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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except the wilsons the rest belong to JK Rowling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- Harry Potter walked into the little house on Privet drive expecting the worst, having arrived after Dudley, which was a great sin in the Dursley house. Opening the door he held his breath and pushed it in, "Why hello Harry," Aunt Petunia said with her oh so fake "we have company" smile. "I was just serving dinner; the new neighbors who moved into Ms. Figg's house are here." She said as she walked him into the dining room.
Ms. Figg had moved away shortly after the ordeal with the dementors because she was now exposed and would be of little use. This of course left one house for sale on the little street.
"This is Mr. and Mrs. Wilson," a dignified man stood up who most have just reached 40. He had brown hair combed to the side but still a little disheveled and glasses. He was obviously a man who was kind but not lacking the professional edge needed to be invited to dinner at the Dursley home. His wife was kind looking lady who was just showing a hint of expecting, while not much younger then her husband she was still quite handsome, her eyes were merry but gave a hint of some great sadness that had befallen her. They both shook his hand and smiled politely.
"And this is their daughter Emma," the world slowed as a young girl stood up and turned around from the chair directly in front of Harry. She gave a warm smile as her light brown hair swished along her back and was carelessly tucked behind her ear. She gracefully reached out with her hand to shake his, as their calm green eyes met; he was breathless.
"So you're the one who goes to St. Brutes' School for Incurably Criminal Boys?" The happiness sank away as he realized this was one more person brainwashed by the Dursleys.
"Why yes, that's me," he said with that fake smile he gave every time he had to fake his life for the Dursleys.
"The Wilsons are from the United States," Aunt Petunia said all knowingly as she sat down at the table. "And Emma here is Dudley's age, doesn't that just work out perfectly," this time it was Emma's turn to fake a smile as she coughed, or rather gagged on some food. Dudley on the other hand surveyed the young beauty and tried to give a cunning smile back. Emma discreetly rolled her eyes and Harry tried not to laugh. Dinner passed slowly as Mr. and Mrs. Dursley took turns bragging on Dudley. The Wilsons politely ooeh and ahed in all the right places. Harry sat quietly staring at Emma who every so often would turn to him and smile, making him quickly turn to some other point in the room, just to later refocus on her. He had never seen such a beauty; all memories of Cho quickly disappeared. Meanwhile Dudley continually listened to his parents and tried to make eye contact with Emma who was carelessly moving a pea from one side of the plate to another trying not to look at the loathsome creature before her.
The night finished and the Wilsons quietly waved good-bye as they walked down the street to their house. Harry had already gone up to his room and watched them leave from the window. As they turned into their yard Harry went and changed, then brushed his teeth, and finally got in bed. Staring at the ceiling he thought about what a wonderful girl Emma was but pushed her out of his mind reminding himself that she was a muggle and that he, Harry Potter, was a wizard. So that was that, his thoughts drifted to Hogwarts and Ron and Hermione.
Thanks to the threat issued by several members of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry had gotten to talk to Ron and Hermione at least every 3 days and had no trouble receiving his letters about O.W.L.S. He was glad to say he had gotten Es in Transfigurations, Herbology, and amazingly Potions, but unluckily failed his Divinations and History with a P. He scraped by Astronomy pulling out an A but shined in Care of Magical Creatures and of course Defense Against the Dark Arts with Os. Yes things had gone a little better then expected and his goal of being an Auror was attainable. The past year turned in his brain as he drifted away and finally fell asleep thinking of his godfather, Sirius, a small tear stained his face and he was gone.
The following night Harry walked the neighborhood and thought of the happy days when he would once again join his friends in the halls of Hogwarts. The last year might have been hard but at least he was with people who cared. The next year would be better anyway, Professor Umbridge had made the past year hell, but she was luckily gone. He could now continue playing Gryffindor Seeker and find peace, or at least fun, soaring in the clouds looking down on the pitch for the small snitch he was to catch. Yes, life would be good, he thought. Though this summer had been better then most he still hated the feeling of being cut off from the wizarding world.
Harry turned the corner then quickly stopped having noticed Dudley's gang hassling a small kid in the park.
"Hey, Big D he doesn't seem to want to cough up the money."
"Oh, is that so, do I have to show why I'm prep school Heavy weight boxing champion 2 years in a row?"
"No! I.I.I just don't have it. tomorrow, I'll have it tomorrow!" The little kid screamed.
"Hmmm. Okay, tomorrow but just so you remember here's a little reminder." Dudley said as he hit the kid in the gut. The kid rolled on to the ground clutching his stomach, trying to hold back the tears swelling in his eyes.
Harry closed his eyes, he remembered when that was him, when he had been Dudley's punching bag. Harry had had a hard childhood, he had withstood living in a closet, wearing oversized hand-me-downs from Dudley, and being the Dursley's servant, along with inadequate nutrition, but all of that could have been dealt with if it was not for Dudley's gang. Everywhere he went school, home, or outside, Dudley or Dudley's gang were there to sadistically ruin his every waking moment. If it were not for his acceptance letter from Hogwarts he had received 5 years earlier life would still continue on in misery. Since Dudley had learned about Harry being a wizard he had watched his step, and even after he had learned Harry was forbidden to use magic over the summer, he was still rather careful. Yes, life had improved because of Hogwarts, not only were his summers more enjoyable, but now he spent the greater part of the year far, far away.
Harry's eyes opened and he saw the poor kid lying on the ground and Dudley and his gang walking away leaving the kid alone to weep. Harry felt sorry for the kid but knew that he was just one more person who thought that he went to that awful St. Brutes' school. No, he would leave the kid on his own it was better that way. Harry thought it was ironic that his Aunt and Uncle cared so much of what people thought about them and yet people new him as a criminal and their precious son as the ringleader of a gang that beat up small helpless children. He gave a small laugh at the idea and then paused at the sound of footsteps. Huh, he thought and then listened again, nothing, weird. Then he heard the sound of a familiar voice, making him slowly turn around.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except the wilsons the rest belong to JK Rowling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- Harry Potter walked into the little house on Privet drive expecting the worst, having arrived after Dudley, which was a great sin in the Dursley house. Opening the door he held his breath and pushed it in, "Why hello Harry," Aunt Petunia said with her oh so fake "we have company" smile. "I was just serving dinner; the new neighbors who moved into Ms. Figg's house are here." She said as she walked him into the dining room.
Ms. Figg had moved away shortly after the ordeal with the dementors because she was now exposed and would be of little use. This of course left one house for sale on the little street.
"This is Mr. and Mrs. Wilson," a dignified man stood up who most have just reached 40. He had brown hair combed to the side but still a little disheveled and glasses. He was obviously a man who was kind but not lacking the professional edge needed to be invited to dinner at the Dursley home. His wife was kind looking lady who was just showing a hint of expecting, while not much younger then her husband she was still quite handsome, her eyes were merry but gave a hint of some great sadness that had befallen her. They both shook his hand and smiled politely.
"And this is their daughter Emma," the world slowed as a young girl stood up and turned around from the chair directly in front of Harry. She gave a warm smile as her light brown hair swished along her back and was carelessly tucked behind her ear. She gracefully reached out with her hand to shake his, as their calm green eyes met; he was breathless.
"So you're the one who goes to St. Brutes' School for Incurably Criminal Boys?" The happiness sank away as he realized this was one more person brainwashed by the Dursleys.
"Why yes, that's me," he said with that fake smile he gave every time he had to fake his life for the Dursleys.
"The Wilsons are from the United States," Aunt Petunia said all knowingly as she sat down at the table. "And Emma here is Dudley's age, doesn't that just work out perfectly," this time it was Emma's turn to fake a smile as she coughed, or rather gagged on some food. Dudley on the other hand surveyed the young beauty and tried to give a cunning smile back. Emma discreetly rolled her eyes and Harry tried not to laugh. Dinner passed slowly as Mr. and Mrs. Dursley took turns bragging on Dudley. The Wilsons politely ooeh and ahed in all the right places. Harry sat quietly staring at Emma who every so often would turn to him and smile, making him quickly turn to some other point in the room, just to later refocus on her. He had never seen such a beauty; all memories of Cho quickly disappeared. Meanwhile Dudley continually listened to his parents and tried to make eye contact with Emma who was carelessly moving a pea from one side of the plate to another trying not to look at the loathsome creature before her.
The night finished and the Wilsons quietly waved good-bye as they walked down the street to their house. Harry had already gone up to his room and watched them leave from the window. As they turned into their yard Harry went and changed, then brushed his teeth, and finally got in bed. Staring at the ceiling he thought about what a wonderful girl Emma was but pushed her out of his mind reminding himself that she was a muggle and that he, Harry Potter, was a wizard. So that was that, his thoughts drifted to Hogwarts and Ron and Hermione.
Thanks to the threat issued by several members of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry had gotten to talk to Ron and Hermione at least every 3 days and had no trouble receiving his letters about O.W.L.S. He was glad to say he had gotten Es in Transfigurations, Herbology, and amazingly Potions, but unluckily failed his Divinations and History with a P. He scraped by Astronomy pulling out an A but shined in Care of Magical Creatures and of course Defense Against the Dark Arts with Os. Yes things had gone a little better then expected and his goal of being an Auror was attainable. The past year turned in his brain as he drifted away and finally fell asleep thinking of his godfather, Sirius, a small tear stained his face and he was gone.
The following night Harry walked the neighborhood and thought of the happy days when he would once again join his friends in the halls of Hogwarts. The last year might have been hard but at least he was with people who cared. The next year would be better anyway, Professor Umbridge had made the past year hell, but she was luckily gone. He could now continue playing Gryffindor Seeker and find peace, or at least fun, soaring in the clouds looking down on the pitch for the small snitch he was to catch. Yes, life would be good, he thought. Though this summer had been better then most he still hated the feeling of being cut off from the wizarding world.
Harry turned the corner then quickly stopped having noticed Dudley's gang hassling a small kid in the park.
"Hey, Big D he doesn't seem to want to cough up the money."
"Oh, is that so, do I have to show why I'm prep school Heavy weight boxing champion 2 years in a row?"
"No! I.I.I just don't have it. tomorrow, I'll have it tomorrow!" The little kid screamed.
"Hmmm. Okay, tomorrow but just so you remember here's a little reminder." Dudley said as he hit the kid in the gut. The kid rolled on to the ground clutching his stomach, trying to hold back the tears swelling in his eyes.
Harry closed his eyes, he remembered when that was him, when he had been Dudley's punching bag. Harry had had a hard childhood, he had withstood living in a closet, wearing oversized hand-me-downs from Dudley, and being the Dursley's servant, along with inadequate nutrition, but all of that could have been dealt with if it was not for Dudley's gang. Everywhere he went school, home, or outside, Dudley or Dudley's gang were there to sadistically ruin his every waking moment. If it were not for his acceptance letter from Hogwarts he had received 5 years earlier life would still continue on in misery. Since Dudley had learned about Harry being a wizard he had watched his step, and even after he had learned Harry was forbidden to use magic over the summer, he was still rather careful. Yes, life had improved because of Hogwarts, not only were his summers more enjoyable, but now he spent the greater part of the year far, far away.
Harry's eyes opened and he saw the poor kid lying on the ground and Dudley and his gang walking away leaving the kid alone to weep. Harry felt sorry for the kid but knew that he was just one more person who thought that he went to that awful St. Brutes' school. No, he would leave the kid on his own it was better that way. Harry thought it was ironic that his Aunt and Uncle cared so much of what people thought about them and yet people new him as a criminal and their precious son as the ringleader of a gang that beat up small helpless children. He gave a small laugh at the idea and then paused at the sound of footsteps. Huh, he thought and then listened again, nothing, weird. Then he heard the sound of a familiar voice, making him slowly turn around.