Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and we know this.

The hot mid-day sun beat down on privet drive as the residents secluded themselves to their air conditioned homes or crystal clear swimming pools. One boy, however, was not enjoying a refreshing swim or relaxing in the shelter of his home. He spent this day just like many, wandering the streets of Whinning and waiting for his return to the burrow as he did most summers.

Harry Potter was making his way back to number 4 privet drive to get a quick bite to eat, for he had not anything to eat that entire day. As he was walking he heard a low rumbling sound down the street. He turned around to see what the noise was, when he saw a large moving truck drive around the corner to privet drive.

He had completely forgotten that number 3 had been put up for sale recently. Harry reached for the door knob of number 4, when suddenly the door swung open.

"Move!" shouted Aunt Petunia as she pushed him out of the way. Harry watched as she hurried over to number 3 to greet their new neighbors.

After watching Aunt Petunia shake hands with a married couple he made his way into the house to the kitchen. There he would find Dudley and his gang, sitting around the table talking excitingly.

"Did you hear him crying for his mum? That was the best part." Piers Pelkiss laughed with the group.

"What seven year old did you beat up today?" Harry asked as he made a sandwich. "Or did you promote to eight year olds?"

The group carried on with their conversation, ignoring Harry's remarks. Dudley often did this when he was with the gang, so it didn't come as a shock.

"And the way he waddled away." Dudley said trying very hard to pretend Harry wasn't there.

"You don't have room to talk Dudley, in fact with you in the room; there isn't much room at all." Harry said before taking a bite of his sandwich.

At this everyone, except Dudley, got up and started coming at Harry slowly with their hands balled up into fists and narrowing their eyes at him. Harry just stood at the counter eating his sandwich and watching in amusement.

"Oh, boys, I'm so glad to see you here." Aunt Petunia said excitedly as she entered the kitchen. "I want to introduce you to our new neighbors. This is Rebecca and Oscar Oliver." She said introducing the married couple Harry saw her shaking hands with before. By their features they must have been at least forty.

Rebecca had long black hair, brown eyes, and was very short and thin. Oscar, however, was the exact opposite; he was tall, heavy set with light brown hair and blue eyes. You could tell he had been through a lot by the scars on his arms and face.

"And, oh come in, don't be shy." Aunt Petunia said in her sweetest voice that sounded frightfully like professor Umbridge. She obviously wanted to make a good impression. "Come on girl, we won't bite."

"Don't count on it." Harry mumbled under his breath.

"See? Don't be shy." Aunt Petunia said leading her into the kitchen. "And this is their daughter, Anancy." She said as the girl walked into the kitchen.

Harry froze at the sight of her. He was immediately captivated by her beauty. As were all the other young men in the room. If looks could kill; I'd be dead. Harry thought to himself.

So what do you think? Sorry it's so short, it's me first fanfic, so please review. I should have the next chapter up shortly.