Prologue.
It was mid afternoon when Harry finally got out of the house. He needed to get away from the Dursleys. He saw a lorry besides a house and a family looking at the house. He looked away. How he wished he had a family.
"Hey there," called a voice.
Harry looked over and saw a boy who looked about a year older looking at him.
"Hi," said Harry.
"My names Lewis Davies. What's yours?" asked the boy.
"Harry Potter," said Harry.
"Nice to meet you Harry," said Lewis.
"You just moved here?" asked Harry.
"Yes. Its quieter here in Little Whinging than it was in Garnant," said Lewis
"Where's Garnant?" asked Harry.
"Its in Wales. My dad works with the Government and he got transferred here," said Lewis.
"So he's the boring type?" asked Harry.
"No way is he boring. What do your parents do?" asked Lewis.
"Um. My parents were killed in a car crash," said Harry. Great I find a friend and now he'll look down on me because I'm an orphan.
"Oh I'm sorry," said Lewis. "Is that why your clothes are…"
"Yes. These clothes were my cousins," said Harry, silently cursing himself for going red.
"How old is your cousin?" asked Lewis.
"Same as me. Ten." said Harry.
"Younger than me then. I'm eleven," said Lewis. "Is your cousin a miniature whale?"
Harry laughed. Suddenly two boys walked up. A worried look appeared on Harry's face.
"Look there, little Harry has made a friend," laughed Dudley.
"Hey kid, you shouldn't hang out with Harry, he's a waste of space," said Piers.
Lewis looked at Dudley and Piers before looking at Harry.
"Know these weird people Harry?" asked Lewis.
Dudley scowled as Piers grabbed Lewis by the shoulder.
"Watch who you're calling weird people!" demanded Piers.
"We could fight you two on two but my brother is looking over here and it wouldn't be fair on you guys." Lewis smirked.
Piers pushed Lewis back as a man in a suit came up.
"What is going on here?" asked the man, looking at them.
"Nothing Dad, just talking." Lewis answered.
Lewis' dad nodded and looked at Harry. Harry noticed his eyes looking at his forehead before returning to look at his eyes.
"We met kid?" Lewis' dad asked.
"No sir." answered Harry.
Dudley and Piers slipped away.
"Don't call me sir. Name's Gomer but if you're not comfortable with that then you can call me Mr Davies." Lewis' dad smiled.
"Ok Mr Davies" Harry smiled.
"Come on in Lewis, I need your help. Take care kid." Mr Davies went into the house.
"Take care Harry, see you around" Lewis went into the house.