Chapter 1: Girl Talk

(Harry P.O.V.)

"DIE ZOMBIES! DIE!" Dudley yelled from the living room. He had been playing that dumb game most of the summer, and it was really starting to ware on my nerves. It would have gotten old ages ago if it hadn't distracted Dudley from tormenting me so much.

"Not finished with those dishes yet, Potter? What's taking so long?" Petunia snapped at him while she sat at the table drinking lemonade, reading one of those horrific romance novels. The kind with god awful covers that made you feel very uncomfortable, and not at all romantic.

It took everything in me not to explain that maybe if I wasn't living in a house of slobs the dishes wouldn't take half as long, but instead I said "nearly done."

"Good," Uncle Vernon said, turning the page of his newspaper. "Then you can go collect the dishes from Dudley and his friends in the living room."

I rolled my eyes before turning around, "Yes sir." "Oh!" he said, stopping me with his arm, "and take this letter to Dudley! It's from one of his many school friends! How popular our boy is Petunia!"

"Oh yes!" She said back, "A real social butterfly." It took everything in me to hold back my laughter at the thought of Dudley being referred to anything as dainty as a butterfly.

With Dudley's letter in hand, it reminded me of the lack of mail I had received lately. Bella and I had been exchanging letters every other day since we left for the holiday, but I hadn't heard from her all week. I was beginning to really worry, even more than usual.

"GET HIM BIG D! YES! YOU'RE THE MAN! NICE MOVE" Dudley had two of his friends over, which meant that he was triple times as insufferable.

"Mail." I said putting his letter right in front of his face, making sure to block the screen.

"Move out of the way, Potter, or I'll-"But then he had gotten a really good look at the letter, and began to gawk at it before promptly tearing it open. He seemed to be so excited that he forgot to pause his game and he had died almost instantly.

"No way!" the other boys also began to gawk at the letter, clearly recognizing it. I began picking up the dirty dishes slowly, eavesdropping.

"You got invited to Olivia Stewart's birthday party! She is the prettiest girl at school! You're so lucky!" Liam, Dudley's pasty friend with acne so bad that I would feel bad for him if I didn't know how rotten he was on the inside said, craning to get a look at the letter.

"I bet she fancy's you!" this came from Rufus, Dudley's friend who had very bad allergies and insisted on wiping his snot on everything, including other people.

"Well, I mean, it wouldn't be surprising really would it? What girl at our school wouldn't fancy me?" Dudley said, puffing out his chest, which I hadn't thought could get any wider.

"Right you are Big D," said Liam, "It's just, I didn't even know that Olivia knew you. I don't think I've ever seen you speak to her."

"Shows what you know!" snapped Dudley, pushing the card into his face, "Obviously we talk all the time if she decided to invite me to her birthday party!"

"You're right of course. Sorry." Liam retracted.

"I mean, right before term ended, we had a long discussion in which she called me exceptionally handsome at least twice." At this I couldn't hold in my laughter any more, I tried to stifle it with a cough, but not very well.

"Oi! What do you think is so funny, Potter?" Dudley asked, suddenly turning very hostile. When we were little this might have sent me running out of the room, but now it only made me want to laugh harder.

"I'm just really curious, have you ever actually talked to a girl, because it doesn't sound like you have very much experience in the matter."

I never thought I would see the day were Dudley Dursley was embarrassed, but here we are. He quickly tried to cover it up. "Oh you're one to talk, Potter! I bet girls run away at the mere sight of you."

"Yeah, Potter, I bet they all think you have cooties!" Rufus interjected, obviously trying to back Dudley up. But this only made me laugh even more.

"Cooties? Really gentleman I thought we were starting to mature a little bit. I don't think I've heard that comeback since I was about six. What a classic."

Dudley elbowed Rufus hard in the ribs. "No need to be defensive and bitter just because you've never kissed a girl, Potter. No need to be ashamed, oh wait. Yeah there is. That's pitiful, even for you."

Both of the boys were silent until Dudley looked at them with a stern look, then they both erupted into fake laughter.

I rolled my eyes. There was no use trying to argue with them on the subject because they weren't going to believe me. Sometimes I don't even believe that I'm with a girl like Bella.

As I walked back to the kitchen, hands full with dirty dishes, I heard Liam say, "But Dudley, none of us have kissed a girl be-" "Shut up!" Dudley whispered while simultaneously smacking Liam with what sounded like a pillow.

I went back to work on the new pile of dishes that littered the sink, and sighed. It's moments like these that I wish using magic outside of Hogwarts wasn't forbidden.

"I better not see one spot on-"Aunt Petunia had started to nag me, but was swiftly cut off by a knock at the door. "Mum! Dad! Door!" Dudley yelled, obviously not about to get off the couch even though he was closest.

"Now who could that be? Showing up unannounced, how very rude." Petunia scoffed, "Vernon dear would you mind seeing who it is?"

"Yes dear," he said, sounding very annoyed. I hope it wasn't another door-to-door salesman. That never ended well for anyone. The salesman always got a face full of door, and Uncle Vernon was always put in an even sourer mood, which is a very difficult task.

"Who in the-"I heard him call from the front of the house as the door swung open, but he stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry dear, but who are you?" Petunia, obviously intrigued now got up from her spot to check and see who the intruder was. I began to put down the dishes to follow but she eyed me on her way out, seeming to say that I better keep working.

"I'm very sorry to turn up like this," I dropped the dishes in the sink. That voice. It had been months since I had heard it last, but I remembered it like it was just this morning.

"My name is Isabella, Isabella Riddle."

Haha. Dudley is so lame. Anyways here is the start to the sequel to my last story (Nothing like them: Voldemort's Daughter). Please don't judge my story by the initial description. I'm the worst at describing things in a short summary. Thanks for taking some time to check this out! If you haven't read the first story go check that one out first and then come on back! let me know what you guys think and what you guys think is going to happen in this one! as always Stay Magical!

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