a/n This story will only follow the books up to HBP, though it might have a few elements from DH

beta'd by Night The Storyteller

Harry woke again to the blinding pain of his scar. It was the fourth time in the short two weeks since he had returned to the Dursley's that it happened. Voldemort was massing his army in the chaos after Dumbledore's death and he was stuck here doing chores and waiting for his birthday so he could leave this hell hole for good. He reached over to his nightstand to get a few pain pills out of a white bottle, how he wished for a headache potion, but the pills would have to be enough for now until he could get back to the wizarding world.

"BOY!!! Get down here this instant and make our breakfast!!" his whale of an Uncle screamed from the bottom of the stairs.

"Stupid useless bastard" Harry mumbled as he swallowed the pills dry and began searching around his room for some clean clothes, or at least ones that didn't smell too bad. His Aunt had refused to let him use the washing machine and then had the nerve to complain he smelled bad as he was cooking their food. Hedwig cooed at him what he could only think of as sympathy, he had only managed to sneak her out of the house a few times since he left Hogwarts, his only true home, and her cage was beginning to smell very bad. Finally after a long search (that was not kind to his nose) Harry found something halfway decent to wear which ending up being a plain white t-shirt and a cut off pair of too big jeans, he walked to his door, only to find that his Uncle hadn't unlocked it yet.

"Uncle Vernon I can't very well make you breakfast if I am still locked in my room!!" He shouted at the locked door, hoping that he would not get in too much trouble for his "disrespectful" yelling. He waited a few seconds with his ear pressed to the door before he heard the painful creaking of the stairs that signaled his Uncle's massive weight on them.

But his ascent was stopped short when the doorbell was rung, "Petunia darling can you check who is at the door while I go let the boy out."

The word "boy" was spoken like it was something to wipe off your shoe, and Harry cringed as another burst of pain came from his scar.

"Of course dear, and tell him not to burn the bacon this time, I won't have that awful smell in my house when we are expecting Marge over this afternoon."

'Oh perfect, just what I need, the dog obsessed bitch herself coming to make my life more of a hell' Harry thought as he heard the creak of the stairs started again.

It took much longer than one would expect for his door to finally be opened, well perhaps not, you would probably ascend stairs pretty slowly too if you weighed as much as the man that was now glaring at Harry.

'Now what did I do?' he could only muse as the obviously winded man tried to kill Harry with his eyes alone. Vernon's hands balled into the collar of Harry's halfway clean shirt and he was brought so close that spittle hit his face at his Uncle's words.

"Boy! You better damn well be good today, if I see one hint of your freakish ways then you will be out of this house!!! I don't care what those unnatural teachers of yours say about you staying here, I will not stand for it!!"

Harry was released and the whale began his descent down the stairs, as Harry followed he heard an unfamiliar voice in the living room where his Uncle has just lumbered into and peaked around the wall to catch a glimpse of who it was. He saw a young woman talking with his Aunt, she looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, wavy black hair fell to almost her knees and a polite but at the same time annoyed look crossing her features. She was pretty, not drop dead gorgeous, but pretty. She was wearing a dark blue hoodie and blue jeans with black trainers, most of her figure covered up with the slightly baggy clothes and Harry was quite amused at the looks she was giving his Aunt, while Petunia kept rattling on about her "dear sweet Dudders" completely missing the woman's obvious annoyance.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Dursley but I think you may have misunderstood my reasons for being here" She calmly said with a strange mix of a British and almost American sounding accent but was cut off by Mrs. Dursley.

"Oh nonsense darling, Duddy has told Vernon and me all about you, though we were a bit worried about him dating an older woman at first..." Petunia trailed off as she caught the strange and confused look that passed over the other female's face and Harry had to try hard not to gag and risk being heard eavesdropping as he imagined Dudley dating anyone. Petunia quickly started talking again

"You must think he is older don't you!! Oh our little Duddy has always looked older than he really is" The woman moved to talk again, but was cut off once more, this time by Vernon.

"Why don't we take this conversation into the dining room, I'm sure breakfast will be ready soon and we can wait for Dudley to wake up, he was out late last night, but I'm sure you know that" he said with wink. The woman looked a bit sick at that comment, but his Aunt and Uncle had missed the look totally having turned their backs to her as they walked into the dining room.

'Oh shit breakfast!!' Harry thought as he bolted into the kitchen to start cooking, pots and pans banged noisily as he rushed around the kitchen. His Uncle glared at him from his place at the table, but Harry was out of view of the black haired stranger currently having her ear talked off by his Aunt Petunia.

"Boy hurry up with that eggs and bacon, and brings some tea and biscuits out for our guest." The large man had plastered on a sickly sweet smile. 'Wow he could actually manage a kind tone when he actually put his mind to it, I guess he wants to make a good impression on his little Dudley's sweetheart'. The very thought made him want to vomit all over the perfectly cooked bacon (as if he would ever burn it) and fluffy yellow eggs. He put the hot water in the tea service and carefully brought it all out to the people waiting none too patiently.

His first look up close at his cousin's guest as he rounded the corner proved to be a bit more enlightening than the stolen glance around the wall, still the same assessment of pretty, a bit too pale, but it looked right on her. He couldn't see much of her face as she was still looking at his Aunt, but he could make out a half masked expression of boredom with perhaps a bit of anger. She hadn't noticed his arrival in the room yet, so he placed the tray quietly on the edge of the table and turned to leave the room so as not to agitate his "beloved" family.

"You forgot the toast and jam boy" Harry turned back at his Uncle, tempted to tell him to bugger off and get his own toast and jam, but found three pairs of eyes staring at him and decided against it. The third set of said eyes looked at him questioningly, as if trying to figure out whom he was and why he was there. 'Well it figures that Dudley would never tell his girlfriend about him, the social pariah and embarrassment to the Dursley household.'

He once again turned back to the kitchen to play cooking for his Uncle when a quiet voice stopped him.

"Are you Mr. Potter?" the dark hair girl questioned. He turned back around to meet her almost black looking eyes and nodded. She broke out into a seemingly relieved smile and stood to walk over to him. His Aunt and Uncle seemed bewildered about her strange behavior and moved to stop whatever it was that she was doing when Dudley decided to make his appearance. Bounding down the stairs (well as much as a boy his size could bound) he went straight to the table and began loading a plate with food, not even pausing to look up at the goings on around him. The woman, who had stopped her advance at Dudley's interruption, looked to fall sick at the way the boy was shoving the food into his mouth and visibly shuddered when Aunt Petunia sweetly informed her Dudder that his girlfriend was here to see him. Dudley, fork halfway to his mouth, looked around the room and his gaze stopped on their guest.

"That's not my girlfriend" he sputtered out along with a half chewed bit of egg which landed on the tablecloth, "but I wouldn't mind if she wants to be." And with that he gave her what was supposed to be a dashing smile, but fell short with the piece of bacon stuck in between his teeth.

"Please Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I really have no idea who he is," she pointed at Dudley almost like one would point out an annoying bug, "but I am here to see a Mr. Harry Potter."

"Me? Your are here to see..." he was then cut off by a "grunt of rage" from Uncle Vernon.

"Are you one of those freaks?" He screamed at her, his face turning a startling shade of red.

"I do not appreciate your tone sir, and I would like to ask you to clarify what you meant as to the word Freak" It was said surprisingly calm, but there was no mistaking the tone. She held herself with confidence and her haughty expression and glare was one that would make any pureblood Slytherin proud. Uncle Vernon seemed at a loss, but it only lasted a few seconds as the shade of red turned an equally startling shade of purple. Aunt Petunia, having sat back down when Dudley first made his appearance, leaned back in her chair with a very bewildered look on her face quickly giving out to betrayal and onto rage. Dudley on the other hand just stared at the newcomer as if she had grown a second head, he was obviously slow on the uptake that this woman might be one of those "evil stick waving lunatics" that Harry's realitives believed all witches and wizards to be.

"Get out of my house you harlot!!!" Surprisingly enough it was Aunt Petunia that spoke this time "We do not want your sick kind here, he is enough to deal with already," Throwing her arm at the scarred boy's direction "without another one of your freakish kinds trying to trick her way into my house!"

Not losing her outward calm, she slowly reached into the sleeve of her hoodie and pulled out a wand. "I assume since you are going on about freaks that means you know of the wizarding world Mr. and Mrs. Dursley?"

All three had frozen at the appearance of that dreaded piece of wood, Harry wanted to laugh at their equal expressions of fear, but he himself had no idea who this person was, she could be a death eater for all Harry knew and he was stuck without his wand, it being locked in the cupboard with all his other things as soon as he stepped into the house. He quickly tried to think of a way to disarm her just in case the worst came to be, like she was here to kill him, or to take him to Voldemort. He decided he would simply jump on her and try to wrestle the wand away. She had her back slightly to Harry, still calmly talking, and he readied himself to act.

"Therefore I would break no laws by doing magic in front of or on you if provoked, so please for your own safely don't provoke me, I will only be here until Harry turns 17 and I do not wish my stay to be unpleasant, I did not mean to mislead you about my reasons for being here, but with all your talk about your darling son, I simply had no time to explain why I was sent, so if you please, finish your breakfast while Harry and me have a bit of a chat." She then turned to the dark haired boy who was just about to make his move and held out her wand, tip facing toward herself, to him.

"The wards wouldn't have let me in if I meant you harm Mr. Potter, but I'm sure you would feel a bit better about the situation if you were armed and I was not." She flashed a rather bright smile in his direction as he took the wand from her, he was taking no chances.

"Shall we go sit and have a chat Mr. Potter?" she said as she walked back towards the living room and away from the still gaping Dursleys at the table.

"Umm sure" Harry said rather hesitantly as he followed her and took a seat opposite her on the couch.

A/N

Thanks for reading, As this is my first time writing any kind of slash I am open to all sorts of reviews, Flames are welcome, just please make it constructive :) sorry about the grammar and spelling mistakes.