A/N Bonjour! This is my first Harry Potter fanfic! :D please be nice :) oh. And as with other's that I'll be writing it's seventh year, Voldy's dead but no one else ;)

I sighed and pressed my forehead to the cold plane window. At the end of my sixth year at St. Margaret's School For the Incredibly Gifted (Wizardry and Witchcraft) my mom had told me that we'd be moving to England. Where she went to school. Oh joy. I didn't want to leave St. Margaret's! It was wonderful there. The grounds were wonderful and it was on an island of the coast of California. Warm all year round and great surfing.

I sighed again, now though I was going to freaking England. Supposedly it was nice there, but then again 'supposedly' witches and wizards were mythical creatures. Along with hippogryphs, unicorns and a couple threstrals, a centaur or two and a multitude of gentle mermaids. I could see the threstrals because when I was six I'd witnessed a car crash where two people died. I'd gotten over it long ago though. I didn't even know them.

I sighed a third time and my mom put her hand on my knee, "It won't be that bad Carmella sweetheart. England is a wonderful place and Hogwarts is a wonderful school."

I rolled my eyes, "Why couldn't we just apparate there or floo there again?"

She smiled, "I wanted you to see how your father lived. He used all this, he didn't live in the wizarding world like we do."

I smiled remembering my father. Even though he was an amazing wizard he'd always loved muggles. He was wonderful. He laughed whenever possible, woke up before me christmas mornings and would get hot chocolate ready for when I opened my gifts. He smiled. He loved. He was warm and comforting and lovable. Now he was gone.

A tear or two would've been sliding down my face right now, if it wasn't for my mother here. Or other people being here. I didn't cry in public. I barely cried in private. Last year my father had died, he'd been experimenting with a charm that was meant to be used on muggles to cure a disease they had called cancer. In performing the spell on himself he gave himself the deadly disease, and died almost instantly. I was in school when it happened.

I rested my head on the cold window again, England finally coming into view. This was going to be a long year.

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Two days later I found myself on platform 9 ¾, a large red steam engine in front of me. I rolled my eyes at all the students crowding together in little groups. I looked at my watch and saw that it read 10:50.

I turned to my mom, "I'm gonna get on the train now mom, see you at Christmas?"

She nodded smiling, her eyes shining with tears, "Unless you've made friends and PLANS for the seventh year in a row."

I laughed, I was never home during Christmas break, usually I was at a friends house, working on my tan before having to go back to school. And it was always better to stay where it was warm then go back to my mom's house in Canada. But still, my dad had always insisted that I be there Christmas morning and I kept that promise to him.

She hugged me, "Don't be afraid of the unknown sweetheart, and don't let anyone tell you that you should ever be afraid. The only way you can be afraid is if you let yourself fear."

I smiled, my mom was a psychic. Every year before school (or during school sometime's) she'd give me a piece of advice that I would inevitably need at some point in the year. I hugged her quickly before getting my two trunks on the train.

England was shocking to my system, trunks instead of suitcases, and they gave some things the weirdest names. Example: flip flops were called thongs. Personally I used a thong as underwear, not footwear. Band-aides were plasters (you have to say that plaahhstehrs), and I finally understood where the whole tomato tomahto thing came from. Jeez.

I stepped onto the train with my two trunks, noticing that everyone only had one. Ew. How would they survive? The day before I'd had to go to the robe store and a book store and got a whole new uniform.

Unlike the adorable private school black pleated skirts skirts (pants for the guys) and white button up shirts with ties at St. Margaret's, here there's knee length pleated grey skirts (same pants), white button up shirts, and robes. Full floor length robes. Nasty. Didn't it ever get hot here?

I sighed and pushed the sleeved of my shirt up on my arm. Before I could even attempt to lift the first trunk up onto the train one of the creepy english boys was already there helping me. "You looked like you need help."

I rolled my eyes, "Actually I'm a witch and learned how to levitate things first year. If you would please let go of the trunk I could lift it myself thank you. Now run along to your little friends 'if you please'."

The guys eyes continually widened as I kept talking, as they should. Unless I tell you I need help don't help me. I'm not some weak pathetic little girl. I waved my hand and the two trunks lifted. Then keeping the spell going I walked through the train until I found an empty compartment. I lifted them up onto the rack and sat down.

I pulled my purse down off my shoulder and looked through it for my cell. I found it buzzing from a text message. I looked at the screen and found 5 new voice messages. messages. I listened them and found them all from my old friends.

From Macy: Caramel darling! How's the cold, green and english? Any cute boys? Puh-LEAZE tell me that there's SOMETHING good about that place, or imma have to drag you back to the land of the sun. Okay text me when your on your train thing. LOVE YAH SWEETHEART!

From Sam: Caramel! Macy says she called you but everyone knows she has the attention span of a goldfish. Call us when you get a chance! We want to hear allllll the details bout your first day sweetheart!

Jenna's was the one I was looking forward to: Caramal! Sam and Macy say if you don't call by at least seven we're going to apparate to... was it Hogsmead you said the village was? AND WHAT'S THIS CRAP ABOUT YOU CAN'T APPAREATE INSIDE THE GROUNDS! Call. Love you sweetheart.

I smiled and put it the phone back in my lap as soon as the compartment door opened. In walked a tall, lean, blonde haired grey eyed guy. He looked shocked to see someone in the compartment.

"Who are you?" he sneered.

I tossed my hair over my shoulder. It was long and wild in a slight coppery, auburn colour.

"I'm Carmella Dragon. And you?" I raised an eyebrow, probably some nasty perverted freak.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

"Am I supposed to know who you are?" His eyes widened. I finally said a sentence long enough that revealed that No, I wasn't born in England.

"You're American?" I rolled my eyes, "CANADIAN actually. I suppose it's the same thing to you isn't it?"

He frowned, "Yes. Now move."

I looked around, "Why?"

Steam might've came out of his ears just then, in fact I was surprised that his face didn't even turn red.

"Because this is my" some girl popped out from behind him, apparently it wasn't just him, "Our!"

"our compartment."

I rolled my eyes, "Show me the nameplate and I'll move."

He narrowed his eyes, "Do you even know who I am? As in what my name MEANS here."

"Does is mean your an arrogant jerk who needs a nap and his binky back?"

He looked confused, "What's a binky?"

I laughed, "American baby word for pacifier."

His eyes widened slightly in anger, "How dare you-"

All of a sudden another head popped in, a shock of black hair and bright green eyes, "Picking on another first year Malfoy?"

He looked into the compartment then, "Oh Hello! Who are you?"

I smiled, "Carmella Dragon. You?"

His eyes widened, "Harry Potter. You seriously don't know who I am?"

I shook my head, the name tickled at my memory as if I was supposed to know but I couldn't recall it at the moment, "Sorry can't say I do."

"That's it, your my new best friend. Ron!" A redhead came down the hall.

"Yes Harry?"

"Your no longer my best friend, this girl..." He turned to me, "Carmella was it?" I nodded. "Carmella is my best friend. She doesn't know who I am!"

The redhead (Ron?) looked at me as if I was crazy, "Seriously? Harry Potter? Last year defeated the greatest dark wizard of all time? Only guy to ever survive being Avada Kedavra'd twice? Almost destroyed Voldemort when he was one?"

I lightbulb went off in my head, "Oh right! I know about that Voldemort guy, I thought he was just a serial killer your ministry couldn't catch. But I've never heard of Harry Potter..."

Ron smacked his head, "Blimey Harry! This girls a weird one!" Harry's eyes were wide, "No she's American."

"Canadian." The Draco boy put in.

Harry turned his head to look at him, "Malfoy why are you still here? Go find a compartment. This one's ours."

Draco rolled his eyes and muttered to the people by him, there were four of them. They all headed down the train to find their own compartment, Harry walked in.

"Ron you and Hermione can go down to the prefect's compartment now, I have someone to sit with."

"Alright Harry, see you in awhile."

Harry nodded and then turned to me, "So you have no idea who I am?"

I shook my head, "I feel like I should but I'm sorry I really don't. If it helps I felt like I should know who that Draco boy was too but still nothing..."

His eyes darkened, "How long was Malfoy bugging you for?"

I laughed, "Just a minute or two. Don't worry though, I'm used to dealing with freaks like him, by the way it was going he would've either shared the compartment with me or walked away with his tail between his legs."

He was staring at me while I talked. When I finished he shook his head, "Sorry. You just talk so weird... It's amazing."

I smiled, "I could probably teach you if you like. If you'll in return teach me how to talk like a real Brit."

He laughed, "Of course I will! Is there something I can call you other then Carmella?"

I smiled, "My friends call me Caramel. Sweet as can be but a bitch to get your mouth around."

He laughed again, "Alright Caramel, what can you teach me about how you talk?"

I smiled, "Well first your o's and a's are waaaay to stressed. Try this, 'Hey dude pass me that blanket over there.'"

His eyes widened, "Umm... Okay. 'H-heyy doode pahss me thaht blanket.'"

I burst out laughing, "Would you like a side of epic with that fail?"

He looked worriedly at me, "What?"

I laughed again, "Do you know what a fail is?" He nodded.

"Well an epic fail is a fail, but it's epic. You know what epic is right?" He nodded.

"Well I always say epic fail, but you know how at restaurants and stuff you get like... chicken with a side of salad? Well it's fail with a side of epic."

He laughed, "Oh I get it! How about before I learn to talk like you I just learn sayings. Deal?"

I nodded, "That's mainly what I need."

He smiled, "You know Caramel I really like you. What house are you in?"

What? "Huh?"

"House. Like Gryffindor, that's the one I'm in. Ravenclaw, this girl I know Luna is in that one. Then there's Hufflepuff, and Slytherin."

I tried to cover a giggle, wonderful names. "So how do I know which house I'm in?"

He smiled, "Well there's this hat, it looks into your mind and decides which house you would do best in. Gryffindor is said to be for those that are brave of heart and gallant and stuff like that. Our house colours are red and gold and we're represented by a Golden Lion."

"Then there's Ravenclaw, the smartest of them all. They're blue and bronze and an eagle. Hufflepuff's next, they're just, loyal and their colours are black and yellow with a badger."

"What about the... Slytherin you called it?"

"Yeah. They're silver and green, with a silver snake. They're... cunning. That group of people you just saw though? All Slytherin's."

I nodded. Decent. "So you're in Gryffindor?"

He smiled, "Yeah. First year I thought I was going to be put in Hufflepuff or sent home or something."

I frowned and cocked my head, "Being in Hufflepuff is bad?"

He shook his head, "No not really. First year though the sorting hat described Hufflepuff last, and how the founder just took everyone who didn't fit into any other house. Honestly though Hufflepuff's are super nice. There's nothing bad you can say about almost any of them."

I smiled, "I'm not sure where I'll end up."

He leaned over and put his hand on my knee, "You'll end up wherever you want to end up. First year the hat said I should go to slytherin but I asked it not to, so now I'm in Gryffindor."

I cocked my head, "That's cool." Just then a little cart came by with an old lady pushing it.

"Anything off the trolley dearies?" Harry nodded and stuck his hand in his pocket pulling out a handful of galleons, I did the same.

He saw me and shook his head, "Let me. First snack as friends." I smiled. The old lady grinned, "As long as you don't buy everything like you did in first year Harry dear."

He laughed, "No, just give us a couple boxes of Bertie's, four chocolate frogs, a couple packs of licorice whips, two acid pops and a bag of fizzing whizzbees please."

She smiled, "Cut down have we dearie?" He laughed, "Ron's not here. Wait. He's coming back..."

She rolled her eyes, "Then you'll be taking the usual plus this?" He nodded, "Yes please."

She handed over everything and my eyes widened, "This Ron must be a bottomless pit."

He laughed, "Good description." Harry loved to laugh I'd noticed.

Just as the candy lady left the compartment opened again, a pale girl with light blonde hair looked in.

"Harry!" She exclaimed in a dreamy voice, "Oh and you've made another friend! Who are you?"

I smiled, "My name's Carmella. You can call me Caramel." I didn't know why but I automatically liked this girl. She reminded me of my friend Marissa.

She smiled dreamily, "Hi Caramel. I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood. Harry where's Ginny?"

He frowned, "She broke up with me over the summer and decided to spend until Christmas in France on an exchange program with Fleur's little sister Gabrielle."

Luna seemed surprised, "She'll come around Harry, don't worry."

He frowned, "I don't know Luna! Just one day we were hanging out and she grew progressively angrier until I brought her home she screamed that she never wanted to speak to me again."

Luna looked thoughtful, "What day was this?"

Harry thought for a minute, "Some day early August."

Luna's eyes widened, "The eleventh?"

Harry smiled, "Yeah! That one I think. Wait a minute. August the eleventh. DAMMIT I AM SUCH AN IDIOT!"

I jumped when he started yelling, I asked Luna who'd sat beside me, "What's August eleventh?"

She whispered in my ear, "His girlfriend's birthday."

I held a hand up to my mouth as I tried not to laugh, it didn't work. Pretty soon my head was back and I was all out laughing.

Harry turned to me glaring, "Well I'm glad you think it's funny."

I smiled, "Sorry Harry, it's just that my last boyfriend didn't even know when my birthday WAS to forget it."

I couldn't believe it. I was telling them about Tom. I shook my head, I wouldn't get caught up in that here. I left that on the island. I guess that was one good thing about leaving, I'd never have to see him again.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "He must've been a jerk. Like me..." He moaned.

I laughed, "Harry relax. Just call her- it's Ginny right?- and apologize! Tell her your head was on cloud nine just from being in her presence or something gooey like that."

Harry smiled, "I could but that would be lying. I think I'll just apologize, send her chocolates and flowers, stuff like that. She likes all that."

I rolled my eyes, "You're a real romantic Harry."

He smiled, "Thanks Caramel." I rolled my eyes again, innocent freak.

I smiled up at Luna, "So you have any boyfriends?"

She looked at me dreamily (was she freaking sleepwalking!) "No... I do notice this one boy though looking at me sometimes... he's rather cute... I wish he would ask me out."

I smiled, "Luna you're a strong person, ask him out."

She looked at me, "You're allowed to do that?"

I looked at Harry, "In America you can... Can't you here?"

He shook his head, "It doesn't happen very often. Maybe once... I think... Three years ago and that was to the Yule Ball."

"Well who cares? Luna ask him out." She looked at me and smiled.

"I like you Caramel, I hope you end up in Ravenclaw, it would be nice to have a friend there. Even though I'm still in sixth year... I'm supposed to be in seventh but I missed most of last year. Harry should be gone by now but he and a lot of other students missed out on their seventh year so they're still in seventh."

I nodded, "Cool. Schooling starts later in America so I'm the same age as you Harry." He smiled, "Cool."

I sighed and sat back against my seat and checked my cell phone, "That's weird..." I muttered to myself.

"What is?" Harry asked.

"My cell, it's all static-y."

Harry frowned, "I'm sorry Caramel, muggle electronic devices don't work inside Hogwarts. With the exception of some of the digital watches... but other then that nothing. It's this weird enchantment on it."

If it weren't for my pride I would burst out crying right there. "But... how do I contact my other friends? Owls take too long..."

He shrugged, "Maybe you could talk to Dumbledore about having it removed from your phone, he's generally really understanding about this stuff. He'll probably say you can."

I grinned, "That's wonderful! But since my phone has stopped working shouldn't that mean we're at the school?"

Harry looked shocked, "Already! But Hermione and Ron never came back! What am I going to do with all this candy?"

"Save it." I said shrugging. I slipped a cloak on over my clothes, an ordinary pair of ripped skinny jeans and a tucked in white button up shirt with a brown belt and grey ankle boots. The cloak was plain black and I put the hood up, I didn't want anyone to see me just yet.

I stepped off the train with Harry and Luna. I heard a voice calling first years over and went towards it. Harry talked to the... very VERY tall man directing them and asked to come with me. He said sure and Harry and I rode to the school together on some boats.

I looked up at the... castle and took it all in. It was really big, but similar to St. Margaret's. I smiled. This would be easy.