Chapter 1- Something New

Bridgett sighed looking out the window, 'A new school, again.' After the war against Voldemort had ended It was required all students pulled out of school would be required to attend one more year regardless if you were to have graduated. Bridgett had prayed she won't have to go back but she had gotten her letter and her parents had forced her to go back. To make it worse he parents had moved again.

It wasn't so bad at first, the moving, originally it was only because her parents were so good at auror and everyone wanted them. They had stayed the longest in America that was where Bridgett was born and spent the first three years of school at. Even though she had stayed in the same school her parents had moved all over the states. Then they moved to Bulgaria and had enrolled Bridgett into Drumstrangs, that's when the trouble really started. Drumstrang had been a tough school girls normally didn't enroll there but because of who her parents were they were more than welcomed to have Bridgett at least the faculty was. It was there that Bridgett had developed an attitude as her parents called it, to Bridgett it was toughness. She began getting into fights and back talking to the teachers. Soon it was thought best to transfer Bridgett plus her parents had gotten a good offer in France, so Bridgett was enrolled into Bouxbatons. That year had been torture to Bridgett all the girls obsessing over how they look and how to get a guy to notice them. It wasn't that Bridgett didn't care about her looks or guys, she did she just didn't like to obsess over them. The drawing line on that school was when Bridgett had set a girls hair on fire because she had called her guy in disguise, of course Bridgett couldn't stop there she proceeded to then pulverize the girl blooding her face to the point the other girl were fainting form the sight. The last place she had gone to school was Irishmans, which had been the best out of all the schools. She had made a great circle of friends, but sadly for her parents she still got into plenty of fights and her teachers till complained about her mouth and behavior in class. Then the war had officially started and Bridgett had been pulled from her 7th year. Now she was off to what was it called oh yah Hogwarts.

'Man being the new kid stinks' she slammed her head against the seat cousin. She thought back to every other school she started, how long would it be before her first detention? Looking back out the window she started at her reflection. Her hair was a dark mahogany brown cut short around the shoulders, she had army green eyes and full red lips. She was bout 5'5" and slim with decent curves. This was Bridgett's natural appearance, yes she was a metaphorous. How long before that got out and started rumors. 'Does this train ever leave the station?' Bridgett thought indignantly. Suddenly her compartment door flew opened.

"Oh" a boy stood looking at her. He was tall about 6'3" freckles, blue eyes and vibrant read hair. "Excuse me is anyone else sitting here?" he asked his voice a rich deep sound.

"No" Bridgett shook her head calmly, but inside she was raving 'Oh my gosh he is HOTT! Where was he when I went to Bouxbatons?'

His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Mind if me and my friends sit here then?"

"No come on in" she smiled shyly 'Oh I hate it when I'm so she around hott guys. Why can't I be my usually "cheerful" self?'

"Oi Harry, Hermione, Ginny I got us a compartment." Then sliding his trunk up top he flopped down opposite of Bridgett. Bridgett could help but follow his every move. So that when he sat down she lazily looked out the window while thinking 'OH man oh man oh man oh man.' "So you a first year or something I don't remember you being her before?" he asked.

Bridgett snapped her gaze back to him. The boy leaned back in his seat his face completely white. "Are you insinuating I look like a child?" she asked icily. Before he could dig himself deeper into the hole the rest of his friends came in. The boy obviously Harry had shaggy black hair, (etc. etc you've read the books and seen the movies you don't need me explaining it again to you). 'Not bad looking but obviously out of reach' Bridgett concluded seeing him life the young red heads trunk and wraps his arms around her waist as they sat down. The other girl with the bushy hair had the look of intelligence about her. 'I like her she looks like me quiet shy yet feisty. The other one I think is totally like me unafraid to speak her mind and stand up for herself.'

Once everyone was settled Harry look at the red haired boy "Ron you ok? You look like Voldemort rose from the dead."

The boy, Ron, opened his mouth like a fish a couple of times then managed to whisper "I think he has." Bridgett glare turned into a fiery scowl that made Ron Practically melt into the seat. The other three just laughed.

"Please forgive Ronald he doesn't know what he 's saying so if he's made a stupid comment, ignore it. I'm Hermione Granger and you are?" The one with the bushy hair smiled at Bridgett. Bridgett smiled back settling into her seat and shaking Hermione's had.

'Maybe I'll try taking the straight and narrow this year it could be fun' she thought then out loud "Bridgett, Bridgett O'Conner." Then turning to the red head she smiled "Then at makes you Ginny."

Ginny laughed "I like her she listens to everything that's said." Soon everyone was talking about summers and Bridgett happily relaxed. Through the most of the Train ride Bridgett refused to look at Ron who as content on ignoring her. Glancing out the window Bridgett spaced out as Hermione went into detail about finding her parents and restoring their memories. Bridgett's eyes landed on her face 'It looks so plain. Maybe some freckles across my nose and mole at the corner of my eye. Oh yah now that looks sexy.'

"Oh my goodness you're a metamorphous aren't you?" Ginny exclaimed causing Bridgett to jump.

'Oh great here come the your weird remarks and the constant asking can you do this.'

"That is so cool!"

Bridgett whipped her head around to the group and saw that everyone was smiling at her. "Your not jealous or something?" Bridgett asked. All shook their heads.

"No way we have a good fried who is a metamorphous" Hermione explained.

"I don't mean to pry but what level is she?" Everyone look confused, sighing Bridgett explained "What is the extent of her ability?"

Hermione seemed to catch on and replied "She can change her hair, eyes, and facial features."

"Ah a level two not bad."

"What are you?"

"A level one" Bridgett muttered, there were hardly any level ones any more, "There is hardly a difference except Level ones can change their height and weight if wanted. Now don't go thinking I'm ugly and trying to hide it. This is my natural appearance minus my freckles. I actually don't go change much except my heir because…" was she really about to say that in front of them?

"You don't want people thinking you're a freak or super amazing. Its easier being normal than being different." Harry supplied.

"Yah" Bridgett nodded glad someone finally understood what it was like being different.

"Don't worry" Ginny smiled "I don't expect to much supperness from you. Besides it can't be as bad as being the chosen one like Harry was." Bridgett nodded finally remembering where she had seen Harry before he was in all the newspapers for killing Voldemort.

"Neither do I" Hermione glanced at her watch and suddenly jumped up. "Ron we have to hurry the Heads meeting starts in five minuets. See you guys later." Hermione turned to leave

"Can I go with you?" Bridget stopped her.

Hermione turned around "Why?"

"I apparently was made a prefect and I don't know where the apartment is." Bridgett smiled.

"Of course you can! I show you the ropes even. I was a Prefect as well come on. By the way what year are you?"

"7th year." Bridgett silently prayed Hermione won't ask why a returning 7th year was a prefect.

In stead Hermione beamed "Me too. Maybe we could be…"

"Friends?" Bridget finished. Both girls linked arms and began whispering about who they were and what classes they were taking. Leaving Ron to follow thinking 'Man if she wasn't so evil she'd be hott.'