HEYYYYYYYYYY EVERYONE! I AM SOOOO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE! First, my computer shut down, causing me to lose all of my work, and then I had the flu, and um, then a psychopath kidnapped me and threw me into outer space, where Zaphod Beeblbrox fortunately cruised by on Improbability Drive, and then there was the matter of getting back to Earth, so uh, sorry.

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This chapter is dedicated to my friend, Tully, who is secretly the 13th Doctor, which is reason enough to dedicate a chapter to them. Also, In the next chapter a character MIGHT be named after them.

Draco: You are so weird. And what was the whole locking me in the basement for?

Vampyress: BECAUSE YOU RAN AWAY LAST TIME GRRRRRRR!

Draco: ONLY BECAUSE YOU ARE COMPLETELY INSANE!

We had arrived at the station and I immediately started looking for Platform 9 ¾. I quickly discovered that there was a Platform 10 and a Platform 9, with nothing but a plain, old brick wall in between the two. Naturally, this made me rather sad.

Greyback saw the look on my face and laughed.

I have never been one to enjoy being laughed at, so I scolded him, nice and calmly, making sure that I didn't cause a scene. "YOU BASTARD! DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH AT ME!" I started clawing at him, using my various rings to hurt him to the best of my ability.

He put his hands up to protect himself "Ow! Ouch! Oof! Alright, alright! I'm sorry." He shouted.

After I had stopped hitting him he sighed. "I wasn't laughing at you. It's just that I always forget how much you don't know about how the wizarding world works. You see, Platform 9 ¾ is right here. You just can't see it because that wall is in the way." Greyback shrugged and motioned in the direction of the boring looking brick wall I had noticed earlier.

"Then how do we GET to Platform 9 ¾, if there is a WALL in the way!'

He laughed. "Oh, you just run through the wall, silly. I'd go with you, but that would be a bad idea. Bye." He then kicked me out of the van, stacked my stuff next to me, and sped off.

I was too confused to protest.

Originally, I had thought he was kidding, and would come back to pick me up and bring me to where Platform 9 ¾ REALLY was, when I saw a girl around my age carrying a trunk and an owl cage run straight through the wall.

I then realized that Greyback had been completely serious, which was odd for him, and I would actually have to run through a very solid-looking brick wall if I wanted to get to Hogwarts.

I took a deep breath and sprinted toward the wall, half expecting crash into it. Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised when I opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by other witches and wizards all standing on a platform in front of a big train with "The Hogwarts Express" written on it's side. I took a deep breath and walked toward the train, lugging my stuff behind me.

Once I had managed to get all of my stuff, I still had to find a vacant compartment to sit in. I turned down the aisle and began my search. After a while, I finally made it to the back of the train, where I found an empty compartment that seemed to be practically calling my name. It had only one small window with curtains that were plenty capable of blocking out any sunlight that might try to bother me. I dumped my stuff on the ground and sunk into my seat on one of the benches.

A few minutes later, I heard the creak of the door sliding open again and looked up just in time to see the boy from the robes shop stepping into my little box-like room that I had claimed for my own.

"'ello. You're Evelyn, right? From the tailor shop?"

I nodded. "And you're Thomas."

He grinned and sat down across from me. His smile faltered for a minute as he seemed to take in my outfit. "So, er, I see you've changed your hair color since we last

met."

"Well obviously. Green IS my favorite color. Even when I was a little kid, I used to have these crazy dreams of bright green flashes…" I noticed that my audience's eyes had gone wide, as though he had just thought of something. Something that WASN'T my story. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, and then turned to Thomas.

"I'm terribly sorry. Is something wrong?" I wasn't usually so polite, especially to people I had just met. In fact, I'd like to think Sister Gertrude would be rather proud of me. The reason for my odd politeness was simple enough, yet rather perplexing. There was something about this boy that made me want him to like me, for him to give me his trust, almost like a pit bull you were bringing to war with you so the dog could rip people's throats out, preventing you from having to get your hands dirty, or a minion who could listen to you when you need someone to talk to, and then take a bullet for you the next week because they were so won over by the greatness of your cause. That's how I felt about this kid. He might even eventually gain my trust. After all, you need to trust someone to a certain extent if you are going to expect them to take a bullet for you.

He shook his head "Um, no. Nothing's wrong. So, your parents are muggles, right?"

"Haven't the faintest clue. They died when I was quite young. Now, you keep using that word, muggle, what does it mean, exactly?"

"So you're an orphan, eh? Well a muggle is a person who can't do magic." He shrugged.

"Oh. Alright. Are your parents muggles?"

Thomas laughed. "Nah, I'm a pureblood. Both of my parents were Gryffindors, like I said at the tailor shop."

"Oh. Right. Stupid question. Sorry." I paused, trying to think of something to say. I thought it odd that people weren't practically mobbing us in an attempt to become my friend. I figured they didn't realize what they were missing out on yet.

At that point, Thomas seemed to sense my discomfort with the silence, and came up with something to say.

"So, you've never really experienced magic before, right?"

"Well, I've been to Diagon Alley, of course, and I've been practicing spells and such quite a bit on my own."

He looked surprised, which I expected. When you took into account how unintelligent most other humans were, it was a shock they ever didn't look surprised. "Really? Are you any good?"

I nodded and was about to explain how I had spent the entire summer practicing, so naturally I was amazing by now, when an elderly woman pushing a cart full of treats came by.

"Sweets Trolley! Would you like anything, dear?" I noticed she was selling many of the same treats that the candy shop in Diagon Alley had sold, with the exception of Dragon Blood Suckers, which was a shame since I had really liked those.

Then something caught my eye. There was a stack of Chocolate Frogs labeled "Dark Chocolate Frogs". I've always loved dark chocolate, so I bought one, along with Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans, and something called "The Weasley Brother's Sniveling Snackboxes", which supposedly made you fake sick, allowing you to miss school. They sounded rather helpful.

I sat back down and opened the chocolate frog. There was a wizard card, as I had expected, but it was different from the other ones I had. The back was a dark black with skulls and cross bones all over it.

Thomas sat down next to me and his eyes went wide when he saw what I was holding.

"That's a Dark Chocolate Frog! They only started making those a few months ago! I heard that the cards have dark wizards on them. Well, go on! Flip it over. Let's see who you've got!"

I flipped over the card and gasped.

"That's Voldemort, the Dark Lord! Darkest wizard to ever live!" Thomas gushed "He was killed eleven years ago by Harry Potter, who happened to be a Gryffindor, by the way."

I nodded, pretending to hear him, when in fact, I was completely focused on the picture in my hand, the picture of Voldemort. At least now I had a name for Mr. Bald and Noseless, who had been haunting my dreams since I was an infant.