Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, even though I wish I did.
A.N. This is my first story so please be nice but do tell me if I'm doing something wrong.
- Pirate Girl007
A 15 year old boy, Harry Potter, was sitting in the back of a new blue Jaguar uncle Vernon got with his raise. Looking back at the train station he was in just moments ago. Talking with his friends trying to keep his mind off of his godfather, Sirius. He flinched, thinking of his godfather who had really been his only father figure. Why Harry didn't have a father of his own. Harry's father, James Potter was murdered along with Harry's mother by Lord Voldemort. Just because of a stupid Prophesy say that either Harry would have to Kill Voldemort or Voldemort would kill him.
Harry got angry just thinking about it. Harry felt responsible for all the deaths of the people close to him but it was really Voldemort. Just as his Uncle was pulling the car into the driveway Harry made a vow. From now on he wouldn't let Voldemort play with his feelings anymore. What's in the past is in the past and nothing can change that. Harry would live his life not in fear of die but in happiness.
Once the car stopped Harry's uncle, aunt and cousin charged out of the house as quick as possible to get away from their nephew, not even asking if he needed help. Harry wasn't bothered by it thought, because they always acted this way. Once Harry opened the trunk he lifted it out and dragged it towards the house. When Harry got inside his 'family' was sitting on the couch waiting for something.
"Go put your things up in your bedroom and then come back downstairs. We have to talk to you" Uncle Vernon said.
Harry's reply was a simple nod, and then started upstairs. Trying to think of what the Dursley's would want he opened the door to his room he dropped his things on the ground. Taking one look around the room seeing that it seemed normal he headed back downstairs.
Finally arriving in the living room where his uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley were sitting his uncle motioned for him to sit down. Only then did he find out what they were going to say.
"New neighbors moved in across the street last month and they have a daughter. We told them that you were living with us and they requested that maybe you could show their daughter around the neighborhood when you got back." Uncle Vernon said.
To say that Harry was surprised was an understatement. They actually wanted him to go out in public. Usually they would just tell him to stay in his room or do chores around the house and in the backyard. But now that Harry thought about it, it seems fishy.
"Why doesn't Dudley show her around?" Harry asked getting more and more suspicious.
Aunt Petunia spoke for the first time since the car ride. "We don't want our little Dudders hanging around that type of person." Sneering at him while she was talking.
"She's one of my people?" Harry asked, making sure to avoid saying witch or wizard to make uncle Vernon angry.
"Of course not," uncle Vernon stated, "she's just a bad influence on Dudley. So no more questions tomorrow morning you will go meet her and show her around. Do you understand?"
"Sure, uncle Vernon." Harry replied while walking out of the room to his bedroom.
After getting into bed he lay there thinking about what kind of person this girl would be like. If aunt petunia and uncle Vernon don't want her near Dudley maybe she won't be so bad, while drifting off to sleep.
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