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Author's Notes: Look at the bottom for them. Thanks.
The window was chilled beneath her fingers and scenery passed in a blur as the train pushed onward. It seemed to be a trade mark of the European schools for the students to be transported in this fashion, over in Arabia they used flying carpets. 'wonder how they keep from falling off, I'll have to look it up.' How quickly things tumble out of control causing everything to change and all you can do is search for stable ground, unsure where it is or if it is. Letting out a sigh Hermione thought about the events of the summer that had caused her to end up attending Beaxbatons for the school year.
Her Aunt Josephine had been overjoyed when she had owled and told her of her desire for a change, of course her aunt didn't question this and had immediately come to England to fetch her to France. When Aunt Josephine was questioned on why she needed to leave for France so soon she had simply told her that they would need every bit of time to prepare.
Ever since then her summer had passed in a whirlwind of activity. Shopping for robes for school, admittedly Hogwarts dress code was a lot simpler. Beaxbatons only required that they be made of silk and be elegant. Her Aunt had told her that it was very important that her robes be fashionable as that others would be judging her by them and there was a higherarchy based upon dress. Hermione was determined to leave her old style behind, her bookworm in the shadows, nobody notices role. There was more to her and she was going to prove it.
Next her Aunt had taken her to a salon to have something done to 'the frizz she called hair.' The first thing they did was cast a charm that made her hair grow down to her lower back, explaining that the weight of it would alleviate the frizzy-ness allowing her hair the settle in soft curls that complemented her heart-shaped face perfectly. Then they proceeded to advise her on hair products and how her make-up should be done, and which products would be best to use for what.
After that it was off to a nail manicurist and to get books and other materials needed for classes. The days passed in a whirlwind of preparations and tourist activities that left no room to dwell on anything but the now. The nights were another story, tormenting her with memories and feelings that she longed to forget. Her mind seemed to mock her, to say that she was running away, that she should be confronting the problem, and that she was weak
The compartment door opened startling Hermione from her thoughts. A girl stood in the doorway studying her and Hermione wondered if she would come up lacking. She felt insignificant next to the beauty that was standing before her but she didn't let that little bit of knowledge show.
"I heard there was a new girl on the train, that she was a transfer from Hogwarts," she said in French by way of introduction.
"Then you heard correctly," Hermione said in French with the barest trace of an accent.
The girl took this as an invitation and sat down, " My name is Isabella but my friends call me Bella, I wish for you to do so as well. Yes I am Veela, my mother was half and my father was pure Veela."
"I had a feeling you were. Are you in sixth year?"
"Yes, it promises to be an interesting year, especially with your arrival. Now what is your name?"
"Oops, knew I forgot something. My name is Hermione."
"Well that simply will not do, we'll have to think of a nickname for you, your name just simply does not suit. So why did you transfer?"
"Because I needed change," Hermione's eyes looked to the distance, her voice slightly melancholy.
"So you were hurt, deeply it appears and now you are trying to find your way again. Who was he?"
"You're a little to quick for your own good. His name was Harry, my best friend, and he cheated on me with my other friend and my other best friend defended them. So I was left with no one," she said all this with a nonchalance that belied her inner turmoil.
"It is good that you came here then, they do not deserve you." The compartment door slide open, cutting short whatever else she was about to say.
"Bella we have been looking all over for you!" An oriental girl with red striked chin length hair exclaimed coming into the compartment followed by two finer specimens of the male population.
"You really should let us know before you opt to disappear," one of the before mentioned males chastised. He was what one who said tall, dark, and handsome meant. He sported a surfer cut of black hair that made you itch to run your fingers through and deep brown eyes that screamed sexy.
"Maybe you should be a magician Bella. Your disappearing act would be a hit," the other male saw fit to add to the conversation. His brown hair fell artlessly obscuring gorgeous blue eyes with a devious sparkle in them.
"I was just curious to see the new girl everyone on the train was talking about. Now that I've seen and talked with her she would be the perfect addition to our little group. Oh, forgive my manners. Hermione, the male with the black hair is Devin, the smart-allac brown haired one is Karn, and the last occupant is Aimee. Everyone this is Hermione."
"Pleasure to meet you," Aimee said while her and the two male occupants of the room scrutinized her and her appearance. Refusing to back down or be intimidated, Hermione met their eyes boldly daring them to challenge her.
"You're right Bella, she would make an ideal addition to our little club," Devin declared while smiling charmingly at Hermione and giving her a wink.
"Just beware of the two demons in our midst if you do decided to join us. Devin has half the female population charmed," Aimee informed her with mirth in her eyes.
"Hey what about the other half?" Devin said with feigned hurt and outrage.
Bella, never one to miss a beat looked at Aimee and informed him with laughter, "they are too busy worshipping the ground you walk on to care whether or not you're charming."
"I'll have you know I worked hard for my reputation."
"And it must have been such a trail," Karn put in with mock gravity.
"Be careful of Karn as well," Aimee looked at Hermione to warn her, "he can be very mischievous." She looked over at Karn and flashed him a smile, "though we wouldn't have him any other way."
"Yes think about how boring the days would be without his random acts of prankdom," Bella quipped. "What would we do with ourselves?" She added a little sigh of desperation for good measure.
"I look at it as my duty to make sure the teachers have someone to yell at otherwise what would they do?" Karn asked with famed interest.
"Well they might possible teach," Hermione felt fit to add to the conversation with a smirk on her features.
"But what fun is that?" Devin said, "besides Karn needs to have a purpose and this one doesn't annoy us."
The compartment all snickered at that comment and at the fact that Karn had grabbed his heart with a obviously fake pained expression upon his face.
"I've got it!" Bella exclaimed earning a few startled looks.
"Got what? A clue perchance!" Karn voiced while grabbing her hand and shaking it joyfully, "I am sooo happy for you! I have been praying and hoping for this moment since, well, since the beginning of our school career. How absolutely wonderful."
"Very cute Karn. No, I just figured out what we can call Hermione. After all she is starting over new here, with a fresh slate. This way she can leave all her bad experiences and troubles behind with her old name. Hermione is officially dead, we'll call you Mya from now on."
"I like it," Aimee said, "it suits you better."
"Me as well," Devin informed, "it roles off the tongue easier."
"Don't leave me out!" Karn objected, "Mya is much better than Hermione, simply for the reason I can spell it!"
"Well, I do like it more than Hermione. I guess it's Mya now." She looked up at everyone and gave a genuine smile. She finally felt as if she belonged. These people wouldn't judge her, wouldn't use her to get closer to someone else, and most definitely wouldn't treat her as a brain and nothing else. She finally felt as if she would have true friends. This year was going to be the best yet.
Author's Notes: Hermione will be going back to Hogwarts next chapter, Draco will be in next chapter. For all those who were wondering and were plotting my destruction. This is just part of my story development and will play a part later. I tried to make this chappie longer. I'll try and have the next chapter up in a shorter span of time then it took me to post this one. My computer was being a bloody prat.
Anyway, to the people who flamed me, please be more specific. I can't improve unless you tell me why something sucked, or where my mistakes are. Though keep in mind that this fic is AU.
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