Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form own Harry Potter, J K Rowling's other characters, story lines, or anything else

that is her's. It would be nice, but ah well, I don't!

This is my first ever Harry Potter fan fic, please keep an open mind while you read. Yes I know, that my story line is a lot

like the book, but ah well deal people! Ihave writen like four more chapters, i just need to type them up!Patience is a

virtue, blah, blah, blah. Here

we GO!

It was a hot, dry day and Harry Potter was strolling down Privet Drive. He was only fifteen, but he had walked these streets so many times this summer that he didn't even have to think about where he was going. Harry had grown about four inches since he had gotten back from Hogwarts, which didn't really help with the fact that he was very skinny and looked extremely underfed. (Aunt Petunia had seen to that.) His untidy jet-black hair just barely covered a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead, and that was personally the way he liked it.

"Harry! Wait up!" screamed someone over his shoulder.

Harry turned and saw a tall girl with dark brown, intense eyes, running toward him. As she did you could easily see she had an athletic build, and her dark, curly hair was pulled back in ponytail. As she stopped by Harry's side she gave him her friendliest smile; what she was known for on Privet Drive. Her name was Katie Rawson and Harry and her had been best friends ever since they were five.

Harry believed that Katie was the reason that he hadn't gone mental growing up on Privet Drive. Before Harry had gone to Hogwarts, Katie was the only person Harry could remember showing him any kindness. When everyone at Primary school and on Privet Drive told her that Harry was nothing more than a little weirdo and worthless, Katie instantly accepted him. In doing this Katie had given him love and friendship for the past ten years.

"Hey Katie," said Harry with an equally big smile.

"What's up?" asked Katie with concern, instantly reading the look on his face.

"Nothing really", said Harry, "The Dursleys busted me for watching the news again."

"That's horrible, I hate how they treat you like that. Why are they always on your back about things that don't make any sense? The way they treat you, you'd think you were pond scum; I mean you are like everybody else, right?" insisted Katie.

"Right," replied Harry.

It took Harry a lot of effort not to smile or laugh. The fact was, Harry wasn't like everybody else. He was a wizard and he attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Katie was a muggle, a non-magical person, and the fact that she was friends with Harry and an American on top of it, really didn't help her much in either world. Or at least on Privet Drive. Katie looked around. "Oh no, it's getting late. Nana will kill me if I'm late for dinner again; we should go back."

"Okay," said Harry without much enthusiasm. Harry didn't like leaving Katie alone these days. With Lord Voldemort alive and back in power, Katie was completely vunrelble to being kidnapped, or worse.

He wouldn't let that happen, he said determately to himself. The last thing he needed was another ghost following him around.

"Harry, are you okay?" asked Katie with still more concern than she had shown earlier.

"Yeah, never better, why do you ask?"lied Harry.

"You just look like something's wrong; you look troubled," said a concerned Katie.

"Katie", began Harry, "I really am fine, it's just the usual stuff, I promise." Harry hated lying to her, but it was for her own good. If sheknew about Lord Voldemort, if she about magic, if she knew about Hogwarts and something happened to her, Harry would never be able to live with himself.

Just as Katie and Harry were at the intersection of Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Lane, every source of light extinguished. Street lamps, house lights, the stars, and the moon were all gone, and all that was left was an endless blackness that seemed to go on forever. Harry was truly at a loss for what was going on and then he felt the sensation of cold coming over him; drowning him in an icy blackness. At that moment he knew.

"No," whispered Harry in pure horror.

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