Hello everyone! I am back with another wonderful XP chapter for all of you, my lovely readers. I thought writing about their summers would be fun but frankly it is starting to suck a little bit. I'm no longer pooping rainbows.

Caroline's POV

Dear Sam,

Hi! Did you get my other message? I know my owl can get lost but it feels like you are ignoring me. I would hate that to happen. Please respond back this time. I really want to talk to you. I only hear from Emeline now and she isn't even responding that much. It makes me feel unwanted.

Did I do something to upset you?

Your Friend,

Caroline

I sent that letter off to her two days ago and she hasn't rewritten back, Emeline said it was because she was catching up on her school work and being a Ravenclaw, I believed she would be.

"Cawwol, Cawwol!" My young brother called, holding his hands out for me to pick him up.

"Yes little Adam?" I said, smiling at him, he was getting heavy off English Cream and Crumpets. Mother can hardly say no to him. A small poke of jealousy jabbed hard at my heart.

I was an only child for nine years. I never knew my parents were trying so hard for another child during those times. I thought they were happy with me. I guess they were not.

Adam smiled up at me, and patted my cheek with his little hands.

I smiled, I love him so much. My sweet little brother, "Where would you like to go?" I asked him

He just smiled before saying Dadda ten times.

"Ok, Ok" I laughed, "I'll bring you to father."

I took him up to Father's study on the first floor at the end of the main hallway.

"Father, Adam wants you." I called. I watched as he got up, quickly stopping everything he was doing to take Adam.

"Hello, little man. How are you?" He asked, looking brightly at his only son, as he ignored me, his only daughter.

Adam smiled never left him as he said he was hungry. Father's smile almost broke, he wanted to give Adam the food but Mother would never allow it. Adam was far too fat as a child and was on a strict diet. It made him cry every once in a while. I could tell it broke my parent's hearts to see his face distort with hungry and to hear his stomach growl.

I never had the chance to gain fat, no, I was on a diet since I was born fat. I was a fat chubby baby and my mother worried it would cause me to never find a husband. She never believed I was beautiful, I didn't have her long strawberry blonde locks or fathers patient grey eyes. I got dark brown eyes that didn't "sparkle" and thin weak brown hair that no potion could thicken. I was just happy it was not frizzy like that Gryffindor muggle in the year above me.

My brother had inherited all the genes that made someone good looking. From the time his small head started to sprout strawberry blonde curls my parents would hocked on him.

I left fathers study before he could look at me with surprise, wondering when I got there.

I went to my room. Sadly, I was not allowed to go with Elijah to Africa. Mother was afraid the dry African heat would damage my hair even more.

"Caroline." I heard my mother call, "Have you seen Adam?"

"Yes, yes, I, I brought him up to father in his study."

"O, thank you." She began to rush by me before stopping and tilting her head. "Why does your hair look so greasy?"

I put my hand to my hair, touchy the split ends. "I –"

"If you play with your hair like that you will just get it greasy. Go take another shower and use that new potion I bought you, it's already in the shower. O, and Caroline."

"Yes Mother."

"Stop frowning so much, it is already causing wrinkles." Mother gave a small smile before strutting to see Adam.

I turned around trying to hold in my tears. I shook my head, no, stop it Caroline. Everything is all just fine. You are beautiful in your own way.

I turned the water on, waiting for it to get warm. I looked at the potion before setting it down. I walked to the mirror and looked at my reflection.

I was no English Beauty like Sam or as elegant as Naomi and I don't have that exotic or regal appearance or attitude Emeline carries. I'm just me, plain if not ugly me. Yet, I'm the one with the boyfriend. I thought it was weird how I was able to get a boyfriend before them. I think they sense it too but they never say anything about it.

I turn to the water, perfect, nice and warm, Mother says cold showers help keep ones complexion but I don't care.

After the shower I went back to my room, I let my hair air dry in as the hot air danced in from my window.

I turned to my diary, taking my quill out, waiting for something to come to me as I look back at my life. I started this diary when I was seven; it was a gift from my Father and Mother for showing signs of magic.

I turned flipped back to a random page and started to read it from there.

Dear Diary

Hello again. It is I, I know I haven't been writing in you since I got to school but that will change, I have so much to say!

Where to begin…

Well, on the train I met some amazing people who I can happily say are now my friends. I must admit to only you, I was scared of being alone but thankfully three girls arrived. They opened the door so suddenly, they must have thought it was empty. I did not turn on the lamps since I thought I did not need it.

Their names were Samantha Hunt, Naomi Long, and Emeline of Castile.

I signed; I can remember it like it was yesterday.

"O, sorry. I didn't know this compartment was taken." A girl with short curls that bounced at the slightest movement.

She went to turn before another girl caught her arm. She turned to me. "Hello, I am Emeline of Castile, nice to meet you." She smiled kindly before turning to the other girls. "I hope we won't be a burden but could we please sit with you?"

"Yes, please!" I yelled, happily at a thought of making friends.

"Why aren't you eager." Snickered the Asian girl from behind.

Emeline rolled her eyes "Don't worry about Naomi, she just was hoping for an empty compartment."

"O, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Sam rolled her eyes, pushing her designer luggage bag above her head before sitting down in front of me."I am Samantha Hunt but you may call me Sam."

"Nice to meet all of you. I am Caroline Walker." I smiled as they began to file in Emeline taking a seat right beside me.

"Walker?" Naomi said,

"Yes, Walker." I said slightly embarrass.

I knew that Hunt was a new up and coming name among the ambassador branch of the Ministry. The name Castile didn't take The Daily Prophet to know it, it was in the history books. I looked at Naomi, she was confident and had an air of willow like grace.

"Well, since we are all introducing ourselves I am Naomi Long." She said

"Long?" I said, it sounded familiar to me.

"Walker?" She said, "Well you should at less know my mother, she was featured last month in Witches Weekly. The magazine your mother is Chief Editor of. Your father is a journalist of the Daily Prophet, no?"

"Ah, yes, I remember now." I smiled

"That must be nice, getting to rub elbows with the rich and famous."

"Yes, it's wonderful." I gave a small smile. Actually my parents don't take me along with them on the job.

"It must be." Emeline said, looking on the window. "What houses do you want to be in?"

"Slytherin." Naomi said quickly, "Or…if I had to pick two, Ravenclaw wouldn't be that bad."

Emeline wanted to be in Ravenclaw and Samantha didn't care as long as she wasn't in Hufflepuff.

"You wouldn't mind being in Gryffindor?"

"I heard Harry Potter is a hottie." Sam laughed winking at us. "Besides he is rich and famous, what I wouldn't give for fame like that."

I laughed with them until the door slid open.

"Excuse me girls, but I heard you talking about how great Potter is and I must change your mind." We looked at a boy with platinum blonde hair. I instantly knew by that smirk and sex appeal who he was.

"Draco, nice to see you." Emeline said, turning to him, smiling. "My mother wants to thank your family for such a warm welcome. She felt much better sending me off to Hogwarts after that party your parents held for us."

"Of course. We couldn't have you mix with the wrong crowd." He leaned easily against the door frame. His eyes floated around the room before ending up on me, I slightly blush and turn away, looking out the window.

I felt his icy stare leave me, turning to Sam.

"Are you the girl who wants to be in Gryffindor for Potter?" He asked

"Maybe. Unless you're free." She said, smiling,

"Who is your friend behind you?" Asked Naomi, stretching her neck to see behind him.

Draco turned to his right, "Blaise, why don't you say hi to these beautiful but confused girls."

The person called Blaise drifted into our sight, Naomi eyes widen at the tall handsome African standing at our doorway. I couldn't help but think how lucky we are. His eyes were sold dark chocolate that seemed to enjoy catching and melting in the light. He was looking straight at Naomi. He nodded slightly before leaving for his compartment, which I learned as right next to us.

"If you really want the purest attractive people come join Slytherin. We would love to have you." Draco replied before turning, following Blaise to their compartment.

As soon as Emeline closed the door Sam quickly sprung into conversation about what just happened.

"O my Merlin, Emeline, I didn't know you knew him!" She cried

"Yes, he mother invited us after Uncle decided I must not go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He had his wife's friend, Mrs. Malfoy host a small get together so my parents would feel more comfortable." She answered

"How can you not be interested in him?" Sam said, raising her voice, I feel on purpose so Draco will know how she feels.

Emeline shrugs. "You English are not as attractive as you think. I enjoy my Spanish men just fine." She laughed

"What about that Blaise guy, do you like chocolate?" Naomi asked but I could tell it was because she wanted to make sure she had no completion.

"No thanks, I like my men dark but not that dark." Emeline replied, "What about you Caroline?"

"I'm good. I don't need a man now, I just like the eye candy."

Naomi rolled her eyes but didn't say anything.

"Cawwol!"

I was brought out of my day dream. I turned to see my little brother had waddled into my room.

"Hey Adam." I smiled down at him.

"Cawwol, eat!" He yelled, banging his fists against the table.

"O! There you are!" My mother called, she picked up Adam and looked at me, for what felt like the first time all day.

"Did the new potion work?" She asked, her eyes scanning my very being.

She quickly took a piece of my hair in her hand and rubbed it together. "Great, now it's too dry. I swear Caroline, you just do this to get attention." She turned to leave before stopping. "O, time to eat."

"Cawwol!" cried Adam

"Caroline is coming, little man." Mother said fondly.

I swear if it wasn't for Adam's attention and love my parents would never even know my name.

I got up and went to the dining room.

The dining room had 8 seats and we only sat at one corner. Our only house Elf Jimpy had set out the food, there was a small cup of soup, a bowl of salad and the main meal already perfectly prepared at the exact right calories for each person.

I watch as Adam looked at his food and cried for more. He was a smart boy and knew this was less than what he usually gets.

Mother and Father looked stricken with grief at the thought of saying no but they held their ground for once.

I looked at my own portion of food, remembering the time I could ask for more.

"Why do you want more? You are far too fat for this family. I run Witches Weekly and if I can't have a daughter natural beautiful then I'll do everything I can for you to be pretty in some ways."

Mother's jibes still rang in my eyes. My father never said anything and ignored us both until we would talk about something else.

"Did you do some homework?" asked Father

I looked down guilty. "No, I'll start on Charms after dinner."

"Ok."

His attention went back to Adam, he smiled at his Son.

"I heard there the Malfoy family is having a party. Are you invited?" Mother asked, knowing that I was not. She would have gotten an invite since in our pureblood society, invitations always goes to the head of the house.

"What party?" I asked

She rolled her eyes, "I guess not."

"Mother, what party?"

"I heard you the first time." She said, picking at her salad. "The Malfoy's are having a small get together for their son and his friends and family. I was hoping to get in contact with them so we can get the story."

"Who is going?" I had to ask

"I know that your friends are going." She slightly raised her voice when she said friends.

"He will probably send me a letter later." I said, looking down. I knew why I won't be invited. I wasn't beautiful or powerful. Mother knew it too.

A beautiful tan owl flew in from the window, landing graceful on the free perch.

"Elijah!" I called happily at the thought of hearing from him, getting out of the dining room.

Father looked at my uneaten food as I got up and raised his eyes. He knew that I always eat every little scrap of food.

Mother didn't say a thing as I rudely got up and ran to my room. I bet she didn't want to risk me finishing my food. I knew she will be proud that I didn't eat all of it.

Dearest Caroline

Sorry for the late reply, your bird is not meant for the African weather, the poor snowy owl almost dropped from the heat. He is with me now and I sent you my own bird. She is used to this awful bloody heat.

Mother and Father missed it here so much and I was surprise that I did too.

It is far too different. Here we are treated like royalty while in English we are one of many. Don't get me wrong. I love it at Hogwarts and you can expect to me by your side when we get there.

I hope everything is going well, are your parents giving your trouble?

Don't let them. You are beautiful.

Elijah

I signed remembering the time we first met. I was thinking of Blaise, the gorgeous second year that visited our compartment.

"What about you C aroline, do you have a type? Emeline asked.

"Me? I, I prefer Africans for some reason." I shrugged, trying not to look into Naomi's eyes.

"I do too." Naomi responded, "Something about their smooth dark chocolate complexion makes me melt."

She gave me a hard look and turned to Sam.

"O!" Sam laughed, "That stupid trolley hasn't been here and I was looking forward to an acid pop. Caroline would you be a dear and see if the trolley lady is coming here soon? Here is five galleons, I think that will be enough for each of us to get something and get some other candies and sweets thanks. You can keep the change."

I wanted to roll my eyes. I might not be as wealthy as they are but I am far from poor. I smiled anyways knowing Mother and Father would want me to befriend these people.

I took the money and looked both ways, neither end had the Trolley lady insight but I began to travel in the narrow hallway.

I stopped a few items to ask people is she came this way. I was hoping to see Blaise again. He was so gorgeous. Naomi would kill me if she had heard my thoughts when we saw him.

"Excuse me but has the Trolley Lady been here lately?"

"You know you are the second pretty girl to ask us that." A boy said. I couldn't help but blush, no one has ever called me pretty.

I looked at the boy, he was good looking, not like Blaise but very different, I could tell he was not European by his facial features. He was even darker than Blaise too.

"Hi." I said

"Hello."

"Umm…have you?"

"She just left, I think if you hurry you could catch up with her." He said, his friends smirking at him.

"Thank You…"

"Elijah." He nodded, "and you are?"

"Caroline."

"Nice to meet you Caroline." Said another boy, this one has a copy at his side, twins. "I'm Luke, that's my twin Lance and over there sitting next to your Elijah is Paul."

I blushed when he said your and quickly tried to not become rash.

"Nice to meet you Luke. I have to go but thanks again. I hope I see you soon Elijah."

He nodded and gave a small smile before I closed their compartment.

I was surprise that he even remembered me from the ride and started to talk to me in our only class together, Potions. I was rather good at potions and was very proud of that fact. Elijah told me in Africa, potions is considered an elective so he had no background in it. Professor Snape made sure I got the chance to tutor him. I am scared of Professor Snape but I will be forever grateful to him for "setting us up".

I was going to ask Emeline what was going on with the party. I hope she responds.

Fini ~

Next chapters will hopefully wrap this story up!

I decided to base Caroline's life off of a book I've just finished reading in school. She is the older version of Mae Mobley from The Help.

Mae's mother, Elizabeth gave me the idea that physical features are important. I won't get in it but TADA!

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