Well, same stuff as last time. Please, if you read, review. I don't own any of it. Wish I did though.

Chapter One

The great Hall was full of the usual noise of students eating and talking during dinner. It was the middle of October and it was raining outside. It was also cold and windy. The enchanted ceiling showed a dark cloudy sky.

Everyone was just glad that they weren't outside in this type of weather. Just as dessert appeared on the table, the doors to the great Hall slammed open with a resonating bang. Everyone stopped talking at once and looked to the doors.

The first thing they noticed was the house-elf. Nothing was really unusual about it all. Except the fact it was carrying a trunk. A very expensive looking trunk. It was made of a deep reddish- brown wood. It had many silver clasps on it. It had words inscribed into the wood and the silver and what looked like symbols of some sort. All in all it was a very beautiful trunk.

The house-elf brought the trunk to the front of the teachers table and dropped it in front of the Headmaster and than ran out of the hall. As soon as the elf had cleared the doorway, a man walked into the Hall. This man was tall, but not overly. He had black hair and bright green eyes. His skin was pale, but not deathly so. He was wearing deep purple robes with a dark forest green cloak. But what really caught everyone's attention was the fact that he was levitating an unconscious teenage girl. Or well, what looked like to be an unconscious teenage girl anyway. He stopped about four or five feet into the hall and looked around. Every one's eyes were on him.

All of a sudden the girl flew towards the back of the hall and hit the wall with a sickening crunch then slid down the wall and hit the floor with a loud thud. Every one flinched.

"She's all yours Albus Dumbledore. Do with her what you will. Just as long as you make sure that she doesn't come back home to ME at the end of the school year."

With that, the man stalked out of the hall with his forest green cloak billowing behind him. It reminded the students of when Professor Snape stalked around. During this spectacle, Harry was trying to figure out who the girl reminded him of, and why she was so familiar looking. Then it hit him.

"SALAHSYNTH!"

Harry flew off the bench to where Salahsynth laid in record time. Sal was a very beautiful young lady. She had long dark blue hair that looked very real. It went down to her ankles and came off with the impression that it never became tangled. Her skin was like looking at snow it was so white. She had beautiful facial features and a great body. As Harry knew, if her eyes were open you would be able to see that her left eye was crimson with emerald flecks and that her right one was emerald with crimson flecks. Her clothing though, left something to be desired. It was ripped and torn in many different places. You could see the smooth skin of her stomach and most of her legs and arms. She was covered in many bruises and cuts.

As Harry bent down to check her pulse and see if she was still living, Salahsynth bolted straight up into a standing position and started screaming. Not a normal "I'm scared" scream, but a scream that sounded as it held all of the pain and suffering of millions of people who were having their souls ripped in half. To say the least, Harry, (who had never in all the time he knew her, heard her scream) was scared shitless. He backed up so far and so fast that he had he back pressing painfully against the headmaster's chair.

After what seemed like hours, but was just a minute or two, she just stopped screaming. It was like somebody flicked a switch off. Salahsynth just tumbled to the floor. After regaining some of his wits, Harry scrambled over to her completely ignoring all of the teachers telling him to stay back. Harry gently touched her face and her eyes fluttered.

"Sal? Salahsynth? Are you in there?"

Her eyes snapped open the same time a hand snaked up and closed around Harry's neck. As soon as Sal realized who she was choking and immediately let go. She muttered his name in a whimper and then went instantly unconscious. Which left Harry staring at the bloodied and bruised body of Salahsynth. It was a horror which he hoped he would never have to see. So much for hope eh?