It was a sunny day at Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley had all gone out and left him alone, giving him a list of chores he had to finish before they return.

Harry had spent an hour plucking weeds from the garden, his back was starting to blister from all the tiring work. He looked at their neighbours house, prime and pristine. A garden Aunt Petunia would be envy of.

Speaking of neighbours, a young boy the age of Harry came out of the house. He had hair the colour of snow and violet eyes, he was pale; as if he had never gone out in his life.

Harry continued watching the young boy, he was staring at Harry in a mixture of confusion and awe. "What are you doing?" asked the yound boy. Harry looked at the boy, confusion on his face. He thought every kid had to work every afternoon when their parents were gone.

"I am doing yard work," replied Harry to the boy. He then proceded to pluck the last remaining weeds left. He had finished for the day, the only thing left to do is cook dinner for his family.

"Why wont you come over and play?" asked the boy to Harry. "I still have work to do," said Harry tiredlessly. He was exhausted, he wanted to rest and sleep. "Oh Okay, at least tell me what's your name?" the boy asked Harry.

"My name is Harry. What's yours?" Harry replied. The boy smiled wildly at Harry before replying.

"My name is Gabriel Carmichael. Nice to meet you Harry."