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**I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER**

Chapter 1 : The New Friend

It was just another day for 8 year-old Harry. He was woken up as usual by the shouting of aunt Petunia from behind his cupboard door. He opened his eyes and sighed deeply. 'What a wonderful morning' thought sarcastically to himself. "What are you sighing at? Get up and make some coffee for your uncle!" she said, and then started walking away, her heels making an annoying sound as she walks.
Harry put his glasses on and an old washed out polo shirt that had once belonged to Dudley, and after getting out of his cupboard, started making his way towards the kitchen.
Uncle Vernon was already sitting at the table reading the newspaper. Harry looked at him for a second, while walking towards the kettle to boil water for coffee.
"Quite a morning, eh? "Said uncle Vernon without raising his face from the paper.
"Yes." Harry answered shortly. Uncle Vernon proceeded to talk about his drills, and Harry wished he wouldn't have to act to interested by his uncle's business.
Just as uncle Vernon opened his mouth to talk about how stupid his sales-people were, a loud, scary, high-pitched whine filled the house, which made Harry accidentally spill a bit of uncle Vernon's coffee on the table. As Harry rushed to get a towel to clean the mess, it only took him one guess to realize that was his cousin Dudley waking up, or more precisely, his aunt Petunia trying to make him leave his bed.

The date was September 1st, 1988. Both boys were to begin 3rd grade today. Harry had no desire to go back to school. He had no friends and was often made fun of because of his clothes and glasses.
This summer, the Dursleys traveled so much he was often left alone for days, as Miss Figg, who was often his babysitter had traveled overboard to see her family.
He didn't mind being left alone. In fact, he absolutely LOVED it.
He could eat whatever he wanted, watch whatever he wanted, play with Dudley's toys and computer. Those were honestly his happiest days.

As Harry cleaned the mess he caused, an angry Dudley marched into the kitchen and sat by the table.
"Sit." Aunt Petunia ordered Harry as he put the towel away. She served them eggs and bacon, and Harry wasn't surprised when Dudley got a bigger portion.
Later that hour, Harry was waiting for the school-bus, and smirking to himself as his aunt kissed his cousin on every open space he had on his face- and he had a lot. His uncle stood awkwardly near them, and after finally convincing Petunia to let go, they both got in the car and left. "Have a good day." Petunia snarled towards Harry as she walked away. "Thanks!" He responded. "You t-" he was interrupted by the sound of the school-bus. He climbed up, found a place to sit, and looked out the window. He could swear he saw aunt Petunia watching him from behind the drapes, but wasn't sure. "Whatever" murmured to himself.

Harry sat alone in the school yard. They were given cupcakes and let out for a recess before meeting their new teachers. The sun was out, and soft fall breeze made the many leafs on the trees rattle. Harry was enjoying his break of being everyone's mocking target, and ate his cupcake happily. All of a sudden he heard a soft cry, and looked around to find Dudley and his gang of baboons picking on a girl who couldn't be more than 7 years old.
Without thinking much, Harry marched over and yelled at them to stop. They paused and looked at Harry. After a second he had realized his actions, and he got scared. Not scared. Terrified.
He didn't show it, but he was shaking inside.
Dudley was taller, dumber, and twice as big. And his gang was even dumber than him, if that was possible.
Just as Dudley starting making his way towards Harry, a large branch broke down from the nearest tree and fell next to Dudley. Harry felt so happy about the branch incident. It was one of the many incidents which made Dudley terrified of Harry, for a change.
"Go pick on someone your own size!" He yelled at them. And after a second of thinking, Dudley ran away, his gang after him.

"I'm sorry about that. My cousin… isn't the nicest, to say the least." Harry said while sitting next to the girl. "It's okay." She said while wiping her eyes.
Harry noticed her hair. It was silvery blonde and curly, not big but also not small curls, which were waist long and organized neatly. She also had light hazel eyes, and a very soft, kind face. She was pale, but not sickly pale, porcelain pale.
Harry thought she was beautiful.
"I'm Violetta .You can call me Violet or Letta for short." She said smiling, holding out a hand.
"And I'm Harry. Nice to meet you!" He smiled and shook her hand. "Would you care to join me?" She asked, making room on the bench she was sitting on.
"Of course, thank you!" Harry said while sitting. A strong wind blew in his direction and messed his hair up, and as he was organizing it, Violetta couldn't help but notice a lightning shaped scar on the boy's forehead.
"That a cool scar." She said, pointing to his forehead.
"Thanks, I guess. I got it as a baby, in a car crash." He said and immediately regretted it, as he saw the smile on Violetta's face turn into a sad expression.
"Oh no! I'm sorry!" She said helplessly. "I didn't know!"
"It's fine, really. You did nothing wrong." Harry said, offering a comforting smile.
She smiled shyly. "How old are you?" she finally asked.
"Just turned eight, about a month ago. You?" Harry answered.
"I'm seven. Would you like to play after school?" she asked.
"I'd love that." Harry smiled.
After returning to the Dursleys that night, Harry lay happy inside his cupboard.
He finally had a friend. A friend to talk to, to play with. He wouldn't be so lonely all the time now.
She was nice, and kind, and he liked her. He liked his new friend. Not like-like, of course, but he liked her.

What he didn't know was, that one act of kindness from his 8 year-old self would be the start of a wonderful, exciting and interesting friendship.

It now was now august 31st 1991. It had been three years since he met Violetta. Three years full of wonderful memories with his best friend. He didn't mind being picked on as much, neither of them did. They were happy to be friends.
It was also his last day on privet drive. He had already packed his bags, and asked uncle Vernon to drive him to King's Cross Station tomorrow morning.
He sat on the swing, admiring his wand, as if he only got it yesterday.
It has been a full month since Hagrid broke the small hut's door down and told Harry the truth. All of it. About his parents, his scar, himself. But none of it mattered now.
The only thing he could think of is having to say goodbye to Violetta, who by now had grown to be a bit taller than Harry himself. She was the same seven year-old he met that day three years ago, but smarter. A lot smarter.
And now he's going to say goodbye to her, for the whole year! How could he possibly do that?
While dozing off into his thoughts, he didn't see the tall blonde curly girl running towards him.
"Oh my god! Is that really a wand?" she said, snatching Harry's wand from his hands.
"Letta! Give it back! It's not a toy!" Harry rose to his feet at once, chasing the girl.
"Relax." She said before throwing it to him. "I'm a squib anyway. Congratulations Ray. I never doubted for a second." She said, smirking at Harry.
"What?" Harry felt puzzled. He tucked the wand into his pants and looked at her.
"What do you mean you never doubted for a second? And what's a squib?"
"I knew from the second I met you that you're magical. Ever since you got so scared you made the branch fall nearly on Dudley's fat head." She laughed. "I also knew that you're the famous Harry potter. But that was thanks to my aunt." She paused. "And a Squib is someone who was born to magical parents, but has no magical powers. Like me."
Harry was bewildered. "What?" He asked again. "How come you never told me anything?" He felt betrayed. All those years she knew and never as much as hinted him! How could she?
"Well I'm sorry." She said, face down. "I always wanted to, but my aunt always told me that you must find out from someone more… Mature." She looked up at Harry, who still didn't look convinced.
"How did you find out?" She asked, as if trying to clear her point. Harry then told her about the events of the 31st of July, telling her every bit of his story, since the moment Hagrid burst into the hut and until he got his train ticket.
After he finished, he looked at her, waiting for her point to be cleared.
"And now imagine how you would react had I told you. You'd probably think I'm mad!" She laughed.
She did make a point. After all, even while walking in Diagon Alley he still felt confused.
"Alright. I understand." Harry smiled at his friend, and she smiled back.
"So.. You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?" She asked, after a long time of silence.
"I am." He said.
"Promise me you'll write!" She said suddenly. "I'll also write you. I'll borrow my aunt's owl."
"I promise. Harry smiled. "By the way.. I wasn't scared that day."
"Of course you weren't." Letta laughed at an angry, bright pink-faced Harry.

And with that, they proceeded to laugh and talk, about everything but tomorrow. After all, it's going to be the first time ever they were apart from each other for such a long time.

At the end of the day, they both went home, and after rechecking everything for the god-knows-what time, Harry climbed into bed. It was still early, but he wanted to be fresh and ready for tomorrow. After all, you don't start Wizarding School every day.

"Aunty! Aunty are you here?" Violetta yelled as she ran into the house. "Aunty Meddy!"
Violetta stood at the bottom of the stairs, calling her aunt.
"Honestly Letta, will you shut up?!" A voice of a young lady yelled from the stairs. A tall, thin, pale girl of 18 appeared at the top of the stairs, whit bright blue hair hanging down to her knees. She started walking down towards Violetta, and she called out happily. "Hey Nimmy! How are you?" She ran towards the girl and hugged her. "Dora, could you please change your hair to something less messy? I'm tired of cleaning blue hairs from all over the house." Another woman's voice was heard from the second floor. Dora's hair changed into a red bob hairstyle while the two girls laughed. "Thank you dear." The woman's voice said.
Another figure appeared at the top of stairs, and walked towards the two girls. She has soft brown curls to her shoulders, and big brown eyes. Her face was kind and smiling, and like the two other girls, she was pale, like porcelain. "What were you yelling about earlier, Violetta?" she asked, finally standing beside them.
"Harry knows! Aunty Meddy!" she said happily.
"Oh does he? How did he find out?" Aunty Meddy asked.
"He said Hagrid came over and told him. He even took him to Diagon Alley and everything!"
"Hagrid, as Rubeus Hagrid? From Hogwarts?" Dora Asked.
"Well, you certainly must love Hagrid." Said Meddy.
"What is going on?" Dora looked lost. "Harry? As in Harry Potter? How do you know him?" She now turned to Violetta.
"He has been studying in the same muggle school as Letta." Explained Meddy.
Dora raised an eyebrow at her mother. "I still can't understand why she is even going to that school." She said. Meddy was about to open her mouth, when Violetta interrupted her.
"Because cousin. They won't let me into Hogwarts. I'm a Squib, remember?" She explained.
"I want to have some kind of education." She continued. "And furthermore, I happen to like it. They teach many interesting things there, you know." The little girl shone with happiness as she remembered literature and science classes. But most of all, she loved math.
Dora didn't look too convinced and looked at her mother, opening her mouth to protest.
"Your father went to a Muggle school, and he turned out fine. Really Nymphadora, enough of it." The moment that name slipped through Meddy's lips, Dora's Hair changed into a short spiky hairstyle. "Don't. Call. Me. Nymphadora."
And with that, she rushed upstairs and a door was slammed.
Aunt Meddy offered Violetta an amused smile, and informed dinner would be ready soon.