Ok, I know this isn't the typical fanfiction, but I wrote it for a dear friend and finally plucked up the courage to post it on here. It's my first time be gentle.

NEW GIRL

A Harry Potter FanFiction

Chapter One

I awoke with a start. I sat bolt upright in my dark mahogany four-poster bed. I was surrounded with the unfamiliar sight of maroon curtains. All of a sudden, it occurred to me. I was so used to awaking to the creamy light blue surroundings of Beauxbatons. I took a deep sigh and fell back into my pillows. I missed Beauxbatons with all my heart.

My parents had decided that after four wonderful years at Beauxbatons I should be shipped off to Hogwarts, as I had finally been accepted. My parents had been trying to get me there ever since I got that letter from the Ministry of Magic.

About a week before I turned eleven, I had received a letter saying I was a "witch". Now this is something very hard for a ten-year-old Australian girl to swallow, seeing as none of my family where magical. Anyway, after much convincing I was informed I had a choice of Durmstrang, Beauxbatons or Hogwarts. All three sounded horrible, but my parents had insisted on taking a tour of all three (all expenses paid by the ministry, win). I definitely did not want to go to Durmstrang. The headmaster was creepy looking. So that left Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. I really didn't mind either of them, but I put Hogwarts as my first preference, because it was English speaking. It turned out I couldn't go to Hogwarts due to them taking too many students, so I was put on a waiting list and shipped off to France.

It was amazing. The classes were wonderful, the teachers interesting and everyone was so nice.

Now I was here in crappy old Hogwarts. I mean, don't get me wrong, the school was amazing and it was nice to be able to speak English again, but… All my friends were at Beauxbatons. It is bad enough having to make the transition between primary school and high school, let alone entering a year level that is already established and knows how the school runs. I didn't understand anything. Why put moving staircases in a school? And don't even get me started on the house system. Why do they bother with that kind of thing? Beauxbatons certainly did not.

I had been "sorted" (that hat smelt and I'm sure was full of lice) into Gryffindor, which I was mightily happy about. I had heard good things about Gryffindor.

I was just about to turn over and go back to sleep when I heard my name being called softly through the curtain.

"Mong… Mong?"

I had made a friend while I was here though, so that was nice. She wasn't into all the bullshitty fake niceness and told me bluntly about life at Hogwarts. She had filled me in on the details other people normally didn't bother to, like house rivals etc. Man was I glad to be in Gryffindor.

"Yes Monique?" I asked.

"I thought I'd see if you wanted to get breakfast?"

My stomach grumbled slightly.

"Yeah, breakfast sounds good."

I sat back up and opened my curtains to the sight of Monique in her underwear with a white shirt and green socks.

"You're not even ready to go down yet!" I laughed.

I noticed she had left her makeup on. Odd.

"Well, if you weren't going to come down, I was going to go back to bed." Monique laughed.

"Alright, I'm gunna put some clothes on."

I stumbled through to the bathroom.

As I cleaned my teeth, I watched Monique in the mirror. She had started to remove her socks. Those stupidly green socks. The more I stared at the socks, the more I realised I had seen that specific green before.

"Monique?" I asked, removing the toothbrush from my mouth.

"Mmm?" She answered, beginning to change into a short summer dress.

"Are those Slytherin socks?"

Monique's head whipped around to meet mine, her eyes wide with shock.

"What? No! What is wrong with you? Why would I have Slytherin socks?"

"Jeez, calm down!" I laughed.

Monique's face returned to its normal state and she giggled.

"You're retarded. C'mon, let's get breakfast. I'm starved."

I spat out the remaining contents of my mouth, took one last look in the mirror and left the room with her.