This is a revised version of the first chapter of Who Knew. When I went back to reread this beginning I was appalled at how terrible my grammar was. As of now the only thing I have changed is some of the wording and grammar but a few details might be reworked as i continue editing this story. Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to this.

Summer after OOTP...

It was two weeks into the summer and a certain raven headed teen found himself wandering around a muggle mall. His startling green eyes and shabby appearance kept most of the muggles from studying him to closely, which for Harry was probably just as well.

Earlier that week he had decided it was time he helped himself rather than wasting his time waiting for help that would never come, and his new found independence started with a new wardrobe. So Harry had owled Gringotts in order to exchange some of his wizard currency for muggle money and that's where we find him now, clothes shopping.

He walked, glancing in awe at all the stores and people. Sure he had been in a mall once or twice before, but not since he was younger. Plus, when you actually have money, you tend to look at everything in a new light.

With a bit of apprehension he made his way into one of the higher end clothing stores only to turn around abruptly at the sight of the scowling manager. His street urchin appearance screamed trouble and his wild black hair and lightning bolt scar didn't help the matter either. So rather than face the stuck up man he re-entered the busy mall.

He was passing a toy store when he first heard the childish cry. Looking around he saw a little girl of about five or six. The child was looking around hysterically, tears running down her face. Harry, who had a soft spot for kids, walked over to girl.

"Hey little one, are you lost?" He asked, crouching down so that he was her height.

The girl nodded, her tears slowing. Bright blue eyes, red rimmed with tears, looked up to meet emerald.

The little girl was very angelic with her cream-colored skin and beautiful big eyes; golden curls framed her small face.

"My name is Harry? What's yours?" Harry asked the child kindly.

"Cassy," She replied in a small voice.

"What a pretty name Cassy, do you know where your mummy and daddy are?"

The little girl shook her head.

"We were walkin' and I saw this kitty in the 'tore window, I only stopped for a second honest! But then when I turnded around they weren't there and…"

They little girl broke off and started crying once more. Harry sighed before picking up the distraught child, the girl's soft sobs muffled by his shoulder.

"Hush, it's okay, I'll help you find your family. Shhs…it's alright…"

He moved to start walking to the security both which he had passed by earlier when something caught his eye, it was a stuffed kitten in the toy store window. It reminded him of one of Mrs. Figg's cats, Mr. Kibbles or something. He guessed it was the toy Cassy had told him about.

"We're going to find your parents but first there is something I've got to do okay?"

Cassy, who was beginning to calm down, nodded into his shoulder.

Harry walked into the toy store, jumping slightly as a sharp ring announced his entry, and asked the man behind the counter to see the kitten on display.

After quickly purchasing the animal the teen began making his way towards the security both.

As they walked up he could see a girl about his age pacing in front of the desk. As they got closer the girl looked up. Seeing the child in Harry's arm, who by now was much calmer, she started running towards them.

"Cassy! Cassy! Where did you go? Mum and dad are furious! We were so worried…" the girl cried, taking the child from Harry's arms.

She hugged the girl for a while, murmuring incoherent things, before finally she looked up at Harry.

His breath caught; she was beautiful.

Much like her sister curls framed her face, only hers were a soft brown instead of gold. Her skin was slightly paler than the child's and her eyes were a much darker blue. They were kind, but mysterious, like the depths of the sea.

"I'm sorry about my sister," The girl said, "she's always getting into trouble. I just can't keep up with her. I'm Miranda by the way."

"Harry."

Harry shook the offered hand, giving the other teen a brief smile.

"It was no problem at all; I've always wished I had a younger sibling." He assured her before once again crouching down so that he was equal in height with the younger girl.

"See, I told you we would find your family. Now I've got a little present here for you."

Harry handed Cassy the stuffed kitten, laughing when she squealed in delight.

"Thanks you! Oh thanks you thanks you thank you!"

"You're welcome. However, next time you stop to look at something make sure you tell your pretty sister here. You wouldn't want to get lost again."

The little girl nodded enthusiastically before turning her attention back to her present. Harry stood.

"I would give anything to have a younger sister like that."

Miranda laughed,

"Thanks again for bringing her back; half the people around here would just ignore a crying kid. I'll pay you back for the toy, really…"

"It's no problem, don't worry about the money."

Harry glanced at his watch.

"Shoot. Listen, I'm sorry but I've got to go. If I'm not home in half an hour my aunt and uncle will be furious. Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Yeah," Miranda replied. "See you around."

She waved to him until he was swallowed by the crowd.

Harry never noticed the man that had watched the entire exchange from the shadows.