Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

Everyone in the wizarding world knew of the sinister and wicked school named Baxtart's School for the Independent Wizard and Witch. Everyone knew what evil brewed within its walls. When this fear mongering school in the United States was finally shut down, former student, Elizabeth Maryn's parents decide to send her off to Scotland to go to an older school by the name of Hogwarts. When she attends, it is all much more than she had expected. There she meets a strange, mysterious boy that takes an interest in her malevolent past. Will she reveal her dark secrets to him or will she heed the advice of her own conscience and stay away?

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