Fifteen year old Titan stretched from her reverie, Dumbledore's letter asking her to come to the school must have triggered that daydream. She glanced at the clock and seeing it was nearly time for her to leave, she hurried down the stairs to bid her family farewell. But, they could hardly be called her family, none of the people she lived with were related in the least. There was Peter, a sniveling, ridiculous excuse for a wizard, and Flora, the nursemaid that helped Titan care for her master when she was away doing errands.
Then there was her master, this man she had learned inexplicably wondrous things from, though at the moment he could barely be called a man. He resembled a shriveled beastie of some sort, like a diseased House Elf, but, man or beast, it didn't matter, he had been as close to a father to her as she could have ever hoped for. And she had dutifully played the role of the doting daughter, gathering the people to him that he required and helping him regain his former strength bits at a time.
Titan reached the sitting room and knelt before the giant overstuffed high backed chair that sat in front of the fireplace. "I will be heading out now, Master."
A high pitched and raspy voice spoke to her from the depths of the chair. "You really are hopeful he welcomes you back, but what will you do if he does not?"
Titan shifted a little uneasily. "I would return here and finish what I've started."
His silence that followed told her she was dismissed, she bowed her head and stood, pausing on her way out the door only to pick up her broom.
Titan stood in Dumbledore's office, taking the time she had until he arrived to examine her surroundings, all the clutter and noise made her head ache. She had just been wondering what could possibly be keeping him when the door opened and he swept into the room.
Upon spotting her, he motioned for her to take a seat. "How are you these days, Titan?"
Sitting down, Titan felt as if it had only been two days, instead of two years since she had last attended this school. "I am quite fine, sir. But I must admit, I am a little confused as to why you have called me here."
Dumbledore's face crinkled with a grin and he chuckled lightly. "Haven't really changed, have you? Well, let's get right to it, then. I'm revoking your suspension. You will return to Hogwarts in two weeks time, and you will be re-sorted and start off as a fourth year. I believe that was what you were to be next?"
Titan's eyes were practically bulging from her head, "Yes, sir. May I ask why am I to be re-sorted?"
Dumbledore simply smiled, "To give you a fresh start, just in case you have, in fact, changed."
Two weeks later, Titan was sitting on The Hogwarts Express in a compartment all alone, she had seen a Weasley, which one, she didn't know and had decided to duck out of the hallway and into an empty set of seats. Unfortunately as she did so, Lee Jordan caught sight of her and recognition dawning on his face, he had scurried off before she could bribe him into silence.
The train began to move and Titan sighed, settling into her seat. She sat like this for only a couple of minutes when her compartment door slammed open.