(Harry's POV)

"I found it!" cried out Lavender Brown as she held up her notebook. On it, there was a chin attached to it. She walked to the front of the room where Neville was standing and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you Ms. Brown." Said McGonagall. She turned to Neville who was looking thankful and extremely creepy without his chin. With a wave of her wand, McGonagall said the incantation and it reappeared on his face.

"Thank you professor" he muttered and headed toward his seat. Professor McGonagall looked hard at him and continued with her lesson, but was interrupted with a knock on the door.

(Drisana's POV)

She knocked and opened the door to the Transfiguration room. It was already filled with students who she assumed were her classmates. They didn't notice her at first, but Professor McGonagall lifted her head and motioned for her to come to the front of the room. As she made her way down there, a few students raised their heads, spotted her, and nudged their neighbor. By the time she got to the front, half of the room was staring at her.

"Attention everybody" McGonagall said. The rest of the class looked up. "I'd like to introduce you to your new classmate Drisana Chamberlain. She'll be joining you for the remainder of your stay here at Hogwarts." She looked over at Drisana who had a nervous smile on her face.

The class remained quiet as if expecting her to go on. Drisana stood there, wondering whether she should sit down or say something. She was about to open her mouth when Professor Mcgonagall started speaking again.

"Seeing as Ms. Chamberlain is new here, would anyone like to volunteer to show her around?" she said, sweeping her eyes over the class. After a moment, a girl with large brown, bushy hair raised her hand. "Very good Ms. Granger. Ms. Chamberlain," she said addressing Drisana. "If you would be so kind as to take a seat there, we'll continue with the lesson-" but as she finished her sentence the bell rang. As the class began to file out of the room, the bushy haired girl made her way up to Drisana, followed by two awkward looking boys, and started speaking.

"Hello. My name's Hermione Granger." She stuck her hand and Drisana shook it. "This is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." She said indicating the two boys behind her. Ron, who had alarmingly bright orange hair and a number of freckles, nodded his head and Harry, whose dark black hair stuck out in the back drawing your attention away from his green eyes covered with glasses, said "Hello, how are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks." She replied. She took them all in and smiled her I-really-want-us-to-be-friends smile. Before she could say another word, Hermione had grabbed her by the arm and started walking out of the room.

"It's lunch now. We'll show you the Great Hall. Then it's Defense Against the Dark Arts and Divinitation and that's it for the rest of the day." She looked back at her and grinned. "It's a bit much to take when you first get here, but after a while, you get the hang of it." she assured Drisana.

Oh. My Fudgin. God. Drisana thought as she entered the Great Hall. She had never seen such a huge, glorious place in her whole life. Her whole house could've fit in here, as well as all her friend's back home! Hermione, Harry and Ron watched her as she saw the ceiling and smiled as she took a breathtaking "WoW." The clearest blue was hanging high above their heads with the faintest wisp of clouds prying along the edges of it. She felt a cool, calm breeze of autumn and sighed a sigh of relief.

Ron and Harry had started walking toward the Gryffindor table, followed by Hermione and a very reluctant Drisana. She continued to glance toward the ceiling until she caught sight of the food. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she smelled the mashed potatoes and chicken. It had been a whole day since she ate anything because she was so nervous about coming to Hogwarts that now her stomach ached to be nourished. So nourished it she did.

While Harry, Ron and a few other boys began talking about Quidditch (one of the few topics Drisana didn't like to join in on, seeing as she didn't like the sport that much), Hermione was explaining the classes to Drisana. She gave her all sorts of tips on the teachers (such as who you shouldn't cross and which class it would be okay to pass a note in) and pointed out the students that you don't want to know. Drisana noticed Hermione showed a certain hate towards Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin boy who wasn't bad looking at all, except for his greasy hair.

"You don't want to get in with the Slytherin crowd. Their all bad and only use and manipulate others for their own selfish needs." She warned her. As she glanced over at Malfoy again, these two great big goons sitting next to him started laughing at something one of them said, missed a high five aimed at each other and fell over off the benches. She smirked and turned back to Hermione.

"So how is it that you're with the third years, but this is your first year at Hogwarts?" asked Hermione.

"Well, I live in Valleymoor," she explained, "where I was home schooled for the past two years. It's quiet normal for the witches and wizards there to be taught magic by their parents, but my parents were Muggles and didn't have enough money to send me to Hogwarts at first, so I was home schooled by one of my neighbors, Mrs. Smog. We've been saving up all year and finally had enough money to get all the supplies for me to come. I was so excited. I still can't believe I'm here!"

Hermione smiled. Ron didn't have a lot of money either, but unlike Drisana, he always seemed embarrassed about it. Drisana just came out and talked about it as if it was as natural as drinking a glass of water.

"How come you weren't here the first day though?" said Hermione, reaching for the plate of mashed potatoes and adding more to her and Drisana's plate.

Drisana smiled and lifted her fork to mush the mashed potatoes around with the gravy. "I had to be sorted, didn't I?" she said. She smiled at the look of confusion on Hermione's face. "For some reason, I couldn't be in the sorting ceremony with the first years. I think its cuz....well....I'm not a first year!" she shrugged and lifted a brown, soggy loaded fork to her mouth. The discussion then turned to their favorite lesson.

The rest of the day passed with ease as Drisana got adjusted to the classes. It was different then being the only one in a room and having the questions directly asked to you. Here, she didn't have to answer everything. She could leisurely raise her hand when she knew the answer and simply copy it down if she didn't! The class soon realized not to underestimate the new girl, because even though Drisana didn't have to answer questions, it didn't stop her from trying. The third years were used to Hermione's hand always rocketing to the ceiling when a question was asked, but now they had two hands fire up. Drisana soon figured out Hermione's thing was being the smartie pants in the class and only raised her hand on certain occasion or when she was called on.

When they were finishing up their dinner and about to head up to the Gryffindor common room to start their homework, Professor McGonagall came up to Hermione and Drisana.

"Drisana, there has been a new bed placed in Hermione's dormitory." she said, "That's where you'll be sleeping. If you find anything inconvenient with this, let me know."

"Thank you professor" Drisana replied and she nodded her head and turned to head back to the head table.

Boy, does she ever smile? Wondered Drisana as they made their way up to the tower. When they entered the common room, Harry and Ron were waiting for them in front of the fireplace. They dragged their bags off the last two comfy seats in front of the fireplace to make room for them. Drisana got the homework from the classes she missed and they all started to work. They would stop work to introduce her to everyone that came over to say hello. She was very interested in Ron's family. It must be so much fun with 5 kids, two parents and two brothers out of the house? By the time they finished their homework, Drisana felt fairly confident that she knew almost everyone.

Harry and Ron resumed their talk of Quidditch, which forced Drisana and Hermione to go upstairs to bed. Bed, however, was the last place they went. They stayed up and talked of all sorts of things best friends talk about. When Drisana finally went to sleep at 1:00, she felt she could totally be herself with Hermione. That was a strange feeling for her.