A/N: They are five. Remember that. Kay to the story.

New Friends.

"Mum! Goin' out! Alright.'

"Don't run off to far."

"I won't" She ran outside and down the street to her friend Marisa's house. They had been tight since she had turned three. Today was their was going to be the start of their third year of being friends. In one week she would be six.

She slid to a stop because a girl walked in her way. She was at least her age, maybe older. She had green eyes and dark red hair.

The girl said, trying not to be rude, "Name's Abigale. Just moved in and you."

"I'm Hermione. I've been living here for as long as I can remember."

"Wanna' be friends."

"Sure I guess. I want you to meet my friend, Marisa. I was just going to her house."

"Let's go then." They began walking. When they arrived at the house Hermione knocked. The knock echoed through the empty house. No one answered. She knocked again. They heard running and a lock click. Then they heard a loud whine. Abigale looked concerned.

"Don't worry! That's just their dog. She always winning. Careful they're gonna let her out."

The door glided open and a chocolate lab bounded out the door. It stopped and walked up to Abigale. It looked at her, but soon it jumped at her. Marisa, she thought, walked out and pulled the huge lab off of her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. She likes to greet new people a little too roughly. So I've never seen you around here. You just move in. What's your name."

"Abigale and yeah I did. I think I'm gonna like it here."

"That's the spirit. Let's go to the back yard. I have a swing set back there. One of the swings is squeaky, but it stills works." Abigale sifted uncomfortably and suddenly ran to the back yard.

When she got there she screamed, "It's going to fall!"

"No it's not! It's been up since I was two and I'm seven."

"Fine then, swing on it."

"I will!" she ran to the swing set and sat down. She started to pump when, Snap!

"Told you so."

"Well, how did you know anyways. You some kind of witch or something." She shifted again and said, "No!" Then she averted her eyes. Was she lying?

"Abigale, Can I talk to you?" Hermione asked.

"Sure." They walked away from Marisa.

Hermione looked at Abigale and asked, "Are you?"

"Can you keep a secret?" asked Abigale.

"You are, aren't you?"

"Yeah! Don't tell any one!"

"Wow! It would be cool to be a witch. Really cool"

Hermione's mum screamed, "Hermione! time to come home!"

"Come with me. You can meet my mum. You'll like her. Hey! It's Saturday, isn't it? You might be able to send the night."

"Yeah! I'll ask my mum. Be right back." She ran off in the opposite direction of Hermione.

When Hermione got home her mum said, "You almost missed dinner. We were-"

Hermione cut her off to say, "Can a friend spend the night? She just moved in."

"If it's alright with her parents."

"It will be."

Just then there was a knock on the door. Hermione ran to answer it. She opened the door and an owl stood there.