Sixth year. Everything seemed familiar, yet different. Everyone had grown up over the summer, including Harry. He felt older, more mature. He was eager to go back to Hogwarts, back to some sense of what was normal. Life with the Dursley's was way too boring. It was such a long summer. Since Sirius was gone Harry felt so many emotions. Anger, guilt, frustration, loss. He had lost the only parental figure that he had known. Ron and Hermione were a help, but they would never really understand his feelings. So for the time being, he put on a "happy Harry" face and lived with his emotions. Secretly he wished for someone to understand.

Samantha began packing. She had just received a letter telling her that she would be transferred again. She let out a sigh. She was just starting to fit in at her school. Oh well, this is the same story as always. Move, unpack, try to fit in, get transferred again, repeat from top. This time she was going to England. A school called Hogwarts. Oh well, she thought to herself, here we go again.

Harry woke up the next morning and prepared for the train. He gathered his belongings and headed to the door.

"Where you headed boy?" his uncle snarled.

"Back to school, Uncle Vernon," Harry said hiding the gladness in his voice.

Harry stepped outside and held out his wand hand. The Knight Bus appeared in a flash.

He told the driver his destination and quickly found a seat before the bus sped away.

Samantha arrived at the airport early that morning. She carried only her trunk on her luggage cart. She had a total of $5.00 in muggle money and 1 galleon to her name as she stepped of the plane. She bought a bagel and a small carton of milk before she went to the train station.

"Hey Harry! Wait up!" Ron yelled running after Harry.

"Hey Ron!" the friends began to discussed their summers.

"So Harry, how was your summer?" Ron asked as they walked though the platform.

"Same old, same old Ron. What did you do all summer?" Harry asked.

"About the same as always...although I did get Percy's old room," Ron responded.

They kept talking about the summer and the coming school year as they packed away their trunks and found a seat.

Samantha boarded the train after stowing her trunk. She walked through the train looking for an empty seat. Suddenly, out of nowhere somebody slammed into her. She fell to the floor, disoriented and feeling lost.

"Oh excuse me miss, I didn't see you there. Are you okay?" Harry asked as he helped her to her feet. He didn't think he knew her but somehow she looked familiar.

"It's ok. I wasn't watching where I was going. I was just looking for a seat," She said.

"Again, I'm very sorry," Harry said, "I wish I had been watching where I was going."

"Well, I gotta go find a seat. Bye." She said before running off, embarrassed.

Harry watched her run down the aisle. She seemed insecure and frightened. Like a first year, yet she looked like she belonged in his grade level. He walked back to his seat, looking very confused.

"What's the matter, mate?" Ron asked.

"Nothing. I just collided with a girl. She looked lost. Like this was the first time she was going to Hogwarts. Though, she couldn't have been in her first year. She looked like she was in our year," Harry explained. The more he thought about the experience, the more he felt a connection with her.