Harry Potter and the New Girl

Chapter One: Nadhari

"Nadhari, what are you doing?" Nadhari heard her mother call.

"Nothing," she quickly responded. Just in case, she shoved her wand under her pillow and picked up her book. She began to read just as her mother walked in.

"Didn't I tell you not to do magic in the house?" the woman asked.

"What? I'm just reading," the teenager said, waving the book around for emphasis.

"Nadhari, please? I'm not happy about letting you go off to this school, so can you at least not play around in the house?" her mother asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Fine, fine," Nadhari said. "I'm going for a walk, okay?"

"Stay out of trouble." Her mother turned to walk out, but turned back. "And don't let anyone see that wand of yours."

"Okay mom," Nadhari set her book on the bedside table, retrieved her magic wand from under her pillow, and went outside. She walked through the field behind her house until she reached a line of trees the line of trees. There, in a shadowy niche between some firs, she sat down in an old lawn chair. She took out the wand she had gotten about a week or so ago, on a trip to Diagon Alley. It had been her first taste of the wizarding world.

She knew she wouldn't actually be learning summoning charms until her third or fourth year, but hey, what could it hurt to try, especially since she should be a fifth year. She picked up the book she'd brought with her and opened to the page she'd marked. It was a book of common spells that she had thought looked interesting in Diagon Alley, especially when the book had literally asked her to buy it.

She examined her wand under the filtered sunlight that came through the trees. She could hear Ollivander's voice in her head. 'Ah, it seems we have found you a match,' the wizard had said, smiling. 'Eleven inches, core of-ah! How interesting!' The owner of the wand shop had turned the mahogany colored wand over and over, around and around. The ice-eyed girl had not been able to control her curiosity. 'Please, Mr. Ollivander, what is so interesting? What is the core of my wand made of?' He had turned to her with a smile on his wizened old face, and replied, 'Why, my dear, nothing. Nothing at all.'

A bark brought Nadhari back to the present. As she shook from her trance, she saw it was only Moose, her neighbor's dog. The brown and white monstrosity stared at her, tail wagging its whole body, looking for all the world like a puppy four times too big. He looked as if he was waiting for her to throw the wand so he could fetch it. "Go away, Moose!" she yelled. The dog obliged, trotting off looking only mildly disappointed.

Nadhari chose a large maple leaf that had fallen about 10 or 15 feet away. "Accio!" she cried, pointing with her wand. The leaf shifted slightly, though it could just as easily been the wind as Nadhari's magical command. She smiled . Concentrating harder, she again spoke the spell. This time the leaf flew over and landed neatly on her lap. By all logic, someone such as she, with no magical training at all shouldn't be able to do anything near as complicated as a summoning charm. Must be the wand, she decided. As she and her wand got more comfortable with each other, the girl found she could do increasingly more difficult tasks. This was, of course, in large part to her wand, to the special stuff of which it was made.

Nadhari stood and walked through some more trees until she reached the canal. Balancing, she walked toe-to-heel across the two-by-four and leaped down into the grass on the other side. She crossed the street to the small lake. She sat down on a large rock, staring out over the water. Only four days until she flew to England, and one day after that until she boarded the Hogwarts Express.

A/N: So, what do you think? I have several more chapters done, it's all a matter of do I feel like typing them or not. If you would like to see this continued, tell me. If you don't you could review anyways.

And I would like to thank my beta reader, Yael, for her help on this. Thanx ^__^

Disclaimer: I own only the people you don't recognize, the rest are the wonderful property of J.K. Rowling.