"Mum, I'll be fine!" said Therin, tired of her mothers constant talk.

"Remember no Parseltongue, and keep your temper, don't change..."

"MUM! I know you've said it at least 100 times this past week! I know your worried, but its not like anything bad will happen. And I'll be late for the train if we go over it again"

Therin kissed and hugged her mother and hauled herself up onto the train. Today, her hair was long sleek and pitch black. Her eyes almost the exact same colour as her hair. She threw her trunk easily into the baggage rack and threw herself down onto the bench. She pulled her legs up on to the seat, her knees tearing the holes in her jeans even larger, and pulled her hood up to cover her face. Scanning the station platform she noticed two things immediately. The first, was that her mother had already left, and the second was a man, staring strait at her from the platform. She quickly slid the window open, looked down at him and frowned.

"Who the bloody hell are you?"

"My name is Nott, and I have a message for you from your father."

"Hush you imbusil! Do you want to be overheard!"

"Sorry My Lady, he just told me to give you something."

"Then give it here and disappear!"

She snatched the letter from his hand and slammed the window shut. She carefully tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter with shaking hands. Inside it read:

To my dear daughter,

As I trust you already know, I'm am back in physical form. I will be contacting your mother soon if i possibly can. I will also try to get messages to you through this year. I trust that you will be in my arms soon. Good luck with your OWLs and may you achieve as many as I did. Your most loyal friend you can have at Hogwarts will be the Malfoy boy. He is in your grade. Dumbledore knows that I am alive and I have sent a letter to him asking him to not allow the teachers to reveal who I am in relations to you right now. Whether he will listen is beyond me. For now Therin keep your nose clean and steer clear of the Ministry.

Dad

Therin smiled and tucked the letter away in her trunk and curled up again with her head against the window.

Lost in her thoughts Therin was awakened not by the opening of the door but by her Python Samara.

"THERIN I hear something, what is it what is happening? Who is here?

"Who are you?" sneered a young girl from the doorway, "You look to old to be a first year." Therin looked up at her and smirked.

"Didn't you know that hair style went out of style like 2 centuries ago?"

"Excuse me?" said the girl in the doorway, "For one this is the Slytherin 5th year cabin, and second, your sitting in my seat."

"Well as far as the Slytherin fifth year cabin thing is, then i'm in the right cabin, i'm a transfer student and they sorted me into Slytherin already."

"Then you've seen Hogwarts already?" came a slow voice from behind the girl, "And the common room and everything else?"

"No Professor Dumbledore told me which house I was going to be in."

"Dumbledore is a quack," said the girl, "He favours that Harry Potter idiot."

"One thing, my father respects Professor Dumbledore, and Second thing, sit down and tell me everything you know about Harry Potter."