Harry stood staring up at the Hogwarts express for a long time. Could he really go back? No that Dumbledore's gone, what was here for him?
It had been a year since he had seen Hogwarts. Since anyone had seen Hogwarts for that matter.
It took a lot of prodding from Ron and Hermione and Professor McGonagall to convince him to come back to get at least a little bit of his last year's education now that the war was over and they had won. McGonagall had granted him access to leave freely anytime he needed too. Ron and Hermione were granted that access also.
But could he really go back knowing that he would no longer see Dumbledore ever again?
And could he really go back knowing that everywhere he went, Ginny Weasley would be giving him death glares? He had hoped he had broken things off with her smoothly but it didn't seem to appear that way. It felt like Cho Chang.
He was knocked forward and he turned around defensively, expecting to see some Syltherin bugging him. But instead, he saw a young girl, about the same age as him. She was shorter than him, about to his chin, with hair that went to her shoulders that didn't seem to know if it wanted to be brown or red or blonde and she had one blue eye and one brown eye. Harry's breath caught in his throat when he felt his stomach do flips for the first time in a while. Who was this girl? Hadn't he seen her before?
"Excuse me," she said, her voice coming out soft and melodic. "I didn't mean to bump into you."
Harry recovered and shallowed and said, "It's fine. I -- i don't think i've ever seen you before."
"Just transfered."
"Oh, well it's nice to meet you. I'm Harry P --"
"Potter. I know. It's nice to meet you too." The girl looked down at his outstretched hand but didn't shake it. She simply smiled at him.
The train's whistle blew and the girl stepped up on the step. "It was nice to meet you, Harry Potter."
She got on the train and Harry watched as she disappeared. It was a couple of seconds before Harry realized the train was moving and he still wasn't on. He jumped onto the steps quickly and went in the train.
He suprised himself when he realized he was looking for that girl again. He didn't even know her name. She seemed to have disappeared though and Harry sat down in an empty compartment. Why had that girl seemed so familiar?