He dragged me towards an empty classroom, and when we reached it, he released my arm with such force that I went flying across the room, whilst he slammed the door behind me.

"Where did you get that wand?"

"I bought it," how dare he? This random guy, ask me where I got my stuff?

"From where?"

"A shop, you know, a place that sells things."

And, quick as a flash, he pulled out his wand, ready to curse me with it.

But, I was faster, "virgissima," and a brilliant blue laser-like light shot out from the tip of my wand, hitting him in the stomach. He fell to the floor, a reaction I hadn't expected at all, as all I had done was try to give him a shock for a second. I rushed over to him once again, and pushed his black hair out of his violently green eyes. He had gone deathly white, and was sagging limply on the floor.

"Hello, hello? Can you hear me? Hello?"

He didn't move at all for what seemed to be ages, and then all of a sudden, his lips moved, "My name, is Seiji."

"Oh, um. Ok."

"I am in Slytherin."

Well, that was pretty obvious, by his uniform.

"And I've seen that wand before. I was four, and I watched him, a dark wizard, harmlessly torture people with that wand."

I knew it was bad, but surely it wasn't that bad.

"I had hoped never to see it again, it was used for so great evil, and caused so much pain. But I suppose it has returned. I only hope it is used correctly now. The old owner died, I presume?"

"Yes."

I looked at him carefully. I had seen him before, yet he still seemed new to me, unusual. There was something about him that I couldn't quite place, and it intrigued me.

"You're not English, are you?"

"Australian. Parents are English, they had to move away before I was born, but now they've come back again."

"Why did you have to move?"

He looked at me, hard, before pausing to think for a while, and then he opened his mouth to speak, shut it again, and opened it once more, before finally talking, "my parents were, and still are, Death Eaters. They had to move, for fear of being caught. Now we have moved back again, because I got into trouble. And we left my little sister behind. I miss her."

My heart went out to him, but I was curious as to what he had just said, "What sort of trouble? I don't understand?"

"I killed a random kid at my school."

"Ok then. I might be slightly scared right now." I jokily pretended to edge away, hoping he would see it as a joke, when the truth be known, I was really very curious, and I wanted to know more about him. I sat down on the floor, my legs crossed, and he told me lots about himself, and I occasionally answered his questions about me, though they were few and far between.

I eventually noticed the time, and after swearing loudly, I jumped up, "Shit! My brother and friends will be wondering where I am."

He looked up at me, "Why?"

"Because its late, and I have several very long essays to write."

"Who's your brother?"

"I thought you knew?"

"No, who is he?"

"Harry. Harry Potter."

He looked at me, now the inquisitive one, but I ignored him and turned to leave. "Goodbye, Seitchi,"

"Its Seiji. And, don't go," he flew across the room, and blockaded my exit, his robes flaring out beside him as he went, to reveal a long handled, samurai sword.

"Why the hell are you carrying a sword around?"

"For the same reason that you are carrying a cursed wand."

He left it at that, and I chose to accept it, not speaking further, other than to ask, politely, "Please let me out."

He looked like he was going to resist for a moment, and then he opened the door, and put out his arm, bowing slightly in a mocking way, "After you."

"Why thank you." I danced out of the door, only turning when I was out of his reach, "Thank you and good night, Ben."

"Ben?"

"Easier to pronounce." And I spun around once more, and flounced off in the direction of Gryffindor Common Room.

Entering the Gryffindor Common Room, Kerkera and Ginny pounced on me, and dragged me over to a chair by the fire, demanding to know where I had been. After a while, Harry, Ron and Hermione sauntered over as well. I would tell none of them anything. Instead of speaking, I pulled some parchment out of my bag, and began to scribble my name on it, before pulling out a book and translating the runes inside it in my swirly handwriting.

My friends soon lost interest in me, and wandered off, leaving me to work hard, pausing occasionally to look out of the window. I finally finished my homework, late into the evening, and tumbled up the stairs, falling up the last few to my dormitory, and collapsing, exhausted into bed, and dreams of Ben and Draco.