So this is a little different from my usual fandom, don't worry, SOA stuff is still in the works, my inner childhood fangirl just came out after going to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, as I write I am enjoying a chocolate frog with a Helga Hufflepuff card and trying to make my wand refill my water bottle with no success, bare with me. Per usual, if you recognize it I didn't do it.

As the petite brunette girl sat on the train watching the students of Hogwarts, both old and new rush around the platform she smiled. It was nice that after everything that had transpired in wizarding England something as simple as going back to school still made everyone nervous, her especially. Athena Potter wasn't like everyone on the train, she wasn't technically a witch, though her mother and stepfather had been and she had been able to perform magic since she was born, she needed no wand to bend the world to her whims, and she had never attended the great wizarding school the train was getting ready to speed off to. No, Athena was special, while her mother had been Lily Potter, a beautiful and talented witch, her father was Zeus, the King of the Gods. She was conceived through trickery, her mother thinking her father was her husband, he had almost gotten away with passing her off as James Potter's child, if not for the war that raged on. Zeus had grown concerned that the Dark Lord Voldemort would find out Athena was his and not a true Potter, and use it against the gods, after knowing the Dark Lord planned to kill her younger brother, he went to the Potters' proved to them who he was and explained what was about to happen. It was agreed that Athena would be given to a Priestess in America to be raised as a demi-god, to protect both her and the wizarding world as a whole. No sooner had the 5 year old been taken from the only parents she had ever known then that night they were murdered, young Harry surviving only by their mother's sacrifice. Athena had grown up knowing all this. Had known that her father would never allow her to return to the country of her birth until the threat was gone.

Once the second wizarding war was over Zeus had made a deal with Hades, and they had reinstated the deceased headmaster Albus Dumbledore, raising him from the dead to guide the youth of Hogwarts once again, but never to leave its halls. It was then decided that Athena would become the new Muggle Studies professor, though she had no idea what she was doing. She was barely 21, some of those students returning were almost her age, there was no way they would listen to her! She remembered her father's words then, that somewhere hidden among the students of Hogwarts the fates had left her a surprise. He would not elaborate further, no matter how much she begged and pleaded. So here she sat, jean clad legs sprawled in the seat next to her, her Sons of Anarchy hoody hugged tight to her body, ankles crossed right at the top of her cute strappy ankle boots, long auburn hair tied back, hood up hiding her headphones. Her iPod blared Goo Goo Dolls to drown out the noise from the miscellaneous students outside her window, she still wasn't sure why she had had to ride the blasted thing in the first place.

Then out the window she spotted a large group of red heads rushing to the train, hiding amongst them her brother, not that he knew she existed, her father was rather insistent that no one knew she existed until it was safe. It was going to be so weird for her to be his teacher, let alone explaining to him why she couldn't be in his life until now. As the train lurched into motion Athena gulped in a large breath of air to calm her nerves. She was the daughter of the King of the Gods for Christ sake, this was child's play compared to visiting Hades and having to deal with Cerberus. They were, after all, just children.

Farther down the train, Draco Malfoy was sitting with what was left of Slytherin house, he hadn't wanted to return to the sight of his family's utter devastation, however being at the manor was even harder, the memories were eating him alive. He was not the same cocky, self-assured boy he was when he first stepped foot on this same train a mere 8 years ago, he was now a jaded young man who's life was slowly spiraling out of his control. First being forced to join the Dark Lords legion far too young for what was asked of him, then after his down fall, finding out that he was part veela and that the part of his blood that held the creature blood had become active once the Dark Lords hold over him had fallen. Now he was desperately searching for his soul mate, as insane as that sounded at 18. From everything he had read, he had until his 25 birthday to find her, so he had time, however he would be unable to unlock a significant amount of his power until they were mated, and if he remained unmated upon his birthday, he would slowly start to wither away until his ultimate death. Not that he had resigned himself to that fate but it would serve him right after all he had done, the things he had seen, that he die a slow and presumably painful death.

That was, of course, before he stepped foot on the platform and smelled a heavenly smell that he almost followed to its source, had not Parkinson jumped on him the second she saw him and clung to him ever since. He truly could not stand her near constant badgering about when they would be getting engaged, as if simply because he had taken solace in her during the war they had to get married. Draco knew his mate was somewhere on the blasted train, where he had no clue. He had figured it was not one of his fellow snakes, much to his intrigue. He would have to see where she was at the welcoming feast, there was no chance he would be able to untangle himself from Pansy until then, he could wait, he had all the time in the world to find her.