A/N: My first fanfiction I'd decided to publish! Be nice:) If you want to know more about me, go to my profile. I can tell you already know, I'm swedish. Yep, so some of my language may not be absolutley perfect, but I got the highest grade in english*proud face*. I have about 6 other chapters ready to post if you like it!

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"Hermione, really, it's OK if you have changed your mind-" Ron started to say, but I interrupted him.

"Oh, just stop it Ron, I am going."

He shrugged.

"Just sayin'..."

I gave him a hug, and kept my hands on his shoulders.

"I know you're worried about me, but I'll be fine. It's for the best."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just that...I'm going to miss you. So much."

He looked at me with large, pleading eyes. I think they were a bit watery.

"Oh, Ronald!" I said and gave him another hug. He hugged me back, hard. He held it there, and I didn't mind.

"HERMIONE?" someone shouted. Then I heard steps approaching. Ron released me from his hard hug and Harry stepped in the room. He looked sad.

"Hermione, are you sure?"

I sighed.

"For the hundred time, yes."

"Really? One-hundred percent?"

"Two-hundred percent."

Harry walked over to the couch that Ron and I were sitting in and sat down beside me.

"I'll miss you."

I gave him a hug. Who could imagine these two guys, Harry Potter the Boy who Lived and the endlessly faithful friend Ronald Weasley, were such cry-babies. In fact, I was supposed to be the one who cried my heart out for leaving my friends and family.

"Mione, you don't have to leave, you could stay here..."

"Harry, stop it. We've been trough this a million times, I AM going."

He didn't say anything, he just nodded.

Flashback

"Oh, come on Ron! Forks? Did you really have to pick a city, no sorry, a village that small?"

He and Harry laughed loudly.

"YES we did Hermione!" Harry replied. I leaned back in my chair, crossed my arms and made my grumpiest face.

"Well, it was kinda fun, but the main reason is that no wizards och witches live there. So no one will recognize you."

I had to agree that it was quite smart.

"Well, what's my new name then?"

Harry and Ron gave each other a satisfied look before proudly announcing:

"Isabella Marie Swan!"

I sighed. It was at least a quite usual name, not too rare.

"But you prefer to be called Bella."

"Did you plan my closet as well? How many pair of socks do I have?"

Harry and Ron just laughed.

"How am I getting there? No airplanes, right"?

"We found a portkey to Seattle, but that's the closest we could get. From there you'll take an...airplane did you say? Yeah, an airplane to Forks."

"Okay...Where will I live?"

Harry responded.

"That was the trickiest part. But Ron and I got it all solved out! Charlie Swan, chief of the police, nowadays believes his daughter is finally coming to live with him and attend at Forks High School."

I frowned. Poor Charlie.

"So what's the story then?"

Harry and Ron look confused.

"Well, I can't just move from England to my dad for no reason at all, can I?"

I could almost see the light bulbs pop out over their heads.

"Aaah, you mean that story. Well, your mother worked a lot and moved around with her job a lot, and you had to change school every half year, and that made you both unhappy. So you got the bright idea-move to your dad in the U.S!"

I nodded. It wasn't impossible.

"That works. And I'll leave next week right?"

They both looked unhappy.

"Yes."

Akward silence.

"Well...I guess I should go and pack the muggleclothes I have."

I didn't get a response so I rose and left the room.

End of flashback.

Next day, it was my leaving-day. I wanted all the goodbyes to take place in the Burrow-I wanted to take the portkey by myself. The house was filled with friends from Hogwarts and the Weasleys. I hugged them all and chatted a bit. It was a quite heavy morning, it was hard to say goodbye to everyone I loved. But I still wanted nothing more than to get away.

"Oh, darling! I'm going to miss you so much!"

Mrs. Weasley's eyes were teary and red. I gave her a big hug.

"Don't cry, Mrs. Weasley. We'll see each other again. I'll be back."

Ginny came up from behind.

"Do you promise? Do you promise that you really will come back?"

"Yes Ginny, I do. I will come back someday."

Her eyes were getting watery.

"How long?" her voice broke at the last word. I took her in my arms and whispered to her.

"I don't know. But I promise, I'll come back. Make Harry happy now, and don't tease Ron too much."

She smiled when I released her from my hug. I would really miss Ginny. She's my closest friend, I don't know how many times we'd just sat and talked the night through over a cup of tea. Then I took my bag with the few muggleclothes I owned, opened the door and left without looking back. I saw the portkey, and it was already starting to lighten up. I quickly put my finger on, unwillingly to miss it. It took a few seconds before it started to really shine, and suddenly I felt my self being up in the air, my hair blowing in all directions. In just seconds, I landed on a green lawn. There were trees all around me. I looked around, hoping that I really was in Seattle. I would kill Harry and Ron if they'd tricked me. Then I saw a sign. 'Bow Lake'. I shrugged, Harry and Ron had told me that the portkey wold go here, and the airport would basically be across the street. Well, they were right. I saw the entrance as soon as I got out to International Boulevard. I sighed. I had to fly to Forks. Charlie would ask questions if just popped out of thin air in front of the house.

A few hours later a climbed in to Charlie's car. It was a cruiser, I felt slightly embarrassed when we drove away. I was still happy the flight went to Forks and not to Port Angeles though. A one hour drive with a man I've never met and who though I was his daughter was not something I wanted to do. And, as I thought, we didn't have much to talk about. He asked a little about my 'mom', and I lied as best as I could. I was thankful when he pulled over to a white, two-storeyed house.

"Well...We're here. It's good to have you back, Bella."

I smiled at him.

"It's good to be back." I lied.

We walked into the house, and I followed him up the stairs to, I assumed, my bedroom.

"Uhm...I got you new sheets. You like purple, right?"

I shrugged indifferently.

"Purple's cool."

We stood there akwardly for a minute and I looked out through the window. The empty street almost felt depressing. I blinked, and suddenly a woman stood there. I gasped in shock. She was wearing a black robe and a dark green cape over it. On her head she wore a black, pointed hat. It was professor McGonagall.

"I'll just leave you to unpack your things." Charlie said.

I realized I'd forgotten he was in the room. I just nodded at him. As soon he was out of the door, I apparated to McGonagall, who still stood on the driveway.

"Professor McGongall! How did you-"

"Know that you were here? As the mistress of Hogwarts you do get to know things." She smiled cryptically. "It's good to see you, Hermione."

I gave in. I took a step closer to her and gave her a hug. McGonagall laughed surprised and hugged me backed.

"And it's good to see you, too. What brings you here?"

"I have decided to approve your last letter. I want to help you become an animagus."

I inhaled a deep breath in surprise. I could clearly hear the pride in her voice. There still were very few animagus registered, compared to the amount of witches and wizards.

"Really?" I breathed out.

"Yes. You are a very clever witch, Hermione. I truly believe that you have what it takes to become an animagus."

The joy spread in my body of her praise. If I thought I could become an animagus before, I knew I could become one now. My self-confidence grew.

"Thank you, professor. I'm very glad to hear you believe in me."

She smiled.

"I always have, dear friend. Now, the process is hard, and it takes time. And it will claim a large amount of your energy, you will have to rest for a few days. But it's nothing that won't pass. You will back to normal within weeks."

I nodded.

"How long will the process take?"

"It can take from a month to half a year. It depends on the witch or wizard in question. You are both young and highly skilled, those factors will reduce the time."

I nodded again, and she continued.

"If it's okay with you, I wish to start as soon as possible."

I had absolutely no problem with that.

"Of course it's okay with me."

She smiled approvingly.

"How about tomorrow?"

I gulped. That soon? Well...Okay.

"Sure. Come by about...four?"

"It's settled then, see you tomorrow at four."

Then she was gone, apparated away. I stood still on the driveway. I felt a bit uncomfortable knowing that tomorrow was my first day at high school. I would not be that Miss. Know-It-All freak again. If I had to play dumb, I would. Even if I already read it all. I sighed and went back into the house. Charlie's voice caught me.

"Bella, who was that?"

Quick Hermione, come up with a lie!

"Uhm... A woman, she asked the way to the supermarket. Guess she was lost."

Charlie shrugged, buying it. I breathed out in relief, realizing I'd held my breath.

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