Hunter stands at a door to the Hogwarts express and looks over his parents as his mother walks up giving him a small hug.

"I will be sure to write to you son once a week and I expect a letter with updates"

Hunter remains quiet and his father steps up to him staring him over as he comments and places his hand on his son's head providing a small bit of comfort.

"I am sure you will do this family proud and get Slytherin we don't want a repeat of Claudia do we?"

Hunter shakes his head and his mother smacks her husband on the arm and looks down to her son commenting.

"a house is a house what you do son makes you who you are, and you are a Viperoth to the core make us proud..."

His mother leans down and plants a small kiss on his cheek and motions to the train.

"go on now son..."

Hunter gets on the train walking down the aisle but stops feeling himself bumped into and eyes his elder sister as she sticks out her tongue at him. He eyes her long brown hair and dark green eyes and of course her red and black robes signaling her affiliation to Gryffindor. She shoves her younger brother a bit back playfully.

"don't piss off the trolley lady or she'll suck your soul little brother"

She laughs running forward and into a group of mixed girls as she laughs with them leaving her younger brother all alone. He pushes himself into an empty car and stares out at the students still on the platform. Hunter gets lost in his thoughts thinking of the tales he has heard of Hogwarts and the history he has studied of the school and its secrets. He leans back staring up at the sealing but hears the door open wide and a small voice softly ask.

"can I, can I sit here?"

Hunter looked up eyeing the girl with her bright brown hair which was messy and unkempt, her tattered robes and her thick ugly glasses. The first thing that popped into his mind was utter sympathy for the girl but at the same time a sudden urge to keep distance. She was a skinny girl who looked like she needed to be fed some solid meat and she hugged herself as she spoke and stumbled over her words. The girl repeated.

"can I, can I sit here? There aren't much other open seats and I, I like silence..."

The girl pushes up her too big glasses and Hunter stared at the girl coldly and disgusted his gut told him to be cruel to the girl, but his heart felt a warmth of sympathy. Hunter shrugged and looked back out the window as the train jilted away from the station and began its journey. The girl huddled close sitting next to him and Hunter squeezed closer to the window putting distance between himself and the odd girl. As she moved closer hunter felt his body freeze and his breath caught as he stared out the window and the girl next to him asked.

"why is it, so, so cold?"

Hunter eyes his breath and the window ice over and eyes the figure floating alongside the train and quickly closes over the blind as the girl asks again.

"did you, did you feel that just now?"

Hunter eyes the girl and shakes his head pretending he didn't as he motions to the seat across from him pointing.

"sit there..."

The girl nods her head and sits across from Hunter as she stares him over and the two of them sit in silence which only lasts so long as the girl breaks it introducing herself.

"names Patricia, Patricia Longbottom."

She holds out her hand to the young man and he comments staring at the closed down blind still feeling the deathly grip of a dementor close by.

"that's a funny name..."

Patricia stares down the boy eyeing his dark black hair which seems to need a cut, his fancy new robes which seem custom just for him and his eyes which have a hint of black with some dark green in it. When the boy turns to her the light hits his eyes just right shining through a lighter green color. Her heart flickers at the sight of him and she blurts out.

"whoa..."

She shakes her head staring back to the wall still holding her hand out oddly to the boy and he stares it down commenting.

"Longbottom, huh, as in professor Longbottom of herbology?"

She drops her hand down and Hunter grins wide as he comments.

"I think you have the wrong car Longbottom the Gryffindor car is a bit down the way far more laughter and good times there..."

Patricia eyes over the boy and comments.

"I like silence it lets me think"

Hunter mocks Patricia.

"think ey, what could possibly be going through that head of yours Longbottom?"

Hunter stretches out her name in a mocking way and she glares down the boy stating coldly.

"thinking I don't particularly like you but I don't particularly hate you either..."

Hunter cracks a small smile still staring at the closed blind worryingly and hears Patricia ask.

"so, what's your story? your robes tell me your important, but I never seen you before. So, who are you?"

Patricia stares the boy down anxious to know more about him as her heart flutters and beats faster as the boy finally turns to her and stares her down. She feels her body melt into the seat as he leans forward staring her directly in the eyes. Patricia sees his eyes simmer to a lighter green but darken as he speaks to her.

"Hunter Viperoth.."

Patricia happiness fades and her body feels stiff with fear as she comments.

"oh, Viperoth as in Charles Viperoth the man known as the creator of-"

She stops herself and looks to her left to the door and Hunter comments.

"yes, the creator of curses like the Cruciatus curse. I'm sure your familiar with that being a Longbottom and all..."

Hunter fixes his hair and still stares at the pulled down blind his body aches and he can feel the presence of the creature its dark and haunting. He wonders if the girl can feel it too the feeling of emptiness that the dementor creates in him or if that just the curse of being a part of the Viperoth family. He swallows hard hearing the girls voice shake as she speaks. The girl pushes up her glasses and stares at a cold spot forming on the floor as she comments.

"so, you're a part of that family?"

Patricia eyes Hunter over and still feels her heart beating faster as the boy stares blankly at the closed blind covering the window. She feels odd and can still feel the cold chill run through her body and the forming ice on the walls around her, but she tries to ignore the clear signs the signs of a nearby dementor but at the same time her curiosity peaks as she asks.

"why, why do you think a dementor is here, following the train?"

Hunter turns to her and she stares him down as he comments and opens the window eyeing the two dementors outside floating besides the train. He stares them down unafraid and again Patricia asks.

"you know why, don't you?"

Hunter nods his head as he comments.

"security, there is rumors floating around that Delpini may try and escape Azkaban the ministry is worried. Your parents didn't tell you?"

Patricia looks to the floor and back up to Hunter as she asks.

"you've seen dementors before, haven't you?"

Hunter nods his head.

"once before, yes, my father and brother are both Aurors for the ministry. they hunted down a few dementors which were in the second war the ones Voldemort used. I don't recommend getting your soul sucked or making one angry it is quite painful..."

Hunter smiles wide as he says painful and turns to Patricia.

"you know we can't be friends, its nothing personal its just who you are and who I am. I'm sure your father wouldn't be too happy with you."

Patricia remains quiet and stares down Hunter as see eyes his breath shown in the cold air. She sits back in silence enjoying the train ride as they get closer to Hogwarts.