Harry Potter was getting very hungry. All he had eaten for breakfast was Dudley's left overs, which included a quarter of a toast and a couple pieces of melon. This was not a fulfilling breakfast for a twelve year old boy whose birthday was in two months. It was now almost lunch. On top of that, he had been pulling weeds all morning. To take his mind off his aching stomach and his grueling work, he counted each one inch weed. "Nine hundred and three," he muttered. "Nine hundred and…"

"Hello."

Harry swiftly turned around. A brunette woman in her late 20s was standing behind him. She smiled kindly. She smiled kindly.

"Uh,… hi."

The lady bent down to meet him eye to eye. Her piercing blue eyes met his emerald ones. Harry had never seen such blue eyes before. They had an almost unreal quality about them.

"I live next door. I've been watching you for a while. Your aunt and uncle don't treat you very well, do they? I hate to see anyone mistreated, especially a young boy like you. I want to help you in any way possible. I was thinking about calling the authorities."

"Well um," Harry said, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. He knew that he needed to live here for the blood wards to protect him. "It's just that they are my only remaining family."

She looked intently into his eyes. He felt memories swirling before his eyes and realized she was a legilimist. "You're a wizard, aren't you? I am sorry I intruded but I was very worried and had to see how badly you were abused."

Suddenly his stomach growled. He blushed furiously. "Hungry, aren't you! How would you like it if we got a hamburger?"

"My uncle will be angry if I don't pull the weeds…"

The woman snapped her fingers. All the weeds pulled out off the garden and into the trashcan. "Come on, I'll take you."

"I can't leave; I was instructed to stay here by professor Dumbledore. There are blood wards protecting this property, and I'll be in danger from death eaters if I go."

"Who could you possibly be to be put in danger from death eaters?" Then realization hit her. "You're Harry Potter! My stars, who would have guessed to find the-boy-who-lived here! But you are human too, just like the rest of us, perhaps more than we know. Well, I'm guessing you want to know who I am. I'm Naira." She smiled again. There was something about that smile that made Harry immediately trust her. "I can protect you if someone would try and attack you. We can take my car." He nodded and followed her to her black Chevy. They hopped in.

"I've never been taken out to eat before! I have always wanted to try a hamburger!"

She turned her head and looked at him for a moment with deep sadness in her aqueous eyes.

"I wish you were my son. Then we could get hamburgers whenever we wanted to."

After what seemed an eternity to Harry, they arrived at Five Guys. Ms. Naira ordered three hamburgers and two drinks. Harry intended to eat a whole hamburger, but ended up only eating 3/4ths of it. Soda was a completely new wonder to him. It burned his throat, but he loved it.

After they were done eating, Ms. Naira said, "Well Harry, it's time for you to go home."

"That's not my home," the boy replied.

Again Naira looked terribly sad. "I'd take you away if I could. That's something I cannot do. However there is something I can do. Harry James Potter, I promise to help you. I swear upon the Northern Star, the guiding light in the sky. I will do what I can for you. You are not alone."

They drove back to number four, Privet Drive in silence. When they arrived, Ms. Naira said, "I am moving tomorrow, but I will forget what I have promised."

"Will I see you again?" He asked, his haunting green eyes begging for an affirmative answer.

"Yes, and soon. Can you meet behind your shed at one on Saturday?"

"Yes. My relatives always go out on Saturdays."

"Excellent."