This is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction! I hope you like it!

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Harry walked into the house on Privet Drive, knowing he was late for dinner and knowing he would be punished for it. He heard voices from the kitchen area and a laugh that wasn't familiar. The Dursleys probably had some of their stuck up friends over again, he decided he wouldn't intrude when suddenly the voices became louder and his Aunt, Uncle, cousin Dudley and a girl he didn't recognize came around the corner before harry could run up the stairs.

"Oh, Harry! Your home!" said his Aunt Petunia in a pleasant voice.

That's strange he thought Aunt Petunia isn't pleasant, even when she has company.

"We were wondering where you were." she added though Harry knew she was lying. The strawberry blondegirl who was with them was wearing a white floral dress that's green brought out her dark, somehow familiar eyes. She had a kind smile on her face and was standing next to Dudley, who was actually smiling. What was going on? Harry wondered.

"Oh, Harry, this is Emily, she just moved into that house a block over, you know the one, don't you?"

"Yes." a bit hesitantly, wondering what had put his relatives into such a happy mood. Lately the Dursleys had been far from happy and Harry had expected to be sent to his room without supper, not greeted by a stranger and his family who seemed to have forgotten who he was and that he wasn't as normal as they wanted him to be.

"Well Dudley ran into her the other day and invited her to dinner, Emily, this is our nephew Harry, he is Dudley's cousin."

"Hello." she smiled again. Well she seemed nice except for the fact that she seemed to be Dudley's girlfriend. Who would want to go out with DUDLEY of all people? Harry thought as he looked from Dudley's goofy smiling face to the body that was so large that it took up almost the whole hallway, causing the others to stand in front of or behind him.

He reeked the words "She's mine".

"Well I should be going so that my parents don't get worried." she said, bringing them back to why they were in this crowded hall in the first place.

"Please feel free to stop in again sometime dear, we loved having you." said Mrs. Dursley.

"Thank you." she said as she quickly left. Dudley looked as if he would have followed her if she hadn't run so fast. His waddle wasn't very fast.

The Dursleys made their way back into the living room and sat down. "Such a nice girl." Mrs. Dursley and Mr. Dursley agreed. Dudley seemed to be in a trance for a moment and then turned on the telly to watch one of his favorite shows.

For a moment Harry played with the thought that she could be hypnotising his family into happiness. He held back a chuckle and went upstairs to check on Hedwig.

Harry was walking away from a confrontation with his Aunt and Uncle. He had heard a loud popping noise that he had pulled his wand out to, his Uncle finding him and once again freaking out. So now Harry was walking toward the park that was a couple blocks from the house. When he got there he sat on the only swing that Dudley and his friends hadn't broken.

Harry remembered seeing Dudley and Emily at the park and heard her ask him why the swings were broken. He said he wasn't sure who had been breaking them but he started naming some of his "friends" names, while of course leaving himself out, saying they had been causing mischief.

Harry wasn't even sure that Dudley knew what mischief meant.

He also knew that the only reason Dudley had friends was because they had kissed up to him enough for him not to use them as punching bags. His favorite punching bag had been Harry, though since he had been to Hogwarts Dudley had begun to use smaller boys in the neighborhood more and more.

Harry had begun to tease Dudley about Emily, knowing Dudley had left that swing unbroken for Emily's enjoyment.

"Is wittle Dudders in wuv?" asked Harry mockingly once, ducking a swing that Dudley threw his way.

Harry sometimes stood in amazement at how daft this girl could be. She seemed to believe everything that Dudley told her, Harry shook his head slowly, wondering how anyone could possibly be able to kiss his cousin (he assumed that's what they did in the hours they were gone from the house) and he also wondered if he was losing his mind, seeing as the only things he seemed to do these days was search for news on the wizarding world and puzzle over his cousin's relationship.

He sighed as he thought of the wizarding world. The only connection he had between here and there were his friends Ron and Hermione and his godfather Sirius, and all he got out of there letters was more frustration. From what he read it seemed like Ron and Hermione were together, and Sirius was always telling him to lay low and such. The Daily Prophet hadn't seemed to notice (or decided not to) anything different, like how 'natural' disasters were occuring in odd places, though he knew their excuse was probably that they were Muggle problems and wasn't for them to worry about.

Harry's frustration kept growing, knowing that he of all people should be informed on what was going on. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Dudley and his friends as they seperated for the evening, probably having just beaten up another ten year old.

In his mind, Harry dared Dudley and them to come over and pick a fight with him, being able to take out his anger on his cousin would be nice, though it would also be fun to watch him squirm under the watch of his friends, afraid to hit Harry but afraid to lose face as well.

When Harry saw that Dudley was walking home alone Harry ran up to join him, to Dudley's dismay.

"Whadoyouwant?" asked Dudley.

"Awww Dudders, were you hoping I was Emily?"

"Don't call me that, and what if I did? She's a lot better looking than you."

"Dudley! I am shocked." he said mockingly.

"Your just jealous."

"No offense to her but I'm not real keen on going out with anyone who has kissed you."

Dudley paused. "You're just jealous I can get a girl."

"Who says I can't?" said Harry, not sure where this was going.

"I hear you at night, calling out for your boyfriend. Oh, no not Cedric! Please don't hurt him!" Dudley mimicked.

"Shut up." said Harry in a low tone. So he had been talking in his sleep? He had been having nightmares lately, but having Dudley tease him about something like this he didn't want to deal with.

Dudley continued teasing until Harry yelled " SHUT UP!" and pulled out his wand.

"P-put that a-away. Y-your not allowed to used it outside of that school of yours. You'll get kicked out."

Harry ignored him, continuing his threat, when suddenly mist surrounded the two and Harry looked around, trying to see through the darkness. Dudley punched him, thinking the fog was Harry's doing and trying to get him to stop.

Harry fumbled for his wand and realized that the darkness was being caused by dementors that were supposed to be guarding Azkaban.

Harry found his wand and tried to think of a happy thought that would help him conjure his patronus. He tried to fight off the darkness but as a dementor came into view and began reaching for its hood, he began to panic.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM" he yelled, silver light streaming from his wand tip, forming into a stag. he stood up and chased off the two dementors, sending them into the night. Harry and Dudley were in a dark alley between his street and another, light landing on the pavement from a nearby streetlamp. Harry looked around, making sure all of the dementors were gone, when he saw Emily on the opposite side of the street, staring straight at Harry.

"Oh no." Harry thought. A Muggle had seen him preform magic. But it was self defense, he assured himself. He wouldn't be in trouble if the magic was needed. Before he had called out her name she was running down the street toward her house, glancing back to see if he was following her as he called her name over and over again until he couldn't see her around the edge of the building that formed part of the alley.

As he supported Dudley, who was grey faced, looked nauseated and kept muttering things, Mrs. Figg came around the corner of the alley, hair askew and carrying a bag of cat food and a slipper that matched the one on her foot.

Mrs. Figg nearly had a heart attack and was rambling and ranting about someone named Mundungus Fletcher and Squibs.

"Your a Squib?" Harry asked.

"Keep your wand out! Yes, I'm a Squib."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"There was no reason to, Harry."

"Not even to start a conversation? Didn't you know I was a wizard?"

"Well, yes, but Dumbledore thought it best not to tell you."

She was looking frantically around them as Harry, with Dudley's weight made their way home to where Mr. and Mrs, Dursley swept Dudley away, shouting at Harry to tell them what he had done.

Harry gave up trying to explain when an owl came with a letter from the Ministery. He checked it, expecting to see the usual letter and found that he was going to have his wand taken away! He was beginning to panic when another owl came from Sirius with a letter telling him not to give up his wand.

This was going to be a long night.

Emily Smith had lived in England when she was a baby when her parents had moved to America. Then recently after watching her parents whisper for weeks, her dad announced that they would be moving back to England because of a job he had gotten. Emily hadn't been too happy to leave friends and the house they had had but thought it would be interesting to move to a new country that she hadn't been to in years.

They moved before her fifteenth birthday, and when it came they celebrated it among the boxes of their new house. A few weeks later Emily decided to take a walk to look around the new neighborhood and ran into a large boy her age who said his name was Dudley Dursley. They talked for a while, though Emily was trying to be polite she had a hunch that this boy had been one of the ones who had turned over their trash bins on Emily's lawn a couple days before. This boy showed an interest in her that was not mutual so when he asked if she would come meet his family for dinner, she went inside to ask her mom, hoping that she would say no.

"I think you should go, you could meet some new people, maybe make some friends."

"I'm not sure that-"

"Your going." Emily had been about to say 'I'm not sure that he wants to be 'friends' but just went outside and said it was fine with her mom if she went. Emily got the address and went to the dinner a few days later, meeting the family that seemed to be thinking the same word as their son : girlfriend.

It bothered her that Dudley had the wrong idea. He seemed to think that she was already his girlfriend and treated her like one. She found that she couldn't talk to her ten year old neighbor without him shifting uneasily and glancing up and down the street. Emily was furious when the day after Dudley saw her talking to the boy, he was bruised like something seven times his size had sat on him. She refused to answer any of Dudley's calls to the house (not that she had any desire to before, now she just had more motivaion to be rude) and didn't go into the front yard so that she wouldn't have to talk to him if he came by. This went on for about a week until her mother pushed her outside of the house.

"Your almost fifteen, stop throwing a tantrum." she said before shutting the door. Emily heard the click of the lock but went to rattle the door anyway. To her surprise the door opened and her mother turned around with a surprised and horrified look on her face and came back to shut the door. Dudley called her to the sidewalk, and Emily ended up at the park trying to make conversation and ending up talking about the swings. She watched as Dudley lied through his teeth. She had seen him brake these swings and yet he stood there and said he wasn't sure who had done it!

Emily Smith ran home, away from Harry, away from where those people wearing black cloaks had been, away from the silver stag that seemed to be made of light, but she was also running away from memories.

Faces flashed in front of her as she ran home. A black haired man with dark eyes, a giant man covered in fur. These people haunted her dreams, nameless, faceless, only a few features shone. She had been fighting them back for so long, not telling her parents for fear they would think it was some mental disprder. Her parents worried so much.

Now Emily was running from Dudley and his cousin, who she hadn't really talked to. She was running from Harry, who had yelled something at those cloaked people as he held a stick. She was confused at the scene that she had seen but the stick Harry had been holding, the words he had yelled, she pictured these people in her mind hold similar sticks, though the man covered in fur was holding an umbrella for some reason. She was so confused. Why did the sticks remind her of umbrellas!?

She reached her front door and flew through it, then froze, staring at a group of people in her house. They were in strange clothing, different colors of clothes with capes and hats. She stared at them, there were so many. They moved around her house, some inspecting things in the livingroom, other doing the same in the kitchen. Some people went up and down the stairs,a man looked behind a painting on the wall.

What was going on?

A man saw her and walked up to her. He was taller than her and was balding, the remaining hair a bright red.

"Emily Smith?"

"Yes..." she answered uncertainly.

"My name is Arthur Weasley, I am with the Ministery of Magic." he informed her.

"The what? Why are you people in my house?" not feeling the least bit informed.

"Emily, will you come with me?" he asked.

"Um, where to? I don't know you so I will need to ask my parents."

"That won't be necessary." he said solemnly.

"Why not? she asked, wondering why her overly protective parents didn't need to be informed of her leaving.

"Emily your parents were killed."

She didn't say anything, just stared.

"We aren't sure who did it or why, but you may not be safe here. That is why you are coming with me. I am going to take you to my house and explain some things to you."

Emily still didn't say anything. She just let Mr. Weasley he gently lead her outside.

"Emily, please, if you will, hold onto my arm tightly."

Emily wasn't sure how tightly she would be able to hold on, she felt faint. She also wasn't sure why she would need to hold on. Before Mr. Weasley could Apparate though, the girl fainted.

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next chapter : At that moment the door opened rather dramatically, slamming and causing a gust of wind and three procurred wands. Emily jumped and was scared, confused.