He was even more perfect than Aurora had thought he would be. Harry's hair had grown out considerably from the picture she had stored away in her bag, he still had those green eyes she remembered seeing on her mother. Aurora stared at Harry from a distance. Georgina was holding her hand, and glancing around suspiciously. She wasn't out much so she was scared.

"Aurora, ze train is over there." Said Georgina. Aurora ignored Georgina's tugs and pulls and kept staring at her little brother. The little brother she hadn't seen in 14 long tempting years. She fought the urge to just go over there and embrace Harry, she knew she shouldn't do that. Harry didn't even know she existed, and she guessed, that's what hurt most.

"Com' on Aurora, you will see ze boy on ze train." Aurora looked one last time at her brother before giving into Georgina's calls.

Aurora didn't really love the idea of leaving Beuxbaton, there were life long friends there and they didn't like the idea of her leaving so suddenly not even three weeks into the school year. She would miss her friends, but the temptation of getting to know the only family member she had left gnawed at her every bone for the last 11 years, and now that she had the chance she couldn't surpass it.

"I love you, Nana." Said Aurora as she took the first step into the train.

"I vil see you in ze winter, love." Said Georgina. Aurora had known this woman her entire life; living in Beuxbaton was not a problem, because Georgina was still in the same country. But now, Aurora was living in Scotland, and Georgina would go back to Southern France.

"I'll miss you." Aurora was close to tears, but she knew Georgina would make it and he had to be strong herself. With one last goodbye and a round of I love you's, Georgina left, and Aurora was left alone to wait for her brother.

The train ride was long and agonizing, and Aurora never caught one glimpse of her brother. Not one. She saw a bunch of red head's and right now she sat next to a blonde with long curly hair, she tried handing her a copy of what she said was "The Quibbler" but Aurora refused to grab one, saying she didn't believe in that stuff. And the girl, known as Luna, just smiled and nodded putting on her strange glasses. Aurora was growing angst. What if Harry didn't like her? What if he didn't believe that she was his sister? But that idea was absurd, certainly Dumbledore would rid any doubts from Harry's mind. They were siblings and that was that.

The long train ride seemed to go on and on and on, Neville Longbottom had joined them soon enough and he talked of plants. A very boring subject according to Aurora, but she listened throughout his boring banter until it was time to change into her robes. She thought these robes were boring as well, But the last time she had visited Hogwarts (Dumbledore asked) it was freezing, because she was in her silk uniform. The robes were a long run from those silk blue dresses, she found them considerably warm and fitting. She found herself thinking of what house she would be put in, she knew well enough that Gryffindor was her top priority. And she knew Harry was in Gryffindor as well.

As the train came closer and closer to Hogwarts, Aurora excused herself to go and search around for Harry and his friends. She had learned from the many letters that Dumbledore had sent her that he had grown close to a pair of fellow Gryffindors, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. She couldn't wait to meet them; any friend of Harry was a friend of her. She wanted to go and look for him because the temptation had given in and now she couldn't wait to see him. She wanted to hug her little brother, it didn't matter if he hated her from the beginning, she loved him since he was born.

Just a couple of compartments left of the train and no sign of Harry Potter anywhere. Aurora became more and more frustrated. Where was he? She felt sort of bad for looking for him so anxiously. She probably looked like a weirdo, searching like a rabid animal.

"May I help you child?" It was the trolley lady with her candy. Too bad Aurora left her candy in her trunk; she could have gotten something for Harry. Just as she was about to say no thank you a head full of shaggy black hair popped out of the compartment she was about to pass. The boy's speckled eyes shined in the trains light and suddenly, Aurora's heart seemed to beat to the speed of a hummingbirds. Harry.

"I'd like a-"

"Harry?" Aurora walked closer to the boy she so longed for. He was right there, in arms length. Her little brother, and yet she couldn't bring herself to say that she was his sister, "I'm Aurora." She said calmly. Trying to hide the anticipation.

"Oh, Harry, she's that exchange student Dumbledore told us about." A girl with bushy brown hair said from the compartment. Harry turned to nod at the girl before turning to Aurora once more.

"Harry Potter," The boy reached out a long arm for her to shake, "nice to me you Aurora." Aurora's eyes teared up at the rims as Harry reached out a hand to shake hers. But Aurora couldn't touch him, she had been waiting 12 years, since she was three she's wanted to meet her little brother. And here she was, outstretching a hand to her as if she was a stranger. She practically was a stranger; Harry had never seen her in his life, "Are you alright? Would you like a seat?" Aurora shook her head and smiled at Harry, he was just like she imagined he would be. So generous, so nice. He didn't deserve everything Dumbledore had told her had happened to him. He told her the terrible things that Voldemort had put him through, the death the pain. Harry didn't deserve any of it.

"N-no, I'm fine." She refused to sit with him, knowing she would only end up telling him everything; she would let matters drop into Dumbledore's hands. He would know of how to deal with this.

"We insist," Said the girl once more. She smiled genuinely at Aurora and the smile was nothing but contagious, so she obliged and sat down next to the boy chewing on some very unappealing sandwich. She presumed him to be Ron Weasley. Harry sat beside the girl who Aurora labeled Hermione, the witch was nice looking. No threat.

"Aurora, where was it you transferred from again?" Asked Hermione, curiosity written over her young features.

"Beuxbaton's Academy of Magic." She answered. Hermione smiled and nudged Harry in the rib cage, to which Harry ignored and continued staring at Aurora in concentration.

"Are you related to anyone here?" Asked Harry, "I mean, that would be the only reason for you to be able to transfer, is it not?" Auroras' breath caught in her throat and she beamed at him. Maybe he'd figure it out on his own, "What's your last name?"

"Harry," Warned Hermione, "Don't interview the girl; I'm sure she's feeling a little out of place."

"I am right here you know?" Said Aurora. She eyed the boy sitting next to her, he had been starting to doze off and he was snoring quite loud.

"How old are you?"

"15." She answered, never taking her eyes off Harry's. He had grown so much, and she wasn't there to admire everything he had done. From battling Voldemort, to getting the Seeker position on Gryffindor's Quidditch team. She was never there to watch him grow up and it pained her to see her little brother so old, without her witnessing each and every second of his life. She promised herself she would be there forever. From now until then. Forever was a long time, but she had been waiting patiently for 12 years; it was time to stop waiting and start doing.