On an ordinary summer day in the ordinary England city, London, there lived a not so ordinary boy.

This boy was famous for reasons no one in the neighborhood knew, this boy had survived the killing curse. His name was Harry Potter, known to others of his own kind as the boy-who-lived. He was a wizard.

He lived with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley (All Muggles) on #4 Privet drive. He had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since he was eleven years old. On the way to the school on the magical train, he had met his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley.

Currently, he was in his room marking off the 28th of August.

'Only four more days until I go back to Hogwarts.' He thought to himself.

His owl, Hedwig, hooted loudly at him from across the room.

It was 6:30 in the morning, and she was not used to getting up this early and was annoyed at him for waking her.

"I'm sorry for waking you up but I really need you to deliver some letters to Ron and Hermione. Could you do that for me?" Harry said, and after she had answered him, He gathered a couple of pieces of parchment, an Ink well, and a Quill and started to write:

Dear Hermione,

I hope you can learn to love me back soon, but if we never get together I will be heart broken. I will not tell you who this is for the simple fact that if I did tell you our friendship would be out the window and I don't want that. I'm hoping that since you are the smartest witch of your year, you'll figure out who I am and we can become boyfriend and girlfriend. Things are fine here with me and I hope that things are ok there with you too. I've got to go but I will see you at school just know that I love you and always will.

Love from,

Your Secret Admirer

P.S. I found this letter on the platform and just remembered it.

Harry P.

And then wrote:

Dear Ron,

I know this is not the best time for this but I have to tell you that I love you and I hope you feel the same for me. I hope that one day we can be really together in the common room and just be there for each other instead of having to watch you from afar. I hope I don't overwhelm you with this letter but I just had to tell you the truth. I have to go now, but I hope to see you soon. I love you.

Love From,

Your Secret Admirer

P.S. I found this in the Parking lot at King's Cross Station at just remembered it now.

Harry P.

"Ok, here they are. Now this one goes to Hermione" He raised Hermione's letter. "And this is Ron's." He said, showing her Ron's letter. "Please get these to them and then come back, don't worry about a reply." He tied them to her legs, opened the window, and waited til' she flew out of sight before he closed the window and went to his bed and sat down.

'The last four days of summer I will have to wait and see if they send me anything in order to find out more.' He thought to himself as he went back to sleep.

On September 1st, Harry walked through the barrior between platforms 9 and 10 onto platform 9 ¾.

When he looked around for Ron and Hermione he had the strong feeling that he was being watched. When he looked for the source of the feeling, he saw that every female in his range of vision was looking at him. Except for one.

The girl he saw that wasn't looking at him, he didn't recognize at all, so he slowly walked toward her, while he looked her over.

She had knee length blonde hair that was in a ponytail braid. She looked about 6'2", and she was so thin you could probably wrap her braid around her, thrice. She was wearing a short sleeved shirt that showed her cleavage and a Skirt that went half way to her knees, Maybe more then half way and a Yellow hat. Her chest was really nothing to sneeze at, they were so noticeable.

Suddenly, She looked at him with amusement in her eyes.

'You better stop your looking. This is my stuff.' He heard in his mind.

He looked wide-eyed at her and she just smiled at him and in his mind he heard:

Here comes your friends, Mr. Potter' And she disappeared. Really disappeared, not just walked or ran away. She vanished into thin air.

Harry slowly turned and, sure enough, there was Hermione and Ron approaching where he stood.

They had both changed, A Lot. Hermione's hair was now Brown with Blonde streaks, and it now had soft curls that framed her face, instead of the normal bushy curls. She was about 5 feet 10 inches tall and she was wearing a Blue tank top that said "This good girl is looking for a bad guy" and a Red mid-thigh skirt that moved when she walked. Ron was now 6'4" tall, more muscles in his upper body than last year. He was wearing a white shirt with plain blue genes that had "Boyfriend" written on one leg and "Girlfriend" on the other.

They were walking straight past Harry, So he said:

"Ron, Hermione, are you two going to ignore me?"

They both stopped, looked at Harry, then, at each other.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked uncertainly. Ron nodded in agreement.

"Surely, I haven't changed that much during the summer." He said, astonished. When they still looked unsure he added, "It's Harry Potter, remember me?"

"Oh, my God. You have changed, A Lot. Right, Ron?" Hermione said, after a shocked moment had passed.

Ron nodded. Harry turned to look into the window of the train to see what they meant by 'changed a lot.'

Harry didn't wear glasses anymore and his eyes were creepy due to his new contacts that he had saved up for. He only had a black pupil that they could see. He had put brown highlights in his black hair and instead of trying to keep his hair long and messy, he had cut and spiked it. He was now 6'4 1/2" and looked like a biker. He was wearing a black t-shirt under a leather-studded jacket and tight black leather pants. He was so buff that you could tell through his leather jacket.

"I don't look that different!" Harry said as he turned around arms flailing and in doing so he hit Draco Malfoy square in the stomach. "Wait, I meant to do that!" Draco was knocked breathless for a minute then regained his composure as much as was possible.

"You're going to pay for that, Potter!" he said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice and not succeeding. After a second, he went into a cold faint.

Out of the crowd there came weird girly giggles. Out of said crowd came the blonde girl he had seen before with a black haired, olive skinned girl who looked like her twin, except for a few things. She was about the size of the blonde, except she had her hair only to her elbow and it wasn't in a braid. She was the same height as the blonde if not a little shorter.

Can I talk to you? Please? In private? I already told your friends that I knew you and that we are going to talk, so please, come on.' The blonde said in his head, heading toward the train, while the black haired girl went to where Draco laid in the faint.

Harry followed her to the train and got in and shut the door only to find himself up against the door with the blonde right in front of him, in his face.

'What is it that you want? Why are you following me? Do you have a problem with the space in the World?' She thought in a rush, very suspiciously.

"What? You asked me to follow you and that you wanted to talk to me." Harry said, in surprise.

'I did? Oh, yeah I remember. Sorry, that happens quite a bit.' She thought, letting him go.

At that moment Harry was thrown forward and in came the black haired girl, in her hand was a foot, followed by a leg, all of a sudden, the body stopped moving. Harry went and looked out the door and another leg was caught on the door. The raven-haired girl gave the leg a hard tug to get him unstuck. The body didn't move, so Harry went up to it and helped her drag him in without hurting him any more than absolutely necessary, then Harry quickly backed up so he was out of the way. Draco was still out cold. The girl who was dragging him the rest of the way in, hitting his head on the door.

'Libby, what did you do that for?' the blonde thought.

"What? How did you do that? Why did you call me Libby?" Harry said aloud.

'She wasn't thinking to you. Lizzie was thinking to me.' the girl named Libby thought impatiently. 'Put another tune into your brainwaves.'

'Libby, don't be so mean to my ma…., or Harry.' Lizzie thought so loudly that Harry's ears started to ring.

Harry looked Lizzie in the eyes and said, "What do you mean 'your man'?" With that she fainted, but he knew she was faking because he heard her think 'When he's gone, tell me Libby.' He picked her up and carried her to the first compartment while Libby shrugged and dragged Draco to the empty compartment next to the one Harry went in.