Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Doesn't take a guineas to figure that out. But I do own Cathia and the plot, so :P

A/N: Sorry this took so long but I have a life. Btw, for those rabid HP fans who know every small detail about everyone (like me) Because this is fanfiction and I can do whatever I want to in this story Rodolphus Lestrange doesn't get caught and thrown into Azkaban along with Belatrix but instead weasels himself out during the trial like Lucius always does. Just to let you know, cause that's kind of important here.

Hogwarts Express, 10:59

Ginevra didn't even bother looking in the compartments to see if they were empty or not until she reached the back of the train. People rarely came back there unless all the other compartments were full, and after the Ministry declared Voldemort back in power a lot fewer students were going to Hogwarts. For some reason the parents' thought it wasn't safe for their kids to be at Hogwarts, although honestly it had to be safer then any of their houses.

Once she got to the very last compartment she slid the door open and ungracefully plopped herself on one of the benches. Leaning against the window she closed her eyes, glad to be alone for once. Even in her room peace and quiet was almost impossible at the burrow.

Whether she was looking forward to this year, Ginevra knew not. Every year something dramatic happened; usually involving the Dream Team. Which just meant that they would get more praise and affection. Much more of that and people might as well start worshiping them as gods.

Then there was that matter of her having no friends at Hogwarts, or really anywhere for that matter. She was a loner, and she was okay with that now. Sure when she was younger she tried to follow people around so they would assume she was their friend and…well really she didn't know what she was trying to get out of.

True there was Luna Lovegood, but she was more of a loner then Ginevra and she preferred it that way, so she and Luna had never become really good friends. Colin Creevey was a sort of acquaintance, but that was it. Colin was just too caught up in his camera and too fascinated with Harry, to really find time for anything else.

But then again, maybe this year would be better. Maybe she would make a few friends and the nightmares would stop. Maybe Voldemort would stay quiet this year.

Yeah, fat chance.

"He hem?" So caught up in her own thoughts she hadn't heard the door slide open. There stood Draco Malfoy in all his grandeur, looking down at her like she was nothing more then dirt.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Ginevra asked curtly, turning back to the window and watching his reflection in the glass.

"Right now the only thing I want is for you to get out of this compartment," he drawled in his usual bored, I'm better then you, Malfoy voice.

Ginevra scowled at his reflection, really not in the mood to deal with this. "Well, that sucks for you now, doesn't it?" She didn't turn from the window, yet still she his moves carefully. She didn't want to be cause by surprise if he pulled his wand out on her.

Malfoy scowled, crossing his arms. "Look Weasley, I don't have time for this. There are plenty of empty compartments around here. I can't see why you would need to occupy this one."

"If there are so many empty compartment, then why don't you go in one of them instead hassling me to get this one?"

"Because you little Muggle-lover, I told my friends that I'd meet them here, and I'd hate to make them search the entire train for me. Now get off your arse and get out of here."

Finally Ginny rolled her head on her neck to look over at Malfoy, giving him a lazy, bored look.

"Friends? Sense when have you been able to use the plural of that word. Surely you mean cronies, after all, those two lugs of dough who follow you around like puppies can't surely be called friends can they?" The words flew out of Ginevra's mouth without her really thinking about them. Her mind was far away, not really caring how this was going to turn out. Well, as long as she didn't end up unconscious on the floor. That wouldn't be okay.

Malfoy's sneer turned into an almost-hiss as his teeth closed over the air he exhaled. "That's rich coming from you Weaselette. Besides I do have friends, which is more then you can say."

"Uh huh, sure Malfoy, whatever you say."

"Careful Weasley! One more word out of you and you'll regret it!"

"Oh, well there is Zabini I guess. But other then that…nope I can't think of anyone." Ginevra acted like she hadn't even heard what Malfoy said, and the way she was lost in her thoughts she might not have.

"For your information…"

"Hey Dre, what's going on?" came the familiar voice of Blaise from behind Draco's shoulder.

Draco turned, unsurprised to see Cathia only inches behind Blaise, a small smirk on her face.

"Nothing. Just that the Weaselette is in our compartment and she won't leave."

Ginevra scowled, but none of them were paying attention to her.

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Okay, then we'll get another compartment. I don't see how this really matters."

"No, Blaise…" Draco started, his stubbornness kicking in. But, suppressing a wide smirk, Cathia cut in.

"No, Draco's right. We can stay here. After all, the compartment's not full. We can all sit together."

Blaise saw that wicked look on her face, wondering what she was planning this time. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. After all, when was it ever?

Draco stared at her like she was mad, which, from his view, she had to be for suggesting such a thing. Sure Cathia wasn't into the whole rivalry thing with blood traitors, or with anyone at all really, but surely she knew that even suggesting a thing was outrageous!

"Cathia that is not what I meant…"

"I know very well what you meant Draco. I just think you and your ridiculous prejudices can get over it." Giving him a look she stepped past him and into the compartment.

Blaise wasn't quite sure what to do at this point. He knew that if he followed Cathia Draco would also follow, although he wouldn't be very happy about it and would likely sulk the entire time. And Blaise knew from experience that sulky Draco was not fun to be around. On the other hand if he left to find a different compartment with Draco Cathia would be mad at him, and call him ridiculous for disagreeing with her. And knowing Cathia she wouldn't talk to him until he came around.

So, Cathia not talking to him or sulky Draco?

Best friend or love of his life?

Yeah, that was pretty much a given.

So, ignoring the blonde's glare, Blaise followed Cathia into the compartment, dreading the awkwardness.

Aghast at his friend's betrayal Draco started storming off to find his own compartment. But then he stopped and thought about it. He didn't really want to be alone, and it was just the Weaselette. He could deal, especially if his friends were there. Besides it was likely the redhead would up and leave the second she noticed she wasn't going to win this battle.

So Draco turned around and begrudgingly opened the compartment door, stepped inside, and slid into the closest empty seat, not even noticing that it was right next to the Weasel.

Ginevra's eyes were wide and wary as she observed the three people who had intruded into her compartment. What were they doing here? And more importantly why hadn't she drawn her wand on them yet?

"Hi, I'm Cathia Netwick," said the girl she didn't know. She had long pitch-black hair with bright golden highlights that seemed to glisten in the small sunlight that fell through the window. Surprisingly her eyes were the exact same shade as her highlights if not more golden. From her height and figure Ginevra estimated that she was about her own age if not a little older.

She held out her hand for Ginevra to shake, but Ginevra eyed the sparkling gold painted nails suspiciously before shaking it.

"Ginevra Weasley," she stated plainly, realizing her voice hadn't held the malice and distrust that she had expected it to. She'd try to be harsher next time, so this girl knew she didn't care for anyone who hung around Malfoy.

"I know." Ginevra frowned.

"You new here?" the redhead asked trying to ignore the other two people in the compartment. Cathia seemed nice enough…but you never know. After all Tom had seemed 'nice enough' when she had first encountered him, and look how that turned out.

Cathia nodded with a meek smile. "Yeah. I've been tutored since I was eleven, but this year my dad decided to send me here."

Malfoy made a small noise, somewhere between a snort and a scoff, but both Cathia and Ginevra ignored him.

"Hmm…" She seemed nice enough, but then why was hanging around these two?

"Draco and I are cousins, and I've known Blaise sense we were little. They're not that bad once you get to know them."

Ginevra's already suspicious eyes widened as Cathia spoke. Had she said that out loud? Surely she hadn't. After all, her mouth hadn't been moving, had it?

Had it?

Zabini chuckled, pulling Ginevra's attention away from her thoughts as she focused on him. "Don't look so scared Weasley. Cathia does that from time to time. Just ignore it and you're life will continue in simplicity and no one- well no one important- will get hurt."

"Oh…uh…okay…" But honestly Ginevra had no clue what they were saying.

Somehow Cathia and Ginevra started up a conversation that ranged from Quidditch the latest celebrity gossip with Zabini and Malfoy pitching in a word once in a while, but mostly ignoring the two girls while they were lost in their own conversation.

Almost two hours had past and Ginevra had almost completely forgotten whom she was talking with. After the first half hour the worried feeling in the pit of her stomach had worn off and any thoughts of what Malfoy and his relatives had done to her were completely forgotten.

That was, until their door slammed open and a red-faced Ron barged into their compartment.

"Ginny! What is going on here?" Ron spitted out, doing his best to glare at both Zabini and Malfoy while giving Cathia a curious look and Ginevra a surprised one, all at the same time. Not easy, let me tell you.

"I suggest you breathe some time soon Weasel, or those eyes of yours might just pop out of your over-sized head. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Malfoy drawled, but keeping his eyes the book he had taken out only moments before.

Zabini frowned. "Yes we do." He said, causing both Cathia and Malfoy to snicker.

"Shut up Malfoy, and tell me what you were doing with my sister?" Although Ginevra was sad to admit it, Malfoy was right, his eyes were about to pop out of his head.

"We weren't doing anything with your sister, although I know if she ever required my services I would be all to happy to please her." Eyes widening for what had to be the millionth time that day Ginevra stared at her-er…her brother's mortal enemy. After all, she didn't really consider him her mortal enemy, or really her enemy at all. Sure he was a total git, but even the past few years he had left her alone most of the time, only jibing at her when Harry, Hermione, or her brother was near.

Still in shock, Ginevra missed the next part of the conversation, only jolted back when Cathia first said…something to her brother.

"Yeah? And who are you? Another one of Malfoy's whores?" Her brother asked with a sneer of his own.

Cathia's eyes darkened considerably and for a second Ginevra feared for her brother's life. "Excuse me?" Cathia's voice was filled with anger as she stood up, looking at the taller redhead as a cat would a mouse, as if he were her pray.

"Don't you go making assumptions about things you don't know about, alright? First of, Draco is my cousin. And unlike most purebloods, I'm not so into incest. Secondly, just because I'm prettier then that geek you call a girlfriend doesn't mean I'm a whore. And I can guarantee you that that will never change. Got it?"

In just a manner of second's Ron's face had changed from a bright red to a ghastly white. Gulping verbally he nodded viciously.

An evil smile adorned Cathia's face. "Well that's good to hear. Now why don't you run along and join your little noble Gryffs and leave your sister alone. After all, she can take care of herself."

Stumbling over his feet Ron was practically running down the corridor, eager to get away.

Ginevra couldn't blame him. Cathia was sending out vibes that sent fear running down her spine as the little hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

Unlike Ginevra both Blaise and Draco were unfazed, being used to this side of Cathia.

Sighing Blaise stood, putting a comforting hand on Cathia's shoulder. She jumped the slightest bit but not enough for anyone but the two of them to notice. Turning around she looked into his eyes, grateful for the small act of comfort.

Taking a deep breath Cathia calmed her senses, and more importantly her power, withdrawing it from the atmosphere. Avoiding Ginevra's eyes she sat back down, leaning against Blaise, needing his comfort.

Time passed in silence with Cathia staring out the window, trying to forget her little outburst. Sure it was really nothing to what she could be like when she was truly angry, he had just lit a spark in her that set off the quietest bomb she had locked up.

'No wonder Blaise and Draco hate the Gryffindors so much. All he could think about was how we were just slimy Slytherins. How can he honestly think we don't have feelings?'

Draco was staring at the page in his book, moving his eyes back and forth, but not reading. His mind was far away, in the land of thoughts, which was currently pointed towards the red-haired girl sitting next to him.

Why hadn't she left when they had made it clear they were staying there too? Any other Gryffindor would. Not to mention she was getting along fine with Cathia, despite knowing that she was related to himself.

Thinking back his remembered his earlier comment.

Why did he say that? He should have just kept quiet. Now she knew…what did she know? That he found her hot? Well, that was pretty much a given. Any guy why didn't find he hot had to be either gay or blind. That or his name was Blaise Zabini who only had eyes for one girl.

But it wasn't just that she was hot. She had such spirit, always retorting his insults without so much as a pause. Sometimes he wondered whether she really heard what he said or just spouted comebacks at him every time he spoke.

At first he had been in pure denial. There was no way he could be attracted to a Gryffindor, let alone a Weasley! What would his father say? Of course, his father would never know though, for telling him would be suicide… or worse. And despite popular belief there were many things that were worse then death, especially when it came to a person like Lucius Malfoy.

'Don't worry Drake, your father's not going to be finding out any time soon.' A familiar voice sounded in his head and he scowled slightly, if only to keep up his appearances.

He didn't have to, and with Cathia able to read his every thought there was really no need. Yet still he preferred to act as if he despised the way she poked around his head, but honestly it gave him a sense of security every time her voice chimed in with his thoughts. Knowing that she was there- always ready to help him- was comforting, and he knew that it would prove itself very useful in the future what with Voldemort and all that other crap.

'I know. Now get out of my head. Don't you have better things to do? Say, I don't know daydreaming about a certain guy who happens to go by the name of Bla-'

'Shut the fuck up Malfoy!' Draco winced at the harshness, knowing he probably shouldn't have ventured into such dangerous territory, but it kept her out of her mind or at least kept her from speaking to him via thoughts.

The rest of the train ride was uneventful and Draco spent the entire time reading a new book he had gotten on the study of potions and how some of them had been invented or rather created.

When finally the Hogwarts Express stopped at Hogsmead station the Weasley girl got up and quickly exited the compartment without so much as a word to the three Slytherins. Not really caring Draco stood up as well, and grabbed his book before waiting for Cathia to wake Blaise up for he had fallen asleep half way through the ride.

They all managed to get themselves a carriage without having to share it with anyone but each other, something they were all grateful for, for none of them were in a chit-chatty mood and had anyone been there they would have definitely questioned Cathia.

Cathia slipped away seconds after the carriage arrived at Hogwarts and while Blaise looked after her for quite some time Draco barely had a thought about it. She was probably going to make a big entrance scene, something Draco didn't particularly care about, after all he usually slept though the beginning of term speech, just wanting to get to the part with it food and the pigging out.

Little did he know of the mess Cathia was looking forward to creating.

Hogwart's Headmaster's Office 6:13

Up in the headmaster's office Albus Dumbledore was pacing back and forth while occasionally chewing on his bottom lip or nibbling on a nail here and there.

For the great headmaster of Hogwarts was vexed with a terrible problem, and not one he could banish easily. For only two days before he had gotten a letter saying that there would be a new student to come to Hogwarts and was to start in her fifth year.

Cathia Netwick. He had never heard the name Netwick before and when he did a slight background check on the name he found next to nothing. This only increased his interest further and he had traveled to the Ministry and down the Hall of records where he found but one file.

In said file was a letter to the Ministry requesting a good tutor for a Miss. Netwick. The tutor had to be smarter then the average wizard and very powerful magical wise. But what disturbed Albus was the request that the tutor must be able to handle sudden outbursts of Magic and be able to physically control a temperamental child.

Based on the careful wording of the letter Dumbledore could sense that there was something amiss about the letter and that something wasn't truly being said.

Following the letter there was a resume for a Mr. Jonathan Merkelby along with the picture of said man. From what Dumbledore could tell he was a well-built, strong man who, by the looks of the resume was a more then decent wizard.

The last thing in the file was a small Daily Prophet clipping that had to have come from one of the later pages; news that wasn't found to be too important.

The small heading said "Man Found Dead" and although Dumbledore had to squint to read the rest of the article but he was able to make out that a Jonathan Merkelby had been found in an alley only about a week after the letter requesting a tutor had been sent.

This had all disturbed Dumbledore deeply, but not nearly so much as when he turned back to the letter and noticed that it had been sent by none other then the infamous Rodolphus Lestrange.

Which brings us, dear readers, back to the present Dumbledore, still passing in his office.

He had never known the Lestranges to have a child, nor would such a thing ever been expected, considering the length of time Belatrix Lestrange had been in Azkaban. She had escaped less then a year ago and the letter had been dated five years back.

Unless of course this child- or rather teenager as she now had to be fifteen- was not a Lestrange, after all she had a different last name. She could have merely been placed under their care, but who in their right mind would do such a thing? Even those who were 'friends' to the Lestranges knew they were far from sane and no child could grow up in their household and still be whole in the end, even without Belatrix there.

Tutored. She had to have been secluded from everyone else he age. No friends. It was most likely she had been abused but Rodolphus, for the chance that she hadn't been was slim to none.

But still it didn't make sense. She would have had to be completely secluded in the Lestrange manor for no one to know of he existence. And how had Rodolphus taken care of her when she was a baby? He just couldn't see the deadly man changing a diaper. Then again he probably could have paid a nursemaid to care for the child while she was still an infant.

Dumbledore shook his head, knowing he needed to focus on more pressing matters. The man who had been found had been just dead- nothing in the Prophet said anything about him being tortured or mutilated like he would have been had Rodolphus been the killer. All deatheaters killed like that, and whether Rodolphus had been convicted or not Dumbledore was still positive that he had been and still was a loyal deatheater.

So how had Jonathan Merkelby died? The clipping had said that the cause was still unknown at the time and Dumbledore had been unable to find anything else about it.

The letter said that the tutor requested had to control a temperamental child and other wordings of similar phrases, all which suggested that this said child was dangerous. And of course this said child just happened to be the very person who going to be inhabiting his school.

Who knew what she would do to his students. Would they end up dead too? Was she also a follower of Voldemort? How many students would she hurt before he was able to get her out of there?

Thoughts like this wracked throughout his brain all of them saying the same thing; Cathia Netwick was bad and needed to go.

But how was he to find out whether or not she was Voldemort's follower? How could he know just how much damage she planned to do to his precious school? How could he get into her mind and find out all of her secrets and evil plans?

How?

It was if a light bulb had switched on. Of course! This was simple really, and Dumbledore wondered why he hadn't thought of it sooner.

So with a slight smirk on his face Dumbledore left his office for the Great Hall, sorting hat in hand.

A/N: Yup yup, chapter two. This took much longer then expected but I had to go away for a while cause long story short my grandmother almost died. Luckily she is okay, but I was unable to bring my computer and even if I could have they didn't have Internet connection. I don't know how they survive really.

So basically I got two reviews from Skepo and Beastieboth of which were opposite reactions. One said they liked the other story better while the other one liked this on much better and said it had something that the other was just missing. Personally I agree with the latter, but I am kind of wondering about others opinions. And for those who would agree with the former I will tell you now that the result and storyline will be almost exactly the same, just the beginning's different. I like this one a lot better. Care to tell me what you think and Review? Two is such a small number.