This is one of my Harry Potter Fanfic series. I hope you'll like this one. It will be much different and unique from all the others! Please don't hesitate to review and critique.

Summery: The night Harry was placed in the Durley's home, all we had ever gotten was that his life was miserable, where he was treated like a slave and an outcast, simply because he was a Wizard. What if Harry was never alone in the first place? After all, how can a child be able to survive in such conditions without him dying or at least the authorities finding out about the abuse. This is where Lenore comes in. She managed to take care of him all this time, as she had been his only friend at that sad time as well.

Yet, there is a lot of things about Lenore. Harry is the only one who can see her, while others could not. She cannot remember her past, nor does she have a clue how she had gotten into the Dursley's home. Either way, she stuck with Harry. When Harry receives his letter, she of course accompanies him to Hogwarts. What will happen now, as she exists in this story? Only time will tell.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They all belong to J.K Rowling. Only she has the power to control them and do as they wish. Sometimes we wished she added yaoi, but oh well. Only I own any made up characters for this story.

Chapter One: The First Meeting

It was a cold time in the night of the thirty-first of October. It was Halloween, one of Lenore's favorite time of the year. The girl was looking outside the window, seeing the children run around in colorful costumes, as their parents would go with them to trick-or-treat. The girl smiled the whole time, as she looked over, seeing the woman next to her, holding a chubby baby, watching as well.

Yet, Lenore noticed a slight scowl on her face, and then the woman walked away to put the baby to sleep.

Lenore never really did understand the people who would live here. The couple would be trying to live in the fifties. Where the mother would stay at home and watch over the baby, while the father went to work. Yet, she noticed that the couple did not want anything to do with Halloween since she was here in this house.

All the time, they would be somewhere, trying to distract them from this date. At times, Lenore wanted to ask why, but she knew that it would be slightly rude. Lenore also knew that they could never here her, when she did try to ask something.

Soon, the husband returned home, and went up the stairs, with a bit of presents for their baby boy. The girl wondered how much more items could fit in the child's nursery. It all seemed too much, but Lenore assumed that because it was their first child, they would try and spoil him. It was only natural.

Lenore then looked out the window again, as she watched everyone slowly returning home, with candy in their bags. She smiled as she was going to read a book, when she heard a motorcycle from outside. It struck her as strange, as she had never heard of a motorcycle at this time of night. It made her wonder what was going on and who was outside.

She then walked over to the window and peeked out, and noticed a group of people outside, still in their costumes. She guessed they were doing something Halloween related before the night would end.

Lenore managed to get a close look from her window. There she noticed there was a tall man, with a black beard covering his face. He was wearing a coat and had something in his arms, which she could not see, for he was covering it. There was a woman there, wearing green robes and looked serious, but kind at the same time. Then, she spotted the elderly man, who had a twinkle in his eyes and a long snowy beard, wearing robes as well. It made Lenore wonder what kind of costumes they were. They all seemed very creative and interesting.

Yet, Lenore could not see anymore, as she was feeling a little tired. It made her wonder why she was able to sleep, when she had read her kind was the type to never sleep. She shrugged her shoulders though. She was happy she was able to sleep, it meant she get to dream.

Lenore was soon sleeping on the couch, as she had no bed to call her own; she was having a strange dream. It was all faded and strange. There was a boy with a girl all the time, someone who was laughing and having such a good time. The girl giggled as she followed the boy around. They looked alike, as if they were a mirror of themselves. Only the girl had long black hair, while the boy had brown hair, but both had blue eyes that shined brightly. What struck her as odd though was the room the two were playing in. There were bubbles every where, as objects were floating around. The boy and girl held hands, as they lifted them up, and strange sparks were going all around them.

Lenore eyes snapped open when she heard a shriek. She quickly sat up and looked around, when she noticed the wife was the source of the shrieking, which made the eleven year old roll her eyes. "She complains about the neighbors, and yet she's the one causing a disturbance." Lenore thought to herself, as she stood up and went over to the woman. She could see the wife was all pale and afraid of something, as Lenore looked down to see what the wife was staring at. It was then Lenore's eyes widen when she saw what the cause of the shrieking was.

The cause was a baby boy in a basket.

Lenore gazed at the baby, as the wife snapped out of her stupor and began to yell very loudly for her husband. Lenore and the wife noticed someone starting to come out of the house. The eleven year old heard the wife curse, as she grabbed the basket with the baby inside and rushed inside. Lenore closed the door, seeing as the wife had forgotten and she followed, as the wife rushed upstairs, screaming for her husband, as their son woke up crying from all the yelling, which made Lenore roll her eyes once more.

"Honestly. She can't do anything without waking up her son, and yet she has the nerve to say the neighbors are loud" Lenore muttered, with a shake of her head, while moving her snow-white hair out of her orange-red eyes. It would be obvious that Lenore did not think highly of the wife. All Lenore had ever seen the wife do was trying to get the latest gossip of her neighbors, to going around, saying how her son was a quite and calm child, when in reality, the baby would cry for every little thing.

Lenore did hope the boy would not be loud or anything, but even she had a feeling the boy would still be crying for every little thing, from the way his parents were spoiling him. Yet, if there was something wrong, the Wife would blame unsuspecting neighbors who haven't even been in the house for causing her child to cry.

Shaking from her thoughts of the dreadful woman Lenore looked down at the baby, who was wide awake but was not crying, he was just looking at her with curiosity. Lenore gave a sweet smile; she sat down to get a closer look at the small baby. Her long sleeves of her flower printed dress were slightly being tugged by the child. At first it shocked her, but she smiled brightly. The couple's baby never noticed her, so this little baby has already made his way into her heart.

Well, he wasn't much of a baby, as he looked one and a few months, like the wife's son, but he was much smaller and adorable. She saw that the baby had beautiful and vibrant green eyes, as his hair was black. He was slightly chubby, but so small at the same time. Yet, Lenore noticed the scar on the babe's forehead which was lightning shaped. It intrigued Lenore, as she went to touch the child, but stopped when she heard stomping from the stairs.

She whirled around, as her she saw the couple rush to the baby. The husband was frowning the entire time as the child, who made a coo noise, which absent-mindedly caused Lenore to stroke the child's hair, as a way to give him attention seeing as the husband and wife were staring at him as if he was going to blow them up, which made Lenore frown slightly.

"Can't we just toss him to an orphanage and be done with it?" The husband asked, which made Lenore's eyes widen with shock, before she clenched her fist and glared at him with anger, as she lifted her hand to slap the oaf for wanting to do such a dreadful thing, but stopped midway when the wife shook her head, as she was reading a note in her hand.

"No… w-we can't Vernon. She's dead. She and her Husband are dead" The wife exclaimed, as she just left the room, with the husband following, as Lenore stood there with a confused look on her face. Lenore could have sworn that the wife was close to crying; something that she had rarely seen from the strange woman. Lenore then saw the note on the floor and picked it up, as she began to read the note for a moment.

Dear Petunia,

I regret to tell you of some terrible news. I am afraid your sister, Lily, and her husband James, has been killed. You may or may not know, but the Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, was responsible for the death of James and Lily.

Yet, the only one who lived is your nephew. Harry James Potter. He is now a hero in the wizarding world, for he has defeated the Dark Lord this night and the only one who has ever survived the killing curse. For those reason, this is why I am contacting you, Petunia. You are the only family he has left. I know this may be a burden to you and your family to raise Harry, but he is in need of family.

There are those who wish to kill him, and it would be best that he is with you, as no one knows of you being Lily's sister. I know you two hadn't gotten along, when your sister was accepted to attend Hogwarts and I had declined your request of going to school with her. I know that you might still resent me for that decision since then, knowing how you wished to be included with Lily, as you two were close as children, but I knew that it would still be dangerous for a muggle then. Not to mention it would have distracted your sister if you were there.

Lily would have done everything she can to keep you safe and out of harms way and it would only get you into more danger. The school was not safe, not when the Dark Lord had made things difficult. Do not worry. Harry has a ward around him to keep him and your family safe from danger. I only hope that you would make Harry a member of your family. Your sister would have wanted that.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore.

Lenore read the note over and over, as she looked at the little baby known as Harry. She walked over to the child and gave him a sad look, as he was just cooing the entire time, probably wanting attention. The girl looked over, seeing as the two adults were out of the room, so it was safe enough for her to do as she wished. Lenore reached down and picked up Harry, and held him in her arms, as she looked down at him with a gentle smile on her face.

"You are so small, yet you defeated someone so evil" Lenore cooed at Harry, but then her eyes saddened, for the fact that he was all alone now. He had lost his parents to a man who was out to destroy the wizarding world. Yet that shocked Lenore that the fact magic exists. That would explain why she was still in this place. She looked at Harry, hugged him, and then she placed him back into his little basket, before Petunia returned along with Vernon. The girl could only hope that they would keep him.

Lenore then watched Vernon picked Harry up, and she followed closely. It looked though that Harry was going to stay, seeing as Vernon made no move to head to the door, but what made her freeze was when Vernon opened the door to the cup board, and just placed Harry inside before closing it on the baby. He looked over at Petunia with a smile.

"He'll survive in there. He's a freak after all. Besides, I do not want him to get Dudley sick or whatever freaks have for colds" Vernon, said, as Petunia nodded in agreement, as Lenore was now seething with rage.

"How dare you! How dare you! You take Harry out of there right now!" Lenore shouted, as she rushed to slap Vernon, but as her hand would have made contact with the fat man's face, her hand simply phased through, which made her even more frustrated and angry, as she tried and tried again to slap him, but it was the same result, he felt nothing.

Instead, he and Petunia went upstairs, smiling at each other, as if nothing had happened and it was as if Harry had never been down there. Lenore was shaking with rage and hatred, as she screamed in frustration, when she picked up a small figurine and threw it at them as hard as she was able too.

The figurine missed, but it crashed to the wall, breaking into small little pieces, which made Petunia shriek as Vernon froze in place. Seeing as she was able to pick something up, Lenore had rushed over and slapped Vernon in the face, which in turn, caused him to fall down the stairs as Petunia was screaming her head off.

Vernon got up, with a red hand print on his face, as he rushed upstairs with Petunia in tow, heading towards Dudley's room. Lenore was standing there, her fist clenched as she was breathing heavily from her anger. Never had she been this angry before, but by god, she knew that her anger was in the right place.

She stood up for Harry, but she had a feeling that no matter what she would have done, they might blame poor Harry for it. The eleven year old then fazed herself under the stairs where she was close to Harry, who was staring at the girl again. Lenore looked over to Harry and sighed as she held him in her arms again.

"Sorry for frightening you like that. I didn't mean to." Lenore said. Harry stared at her and giggled, which Lenore took it as a 'don't worry about it.' She smiled brightly, and began to rock Harry to sleep. At times, the girl wondered why she was able to hold Harry, but when she tried to slap Vernon earlier, she wasn't able to. She looked at Harry, as her holding and rocking had made him fall asleep, and Lenore could only hold him closer.

She knew his future here would be horrible, but she knew that she could not leave him alone with those awful people. They were his family of all people, and they would treat him like a disease. He wasn't normal, and they hated un-normal things. If they were able to see her, they would have done everything possible to get rid of her. She would have left, if she knew how. Even if she knew how to leave, she would not now, not with Harry being here. Lenore felt like she was the only one who could protect him now from his own family.

The thought of that, made Lenore laugh a bit from irony. The Irony of the fact that she would probably be a better caregiver than Petunia was with her own son. It was even more funny to her, because she was still eleven, and not to mention she was dead.

"Funny. A ghost girl, who is eleven, raising a little baby." Lenore whispered to herself, not wishing to wake Harry, after placing him back in his little basket. "But, I'm probably the only one who truly cares for him." Lenore then lied down next to Harry, as she too, slowly fell asleep. She would be there for him, if only she knew what fate had in store for the both of them.

Well my fellow readers, stalkers, and new readers. What did you think? Good? Bad? Awesome? Like I said, I don't mind criticing, because I know I still need work on my grammar and whatnot. Hopefully Lenore doesn't seem mary-suish to you all? Hopefully not, well anyways, this is Starbright signing off. Please read and review, or no cute Harry in the next chapter!