At 6ft 3, Cameron was tall for his age, with very short black hair and dark brown eyes, which contrasted with his pale skin and smooth complexion. His nose was smooth and of an average size and he always carried a caring smile on his face. This is the image he saw when he woke up on that September morning, but where he was normally tired with a small smile on his face from a good nights sleep, instead he was alert, refreshed and eager and he had a wide grin on his face that glinted in his eyes. He quickly reached over to his chair and pulled his new robe over his head and felt it rub across his toned chest and stomach. He rubbed his biceps and tried to calm is racing heart, but to no avail. He was going back to Hogwarts after 6 months. It'd been a hard time adjusting after the war, but he'd managed to escape to worst of it as he lived in the country, just south of York, so was able to avoid the biggest dangers in the big cities. His region had never had a large number of wizarding families, and all were pure bloods, though not too bothered by that sort of thing. They traditionally avoided the politics of Ministry Magic, instead following their local elders, who were more experienced and powerful than most anyway. They did, however, still learn at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, mostly finding their way into Ravenclaw. There were a few holiday lessons, but these were mostly local charms and traditions. Cameron had never wanted for a better home. His was a close community, with a stronger touch to the local nature, but they still enjoyed modern luxuries, so as he ran downstairs for breakfast, his mother was able to simply grab something out of the fridge and sit him down before he broke something in his excitement. "I wonder what you're so excited about?" His mother Valery asked, a smile playing across her lips as she knew exactly what day it was, as they'd spent the last week running up to the city to roam the Undershambles for his school supplies. His Barn Owl, Ghost was given a check up by Grandma Helen, who was the local vet. His books were collected and he quickly thumbed through them for some idea about his new lessons, and he'd been remeasured for a new uniform. His dad had even made him a wood carved hawk, which would occasionally call or flap by him, crying out in greeting to anyone who approached. Cameron loved it and always kept it close, not just because he'd also been warned that a few death eaters were still on the lose.

There was a knock on the door and Jenni, Cameron's younger sister rushed down to the door, also dressed in her new robes as it was her first year. She threw it open and was greeted by a warm smile by Zagin, the second elder and leader of their town. "Good morning there Jenni," he said in his old voice, which had always made them all feel so safe, as he walked in, "I take it you're excited? Morning Valery, and you to Cameron. Are you ready for the start of school?" "Very much so Zag, thanks for checking up. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? You never usually make the rounds," Cameron responded, slightly confused. "Robyn is feeling a bit under the weather today, and anyway, and wanted to wish you luck and remind you to keep safe. If anything happens, remember to floo straight home. I've spoken to Minerva and Filius and they've said it's ok." It was always weird to hear people talk about his teachers by their first names. "Of course sir, we won't forget," responded both Jenni and Cameron in unison. "Good, now I'm off to check in with Kate and Frank. Be safe and enjoy yourselves." And their mentor left with a warm smile. At 17, Cameron was a little bit annoyed about being treated like a child, but he understood it was just because these people cared so much about him. "Before you head off, remember to finish you're breakfast," his mum called as he was throwing his coat on. Cameron sighed, rushed back, shovelled his cereal into his mouth and dashed off again, bouncy with excitement as he hugged his mum, sister and his dad who had just left the garden only to be barrelled into by his 17 year old son. "Oof, you should try rugby son, that tackle would take anyone out," his father Liam laughed as he extracted himself from the bear hug and ruffled his son's hair. And with that, Cameron flashed a smile at him and practically flew out of the door, followed by his eagle cedar trunk, which really did fly after him due to the magic wood he had built it from.

They soon reached Thane's house, where his best friend was waiting for him. While everyone treated everyone like family in Hueiam, Cameron and Thane were more like brothers than any others. They had grown up together and gotten into all sorts of mischief together. They shared their feelings, their stuff, their ideas, even the same wand core. Valery knew that if Cameron hadn't turned up, he was always at Thane's and vice versa. Cameron could see his expression mirrored in that of Thane and knew this year was going to be brilliant. Eagerly awaiting the portkey's arrival that would take them to Kings Cross, they saw the rest of those going to Hogwarts this year coming over, with the rest of the town nearby, waving goodbye.

First over was Frank and Kate, the only twins in town who were in the year above Cameron and Thane. It was their last year, and they were really looking forward to getting back and enjoying their time. Ever since they had heard met the infamous Weasley twins in their first year, they had been dogged in their attempts to emulate them. For months they had been mourning for the loss of Fred, and had only just recovered. They'd even visited the Weasley Wizard Wheezers store in Diagon Alley to volunteer in order to be with George when he needed it most. Both twins smiled when they reached the portkey point, hugging the friends and wishing them good luck. They were both in Hufflepuff, which was an abnormality for the town, but then again, Frank and Kate had always been abnormalities. They were quickly followed by Jenni and her friends Jess and Amy. They said hi to the others and continued chatting together about the boys in their year and their studies. There were a couple of others who came over and said hi. A few jokes and a little banter was tossed around, and they'd started talking about the local Quidditch team when Cameroon looked over and saw her walking over. If Hueiam was close to nature, then she and her family were nature. They each set their life to modelling their chosen aspect of the land, and she had been chosen by the forest. She had taught him everything he knew with working with wood, or the animals there, and always led their walks through the trees. She had green growing through her hair, limbs as graceful as the willow and eyes that shone orange like an owls. She literally lived in the forest at Hogwarts and was pretty much teaching certain aspects of Herbology with such intellect that when it came to woodland plants, Professor Sprout often asked her input throughout the lesson to correct or improve anything. Her name was Orma, and she was the most beautiful girl Cameron had ever seen. She walked over, smiled to the group and came over, hugging each and every one of them. He was honoured to call her his friend and would never do anything to risk their friendship. However, she knew how beautiful she found him, and often joked around with him, flirting around a little when he wasn't concentrating, or was just a little too serious. Joining the conversation, she said, "talking of the Yorkshire Flashes, what do you think about that new Beater, isn't he dreamy?" Everyone laughed, while Cameron mocked heartbreak. "Aww, I'm sorry Cameron," she sympathetically replied with a smile, "don't worry, I'll still need a bridesmaid." They all broke out in laughs, including Cameron, before composing themselves.

Now the whole gang was together, they started discussing the new school year, and how different it was going to be without so many old faces. Although they hadn't been affected directly, a great number of their friends had been, some had even taken part in the battle when Voldemort had finally been defeated. Some had even lost their lives, including Cameron and Thane's friend James. When the first post had made it through after the battle, Kate and Frank hadn't been the only mourners. Cameron and Thane managed to keep the conversation away from specific casualties to for Kate and Frank's sake, eventually pushing it towards their subjects. They discussed who the Defence against the Dark Arts teacher would be this year, and what form their lessons would take now. They discussed their trips to Hogsmeade and if there would be any change to the meals the elves provided. Eventually, the portkey arrived, in the form of a minibus to carry them all, and they all climbed in and it whisked them all to the station for their journey back. Cameron couldn't wait.