A/N: Hey! Well, here's chapter one. I would have liked to have all the chapters wrote out before I even started to post this story, but I just couldn't wait to put it up. This story has been nagging at me forever and I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going with it. It's just that you might have to wait a few days in between chapters while I make up each one. Anyways, enough of that. Please don't forget to R&R!!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognize from the original HP books.

Chapter 1: A Fresh Start

"Elle, your father and I have been thinking that perhaps you should go live with your Nana over in England for a while," Jane sat down on the couch beside her daughter who was now looking clearly distraught.

"But mom! I swear that what happened today wasn't even my fault! Stacey and her perfect little group of friends have been picking on me for as long as I can remember. So what if I snapped on her today?! She went way too far with what she said!" Elle was talking very animatedly and was gesturing with her hands.

"That may be the case, sweetheart. But your father and I are worried about you. You never go out, and you never bring home any friends…" she looked uneasily up at her husband.

"Well maybe that's because I don't have any friends! Besides I have better things to do with my time than going on binges or getting high every weekend. And I still can't believe that you want to send me away after getting one phone call from the principal!" She was standing up now and pacing the living room.

Jane let out a small sigh and stood up with her arms crossed. She gave a look towards her husband begging him to help out with the conversation.

"Elle…" her father, Thomas, started, "that hasn't been the first phone call we've received."

Elle stopped pacing and looked at him with a somewhat surprised look on her face.

"We've had calls from the school before. They're just as worried about you as we are."

"What?" asked Elle quietly. "Why would they possibly be worried about me?"

"It's just that they have been noticing that you spend a lot of time by yourself," came Thomas' response.

Elle shrugged, "So?" Her voice was quiet. "Maybe I'm just a little shy and like to be on my own." She took a seat on the couch again. "It's just that I don't want to be friends with people who can't take me for who I am."

Her parents looked down at her with concern waiting for her to finish.

"So what if I'm a little different than everyone else? All the popular kids are snobby and rich," Elle shook her head. "I don't want to be like that." She looked up at her parents hoping that they would try to understand where she was coming from.

"We're not asking you to be like them, Elle," spoke Thomas in a soft voice. "In fact, we're glad that you're not like most of them. We're happy that you're being yourself despite what the other kids think." He sat down beside his daughter and put an arm around her. "We just think that you might be happier if you had some friends your own age."

Elle looked up into her father's eyes, "And you think that if I moved to England, this would help how?"

"It would give you a new start to things. I grew up in England and I quite enjoyed my childhood." He offered her a smile.

"But what about you guys?" Elle asked, "I don't want to leave you here."

Thomas laughed, "It's not like you'd be leaving forever. Perhaps for just a term, or if you found that you liked it, then maybe you could stay there for the remainder of the year."

Elle looked down at her hands with uncertainty. "How does Nana feel about me coming to live with her."

"She's absolutely thrilled about it. She hasn't been around you for five years and she said that she can't wait till you come to stay with her," Jane smiled hoping that Elle was seriously considering their proposal.

"And you really think that this would be the best thing for me?" Elle looked from one parent to the other for a response.

"We do. But only if you want to go," her father replied. "I think that it'll do you some good to get out there and see some new places."

"Well, if that's what you guys think is best…I guess I'll do it." Elle let a small smile escape onto her face. "I mean, how bad could it be right?"

Both her parents let out a sigh of relief as she agreed.

"When would I be leaving?"

"Any time you want to, dear."

Elle stood up and picked her skateboard up off the carpeted floor where she had set it upon coming into the living room. She nodded slowly as if she was considering how soon she wanted to leave. "You know I'll miss you guys."

Jane smiled, "We'll miss you too." She gave Elle a small hug before watching her daughter turn her back and start up the stairs.

When she was about halfway up the stairs, Elle turned and looked down at her parents with a small smile. She knew that they were trying to do what they thought was best for her. Perhaps this would be the start to a better life for her. She then turned around with that thought still in her head and continued on up the rest of the stairs and to her bedroom ready to pack.