Harry's POV

It's been 2 days since I returned to Privet Drive and it's been pure hell since it was less than 2 weeks since Cedric died. I've been doing the garden and that's how I know that we got new neighbors where Mrs. Figgs use to live. Apparently she tripped over one of her cats and her daughter thought it was time that she moved with her, so now they live somewhere on the continent. The moving vans came while I was trimming the thorns on the roses. For a 2 story house there was only a few items. There was 2 couches, a telly, refrigerator, a queen sized bed, and several boxes labeled 'clothes'.

When the movers were done they closed the door and left. No one came by until it was time for me to mow the lawn. Than someone in an American muscle car came by. I am no means an expert on cars but I do know the car that zoomed past the Dursly's car on the way back from the train station just a few days ago and it was that very car that I've been day dreaming of owning when not thinking of Cedric, Voldemort or what else what happened that day. Snapping myself out of what would have been another depressed state I saw who came out of the car. It was a boy that was about my age, probably a year older. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie (matching the car's color) with some faded jeans; his hair was short but still a little shaggy. He slammed the car door shut and looked around the neighborhood and stopped to look at me. Ours eyes locked for a second before he smiled and started to walk over.

He jogged across the street and I met him in the middle. He stuck his hand out and introduced himself; "Hello, the name's Jack; nice to meet you." He had brown eyes and an American accent. "Hi, I'm Harry and welcome to Privet drive the nicest level of hell." I joked. He laughed a little. "That would have been nice to know before I bought the house, oh well. So Harry is this a job, chore or hobby?" He asked noticing the way my hand were dirty and the fact I was working in the hottest day of summer. "It's one of my many chores, and forgives me for prying but did you say you bought that house? You don't look more than 17." He chuckled and looked back at his house. He turned to me before answering. "Yeah I bought it and I'm not 17, I turned 16 in March." I was floored by that, he was a few months older than me and he already owned a house and maybe that car too. "I have to get settled so why don't you and your family come by for some dinner tonight?"

I hesitated because I know how the Dursly's are but thought about it closely and as long as he's a straight muggle that happens to agree with everything the Dursly's do then what could go wrong? "I don't know, I think we're going out to eat tonight so I'll ask them maybe over the weekend." I lied of course; even if they did go out tonight they wouldn't take me. He agreed and left. I got back to work. It was when night fell and I was lying in my bed after a long shower that the walrus called me down. Before I even took the first step down uncle Vernon was already yelling at me. "Boy! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU YOU'RE DOING TALKING TO THE NEIGHBORS!? Your aunt tells me that the new boy from across the street walked over to you and started to have a conversation while you were suppose to be working. Now I want you to listen, and listen well, your freak self is not to interact with him again, am I clear?" I was going to say 'Yes sir' but something else came out. "And to think he invited me and the rest of the 'family' to dinner at his house this weekend. Maybe we all should stay away; I mean he'll go broke feeding you fat lards."

I covered my mouth when that came out, I have no idea why. Uncle Vernon was turning multiple colors very quickly. First white with shock, then red, then purple, purple and red would switch every few seconds. He brought his meaty hand up and before I could move he hit me with enough force to send me flying into the wall. "Get up and get out before I do worse you little piece of filth. You are not allowed here until you learn some respect for the people brought you in from the bottom of their heart." He ended with a face that was a very deep shade of purple. I dashed up the stairs and got everything I could fit in my trunk and told Hedwing to go to Hermione's house until things settled down. I walked out. I thought about calling the knight bus and going to the Burrow but thought against it because they'll probably call Dumbledore and he'll force me to go back. I walked to the bus stop by the park I go to in order to think. I could ask Hermione but I don't want to bother her, plus I didn't have Hedwig. I was interrupted from my thoughts when I saw car light roll over me and parked behind me. "Harry?" someone called out. It was Jack, how did he find me? "Jack, what are you doing here?" He turned off his car and we were standing under a street light.

"Me? I was driving back from work and I had some business to do here. What are you doing here? And what happened to your face? You know what that doesn't matter right now, get your stuff and get into the car now it's not safe here right now." Before I could say anything another car pulled up. This time a large man in a business suit walked out followed by 2 even bigger guys but it was all muscle and they weren't in suits, but clothes thugs wear. "Flores, what is this? I told you to come alone." The one in the suit said. "Don't worry about him cue ball; he was here when I got here." Jack was looking at cue ball then at me. He signaled me to move to his car and I complied. I saw them under the street light and after a few minutes of talking they shook hands and cue ball left. I then noticed that Jack wasn't wearing his outfit from earlier but a suit like cue ball. Jack got into the car but didn't start it, he just looked at me. "I'm not going to ask what happened, but I will ask if you need a place to stay for now." I was relieved that he wasn't prying into my life and grateful that he offered me a place to stay, but I don't know if I should or not. I mean we had one 5 minute conversation and he's offering his home. I nodded my head to tell him I wanted to stay with him. We drove back to his house. It was weird to be just across the street from the people who abused you. When we were in the house, I got a good look at a house that was almost empty. I put my trunk down near the door and Jack left to the kitchen. He started to whistle, and then I heard a bark.

I went stiff, not moving mostly out of habit due to Aunt Marge's mutts usually barking before they start to attack me. Jack called out to me, "Come on into the kitchen". When in the kitchen I smelled something very familiar. It smelled like Dudley's room. It was the smell of marijuana, and there was Jack smoking right in front of me like it was no big deal petting the biggest German Sheppard I've ever seen. It was black and gold like most German Shepherds but this thing could probably outweigh Dudley, or uncle Vernon. The dog snarled at me and was about charge at me before Jack said, "Bleiben". Whatever that means. And the dog stopped. Jack took the blunt out and offered me some. I was tempted mainly due to me taking some from Dudley's room when I was younger and I enjoyed it but never did it again out of fear of being caught. With a shaky hand I took the cigar, held it to my lips, and took a big breath. I started to cough a little from taking too much but I was already feeling the effects and it felt good. "Alright, now it's a party. Do you feel like doing anything else illegal or do you want to relax on the couch?" Right now my face wasn't hurting as much and the drug was starting to affect my judgment, but I just couldn't care.

"How illegal are we talking?" I ask half scared, half excited. Jack smirked and went to the fridge and pulled out to beers. They were some American brand. He then pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. "Hello, yeah it's me, can I get two, and hold on a sec. Hey does want Asian or Latin?" "I could really go for some Chinese food right now." I replied. He laughed, "Not food." I looked confused."I'm talking about some female company, if you know what I mean." Jack said. I'm waiting for him to say 'Ha, gotcha'. "Um, Jack I don't really think I should do that." I said while rubbing the back of my head. He didn't look fazed. "Alright I get, you're not comfortable with it, that's cool. How about I order some food and we'll get high off our asses while laughing at a blank TV. Screen?" I let out a breath of relief. It's weird but I don't mind that idea at all. I guess it's time I have some fun in my life. "Yeah, that sounds good." Jack nodded in agreement.

"Hello? Yeah false alarm, next time though. Oh, do you have the money you owe me? No, alright I'll call you next week then." Jack hung up and ordered some Chinese food. We spent the night sitting on the couching talking about our lives, I made sure not to say too much. Apparently Jack's father owns some big company and after getting a loan at the age of 15, Jack wanted to make a name for himself. I talked about my parents dying, Cedric and Voldemort(Of course taking out all the magic stuff) he raised his beer in the air to say a few words, "To James, Lily and Cedric; I don't know any of you personally but damn it if Harry is you're kid and friend then you must of been good people." That sentiment brought tears to my eyes and now I didn't feel as bad as before. I laid down on the couch and was about to fall asleep before I thought about what Hermione would say if she saw me doing any of this.