Chapter 1

Not So Pleasantly Surprised

It was a warm summer day. The Privet Drive was completely empty with the exception of number four. Harry Potter sat on the fount step waiting, waiting as if something big were about to happen.

Harry had had the worst summer ever.

Harry was one year old when he went to live on the Privet Drive with his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley Dursley. Ever since that infamous night when Harry arrived on their doorstep the immunity between them had resin with every passing year.

This summer Harry's uncle Vernon got very sick. The doctors doughted whether he would live much less come home two weeks later. The only problem was that the Dursleys had blamed Harry for these events.

See, a normal sixteen year old boy would never be blamed for such a thing. But Harry James Potter was no ordinary boy.

On Harry's eleventh birthday he started attending Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. For Harry was a wizard.

This above all is why the Dursleys and he hated one another. The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggels, which means that they had no magical powers.

Harry had only been at the Dursleys for three weeks toughs far. But Harry's best friend Ron Wesley had just owled him yesterday to ask him to spend the remainder of the summer with him and his family.

So that is why Harry is now sitting on the front steps of number four. It was a quarter of two and still no sign of Ron. He said he'd come at noon. Harry thought to himself. I hope he hasn't gotten into any trouble. Suddenly there was a very lowed bang and a large motorcycle appeared with Ron on it.

"All right there Harry?" Asked the tall boy with red hair and lots of freckles.

"Fine thanks. Where did you get such a nice motorcycle?" Harry asked running his hands over the glinting surface.

"You don't recognize it?" Ron asked heaving Harry's Hogwarts trunk on the back end. As Harry shook his head. "It was Siriuses, he left it for you."

"Its mine?"

"Yea. So how many owls did you….Harry what's wrong?" Ron asked just as something streaked behind a fire hydrant in fount of them.

"I'm sorry I just feel like someone's watching us."

"That's odd." Ron said swinging his arms alqurardly . "Oh my, mum will be worried sick. We're so late." With That He and Harry were off.

It was 7:53 before they arrived at the Burrow. Harry was presently surprised to be greeted by the hole Wesley clan (with the exception of Percy who still was not on speaking terms with his father.), Hermione and three other people Harry had never seen before.

"Harry," Said Mr. Wesley pulling him over to the visitors. "This is my good friend from school, Luke Jones. Luke is the secretary of magic over in The United States."

"Secretary of Magic?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes Harry." Said Hermione "Mr. Jones is like the Minister of Magic over here."

"Oh, Nice to meet you." Harry said shaking the older mans hand.

"Likewise." Said the very tall man. Harry noticed that he had many gray hairs and there was something in the man's gray eyes that made Harry feel somehow sorry for this grate man. "This is my wife Beth, and my daughter Alexia." Harry's attention was immediately drawn to the girl. She was about the same height as him with short mahogany brown hair with sunflower golden highlights. But that is not what drew his attention to the pretty girl. She had large deep green eyes which in the center was a sunburst of deep brown. When she looked at him Harry felt as though he were about to melt into the ground.

What happened next Harry was anything but prepared for. She came up to him and gave him a warm hug. "Oh Harry," She whispered to him as she hugged him. "Its so nice to finely meet you. Ron and Hermione have told me just ever so much about you!"

As Harry and Ron trooped up the stares to Ron's room they began to talk about Alexia. "You should have seen the look on your face when She hugged you. You looked like you could have died right there."

"She's nice isn't she?"

"I'm sorry but she is very off limits especially to you." Said Ron opining the door to his very small room.

"What? Why?"

"Well," Said Ron reluctantly. "For one thing she's more famous than you. She's not allowed to go anywhere alone."

"Oh, so that's why they are here?" Said Harry thinking hard of how to get Alexia to notice him.

"Well, Dumbledore asked for their help with defeating You-Know-Who."

"So why else should I not fancy her?" Harry asked.

"Well, she has had more bows than one can count. She is also going to be at Hogwarts this year so probly someone like Malfoy will snatch her up before anyone else has a chance."

" Rely what House? Will she bee in our year?" Harry asked getting exited.

"She'll be in our house of course she's a true Gryffindor according to Dumbledore. And of coerce she's in her Sixth year."

Harry suddenly thought of something. "You fancy her don't you?" With this Ron turned quite red.

"Well, She's been here all summer so we have become close friends but I fancy someone else thank you."

"Who?" Harry asked his curiosity rising.

"I didn't tell you did I? But any way, Alexia been staying with us all summer, Her parents are just here visiting for the weekend. Oh, and you should lesson to her play her violin its enchanting."

Her playing was indeed enchanting for that very night after dinner she practiced in Ginny's room. It was more of a consort than a practice everyone came to hear her play.

"Harry would you like to take a walk with me?" Alexia asked once she finished playing.

"Yes, su- su- sure." Harry stammered.

As they waked around the grounds of the Burrow they talked freely with one another.

"You know before I left New York City I knew all the gossip. I could tell you anything you wanted about Donald Trump or Julia Roberts." Alexia said almost sadly.

"Who are those people?" Harry asked looking at her in disbelief.

"Their famous Americans, but now I don't care to know anything about them or their lives. Because I'm finally free!" She said turning around and smiling very happily. "I'm finally free of the golden cage that was set around me. Do you have any idea what its like to be kept locked up all the time then suddenly set free?"

That's when Harry decided, He didn't care about what Ron said or how little privacy they would have, or anything else. He was in love! The only problem was did she love him in return?

"Harry?" She asked suddenly snapping him back to regality.

"Yes?" He said stopping and turning to face her.

"I know we just met but…"

"What?" He asked seeping close enough he could smell her perfume.

"Well, I don't know how to say this?" She stated moving closer to him as well.

"Its ok." They were now only centimeters away. Harry could feel her breath on his lips. He could see the moon glistening off her eyes. Suddenly she took a step backwards and said something that left Harry reeling.

"Do you think Ron likes me?"