Disclaimer for entire story: I own nothing. If i did Harry would be a girl and be with either of the twins, Zabini, or Malfoy.

Fredrick Weasley wasn't exactly sure where he was. The thirteen year old knew he was not in his bed where he had been earlier though.

It was nighttime, like it had been, but here the full moon was shining with stars littering the sky. Light blue and white flowers covered the expanse of land around him amongst moon bleached grass. A pond was in front of him and what appeared to be a tree with pink flowers. (It's a Sakura tree.)

A little black haired girl of around eleven was huddled under the tree bawling her eyes out, clutching at her sides.

He was wary to approach her, but did anyway. He hated seeing girls cry, it was just instinct to him.

Kneeling cautiously down next to her, he spoke quietly, "Are you ok?" He could tell she wasn't, no matter what she said.

Her head jerked up, "H-how *sniffle* ar-re you here-e?" She stammered out. She winced when her arms tightened around her frame involuntarily.

"I don't know." He answered, settling down beside her. "Where's 'here'?"

"M-my mind." She told him, her voice was raw.

He cringed slightly, sounded as if she'd been crying for a while…or screaming possibly… "Your mind? Well, how in bloody hell did I get in your head?" He wondered absently.

She winced again and coughed, raising a hand to wiping furiously at her face, removing tears. "I-I don't know."

He narrowed his eyes at her, "Are you ok?"

She shook her head. "It hurts." Her eyes widened. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone!" She looked around herself fearfully, as if expecting to se someone appear and hurt her.

"What do you mean?" He asked, making her look at him. Who could hurt her? She was like his sister, cute as could be!

"U-Uncle V-Vernon…" She winced again. "I-I re-grew m-my hair over n-night! H-he called me a freak again and-" she couldn't finish when a round of sobs cut her off.

He stayed silent for a moment. Well, he gathered she was a witch, maybe a muggle born. And it didn't sound pleasant at all if what he guessed happened, happened at all. "Did he hurt you?"

She nodded.

His eyes narrowed in anger, but their really wasn't much he could do about it. "Come here, shh…" He pulled her to him and ran a hand through her black hair, letting her clutch at his slightly baggy night shirt.

He never noticed the lightening bolt shaped scar on her forehead.

When he woke up that morning, he told George about it and they decided he just had weird dreams.

-Surrey-

Ivy Potter sat carefully up from her bed. Her sides hurt and her throat was sore. The beating she'd gotten the night before from her uncle hadn't been as bad as it could have been. She knew he was far to afraid that some of 'her folk' would come looking for her.

She was just happy their were no broken bones this time, and no scars would be gotten from it. Only bruises. She glanced around the bedroom she'd received, Dudley's old one. It was quiet, and aside form Hedwig watching her intently, nothing was going on at all.

She looked out her window, who had he been? She hadn't gotten the redhead's name…but he'd been nice, and he'd let her cry. Her larger question was how he'd gotten into her mindscape? That was her only safe haven! A place she could retreat to from the beatings in pain. While she couldn't feel any of the pain while there, last night she'd just needed the outlet. The pain she'd said hurt wasn't physical at that moment. It was emotional.

She sighed, slowly getting up to prepare her relative's breakfast. She still had a week before she could escape to Hogwarts.

Another question popped into her mind and plagued her the rest of the morning: If he could get into her mind, did that mean her head was no longer safe?

This was just the prologue, an di'll try and upload once a week. Tell me what you think, and i might answer a few questions for you guys. Chapters will vary in length. R&R!

Harry: I'm...a girl...

Me: No shit sherlock, you act like one half the time in cannon with all th moping. Acts like my cousin Lara.

Harry: I'm just gonna go...i dunno track down another dark lord. Toodles!

Me: Did you just say toodles?

Harry:...yes... i meant you know what shut up

Luna: Harry come with me!

Harry: The hell you doing?

Luna: I have nargles and need an injection.

Harry: Just don't tell Ginny i'm doing this.

Luna: Ok.

Me: Hey not in here, go get a room! I don't wanna see any of that!