, he was not happy.

At last, the final giggle had been squelched and Antares cleared her throat, slightly widening her eyes to subtly hint for the Headmaster to continue with whatever he had called them in for.

'I'm certain you are wondering why I pulled you into my office.' He started, smiling. Helena frowned, something was wrong. That joyous smile that always assured you of everything didn't reach his eyes.

'Headmaster?' She asked timidly. Ahh, there's that smile in the eyes.

'Yes Helena?'

'What's wrong? What did we do?'

'Nothing my dear, nothing!' The Headmaster replied quickly, his voice raising an octave. Antares narrowed her eyes.

'Then what, pray tell, Headmaster, are we here for?' The Headmaster took a deep breath and the contents of the letter. All three girls grinned and chimed, 'When do we leave?'"

A/N: Um, just so you know- I've made some adjustments. I want Tom to be in '75 and not '40- something. I hope that's ok, I wouldn't normally do it but it's necessary for the story. Also, don't be shocked because of how I make the normally good guys seem evil, but this evil's side of the story. I just wanted to let people know that they had reasons for what they did. You'll understand when I'm done. If you don't- well, I guess I haven't done my job. Keep in touch! ∞ Me ∞