The Triumphant Return.
By Gabe-Mart.
I don't own anything, at all, ha. Not even this computer.
Author's Notes: Just so you know, this happens in Harry's sixth year. But Sirius didn't die.
Please review to let me know what you think and if I should continue. Also what pairings you want to see, I can't promise anything, but you never know.
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Caroline was nervous as she waited on the train platform with her mother. She hadn't been on a steam train before. She had been going to school in Australia. But now, for her sixth year, she was going to be going to school in England. Her mother had been given the Defence Against the Darks Arts Professorship, so they had moved.
England in September was getting cold, and Caroline thought she was really going to miss the hot weather you were supposed to have for Christmas.
The whistle on the train platform blew and Caroline's mother leant forward.
"You have to get on the train now, Caro," she said.
"I know, mum," Caroline said.
Her mother ruffled her hair and Caroline flinched. "I'm sixteen," she hissed.
She had already finished half of the equivalent of sixth year at her school in Melbourne, and did not look forward to having to learn it all again.
"Be careful, and remember to get on the boats."
"I will, mum," Caroline said, grabbing her trunk and walking away.
She didn't think it was fair for her mum to say 'be careful' when they had just moved to England after Voldemort had come back. Although Caroline had been born in Australia, her mother had gone to Hogwarts, and had fled England because of the Death Eaters in the first place.
She marched down the train, dragging her trunk behind her and fuming at the fact her mother would be apparating as soon as the train left.
"Hey, watch it," someone said.
Caroline pulled up sharply to avoid walking into the person. She was suddenly facing a tall boy with pale hair and cold grey eyes. He sneered at her. She shivered slightly, but stared back.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Caroline," she said. "Who are you?"
"I am Draco Malfoy," he said. "What's your last name? Where are you from?"
Caroline sighed. She had known that people would be interested in who she was, but she had thought to have time to settle in a bit. Her mother had warned her that some parts of the English Wizarding world were more stuck about those sorts of things. Still, she couldn't think of a reasonable lie, and she didn't like him, so she didn't care.
"I lived in Australia until in just recently. I am Caroline Mammon Saxa."
Draco blinked. He hadn't heard the name Saxa in a while. And he certainly had never this girl. She was relatively tall, with long, sun lightened hair, and pale green eyes. He didn't know of any purebloods who had green eyes, but he wasn't prepared to upset her in case she was, in fact, related to the real Saxas.
Caroline saw him back down and brushed passed him, trying to find a relatively empty compartment. There was one in the middle of the carriage which was occupied only by two dark haired boys. Caroline knocked, and they both looked at her, startled.
"Hello," the one with glasses said, wearily.
"Can I sit with you?" Caroline asked, eyeing the empty seats.
"Sure," the guy said, still weary.
Caroline looked at him, wondering what his problem with her might be, and why she thought he might be familiar. She noticed the scar on his forehead and smiled with relief.
"I'm not here to goggle, Harry, I promise," she said. "And I'm Caroline Saxa."
"Harry Potter," Harry said, smiling at the girl. "And this is Neville Longbottom," he added, because he didn't think Neville would be able to introduce himself.
Caroline grinned at Neville, who blushed to his ears, but smiled back with more confidence than he would have shown even a year before.
"Are you knew?" Harry asked, obvious sceptical.
"I just transferred from my old school. My mum's going to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor."
"We haven't had a good history of Defence Professors," Harry said. "None of them have lasted a year."
He sounded wary as much as concerned. He also seemed to be simply relating the facts, which Caroline felt better about. She certainly didn't need anyone feeling sorry for her or her mother. Also, as far as threats went, the apparent cursing of Fate was nothing to be concerned about.
Caroline merely smiled, non-committal and took a seat beside the door, facing backwards and took out her book. Harry knew that probably meant that she didn't want to talk, but he was curious. Neville wasn't bad company, but Hermione and Ron were doing the Prefects things, and he was a loss of what to do.
"What school did you go to?" he asked.
"Just the local High School," Caroline said. "I studied magic at the Melbourne Centre for Magical Arts."
Harry nodded. Neville asked a question about what they learnt, and Harry another about what her mother did before they moved. Caroline found herself telling them more than she thought she would ever be able to tell anyone, just through the easy companionship of small talk.
Before she had really begun to complain about the approaching cold they were interrupted by the arrival of two more students; a girl with bushy hair and serious expression, and a tall boy with red hair. They seemed surprised to see Caroline there.
"Ah, hi," the guy said.
"Ron," the girl hissed. "I'm Hermione Granger," she said. "This is Ron Weasley."
"Caroline Saxa," Caroline said.
Ron nodded at her in greeting and ambled into the compartment and took the seat next to Harry. Hermione however, looked excited.
"You're really a Saxa?" she asked.
"No," Caroline said. "My mother was kind of taken in by the family during the last war, before I was born. They let her take their name."
"Wow," Hermione said.
Caroline blushed.
"What does that name mean?" Harry asked.
Ron and Neville both suddenly sat up straight, finally listening to the conversation. Harry just looked confused.
"The Saxas are like Wizarding royalty," Hermione said. "Kind of like you Harry, except that they haven't been heard of in years. They're haven't been Saxas at Hogwarts for several generations."
"They all moved to Australia," Caroline said. "And not royalty. Not like Dumbledore."
"Bet Malfoy won't like it though," Ron said, grinning. "He facies himself king of the school."
"Pureblood snob," Caroline snorted. "He'll back down."
Ron looked sceptical. But Hermione took her seat and already looked lost in speculative thought. Caroline sighed quietly. It wasn't a bad beginning to the year, and it seemed she had found people who might be able to help her.