Hello, Fair people of the world! This is my first fanfiction. So please review it! I am also a great fan of punctuation.so if I use too much, please tell me! Disclaimer: I own nothing, except new characters, but I think I only have one in the entire story, so I basically own nothing but the plot.

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"Remind me never to have a garden." Harry grumbled to his owl, Hedwig, as he dragged himself out of bed. Aunt Petunia was calling for him to come down and work. It was only his first day back, for god's sake!

Harry spent the entire morning working in the garden. He was sweaty, dirty, and he was quite sure he was bloody from the stupid rose bush in the back yard.

Just as he sat up to wipe is brow, he noticed three people walking up the sidewalk to the Dursley's house.

His eyes widened as he recognised two of them; Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall, his Transfiguration teacher, and head of his house, Gryffindor. He did not recognise the third person, as he or she had a black Hogwarts cloak and hood on.

"Harry," Dumbledore said. "Come inside."

Harry followed them inside, and Dumbledore started talking to Uncle Vernon.

"Mr. Dursley, as I'm sure you know, Voldemort has returned. He is the one who killed Harry's parents, and he killed this student's parents just a short while ago. She found them when she came home from school yesterday. Normally, an orphan would go to her guardian stated in her parents will, but we have decided that it would be safest for her to come here, as this house is already being protected, and it might be good for her to be around Harry. Voldemort might be looking for her.

"This is not an issue of choice, Mr. Dursley, she will be staying here. She is entering her final year at Hogwarts, so she will be staying here for only two summers. Goodbye, Mr. Dursley. Harry, I will see you two at school on September first. Please owl me if you cannot make the train. Goodbye."

He and Professor McGonagall disappeared.

Uncle Vernon's face was turning a darker shade of purple than Harry had ever seen. He looked like he was going to explode.

"C'mon, I'll show you around." Harry muttered, and he grabbed her around the shoulders and led her up the stairs.

He could hear Uncle Vernon screaming. "No funny business, or you're both gone!"

Harry closed the door to his room and heard the girl start to cry.

Harry sat down beside her. "Hey, it's going to be alright. Now, do I get to see who's under that hood?"

She nodded and pulled back her hood. It took everything for Harry not to gasp. Cho Chang looked up at him. Her eyes had bags under them, and she was very pale. "My god, you haven't slept since school, have you?" He knew she probably hadn't eaten anything or stopped crying since then either.

"Look, Cho, lay down and go to sleep. I am going to go shower, I'll be back in a moment."

Ten minutes later, Harry walked back into the room. He hoped that Cho was asleep, as he was wearing only a towel.

"Cho?" He whispered. No answer.

He got dressed and sat down at his desk. He needed some one to write to, but who? He really wanted to write to Sirius, but that was impossible. He had died just a few months before.

Harry couldn't write to Ron or Hermione; he didn't think it was right to tell other students about Cho until Cho was ready. He didn't know if Dumbledore would want to talk about it.

He finally decided on Lupin. Lupin had known Sirius well, and he was very nice and understanding towards Harry.

Dear Moony,

I'm sorry to bother you, but I really needed some one to talk to. I really wanted to talk to Sirius, but I cannot. I decided you would be the best person to talk to. Professor Dumbledore brought a student to my house today. Her parents were killed by Voldemort. I don't really know why, and I don't know what to say. I don't want to tell Ron and Hermione unless she wants me to. It's not up to me. I guess I just need some advice. I also would like some information, if you can give it to me. What is going on at the Order? I need to know where we stand. Please help me.
Thanks, Harry

He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg, who gave him an affectionate hoot. "Thanks, Hedwig." Harry sighed as he watched her fly away. He knew Cho could either make his summer a lot better, or a lot worse.

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Well, that was chapter one.. I hope you liked it! And to anyone who thinks I might have copied from them...I didn't! I wrote this about a month and a half ago, before I'd even heard of this site! I promise!