September 1, 1995.

The train whistled as it took off from platform 9 3/4, the comfort of the rustling tracks once more making you feel at home again. You'd miss actual home, of course, but you couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts again. Now, finding an empty spot on the train, you take the window side of the seat, gazing out the window, allowing the scenic views to lull you.

You couldn't help but wonder wonder what this fifth year is going to be like, after what has happened last year with Cedric Diggory's death. A damn shame, you had watched the scene playout. You had felt terrible for his father, and for Harry Potter. There was always a slight anxiety, regarding news of the Dark Lord, but typically, you tried to stay ignorant, and enjoy the school year while you could. Who could blame you?

The sliding of the door had caught your attention, and brought you out of your thoughts. You looked to Dean Winchester, an American transfer, who you had briefly been acquaintanced with last year in Potions. You sat together with the Gryffindor, often sharing notes, occasional glances, and he was generally a nice boy. You had thought that Cassie and Dean were a cute couple at the Yule Ball, but someone had mentioned how they had broken up sometime after the students were released. You were also aware that his younger brother, Sam, was also starting his first year today, as well.

"Hey," He started with a slight smile, "You holding this spot for anybody?"