Harry Potter and some unknown.

Harry Potter turned the corner and came face to face with his cousin, Dudley, and his gang. He ignored them and walked on by. Dudley was a short fat boy who had completed his life's mission by becoming wider then he was tall. He knew Dudley was too sacred to fight him, even though Harry was out numbered, ten to one.

"Oi, Orphan Boy! Come back here!" Dudley's mate Ryan, a stalky boy, yelled after Harry.

Harry's temper was already on top of him. He had just had an argument with his uncle Vernon. He hated that man. Vernon Dursley was just like his son only not as wide. He had a bristly moustache and small pupils.

Harry spun round on the spot.

"What do you want?" he replied trying to keep his temper. "A life maybe?"

He had had enough of being pushed around, and couldn't wait until school started again. There were only two weeks left and then he would be back at his true home. He was going into sixth year.

"I think we need to teach someone a lesson!" Ryan said to the others. "What do you think Dudley?"

Without waiting for an answer he headed towards Harry. Dudley froze with a look of dread on his face. He couldn't beat up Harry because he was a wizard and Harry could do much worse than him. On the other hand he couldn't look scared in front of all his mates.

Luckily for Dudley he didn't have to make that choice, because a second later Harry was on the ground in pain.

'Shit,' thought Harry, 'what a day to forget your wand.' He had locked it away from Dudley, who had been trying to get it for ages, and forgot to get it before storming out on Uncle Vernon.

Suddenly the heavy thumping and the weight were lifted off Harry.

"Run" he heard Ryan shout to the others.

A hand reached out to him, he took it and was helped to his feet. His eyes wandered around for his glasses. Someone handed them to him.

"Hey," it was a girl's voice; very calming, soft and unbroken "are you okay?"

He gasped, when he saw her face. It was like an angel's, but at the same time very familiar. He was lost for words. She was very pretty and made Harry's heart melt.

"Uh…I…uh…umm…"Harry stuttered.

"Hey, it's a simple question with a simple answer. Yes or no?" she said with a smile; she was teasing him.

"Um, yeah I think I'm okay." He managed to say.

She beamed down at him. A small breeze swept past her and fanned out her black hair, giving her an angelic appearance. He looked deep into her chocolaty eyes.

"Can you find your way home? I think it would be best if you went there."

"Uh… yeah thanks. Who… who are you?" Harry asked.

"Don't worry about that you'll find out sooner or later." She sent him a cheeky grin. "Oh yeah, here you go!" she handed him a letter, blew him a kiss and left him in a daze.

She turned the corner and Harry recovered from his daze. He turned his attention to the letter, opened it and pulled out the parchment and began to read.

'To Harry,

I would be delighted if you would come and spend the remaining two weeks with me in the black house. My daughter will come and collect you at your house tomorrow, Sunday, if you want to come. Send your reply by owl, send it to Dumbledore. If it is a yes then be ready at 7:00pm tomorrow with all your stuff. You don't have to return to the Dursley's if you don't want to because you will be of age next June. My daughter will explain to the Dursleys for you.

Yours faithfully

SB & SB'

Harry stared blankly at the parchment. Questions buzzed through his head. He became lost in the letter and let his feet take him slowly home.

At 6:45pm on Sunday, Harry sat slumped on his desk. Beside him was the letter. He'd read it about twenty times. And he sent his reply "Yes" but he hadn't packed yet he wasn't sure it was true.

He awoke to the sound of Hedwig tapping the window with her beak. She had arrived back from her hunting. He got up, walked over to the window and let her in.

It took a while for him to realise she had a letter for him. He untied the letter from her leg and gave her some treats. He unrolled the letter, its contained two words:

"Don't worry"

It was now 6:50. He had ten minutes to get ready and pack. He quickly got changed and started chucking random items into his trunks.

DING DONG

That was the bell. Harry ran down the stairs with a pair of trainers, but didn't make it before Uncle Vernon.

"Who's at the door now?" Harry heard him muttering to Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia was an average height lady with a horse shaped mouth.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Vernon spat at the person behind the door.

"Hello Mr. Dursley. My name's Samantha and I'm here to collect Harry." She paused, "Which he obviously didn't inform you of. Maybe he didn't think I would come." Samantha told him, her airy voice even calmed him down.

"Ah Harry, there you are! Are you ready? All packed?" she asked Harry, and then she noticed the trainers in his hand. "Maybe not then. I'll come and help you pack and then I'll explain to your aunt and uncle what's going on."

They went up stairs and into Harry's room. Harry started shoving odds and ends into his suitcase. Samantha just stood there and waited.

"Hey, calm down Harry. Step back." She said. Harry did as he was told.

"Right then, strictly speaking I'm not meant to do magic but no-one will know, unless you tell them." She turned to look at him.

Harry shook his head and reassured her with a simple, "No, I won't tell anyone."

She pulled out her wand and muttered; "Sortus" and everything Harry owned packed its self away neatly.

"C'mon then." She grabbed one of the two trunks and headed down stairs. Harry followed suit.

He left his trunk next to the other one at the bottom of the stairs and followed her into the living room.

"Okay, where to start?" Samantha pondered. "Right, well we've packed all of Harry's stuff because, unless he wants to, he won't be returning. Harry will become of age at the end of next July…"

"No he won't, because Dudley doesn't become of age until the year after next and he's older than Harry!" Aunt Petunia blurted out.

"Mrs. Dursley, in the wizarding world we become of age at the age of seventeen. Dumbledore's protection will wear off on that day. I think that is all. Would you like to say good bye now." She idly twirled her wand around her fingers.

Uncle Vernon had not taken his eyes off it. It was this that may him grunt a small, "Bye, then."

Samantha seemed not to notice this and left the room with Harry. Who had replied with a simple "Bye."

They picked up the trunks and stepped out into the cold breeze.

After a while of walking in silence Harry felt the need to start a conversation.

He blurted out, "whoareyou?"

"Sorry you're going to have to talk slower near my father. Like I said before my name is Samantha but you can call me Sam, like my friends do." She added as an after thought. Silence over took again.

"Stop here!" she said suddenly and held her arm in front of him.

"Do you know how to apperate?" she asked.

"No" he replied.

"Okay" she lowered her arm. "Hold on tight. You're going to side-apperate with me." She stated.

He held on tight. After a second he felt like he was being pushed through a thick rubber tube, the pressure was immense.

Not long after the pressure vanished. Harry took a few seconds to recover. He jumped when he realised he was in a different place.

"Ready? This way then." She led the way toward Black House. And knocked on the door.

The door opened, a man stepped out and beamed down at Harry. "HARRY!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Harry was stunned. He managed to splutter "S…S…S" before fainting.

Thank you for taking you time to read this. Please, please, please review. Tell me if you think it's good an I should continue, or tell if its rubbish and I should give up all hope and remove it from all these other great pieces of work.

Once again I thank you for taking the time.

(Next chapter you find out who S is)

C xxx