If you've read my earlier stories, you are propbably yelling at the screen and at me. I know that I only wanted to do one fanfiction at a time, but I'm typing so many other things, that I figgered "Eh, what the hell?"

I had been thinking, "Its really stupid that no one wanted to be Harry's friend in muggle school." So I started typing and here is the first chapter!

I was eleven when I moved to England. My parents told me about the move ON my elventh birthday as a matter fact . I had just blown out the candles on my cake and smiled up at my mom and dad who said, "And this day gets even more exciting! We're moving to England!" That wiped the smile right off.

I was so upset, I pushed the cake off the table and ran to my room, locking myself in it for the rest of the day. My clock glowed 10:00 p.m. when the hunger finally won me out. I opened my door and crept downstairs.

I snuck into the kitchen and froze in mid-step when the lights flicked on. Mom was standing in the doorway and dad was sitting at the island.

They led me over to the dining room table. They sat me down and began to explain. We were going to England mainly because my dad was stationed there now.

They said "You'll love it in England Lindy! You can make more friends! We will be staying at your Grandfather's house. You'll get a princess bed and a nice big room! Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

I got up and cried "No it doesn't! I don't want to have a princess bed! I want to stay here with my friends!I don't want to move anymore!" They just shook their heads and said "We're sorry but that's not up to you."

"I hate you!" I screamed and ran, sobbing, to my room. That was over a month ago. I now lived in England, the Christmas holidays were over, and I was to start my new school tomorrow.

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"Sigh" My new school had plants and gardens all around it, but it still looked dark and forbidding. Luckily they didn't have a dress code so I could wear my American clothes. I had on my new blue jeans, a long sleeve shirt and a blue jean jacket over it. I had topped it off with a light green beanie.

"Oh well. Here goes nothing." I trudged up to the building. With a little help, I found my first class. The teacher, Mr. Harvey, introduced me to the class and told me to pick a seat. All the rows nearest to the door, were filled. There was a completely empty row right next to the windows.

I chose the one farthest in the back so I could watch the trees dance and sway in the breeze. There was only one other kid back there and he sat right next to me.

He had black hair that stuck up randomly, had glasses like me, and was dressed in clothes way too big for him. I watched him curiously as I took off my jacket and removed my black, curly hair from my hat. He felt me staring at him and glanced up. He had the most vivid green eyes I had ever seen.

I gave a small wave. His eyes widened in shock. "ohhhkaaaay... Weird." I had no clue what to do then, so I just concentrated on what the teacher was saying.

The class passed without any other weirdness. The next two classes were fairly boring. In my fourth period, there was a rather large child with blonde hair. He blocked my way and pushed me into a desk.

"Watch it." He growled. "Watch yourself. Shouldn't be too hard." I snapped. He turned to reply, only to stop and stare at me. I didn't know what his problem was, but I wasn't going to wait around to find out. I glared at him and shoved past.

I took a seat and plopped my backpack onto the ground. To my great surprise the blonde kid sat down next to me. He stuck out his hand "Dudley Dursley. And you are?" I didn't take his hand but said "I'm Lindy Owens."

I bent down and yanked my notebook from my growing backpack. I slapped it on the desk, flipped to a fresh page and started to write down the instructions on the board.

Dudley was persistent. "So are you new here? Where are you from then?" I sighed inside. "I'm from America if you must know." He laughed. "America! What a lame country. Only an idiot would live there. I guess that's why you moved here." My blood boiled. "Idiot? What a jerk."

"You're a jerk and I'm going to ignore you." I told him in the calmest voice I could muster. Before he could answer, the teacher began the lesson. When the bell rang, I strode out of the classroom and away from Dudley.

I didn't see him again until lunch. I had gotten my food and paid for it, when I saw Dudley beating up the kid with glasses. A crowd surrounded them and they chanted, "Fight, fight, FIGHT!"

I didn't think twice as I dropped my tray and rushed over to them. I pulled Dudley off of the other kid screaming for him to stop. He fell on his butt and I kneeled down next to the kid with glasses.

Dudley's cronies helped him to his feet and as he dusted himself off, he glared at me. I glared right back. "Think that just because you're a girl, you can push me and get away with it? I'm going to teach you the meaning of respect here." He exclaimed.

He lurched forward, reaching for me. Frightened, I shoved the heel of my hand up on his nose. With a crunch, it was broken.

He yelled and held his hand to his nose. Blood dripped from his fingertips. "What's going on here?" A man with a bald head, stalked over.

"Harry and that girl ganged up on me. The girl broke my nose." Dudley tattled, pointing at us with his free hand. "My name is Lindy."I hissed. The man grabbed my arm and hauled the k-Harry to his feet.

"Everyone, get back to lunch!" He ordered the crowd away. When they dissipated, he bent down and looked me in the eye. "Maybe it's because you're new here Ms. Lindy, but we don't tolerate fighting. And you know that rule extremely well Mr. Potter!" He snarled.

I didn't like him, so I nick-named him Baldy. Baldy still held on to us as he led us to the headmaster's office. Baldy shoved us down in wooden chairs and left us in the waiting room.

I crossed my arms and fumed in silent fury for a minute. I cracked my fingers one at a time and slowly let go of my anger. At least I knew that I had done the right thing. I turned to the kid, "So Harry, - that is your name right?"

He nodded. "Ok... So Harry, um..." I asked the first thing that came to my mind. "Are you ok? You aren't hurt are you? Well besides being bruised from being punched or a black eye." I rambled.

When I paused, he was staring at me again, as if I had asked if he wanted to commit mass murder. "Um... so, uh... ok then... Why are you staring at me?"

"Oh! It's just that, I didn't expect you to be nice to me." He mumbled and averted his eyes. "Why wouldn't I be nice, I just met you?"

"Well, considering the rumors that you've probably heard..." He trailed off. "Wait, you're that Harry?" I exclaimed.

He winced and nodded again, "Go ahead, laugh, and call me names." He muttered. I had heard stories about him all day, but I shook my head, "I wouldn't do that. Rumors are rumors after all."

He started in surprise, "You don't mind me being...odd?" I grinned for the first time that day. "Everyone is weird in their own little way."

He gave a small smile that grew larger as we started giggling like the children we were. The laughter faded but the smiles remained.

"I don't even know your name." Harry said. "I'm Lindy Owens, I moved here from America." I offered my hand. He shook it, "Lindy... That's a pretty cool name. And all the way from America! What's it like there?"

I told him about my old friends, how we moved around the country a lot because of my dad being in the military, and I told him about my parents.

"Hey, why was Dudley beating you up?" I asked when I had run out of things to tell him about me. "You know Dudley already? I guess you don't know that he's my cousin though. He and my aunt and uncle hate me." He scratched his hand.

"WHAT! Dudley is your cousin and he's hitting you! Why I oughta..." I growled. "Don't worry about it. They treat me well enough." I let the matter drop because he seemed uncomfortable.

We had been waiting for about ten minutes and soon, the secretary informed us that the headmaster would see us now. We shuffled inside his office and sat back down, bowing our heads with guilty looks.

The headmaster was stern, but understanding. I said that I had pulled Dudley off of Harry and when Dudley came at me, I defended myself. I ended up getting a day of detention and a note home, while Harry got a week's worth of detention for 'starting the fight'.

He dismissed us and we left. It turned out we had the next class together, so we both showed up late.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the final bell rang. I hoisted my bag onto my back and plodded toward the entrance. Dudley had been sent home early.

I was sitting on the curb outside the front of the school waiting for my mom to pick me up. Harry was lingering about the school doors and I waved him over.

"Why are you still here?" I asked as he joined me. "I'm a bit reluctant to go home. No doubt Dudley's told my aunt and uncle all they need to know that I'm to blame."

"That's not very fair." I frowned. "I guess I'll have to go home eventually. Otherwise, it could get worse." I nudged my glasses farther up my nose, "Well do you at least want a ride? It's going to rain any minute now."

"That'd be great, thanks!" He said.

My mom drove up right as the first drops came down. She clicked a button on her car keys and the minivan's door slid open. We hopped inside, Harry and I cleaning our glasses.

"Mom, this is Harry Potter. Can we give him a ride home?" I buckled my seat-belt. "Sure! Wow Lindy, only one day and a new friend!"

"Probably my only friend thanks my new reputation." I thought in my head. "Um, I have a note from the headmaster." I said in a small voice.

It's a good thing she was at a stoplight, because she most likely would have slammed on her brakes if we were moving. "Lindy Cynthia Owens! You managed to find a friend and get in trouble? I am very upset with you young lady!"

She went on to say how I was going to be grounded and how my dad would be angry. Well I didn't expect him to be throwing daises and singing praises.

I rolled my eyes at Harry, about to comment on the over reaction of mothers, when I noticed he had a sad gleam in his eye.

We arrived in Harry's neighborhood and stopped in front of number four, Privet Drive. Harry climbed out of the van and took his bag. Before he could move, it slipped off his shoulder and hit the ground.

It split and books lay wet on the pavement. I jumped out and helped him pick up his things. I carried an armful of his stuff to the door.

I handed him the books and he thanked me. "I'll see you tomorrow, I hope. That is if they don't ground me." I smiled softly, "Don't worry; I'll still be your friend, no matter what they tell me."

We said our goodbyes and parted. He disappeared into the house as I vanished into the car.

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Harry didn't come to school for a whole week. I watched for him at first period, lunch and fifth period every day. It was the next Monday, when he came into lunch late.

I had sat down and was gulping my milk, making sure it didn't dribble down my neck. I choked on it when Harry sat down in front of me.

"Oh sorry!" He apologized as I grabbed my napkin and pressed it to my mouth. I coughed and croaked out, "No you startled me is all."

I wiped my mouth off, crumpled the napkin, and lobbed it into the trashcan. Harry was without a tray or bag.

He said that his uncle had not given him any lunch and he was far too broke to even buy an apple. I rummaged through my bag and produced a mars bar.

I tossed it to him. "Here, you need this more than I do." He caught it in amazement. "These are my favorite!" He tore it open and bit into the chocolate.

I promised to bring something for him every day. Lunch was over quickly and we walked to grammar together.

After school, I walked with him to his house. I learned a lot about him. He was an orphan, both parents dead, and was taken in by his uncle and aunt when he was a baby.

He told me of how he had figured out how to stay on his uncle's good side and how he avoided Dudley. We came up to Harry's house when he finished retelling his life story.

We waved goodbye and I went home. I hoped Harry would be coming tomorrow. I also hoped we would be friends for a long time. In fact, I was sure we would.

Mmmmm, now I want a Mars bars! My sister brought me one from London and they are soooo good. Please review!