A/N: Thanks to Summer for being my one and only reviewer. As a result, and following her request, Evelyn's name has been changed to Summer. Meh, I didn't really like Evelyn that much anyways. On the bright side, this story will finally get it's second chapter. Read on, brave soldier! ~MoI~

Dream Come True... Almost

Chapter Two ~ Er...

Summer froze as she saw the wand pointed at her. Oh no.... I hope he won't kill me... Summer's brain wasn't working too well, as you can see. She held up her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Don't shoot," she said, more out of habit than reason. Summer noticed that Harry Potter still hadn't moved his wand. "Well at least you haven't killed me yet," she breathed, somewhat relieved.

"Er... right," Harry Potter replied uncertainly. From Summer's point of view, it was too unreal to be happening, so she kept on calling Harry Potter by his full name. He didn't seem to care, but that was probably because Summer was just thinking it in her head. The two of them just stood there, as though stuck in a stalemate. Finally, Summer lowered her hands and looked around at the mess. The chips had fallen all over the floor, the Pepsi had spilled on the table and the TV lay shattered... for some unknown reason.

"UH... maybe I'm not in the best position to ask this, seeing as you have a weapon, but why is my TV broken?" she asked, more than a little confused.

"Sorry about that... I sort of landed on it," Harry Potter said sheepishly.

Geez, Summer, stop calling him Harry Potter! You're such a weirdo! She looked at the wand still pointed at her. "Do you mind?" she asked. "I don't like feeling like I'm about to be shot at."

"Sorry," Harry Potter muttered and lowered his wand slowly.

Silence grew... my my, isn't this awkward... Here you have Harry Potter, standing right in front of you... and you have nothing to talk about??? Are you INSANE?!?!?!?!?! Summer angrily told the voice to shut up and searched her mind for anything to talk about.

"Oh yeah... good point," she said to herself. "I forgot to ask: what exactly are you doing here?" She suddenly realized that Harry Potter probably wouldn't know that he had a movie and books and stuff... so maybe Summer should act like she didn't know him. "And who are you?" she added belatedly.

"My name is Neville Longbottom," he replied.

"Liar," she said automatically. He'd used that as an alias before, and Summer couldn't stop her reaction. "Whoops... that wasn't smart."

Within half a second, Harry Potter was pointing his wand at her again, eyes narrowed and no doubt several spells at the ready. "What?"

Summer squirmed under his gaze... what to do? What can I possibly do???? The truth was certainly an option, but would he believe her? Maybe she could say she's psychic. Or pretend she's a witch... except you aren't, and that would be a problem if Harry Potter ever asks you to prove it. "My father is an ex-CIA agent who is a human-lie-detector and I've inherited his talents," Summer blurted out, borrowing from Meet The Parents but not really caring. Harry Potter remained silent so she continued uncertainly. "Yeah... so, I'm Summer... and you are in my house, which is locked..." she paused, suddenly noticing the spilled Salt and Vinegar chips. "And you made me drop my Pringles. Now that was just cruel." Those were good chips and now they were ruined. Thanks bunches, Harry Potter.

"I can explain everything," Harry Potter said. "I'll just... fix a few things, and you'll see it was just a bit of clumsiness on your part..."

Hang on... the wheels in her brain churned. This sounded a bit familiar. Like, Chamber of Secrets familiar. Summer figured it out, screamed, and ducked as Harry Potter sent a Memory Charm her way. She heard the chips crunch beneath her. God, that'll be hell to clean up. She pushed herself to her knees and couldn't help getting angry at him. "What the hell did you do that for? Goddamn Memory Charms would ruin all my hard studying! And I banged my head on the floor, AND now I have to clean up tiny little pieces of salt-and-vinegar goodness smushed into the carpet. Thank you very much!" she ranted. Again, she forgot that she was supposed to not know about wizards, since she was technically a Muggle.

"What?!" Harry Potter repeated, this time with more surprise, and some anger.

"Um... nothing.... I didn't say anything. Maybe you where hallucinating?" Summer tried as an excuse. Harry Potter didn't buy it. "Fine, geez, have it your way. Yeah, I know about Memory Charms, and that Neville isn't your name. Maybe if you tell me the truth, I'll tell you why I know," she said, hopping the bargain would be OK, since she needed him to talk first so she could make up a reason for knowing this stuff.

"I'm Harry Potter. My friend accidentally sent me here with a Transportation Charm that back-fired--"

"No duh." He stared at her... Summer sighed. "Yeah, fine, go on."

"And now I can't get back without fixing this mess, and wiping your Memory, unless you're a witch."

"Ah... now, that would be a teensy bit of a problem..."

"So you aren't a witch! I knew it!" Harry Potter lifted his wand again.

STOP calling him Harry Potter. "Look, do you mind if I just call you Harry, because saying Harry Potter is just really annoying." That was kind of odd... she should've been asking him to spare her memory instead.

Harry stop in confusion. "Yeah, I suppose... You're very strange."

"That I am," she replied, thankful that she could finally stop saying Harry Potter in her head.

"Well then do you mind telling me how you know about magic if you're a Muggle?" he asked.

"Er... that would also be a teensy bit of a problem," Summer said, wondering how to explain this properly. "Let's just say that... I have researched the subject, and even though I am not a witch, I know about the magic world, and you, since you are kinda famous, right?"

"But how did you find out?" Harry said, finally putting his wand all the way down.

"I... The... my friend told me," she settled on that answer, since it was true. One of her friends had told her to read the Harry Potter books. "She's a witch." She added that part so that it wouldn't seem so strange.

"Oh."

Silence again.

"Maybe you could fix my TV?" Summer suggested. "It is your fault that it's broken."

"Sure," Harry said, muttering a spell and flicking his wand. The shards of glass and plastic and technical stuff flew back together to form the TV, now turned off, with the Harry Potter movie lying close to Harry's feet.

Damn! Do something, Summer!!! She panicked. Hesitantly, she crossed the room until she was only three feet from him. She tried to kick the movie under the sofa, but that only brought her uncomfortably close to him.

"What are you doing?" he hissed, the anger returning.

Geez, these changing emotions are annoying. Angry... more angry... oh nevermind, they aren't changing. She reached for another excuse. Seems they're quite popular. "I... just wanted to see your cloak," she said nonchalantly, poking at the crest. "Hogwarts, huh? Good school." She backed away quickly. From that close up you can really see his eyes... man, are they ever green. Summer cleared her throat. It would be really cool to go to Hogwarts... hmm, maybe I can go back with Harry... but how??? She puzzled over this while Harry did another spell to fix the other general mess and the chips. A brilliant plan came to mind and Summer marveled at her genius. I am SO smart... "Hey, Harry, would you happen to know a Hermione Granger?"

A/N: Yes, another super-short chapter. Very sorry, but I'll try to put one up again soon. BTW, Summer, I hope you like this cuz you're the only one forcing me to write this. Anywho, thanks to anyone who actually reads this, even though you non-existant people hate leaving reviews. :P !!!!!!!!!!!!!REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~m~