The Second Star
1
Outing with Petunia

Harry Potter sat at the corner cafe with his Aunt Petunia. He was still feeling his loss greatly, why shouldn't he? He had only been back from school for a week. During the week his aunt had taken him out, trying to pry information from him so she would be one up on the other gossipers.

"I told you I don't know anymore," Harry said as he stared moodily into his coffee cup. He kept Sirius's death concealed from her. If she knew then she would probably have Uncle Vernon lock him up.

Her voice washed over him, he listened with deaf ears.All of his memroies of Sirius played before him. Even information just about his name was painful to remember.

"Let's go Adhara," a middle aged woman said. Harry looked up.

"We're leaving Harry," Aunt Petunia said. Harry got to his feet and turned the same time someone turned behind him. A girl his age looked up at him from the ground.

This girl has long black hair that she brushed out of her dark green, almost black, eyes. She was wearing torn gray jeans and a red tank top with blue and whit stars on it.

"I'm so sorry. He's my nephew and he has horrible manners, got it from his parents," Aunt Petunia was rapidly saying.

"It's alright, really," the woman was saying to her. The girl got to her feet and kept her eyes on Harry. Aunt Petunia nudged him hard.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you did I," Harry asked dully.

"No I'm fine. All you English boys this dull," she asked.

"Adhara, apologize!"

"Sorry."

"Kids these days," the woman said. Harry again sank into his sense of loss while the two women talked.

'Adhara, the ninteenth brightess star and part of Canis Major like Sirius. No matter where I am everything reminds me of him.'

"Mom, I need food for Max," Adhara interupted Harry's thoughts and the conversation. Her mother handed her some American money.

"Take Harry with you. A nice young girl like you shouldn't roam the streets," Aunt Petunia said. She gave Harry a warning look as he and Adhara walked down the road.

"So Harry, do you have a dog," Adhara asked kindly. Harry remembered Sirius once again. He shook his head. "Max looks like a Parson Russle basically but he's a Crup." Harry felt his stomach jolt.

"You're a witch," he croaked. Adhara gave a smile.

"Very good. So I need dog food for Max and mice for Aarow," Adhara said to herself. Harry stared at her. "He's an owl. I have to keep him locked up while we're vacationing."

An American witch! What were the odds I'd run into a witch?'

At the end of the week Remus Lupin had come for Harry. Harry was now wandering Sirius's old house, desperatly avoiding Ron, Hermione, and the others. He still wasn't ready to talk about Sirius.

"We thought we'd find you here Harry," Ginny said gently. She, Ron, and Hermione sat down away from Buckbuck, who Harry was using as a pillow. Harry cast his eyes to the side.

"Do you want to talk about it," Hermione asked.

'Do I want to talk about it! Why the hell does she think I've been avoiding them?'

"No, I'm fine. I've got something to tell you three," Harry said monotonous. He told them all about meeting the American witch. He didn't tell them for any reason, he just wanted to talk about something other then Sirius.

"So this American witch had a Crup? Wow she must be good if she can handle on with out magic," Ron said in an awed voice. Hermione gave him a scanalized look.