The end of another summer vacation had come and was time for Harry, Ron and Hermione to return to Hogwarts. After they bought all their school supplies and necessities from Diagon Alley, they hurried to Platform nine and three quarters to catch the Hogwarts Express at 11 o' clock.

'Platform nine and three quarters come on! Hurry up kids!' Mrs. Weasley called to her straggling children and Harry.

'Don't want another incident with that flying car.' Mrs. Weasley stood at the wall between platforms nine and ten.

'Fred and George, you first…' They too vanished behind the wall and a group of tourists. 'Come Ginny, you and me now. Ron, you and Harry come after us.' Mrs. Weasley took Ginny's trolley and ran with it towards the wall.

'Come on Harry, me and you now…' Ron said jokingly impersonating his mom.

Harry straightened Hedwig in his trunk and followed Ron towards the wall. Blackness engulfed Harry, and then he emerged on platform nine and three quarters. Steam was already billowing over the gleaming, red Hogwarts Express; and children were scrambling to get into the train.

'Come on Harry! We're gonna miss the train!' Ron shouted running towards the train.

Fred and George hurried out of the train and grabbed Harry and Ron's trunks and heaved them onto the train. They walked to the end of the train to look for an empty compartment. At last, the second last compartment was empty.

'Here, Ron. Everywhere else is full.' Harry pointed George and Fred into their compartment.

Fred and George lifted their trunks onto the luggage rack.

'Now listen here Ron…' Fred said mimicking his mother.

'…You mustn't cause any trouble this year!' George finished off. They laughed loudly and left.

'Oh shut up!' Ron shouted after them.

'Honestly, I don't know how mum handles them.' Ron shook his head.

Harry let Hedwig out her cage while Ron carried on.

'I thought I was never going to find you two!' Hermione burst into the compartment holding Crookshanks.

'Why you two always have to be at the back of the train I have no idea.' She let Crookshanks go and sat down next to Harry.

'So have you boys heard of the new student that just got transferred here?' Ron and Harry looked at each other, puzzled.

'Transfer? Never heard of anyone being transferred. Are you sure you heard right?' Ron said.

'Of course I heard right, Ron. Lucius Malfoy pulled strings to get her transferred here. And the only reason you've never heard of anyone being transferred is because they weren't all that well known.' Harry looked even more puzzled.

'Lucius Malfoy? Why would he do that?' Harry asked.

'Well, we'll only find out when we at school, won't we…' Hermione answered.

Ron and Harry sat quietly for a moment before they bombarded Hermione with questions.

'Shhh, do you hear that?' Hermione said. They paused for second and they heard two people talking in the last compartment.

'Does that sound like Malfoy?' Hermione asked quietly.

They listened intently, and heard Malfoy talking to someone.

'Father always gets what he wants, even if it isn't for him.' Malfoy boasted.

'They must be talking about that girl that got transferred. Wonder who he's telling…' Ron said, but Hermione tapping the wall of the compartment interrupted him.

'Do you want them to hear you?' Harry whispered hastily.

'There's a hole in this wall, I saw it the first year I rode the train…there it is!' Hermione pulled a little piece of wood out of the wall and looked through a small hole.

'Oh my! It's her, the girl that got transferred. She's in here with Malfoy.' Ron and Harry pushed Hermione aside.

'Wow she's really pretty…' Ron sighed as he moved away from the hole so Harry could see, and leaned against the window. Harry peered through the hole to look at her. Malfoy had his arm around a blonde girl; she was gentle looking and had kind eyes, unlike Malfoy. Her lips were always curved in a warm smile, even though she wasn't smiling at all; she was normal height, like Hermione, but her muscles were toned like a professional Seeker; she had a perfect body from what Harry could tell.

'Wait until Potter hears that you were in a national team at 15…' Malfoy carried on.

'I thought I recognized her!' Ron said, clicking his fingers after hearing Malfoy.

'She played for Bulgaria since two years back. She had to leave for some reason.' Hermione and Harry sat down in astonishment. The train whistle blew and Mrs. Weasley tapped the window and gave Ron his owl.

'Enjoy your year, my dears!' She shouted after them. The slow chugging of the trained drowned out Ron's mumbles. The train jerked as it pulled away from the station.

'So you say she played for Bulgaria. But then why would she leave?' Hermione paced the small compartment thinking.

'Like I said Hermione, I don't know. She just left.' Ron said.

This new girl was their topic of discussion for most of the trip, occasionally breaking off to talk about the vacation.

'Ron, you know a lot about this girl, what's her name?' Harry asked.

Ron thought for a while then he eventually remembered, 'Umm, Ambrosia…Galaxy, Galaxtia, Galaxia! Her name is Ambrosia Galaxia, yeah, that's it!' Ron said wound up.

'That name sounds familiar; she has a sister doesn't she?' Hermione added.

'Yeah I think so…' Ron wondered.

'Her sister is in this school, she's in Slytherin. Maybe that's why she came here.' Hermione said excitedly.

The sky was starting to glow beyond the sunset and the sky above began to darken, and they knew they were getting closer to Hogwarts.

'Harry, you're a bit quiet…' Ron looked at Harry sitting staring out the window. Harry snapped out of a trance and looked at Ron.

'Oh yeah, I was just thinking…'

Truth was, Harry was worried about which house this new girl would be in; if she were in his house then they'd be on the Quidditch team together, if she was in another house; Gryffindor could lose the Quidditch cup. The train came to a stop and they knew they were at Hogsmeade station.

'Firs' years this way!' Hagrid bellowed. Hagrid waved at Harry above the first year's heads as he got off the train. Harry, Ron and Hermione waved back and made their way down the narrow, steep path down to the carriages.

'All houses sort into yer years!' Hagrid bellowed farther than they could see. Harry looked back at the fourth years standing behind him; Ambrosia was standing way at the back next to Malfoy, looking bewildered, waiting for a carriage.

Malfoy shouldered his was through the crowd and got a carriage before the rest of the fourth years. As they neared the castle, Ambrosia let out an awed sigh. Harry knew that feeling from his first year, the castle windows lit up from within and the dark silhouette against the evening sky.