Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did though. Oh well. I do own Alyssana and my ideas along with my other OCs.

Ch. 1

Alyssana climbed out from her window and walked to the park. She was glad to to away for at least a little while. The park was a little bit run down, but she didn't care. She always want to be away. She saw little kids leaving with their mom, but she saw someone older than her own age sitting at a swing looking quite sad. Alyssana frowned. She never liked seeing people sad.

"Hey!" she greeted excitedly. She was new to the neighborhood, so she didn't have any friends. She lived at 5 Privet Drive. The boy looked up at her and gave he a half smile. She sat on the swing beside him.
"I'm Alyssana Charles," she told him, "Who are you?"

"Harry Potter," he told her. He wondered who she was. He looked up when he told her his name to see if she recognized the name. She smiled brightly, but she didn't seemed surprised or anything.

"I like your scar," she said out of the blue that it startled Harry. He self-consciously lifted a hand to his forehead and touched the lightening shaped scar.
"Thanks," he said hesitantly. She began to swing her kegs slightly. That's when Harry noticed how short she was. She was around five feet. She did look around his age too a little bit younger though. Then, he looked Alyssana up and down.

She was very beautiful. She had silvery blond hair and bright, blue eyes. She had curves that models would kill for, and white, creamy skin. She had soft looking, pinks lips, high cheekbones, long lashes, and thin eyebrows. She wore a blue shirt, a pink shirt, black leggings, and a white cardigan with a gold locket and black flats. "Tell me about yourself, Harry Potter!" she demanded. He looked startled at first, though he ignored her demand.

"How old are you?" he asked. Alyssa looked at him strangely but told him she was thirteen. He seemed surprised, but he told her he was almost fifteen.

"What time is it?" she asked him seeing as he had a watch on. He glanced at his watch and told her the time. She jumped out of the swing mid-flight and landed perfectly on her feet.

"I gotta go!" she exclaimed and began running away. She tuned to look at him and waved bye.

"See you later!" she said before she ran at full speed. Harry half smiled and shook his head. He thought she was strange, but she could run fast.

"Mr. and Mrs. Charles, welcome to our home," Vernom Dursley greeted catching Harry's attention. 'Charles' he thought, 'sounds familiar.'
"Thank you for having us," a feminine voice answered. Harry walked into the room and saw the same girl he saw at the park with two people who looked quite different from her. Alyssana looked quiet different this time. Her hair was curled, and she had light makeup on. She also had a light purple dress that came to her knees. When Alyssa saw Harry, she smiled, and she was itching to go over there and talk to him. Her parents wouldn't allow it at the moment. It would be rude and improper of her.

She smiled at the family and politely shook everyone's hand even Harry's, though she didn't speak to him. She acted liked the proper lady she was trained to be. When in reality, she much rather be taking a bubble bath. She was a child like that.

At dinner, Alyssa'a father, Joseph, was talking about business considering that Joseph will be starting there that Monday. Petunia and Isabelle were talking about gardening. Dudley was flirting with Alyssa, but she didn't seem to like it alot. She had an annoyed look in her eyes, but she had to be polite. "Alyssa," Harry finally spoke after Dudley had excused himself to use the bathroom. Gross.

"Help me," she whispered. He chuckled and took her hand. She swore she felt sparks, but when she looked at Harry's face, she saw no surprise or anything, so she shook it off. They got up from the table without the adults noticing. He led her up the stairs and into his small room. He sat on his bed and let her look around his room, but he quickly removed the moving picture of his parents.

"Its not much," he said. She looked at him and shrugged like she didn't care. She also didn't seem to mind the mess either. She sat on his bed.

"Are those your parents down there?" Alyssa asked. Harry noticed she was very blunt when she wasn't around her parents. He shook his head.

"My aunt and uncle," he said shaking his head.

"I was adopted," she told him,"when I was eight." Her voice was quite. Harry looked at her closely. Her face was full of pain and sadness. Harry placed a hand on her shoulder and awkwardly patted it.

"Do you have any friends?" she asked him smiling brightly. Harry jumped startled at her mood swings. When he nodded, she demanded him to tell her about them. He told her about his friends. Somewhere during the explanation, he became less tense around the younger girl.

"Am I your friend?" she asked him. Her eyes were big with hope. Harry nodded. She whooped and pumped her fists in the air.

"Yay! I'm friends with Harry Potter!" she cheered and proceeded to do a happy dance still sitting down on his bed. Harry laughed at his new friend's antics.

"We're going to be such good friends. We're going to to have sleepovers, roast marshmallows, and accidentally burn down a house," she giggled while clapping her hands excitedly. Harry had a feeling she would be great friends with the twins.

"Alyssana Lilliana Charles! Its time to go!" he father called making Alyssa freeze with fear in her eyes. Alyssa climbed down from Harry's bed and out of his room. Both Alyssa and Harry had a bad feeling in their stomachs.