"It's been fifty years since Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord, but whispers about people still following his ideals are well known in the streets. I wonder what it was like, to stand next to him while fighting against the Death Eaters and against the Dark Lord himself." Adrian thought to himself as he sat on the Hogwarts express, however he was rudely yanked out of his thoughts as his forehead hit the window when he almost fell asleep. "Son of a-!" He grunted and rubbed his forehead, his auburn hair was hanging so that most of the right part of his face was covered and his crimson red eyes were looking outside. He gave off a deep sigh and leaned back in his seat, it was his fifth year at Hogwarts and he had always felt as if there was something that was wrong, as if something was going on inside the walls that no one knew about. He shook his head to dismiss the thought as he folded his arms so it covered the Gryffindor crest on his school uniform. He muttered one or two swears as he rubbed his forehead again while he looked outside. "It's going to be interesting to see who has arrived and also to meet old friends." He thought as he again slowly drifted off to his thoughts.