Harry sat in his room, lying back on his bed. One of his Uncle's job partners was here with his wife and daughter for dinner and Harry was sent to his room. He really didn't mind, it's not like he wanted to sit there and listen to them talk about drills. As if they ever introduce him to any people that come and visit. He lay there and wished that Hedwig would fly in with a letter from one of his friends that explained why no one was telling him anything. Didn't they realize what he had done last year? Had they watched Voldemort come back? Did they watch Cedric get murdered?

Don't think about that! Harry screamed at himself. He couldn't stand staying in his room anymore. Harry got up and opened his door quietly, wondering if he could slip out the back door without his Aunt and Uncle noticing. He walked a foot out his door when he crashed into someone. His Quidditch reflexes kicked in and he caught whomever he hit. A girl, no older than him, was looking at him through the piece of hair that fell in her face.

Harry couldn't help but think she was pretty. Her black hair was wavy and in a messy bun. He did not know if she had it up that way, or if it fell when they collided. A couple of strands fell into her blue-grey eyes, wide with shock. She was in sickly peach-colored dress that looked like something his aunt would wear.

"I'm sorry, I ran into you. I didn't see you." Harry apologized and let the girl go, a blush gracing his face. This is probably the partner's daughter, he thought.

"That's alright; I was just looking for the powder room. My name's Becca. Um, who are you? I don't think the people down stairs mentioned someone up here," she asked him, one of her eyebrows raised. Harry cursed internally, what was he suppose to say Becca? Oh, well my Aunt and Uncle threatened me to keep me in my room until his partner left? That would not go over well.

"I'm Harry Potter, their nephew. They probably didn't mention me because they kinda wanted me to be invisible," he admitted, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. It was strange, talking to a pretty girl. Not that Harry didn't like girls, but the only one he had ever really looked at was Cho Chang. Every time he tried to talk to her something embarrassing always happened.

"Oh, that horrible!" she stated, looking upset. "Though I would be glad if I were you, it's dreadfully boring listening to the adults talked about boring drills and such. Your Uncle keeps telling these awful jokes about some golfer," she said, looking relived at being away from them. Harry smiled at her and laughed quietly, so as not to be heard by the adults. "And every time I look over at their son, I'm guessing your cousin; he looks like he wants to eat me. It's quite disgusting." Harry couldn't help but feel bad for the poor girl he just met.

"Would you like me to show you to the powder room? That way you could hide in there for a little bit." Harry asked, amused.

"I would rather spend some time with you for a little while, if you don't mind," Becca replied, looking up from beneath her long lashes. Harry felt his breath catch as she looked at him, not even hearing himself agree. He led her into his room and left the door open a crack, so she didn't feel trapped in. Harry turned around, slightly embarrassed, as this was the first time he had ever had a girl in his room and it really wasn't clean. Becca looked around the untidy room with a small smile on her face. Harry watched as she spotted the bird cage and walked over to it. "What kind of bird do you have?" she asked, turning to face him.

He didn't have to answer because right then Hedwig soared threw the window and landed on Harry's shoulder. Harry was panicking now – what should he tell her? He just stood there stock still as he watched her walk towards him. Would she freak out? Would she run out of the room to her parents, yelling to them about the strange boy with an owl?

"Wow, Harry it's so pretty. A snowy owl; am I right?" she asks smiling at him. Harry let out the breath he had been holding and told her all about Hedwig as Becca gently pet the owl. He was happy for the first time this summer. Who cared that Hermione, Ron and Sirius hadn't written him a real letter? Who cared that right now he was annoyed at Dumbledore? They talked for a long time, about everything and anything. Harry didn't tell her about being a wizard or anything, but he did talk about his friends and how he couldn't wait to go back to school. He had just finished telling her about how Hermione had punched Draco in third year, and both of them laughing.

"Gosh, I haven't had this much fun in forever," she said, wiping a couple of tears of laughter. "I guess I should head back downstairs. I don't want them to ask too many questions," Becca said, not moving from the bed. Harry looked over at her sadly; he really had a good time with her and didn't want her to leave. She must have seen because she frowned and hugged him. "Don't worry – my parents are going away tomorrow, so I can sneak out and come see you. Do you know the little playground a couple of blocks away? Can we meet there tomorrow?" she asked, pouting a bit.

"Yeah, I know it. I think I can get away for a while as well, they probably won't even notice. I had fun talking to you Becca," Harry replied, hugging her back.

"I had fun too, Harry," she said, studying his face. He stared back into her strange but beautiful eyes. He could see how the blue looked like it was swirled into the gray, making it look like a piece of art. "A little reminder," she whispered, and leaned forward to gently kiss his cheek. Harry closed his eyes as he felt her lips brush his cheek. They're so soft, Harry thought, like a butterfly was kissing it. Becca pulled back and smile at him, a faint blush on her cheeks. Harry watched as she walked out the door turning her head at the last second and smiling softly at him.

That night Harry lay in his bed, his hand touching the cheek she had kissed. His dreams were all of Becca, and their 'date' tomorrow.

~AN- Ok this is the first chapter. Expect the next one on Wednesday. Thank you to my wonderful Beta SliverIceBlueEyes, for helping me with my british terms and with the title of the story, I would be lost without you! Thanks all who read this. You guys make it keep going. Flames are welcome and so are suggestions. This is AU so please don't review saying 'Well Harry marry Ginny.' or something else like that. Again thanks.