The world seemed to be rejoicing the anniversary of the day when 'he who must not be named' was eliminated from this world. It had been many years since that day and there was no sign of trouble since than. Of course people were still worried about him, Voldemort's grandson. Many thought it was just rumors and that Voldemort couldnt possibly have mated with someone. They were half right. No one was willing enough to mate with him. But he needed a prodigy who could carry on his legacy incase something was to happen to him. And sure enough he made the wise decision to use imperio on a female witch and have her bare his son. That son soon made another son and there he stood, infront of the train that was heading towards Hogwarts. He was wearing dark robes and was alone. It was the sixth time he came here so he didnt need his parents company. Being 16 year old was enough of an excuse to use to come alone. And he knew his parents were busy with their own matters, whatever they were. And so grabbing his bag, he jumped onto the train in search of an empty compartment.