(Y/N) let out a nervous sigh as she played with the ring that was on her finger. She couldn't find the time to visit Harry in the Dursley's household as she and her parents were too busy following up her documents for transfer to Hogwarts.

The busiest day she had so far when she just got back to Surrey was when they went to London and Diagon Alley to buy her necessary school supplies. It was her first time in London, and it was surely different from the busy colorful streets of Tokyo, where she previously stayed.

It was chaos - (Y/N) knew nothing of the british wizarding community and she even found herself in Knockturn Alley, where she found a bunch of sketchy witches and wizards looking at her with a malicious glow in her eyes.

It didn't help that her Hogwarts letter mentioned that she should buy a formal dress. She thought that every year in Hogwarts, there's some sort of a prom. It didn't take them long enough to find her the dress that she likes, and she only bought it from a muggle dress shop.

She also told herself to not pass through Knockturn Alley again when she was to come back here in Diagon Alley.

While her parents were just as confused as she was, (Y/N) thankfully got some help from a passerby who noticed that she and her parents were looking perplexed and almost wanted to passed out. Her father was easily the most stressed out, especially since he hasn't been in England for nine years.

She also heard passing conversations of Death Eaters attacking in Quidditch World Cup last August 18th. It was such a big news around Diagon Alley. (Y/N) doesn't know what Death Eaters are, but she does know what the Quidditch World Cup is.

She frowned, wanting to see the Toyoharu Tengu, Japan's outstanding Quidditch team, play in the World Cup. She absolutely idolized the team's chasers and hoped that she could play like them one day. In fact, some of (Y/N)'s techniques came from the chasers of the team.

However, she shook her head and thought that she was insensitive as a group of wizard terrorists did attack the Quidditch World Cup. She had to set her fantasies of wanting to see the Toyoharu Tengu play aside. Who knows how many witches and wizards were injured because of that attack?

Right now, (Y/N) was in the passenger seat of her mother's car. Her belongings for Hogwarts were packed and stuffed inside the back of the car, even her trusty red-colored broom that she rode back when she was still at Mahoutokoro.

She couldn't leave her broom behind - it held so many memories, right from when she started playing Quidditch as a twelve-year old and to the last Quidditch match she had, in which she won against the team from Shunrai. Barely, of course. Shunrai almost overpowered them on the Snitch, but thankfully, the Yosamu seeker managed to catch it right on time.

Her broom was specifically made from one of the flying teachers in Mato. The teacher saw potential in (Y/N)'s third game and wanted to give her a better broom, rather than the almost-breaking broom they had for new Quidditch players. She liked to call it 'Red Thunder', specifically because of its color and it's unnatural speed.

The Mato's school crest was carved at the far end of the red broom. (Y/N)'s initials were also carved next to the crest. The two golden footings that served as an anchor for (Y/N)'s feet almost shimmered in sunlight, and the broom's tail looked like it was constantly brushed and cleaned. It looked a lot like the Firebolt that (Y/N) saw back in Diagon Alley, but fancier.

(Y/N) was thrilled to play for Quidditch this year too. Maybe there's still an available spot for a seeker in her new house?

They were driving off to King's Cross Station, where the Hogwarts Express train was going to be.

"Now, (Y/N). I know that you didn't have that much break ever since you came back in England, but I want you to behave in your new school, alright?" Her father told her from the side of her mother's seat.

"I'll be fine, father." She reassured him and stopped playing with her ring. "I'm just nervous, that's all."

"It'd be nice if you could write letters to us every now and then." Her mother commented with a frown. "I mean, we'll only get to see you again in May since students aren't allowed to go back home this Christmas... Do you reckon it has something to do about the dress we bought for you?"

"I guess so. Students are naturally supposed to go back home during Christmas breaks after all." (Y/N) replied.

"But, we don't have enough money to buy (Y/N) a new owl. Your school supplies are ridiculously expensive." Her father sighed while leaning on his seat.

"Now now, don't worry about it too much, dear." Her mother said. "I'll find myself a job this time. Do you think they're still taking applications in that hospital near our house, (Y/N)?"

"I don't know... It's been five years since I last saw that application." (Y/N) nonchalantly replied.

"At any rate, don't cause any trouble in your new school, alright? I heard that this... Hogwarts is a bit more... rambunctious than Mato." Her father told (Y/N), causing her to chuckle since she knew that her father was just worried about her, especially since she was going home after nine months.

"I told you not to worry about it, father." She said, ending the conversation between the family as (Y/N) looked out the car window, thinking about what her life would look like in Hogwarts.

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(Y/N) was screwed.

She didn't know where to go. Her parents had to leave her in King's Cross Station as soon as they arrived as her mother suddenly got a call from one of their relatives, telling them to come to their house immediately.

(Y/N) understood of course, but she didn't know where to go. She was standing right at Platform 9 and 10, but there was no Platform 9 3/4 in sight. Where would she go now?

She looked around and thought about who she could ask for help. She obviously couldn't ask the guard around the platform since it's obvious that he wouldn't know where Platform 9 3/4 would be.

It was almost 11. The train was about to leave soon.

Suddenly, she felt a harsh tap on her shoulder. She turned her head around and saw a platinum blonde haired boy looking at her with an annoyed look on his face. He also held his trolley in front of him, which were full of luggages with a golden cage sitting right on top of sone briefcases, which also held an owl inside. Behind the boy were two adults, who (Y/N) immediately assumed as his parents.

"What are you standing around here for? You'll get attention the attention of the muggles." He quirked his eyebrow up.

"Ah um..." (Y/N) felt intimidated by the annoyed and angry vibes that this family seemed to give off. She felt so uncomfortable, but judging from the way the boy talked, it's clear that he must be a Hogwarts student.

"I need to get to the platform but I uh... don't know how." She said while handing the boy over her train ticket. The snobby boy only looked at the ticket briefly before looking back up at the girl.

"You're a first year? You don't look like one." He asked while crossing his arms.

"Ah no, I'm not a first year student. I'm a fourth year actually." (Y/N) corrected with a nervous laugh, though this only seemed to confuse the boy even further, along with his parents who were listening in on the conversation.

(Y/N) noticed their confused expressions and immediately explained herself. "I transferred here from Japan." She said.

"Japan?" The man behind the boy piped up. "Are you from Mahutokoro School of Magic?" He asked, somewhat butchering the pronounciation of Mahoutokoro.

"Yes, I am." She nodded at the man, not bothering to correct him as she felt like it was too rude.

"I've never heard of someone transferring from such a powerful school with academic prowess to a school like Hogwarts before." The man said in amusement. He knew that Mahoutokoro was a great school, especially since he's heard that almost every student in that school were academically intelligent and advanced, and the players' talent in Quidditch was phenomenal.

Though, because of the common misconception that Mahoutokoro only accepts purebloods and witches and wizards of nobility with outstanding magical potential, this caused the man to think that (Y/N) was a pureblood, even though she isn't.

"Draco," the woman said as she picked up on her husband's antics. She knew he wanted his son to get along with the girl in front of them. "We'll have to leave now. Your father has urgent work in the Ministry."

"Huh? Why are you leaving me alone all of a sudden?" The boy, whose name was Draco, turned to look at his parents with a frown. "At least come with me to the platform."

(Y/N) immediately got the vibes that Draco was a spoiled child from birth. He reminded her of certain students from Toppu, who would cry if they didn't get what they wanted, though these were only the undisciplined seven year old Toppus that acted like this.

"Now now, Draco." The woman smiled down at her son, who only looked back at his parents defeatedly.  "Help the young girl to the platform, will you?" She asked, earning a hesitant nod from the boy.

It's clear that Draco didn't really want to stick with her, even though she supposedly came from a prestigious magic school from Japan. As the Malfoys left, Draco turned to look at the girl with a bored look on his face.

"Well, since you're here and all, might as well follow me to the platform." He said and pushed his trolley forward, letting the girl take a step to the side and observe him. Draco took a deep breath and readied himself as he was facing right at the brick wall.

(Y/N) felt like something bad was going to happen, frowning at the idea that they should probably have to run through a brick wall to get to the platform they desired. As expected, Draco ran through the brick wall while pushing his trolley, his figure disappearing in a blink of an eye from the girl.

(Y/N) blinked and looked around the station, wondering if any muggles just saw a fourteen year old run through a brick wall and disappear without a trace. She was almost impressed at the lack of reaction from passerbys as she followed Draco's steps, readying herself before shutting her eyes tightly while running towards the brick wall that she thought was going to greet her with a painful impact,

which never came.

Once (Y/N) felt like her surroundings changed, along with the sounds of owls, toads, and cats meowing in every corner of her hearing, she slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the students of Hogwarts chattering and hugging their parents goodbye as they boarded Hogwarts Express.

She looked up from the brick wall that she just went through and saw the hanging sign that said 'Platform 9 3/4'. She smiled at this and began to push her trolley towards the entrance of the train, excusing herself as she passed through witches and wizards that were blocking her path.

Draco already left her, which was to be expected but still, (Y/N) felt a bit offended that he left her just like that. Is she really that unlikeable?

As she finally managed to get herself inside the train, her belongings were immediately taken by someone who looks like a conductor, reassuring her that her luggages would be kept somewhere safe in the train. He didn't seem to suspicious in her eyes - he even told another student who was about to enter the train to just leave their belongings there. 

(Y/N) nodded appreciatively at the man and bowed down respectfully as he walked off with her luggage. She silently hoped it wasn't too heavy for him to carry.

'Problem is, where would I sit in this train?' (Y/N) thought to herself as she began to walk down the aisle of the train, looking for any compartments that were hopefully empty. 'Maybe I should try finding that blonde kid from earlier. He's the only familiar face I know right now.'

She thought while passing through another full compartment. She then remembered how uncomfortable and irritable Draco was around her then decided she wouldn't try to find the platinum blonde haired boy.

'Or maybe not, he probably won't even want me around or something.' She sighed at herself and compromised with just looking for a compartment that only has one or two people in it.

Surely, she could find one before the train begins to move, right?

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Harry's green eyes were drifted towards the screen door of his train compartment that he shared with Hermione and Ron. He couldn't find anything interesting to talk about while his friends were continuing to talk about Barty Crouch Snr's attitude towards his house elf, Winky.

As (Y/N) passed through his compartment, Harry felt like his time stopped for a few moment as his eyes widened at the sight of the familiar silver ring that she wore on her hand. The (H/C) hair that flowed gently behind her back caused his eyes to widen even more.

He didn't see her face, but he had a gut feeling that it was (Y/N) who he saw just now. But...

Was it really her? Or was it just his imagination playing with him because it knew how much Harry missed the ten year old girl he met five years ago?

"Harry, is something wrong?" Hermione asked, her attention now on the wide-eyed Harry. He looked like he had seen a dementor again.

Harry snapped out of his senses and shook his head at his friend. "Ah n-nothing. It's just..." His words trailed off and he thought about looking outside to see if it really was who he thought it was. "I thought I just saw someone familiar just now."

"Is it that girl that you met five years ago?" Ron asked and watched as Harry's expression became downcast. "Mate, it's been five years - don't you think she might've forgotten about you already?"

"No, she wouldn't." Harry snapped slightly at the red-head boy. "She promised she wouldn't forget about me."

"But Harry, you need to consider how much you're... obsessing with a girl that you met years ago." Hermione frowned. "She's in Japan right? And you haven't had any communication with her for five years. Isn't she a muggle?"

"Does it matter if she's a muggle?" Harry asked Hermione in a slightly annoyed tone of voice.

"I'm just saying that even if she went back to England right now, you probably won't be able to see her. There's lesser chances if she's a muggle because she might even miss you when she's back, and she has to attend a muggle school." Hermione explained as nicely as she could since she didn't want to anger Harry all that much - she could tell that he's not in the best mood at the moment.

Harry didn't reply. But his mind told him to reconsider his thoughts about the (H/C) haired girl. There is a chance that she might've forgotten about him already and she's probably already living her best life in Tokyo with her parents.

He wondered if he was still wearing the ring that had his name on it. He wondered if she was doing alright without him.

Harry spent the rest of his five years thinking about the girl all of the time. It was the first time anyone's shown him any kindness and he didn't want to lose that feeling of being taken care of, that feeling of having that special someone's attention being right at him at all times, that feeling of being able to express yourself around someone.

Sure, Harry might've found new friends and a heartwarming family that somewhat takes care of him when the Dursleys didn't, but (Y/N),

She was the first. She made him feel... real, in a sense.

Harry was expressionless as he continued to play with the ring on his hand. If (Y/N) didn't return to him by the time his years at Hogwarts ended, he might have to take matters into his own hands and find her himself.

Harry couldn't bear to lose another person in his life again, especially since she promised him.

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