Hey! I hope you enjoy. Please RR. I've been toying with this idea for over a year, and I should be updating soon. Between this and my other one, No Place, I have alot on my hands. So, please review.

Prologue- Meeting

The last day of school is usually a joyous time. Especially when you are a kid. However, when the bell went, not everyone was smiling.

The girl watched from the side lines. Pebbles hit the small boy, so thick they made their own cloud, causing him to drop his school books. Papers caught in the wind started to take flight, and were spread over the yard. Elizabeth tried to smile with her new friends, but cringed inwardly. She wanted to go and help him, but didn't. She watched, all the while feeling sick. On one side of the yard stood a group of children, at least twenty, maybe thirty in numbers, and on the other stood one lone kid, as scrawny and tiny as they come. The large boy passed her a rock.

"Hey! Summer kid, through it at him," He laughed. El looked at the rock in her hand. She couldn't throw it. What if she hurt him? "What are you waiting for? Throw it at the freak! Or … are you a chicken?"

El bristled at the insult. In the world of children, being a chicken was the biggest offence. "I'm no chicken!" She yelled. She took the largish pebble and threw it, hoping desperately it would miss its target. It didn't. The pebble knocked off his glasses, and sent them shattering to the ground. The small boy grabbed what remained of them and took off running.

"That was a great shot!" The girl with long black hair said grinning.

"Yeah! I didn't think you had it in you," the large boy said cheerfully, patting her on the back. El felt sick, why were they congratulating her? She had just hurt an innocent boy. "Oh man, look at the time! We better head back before our parents get really upset."

With that they started to leave. Happily skipping down the street, like nothing had happened, like they hadn't hurt some … boy, El realized she didn't even know the name. His papers were long gone, except one.

El walked over to the bush, where the paper had got caught in its branches. The paper was crumpled and written in messy handwriting. It was a letter, writing to no one. Her eyes skimmed over the contents. Slowly, she folded the paper, wiped the tears from her eyes and ran home. Tomorrow would be a big day. Tomorrow she would meet the skinny kid, Harry Potter.

El nervously ran to the house where the Harry lived. She ran her hands over her pants; it was a nervous gesture she had picked up from her father. Her straight brown hair put up into a ponytail and gray eyes full of hope. She hoped that he would forgive her.

She clutched the note to her chest. She felt tears run down her face. The letter she now clutched in her little hands, told of his life. She felt so much guilt in adding to his sorrow. By the sound of the letter, he had enough problems.

The door was right in front of her now. The doorbell seemed to memorize her. She breathed a deep breathe in and closed her eyes. Please forgive me Harry, she thought. She opened her eyes and boldly pressed the doorbell.

The door was opened by a frazzled looking lady. Her neck was long and, in the mind of the child, she looked like Cinderella's evil step-mom would have looked like. "Excuse me ma'am," El said politely. "My names Elizabeth Turner. My parents and I are here for the summer, visiting my grandparents. I was wondering if I might speak with your nephew, Harry Potter." She used her best manners, which were usually reserved for the dinner parties her mother held.

Mrs. Dursley pursed her lips. El crossed her fingers behind her back. "I'm sorry, but Harry Potter can't come out right now. He's grounded." She said shortly. El nodded, pretended to understand.

"Of course, may I ask when he will not be grounded?" El asked with a phony smile, the letter now crunched beyond recognition.

"Come back in a week." She briskly closed the door in El's face. Stunned at such rude behavior, El started to walk back. She spent the rest the day reading the letter, memorizing every line. In the letter he mentioned weird things happening to him.

The week went by too slowly for El. She didn't hang out with the neighborhood children. In stead, she would either sit on the park swings reading the letter, or stare at the immaculate lawn of number 4 Privet Drive. Harry Potter soon became her fascination. She would make up stories in her mind, which would explain his weird incidences.

Her favorite was the one in which he was a wizard. He was born in an alternate reality, where everyone was magic. But when riding on a unicorn, he fell off and into this dimension. On the fall he bumped his head and couldn't remember anything. El would daydream of his family and what they would be like.

Finally a week passed, and once again, El stood outside of the Dursley house. Her hands were clammy once again, and the letter scrunched. She marched up the front yard and rang the doorbell. She prepared herself for Mrs. Dursley and was shocked when none other then Harry Potter opened the door. "Hello?" He asked shyly.

"Er … are you Harry Potter?" El asked politely, her manners taken over once again.

"Yes … why?" He shifted uncomfortably and looked around suspiciously, as if expecting to see the other children in the bushes. El's eyes misted over, tears spilling forth.

"I was wondering … If you could ever forgive me." El looked pleadingly into his eyes. She had never seen any eyes so green. They seemed to have a light about them. He shuffled his feet.

"Of course I forgive you," he muttered after a minute of thinking. El smiled and wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you," she whispered into his ear. "You'll never know how much that means to me." With that she broke away and smiled. "Let's go for a walk."

With that they took off to the park. They talked, they played, they had more fun then they ever had. By the end of their first week they were joined at the hip. If you were to see one, the other would be right there beside him or her.

It had taken El a lot of begging, but she had convinced her parents to let her have some money. She went down to the ice cream shop and stood waiting in line, Harry beside her. She knew he wanted a cone as well, but the Dursley's hadn't allowed him. "Please, let me by you an ice cream cone!" El begged as they neared the counter.

"I can't just let you buy me an ice cream cone!" Harry said stubbornly. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stared stubbornly at his feet. "I can't pay you back."

El thought for a moment. "Why don't you let me buy you an ice cream cone, if you promise to marry me, when we are older?" She asked.

"You want to marry me?" He asked, shocked out of his mind.

"Yeah, of course I want to marry you!" Harry thought for about a millisecond.

"Okay, we'll get married as soon as we are legal." Harry said firmly. El nodded.

"When will we be legal?" El asked. Harry shrugged, but it didn't matter. She and Harry were going to get married. "We have to make it official!" She stated with a nod of her head.

Harry looked around and grabbed a rubber elastic off the floor. "Here, wrap it around your finger. As long as you are wearing it, we'll be engaged!" Harry said as he wrapped the band around her finger.

"Not only that, but as long as I'm wearing it, we'll be together. Mind, body and soul. It will symbolize that we will look out for each other, trust each other and always be there for each other. No matter what happens." She said brightly.

"No matter what," Harry agreed. They quickly embraced.

"I love you Freak," El said smiling at his nickname.

"I love you too Psycho," Harry said as he stepped out of the hug. "Now about that ice cream!" El laughed and they stepped up to the counter.

The summer passed in a blur and eventually, El had to leave. They weren't too sad though, after all she was to return the next summer. However, fate was against them.

El's grandparents past away that year, and her parents were not to make any more trips to England. El wrote Harry every week, then once every other week, then once a month, then once a year, then not at all. It wasn't that she forgot Harry, but live went on. He became a shaded memory. A shadow of the best time in her life.

Then she turned eleven. Dreams about Harry started to happen. Disjointed dreams that all revolved around Harry. She started to mail him, but her letters never got replies. She eventually gave up. After all, the dreams didn't start that bad.

By the time she was fourteen, the dreams got more intense. Evil wizards, Harry 'dueling', adventures that seemed impossible. She tried to ignore them, but it soon got impossible. She would have these dreams when her eyes were open, she would be sitting in class, when it would happen.

As it happened so many summers ago, Harry became her obsession. She looked on the internet for documents, birth records, anything. But according to the British government, Harry Potter did not exist. This unnerved El more then anything else.

It was the summer before her sixteenth birthday; she hated her fall birthday … though it was cool it was on Halloween, that her adventure began. It started out with another dream. However, when she opened her eyes, she wasn't in her bedroom, or even her class. She was on a kitchen table with many pairs of shocked eyes looking at her, and one pair that looked very familiar.

Okay, I hope you liked it. And this is just the prologue, it'll get alot more interesting as things start to happen.

PLZ ... RR! Thank you!

-Ella