Author's Note: Hey everyone! Alright, so this is A New Life, A New You, A New Love now because...oh just because! Anyway, I'm doing the same thing as I did to PitPaLitH, and I think you'll be able to tell when you read it. Oh, and by the way, the girl (or it could be you, however you want to interpret her) is in her 5th year, Draco's in his 6th. If I have any information wrong, please tell me, because I heard that people in England can't drive until they're 17...if that's not true, just tell me and I'll put the change in there, and please don't feel offended if I say anything offensive!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, anyone, anywhere or any whatever you recognize! If I seem to have stolen someone's plot, please forgive me, sometimes people think alike without meaning to!

Prologue: Moving!

"DADDY! You are totally NOT being fair at all! I love it here, why do we have to move?!" I shout, obviously not very pleased with the choice your dear father made.

"Honey, I'm sorry, but we have no choice,"he replied calmly. "The United States is not the place for us, London is the best place for us to go."

"Oh, yeah, uh huh. What about my life?! What's so bad about our country!  I kinda want to finish my high school and college education here!" I exclaim. "And my driver's licence!" I realize what I just said. "OMIGOD! MY DRIVER'S LICENCE! I DON'T GET TO DRIVE UNTIL I'M LIKE 17 OR SOMETHING! HERE I CAN GET MY PERMIT WHEN I'M 15, I DON'T WANNA WAIT TIL 17! YOU SOOOOOO CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"

"Lydia, please calm down! I'm sorry, but your uncle has a job for me there. You know that layoffs here caused me to be unemployed. Please understand that it's for the best," Daddy pleads. "Plus, Uncle Edward's best friend is a teacher at the school you'll be attending. He will show you around and make sure you'll feel safe."

'Safe, my ass....' I look at my father, realizing how hurt he looks. 'Oh well, at least I'll get to meet hot guys with sexy British accents, there is not even ONE decent guy at my school,' I think to myself. I sigh and ask, "Fine... so this is a public school, right?" He stiffens. I open my mouth in shock and fury. "Oh crap... You're NOT telling me this is a private school, are you?!"

"Actually, I think you better read the note yourself, sweetheart," he says, handing me a letter addressed to me. I take it and my eyes widen as I read the letter aloud:

"Dear Ms. White,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Although you are already overage for our first years, the first few months will be taught by Severus Snape. He will teach you everything you should have learned over the past 5 years. If you successfully learn all you need to know, you will join your peers in your 5th year. If not, you will be put with the younger students.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress."

I pause, totally weirded out. "This is a joke, right Daddy? Witchcraft and Wizardry? What the hell is this?"

"It's true, honey. This is all real. You're going to a school where you'll be learning spells, things like that,"he says gently, placing his warm hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, you're going to be fine. I survived it, but of course I never told you because I wanted to keep you away from all of it. Magic is a dangerous..."

"NO! Stop! This isn't real!" I shout, wrenching my way out of my father's grasp. I fall onto the couch, sobbing. He slowly steps over to me, then wraps his arms around me. "I thought high school would be bad enough..."

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart, everything will be ok. Now you just go up to bed and go to sleep, ok?" I nod, get up, and start slowly making my way to the staircase. Brownie, my little puppy, came up to me and begged to be held, and I smiled sadly, picking her up and taking her to my room.

When I reach my room, I reread the letter, making sure I read it correctly, wondering who this Snape was. 'Probably that dude who Daddy was talking about,' I think to myself as I plop myself into bed. 'My God... I can't believe this... I know I've always said that I wanted to leave this hellhole, but still... I don't think I was ever serious...' Brownie nuzzled her way into my arms again and rested her head on my lap. I pet her head lightly, put the letter down on my table, and find the picture of me and my closest friends all bunched up together making funny faces. I pick it up, feeling heartbroken as tears silently fall down my cheeks. 'I don't wannna leave them... why do these things always have to happen to me. First, mom leaves for that fucking bastard, my grades fall, now this... Goddamn it!' I put it back down, put on my pajamas, then slip into bed, wincing about the fact of having to tell all my friends about this.

1 month later

I stare lovingly at the cards my friends made for me for my good-bye party just last week. I'm so happy I have so many friends who love and care about me. I remember all my friends that were there: Sarah, Lindsay, Vicki, Megan, Reggie, and many other older and younger friends. The good-bye was the worst. All my girlfriends hugged me tightly, never wanting to let go. Some cried, some didn't. The guys, of course, they just hugged me like we'd see each other again, but I knew they would all miss me. All except my best guy friend, Brandon: he was on the verge of tears when he knew I was leaving. I giggle to myself, remembering the look on his face when I told him in person that I was leaving.

I look up, finding myself staring at the back of an airplane seat. Then, looking out my window, I find myself looking at the Atlantic Ocean itself. I smile to myself, then begin floating off into dreamland, the moonlight shining on the smooth waves of the ocean beneath me.

2 hours later

"Ed!" Dad exclaims.

"Rob!" Uncle Ed shouts back as they hug.

"And my dear Lydia, how have you been?" Ed smiles and I can't help but smile back and give him a hug. I only remember meeting him once in my life, but that was years ago. Back then, he used to really scare me, but now that I'm more mature, I've grown to love him.

"I've been ok, how about you?" I grin.

"Absolutely fantastic! Come along now, there's much to talk about!" Ed exclaims as he drags us along. (A/N: I'm gonna skip through all that airport stuff because I don't think you guys would really wanna read stuff like that, now would you)

1 hour later

I step out of my uncle's BMW as I take a look at my surroundings, surprised and totally giddy. "Omigod, so this is our place?!" I squeal. "This place is so awesome!" I look at the burgundy colored house which looked like it was built just days ago.

"Spoken like a true California girl," laughs Ed.

I giggle back, "But of course! What did you expect?"

Daddy smiles widely and says, "Alright, honey, drop off your things in your room, then we'll go shopping for your school things."

I pause. "Wait, before we left, didn't we already get my binders and stuff like that?"

He lets a grin crawl up his face. "Yeah, we got that stuff, but we didn't get your other school things."

"That's right, babe, we gotta get you to Diagon Alley!" shouts Ed.

"Uh...ok?" I say, confused. I take a few of my suitcases up to my new room, finding that the movers were helping.

One of them smiles at me, takes the suitcases, and says, "Go on, we can take care of the rest." I smile back, thank him, then hop back down the stairs and go into the family room, where Daddy and Ed were waiting for me. Although I'm nervous about the fact I'm going to a school in which I know NOTHING about, I'm excited.

"Ready to go?" Ed asked.

"Ready when you are!" I replied excitedly.

A/N: Ok, so no Draco...cries...Don't worry! He'll come by very soon! Please please PLEASE review! And please no flames because I get hurt real easily. Just constructive criticism would be nice. Thanks!!!!