Privet Drive didn't change very often, but when it did, all the residents knew what the change was. That summer, an American family had moved into number two, right next door to the Dursley family of number four. Of course, no one really knew the reason for the move or the kind of work the parents did, but they did know that their daughter and son were inseparable, despite the fact there was an obvious age difference between the siblings.

Petunia Dursley, trying to be the most welcoming neighbor, and by welcoming, I mean annoying and nosy, dressed her family up, and walked over to meet the new neighbors, a fresh chocolate mousse pie in her arms. Vernon and Dudley had both moaned and groaned about having to wear what they called church clothes, just to meet and greet the Americans, but it made Petunia happy, so they decided to put up with being uncomfortable for a little while.

After knocking on the door for a few seconds, the Dursley's only had to wait thirty seconds before the door opened to reveal a teenage girl, with black-brown hair and dark brown eyes, about their son's age.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"Good afternoon. We're the Dursley's from next door, and we just wanted to stop by and welcome you and your family to the neighborhood. I'm Petunia, and this is my husband, Vernon, and our son, Dudley."

"Nice to meet you." The girl looked around them for a second, and a look of confusion appeared on her face. "Where's the other boy? I saw him out working in the garden yesterday."

Petunia fidgeted for a brief second before answering. "Oh, that's our nephew, Harry Potter. He had a fever this morning, so he's resting for today. May I ask your name?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm Hannah Claire Lecter." 'Lying sods.'

Hannah knew a lie when she heard one, and thanks to her parents, she could always tell when someone was about to lie based on their body language. It was clear to her that Harry wasn't getting rid of a fever and just resting. She had been in the kitchen, washing dishes when there was a knock at the door. She had seen Harry out in the garden again.

Petunia was about to ask if Hannah was alright when the sound of someone running down the stairs was heard, and a second later a male child appeared under Hannah's arm to see what was going on. Like unlike his sister, he had strawberry-blonde hair and aqua-green eyes. He looked at the Dursley's and grabbed his sister, seemingly afraid of the neighbors. Petunia simply smiled at the little boy.

"Hello, young man. I'm Petunia Dursley. What's your name?"

The boy looked at his sister nervously until she nodded. "I'm Hansel Clarence Lecter. Hannah's my older sister."

Hansel looked right at Dudley, squeaked, and ran back into the house, and up the stairs to his room. This action caused Hannah to look at Dudley suspiciously. The day before, her brother had been playing at the playground just down the street, and had run home crying, saying something incoherently about bullies pushing him around and knocking him down. Before Hannah could say anything on that subject, her parents pulled into the driveway and caused her to smirk inwardly to herself. Her dad was not someone that the Dursley's would like to meet in a dark alley.

Her mother kissed her on the head as she walked into the house to put away the groceries. Her father, however, stopped next to his daughter to inrtoduce himself to the neighbors.

"Good afternoon. I'm Hannibal Lecter."

Petunia and Dudley flinched slightly, but Vernon paid no mind and made the introductions to his family.

"I'm Vernon Dursley, and this is my wife, Petunia, and our son, Dudley. We live next door in number stopped by to welcome you and your family to not only the neighborhood, but to England as well."

Hannibal nodded his head and let them know that the gesture was appreciated by inviting the family in for a drink and conversation. In the living room, Hannibal's wife was setting out a tray of tea and short breads that she had bought at the store.

"Hello, I'm Clarice Lecter. Welcome to our home. Hannah, where's your brother?"

Hannah tried her hardest, and failed to hide her smile, which scared the Dursley's slightly. "He's up in his room, Mother. Something about Dudley scared him when he saw him. I don't know why he's so scared. He doesn't seem very scary to me. I'll go get him. Excuse me."

Hannah bowed to the Dursley's and her parents, then left the room to go upstairs and fetch her brother.

"Hansel?" Hannah knocked on his bedroom door. "Sweetheart, Mom and Dad are home. They want you to visit with the neighbors. Please let me in."

"No. I don't want to see them. That boy, he's the main bully. Tell Mom I don't feel very well right, that I have a headache, I don't care. But I'm not coming down until their gone."

Hannah nodded her head. 'So, I was right about the boy, Dudley. He's the bully that messed with my brother. Well, he's going to pay when he's alone with me.' "Okay, Hansel. I'll be back in a little bit to check up on you."

Hannah turned and went back down to the living room. 'Not only are they liars, but they're also bullies. Mom will not be happy about this.' "Mom, Hansel said his head doesn't feel very good, like he's got a headache, and you know how much his headaches hurt."

Clarice nodded and ushered her daughter into the kitchen to help with the rest of the dishes that didn't get washed. "So, Hannah, what's really wrong with your brother?"

"Dudley and his friends are the bullies from yesterday. And remember yesterday, that boy in their garden, the one that's out there right now? Petunia said that he had a fever today and that he's taking it easy and resting today. Liars and bullies, that's what they are. Cover for me, okay? I'll be right back."

"Are you going to go get that boy? I don't think that's a good idea, Hannah. It's trespassing. And they could get the police over here, and what would happen to your dad if that happened?"

"Mom, they're lying about the boy, and their son is terrorizing Hansel. Justice should be on our side. Threaten to set Dad on them if they even think about calling the cops. How often are my ideas and theories wrong? Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I've got you and Dad for parents. I'm one smart cookie."

Clarice nodded to her daughter as she left through the back door, and 'jumped' over the fence into the Dursley's yard. Going back into the living room, Clarice said that her daughter wanted to get a head start on making dinner, and looking at her husband, she knew he knew she was telling a lie to cover for one of Hannah's ideas, again.

Hannah stopped a few feet from where Harry was kneeling and weeding the rose garden. She could see a bruise on the back of his neck, half-hidden under his shirt collar. Clearing her throat gently, Hannah tried to get Harry's attention. Harry flinched slightly, but relaxed when he saw it wasn't his uncle, however, he adopted a slightly fearful look.

"Hello, Harry. I'm Hannah Claire Lecter. I live next door." She saw the way his eyes flashed over to the house for a second and knew he was afraid of his relatives. "Don't worry, they're over at me house with my parents. They don't know I'm over here. You won't get in trouble, trust me. I would like for you to come over and join us for dinner. I know your relatives are not very good people. Your aunt said you were in bed, getting rid of a fever., but I knew she was lying. They knocked on the door while I was doing the dishes. I saw you in the yard. I also know that your cousin is a bully, since he scared my brother yesterday at the park and Hansel ran away when he saw him outside a little while ago."

Harry looked relieved that someone knew about the Dursley's, without him telling them, and them thinking that he was exaggerating. Hannah held out her hand, pulled Harry onto his feet, led him over to the fence, and helped him over into her yard. The two of them entered through the back door and snuck into the basement so Harry could wash up using the utility sink.

When they were ready, Hannah and Harry went back to the kitchen and Hannah started making dinner. While they waited for the brats on the stove to cook thoroughly, the two went into the living room, where the Dursleys' looked shocked, surprised, and, in Vernon's case, angry. Harry flinched and would've run out of the room if Hannah hadn't grabbed his arm.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, you've got a world of explaining to do. Start talking."