I don't own Harry Potter and I never will. I just thought I would add that. Also, I had some problems naming my one character. So if you have read the first edition of this and say another name, I'm sorry. It has been changed.

But for the most part this is my story. I hope you like it. )

Hermione's alarm went off and she swung her arm around to turn it off. It was her first day of classes and she didn't want to have a bad first impression with all her professors.

She got up and got ready for the day. It was going to be an interesting first day.

Her first class was a history class and she walked into the classroom and noticed there were hundreds of students in the class. She walked to about the third row and sat down.

"Hi" the girl next to her said. Hermione looked over and was a little surprised. This girl had long straight brown hair that was a bright blue once it hit her shoulders. She had dark brown eyes.

"Hello" Hermione said back not sure what to think.

"I'm Judy," she said, "but all my friends call me Jude" She put her hand out to Hermione.

"Hi, I'm Hermione" taking the girls hand and shaking it.

"Oh, I like your name." She said brightly. Oh great! Hermione thought to herself. She likes my name.

"So what's you major?" Jude asked.

"History" she replied quickly "Listen I don't..."

"Same as me! I haven't met a lot of people in our major yet but I heard there are a lot of us. I just really love history. I really..."

"I'm sorry to cut you off but I just...." Hermione began.

"Just what?" Beck looked at her questioningly.

"Just... well... this is all very new to me. I just don't want to ..." she would have continued if the professor hadn't walked in and started class.

Unlike that first class, she didn't really talk to anyone else and they were all much smaller than that. She only had three classes that day. She walked back to her room after her last class and threw herself on the bed.

She felt lonely. Deep down she knew she did this to herself and no one else had. Yet she couldn't stop thinking about Jude. Something about the girl made her seem like her and Hermione had something in common. She couldn't put her figure on it. That bugged her.

She got up and walked over to her desk and looked through a drawer. She pulled out her favorite picture of her best friends and her. She just looked at it. She started to cry.

"It's for the best," she said to no one. "This is the best. It's better that I'm gone. They don't have to deal with me anymore. I would just get in their way. The bossy know-it-all. They don't need me anymore." And she put the picture back in its place and flopped down onto the bed and cried herself to sleep.

The next few days happened without any incident. She saw Jude in another one of her classes but sat at the other side of the room.

She had stay ahead in her work and always knew what the professors were talking about but changed the way she acted in class totally different. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. She liked being left alone.

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Harry was sitting at the counter in his flat slipping his tea. He had finished moving in and none of the other boys had moved in yet. He was waiting anxiously for Ron. He couldn't wait to hear about his vacation with his family. Just then the door opened up and he looked up.

In came a boy with short brown hair. It was staying flat unlike Harry's ever had. He was taller than Harry but not as tall as Ron. He walked in and looked up.

"Oh, hi! I didn't see you there." He said when he noticed Harry. Well, he's the one from America Harry thought. He definitely had a different accent.

"Hi," Harry said getting up from his spot, "I'm Harry."

"I'm Davis and I know who you are."

"What? You all know my story in America?" Harry asked.

"Well, both of my parents are originally from here and they wanted me to do my training here. They left when You-Know-Who was big and had me in America. They kept getting updates from my grandparents and they told me the grand tale." He said.

"Yea, well, Voldemort is gone and I'm as normal as I can be now." Harry said.

"Well, that's good." Davis said. "So which room is mine?"

"Well my room is on the right. I was hoping to room with my best mate so if you don't . . ."

"Ok " Davis replied picking up his bag "I'll just take the other room with the other guy staying with us." He started to walk towards his room and then turned around and said "Sorry about mentioning the whole story thing" he said apologetically, "I hope I didn't offend you."

"No mate. It's ok." And with that Davis turned and went into his room. Harry liked him. He seems like we'll all get along great, or at least I hope so. And with that Harry turned back to the kitchen and made some more tea.