Hey Guys! I'm sorry for not updating sooner. We just moved houses. Also sorry about the errors in my writing last chapter. I had 30 minutes to write and publish it. Thank you to VoltronDragonGirl. She is currently working on a fanfiction. Now I doubt anyone is still reading this, but on with the story!

(Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Keeper Of The Lost Cities)

Chapter 2

"Get up!" Aunt Petunia shrieked while knocking rapidly on the cupboard door. "Up!" She knocked one more time for good measure before going into the kitchen.

Harry was already awake when Aunt Petunia came. He groaned slightly. Today was Dudley's birthday and he was not looking forward to spending time with Miss Fig. Miss Fig was not mean, but every time he had to go to her house, he ended up looking at pictures of all the cats she owned.

Just then Dudley came thundering down the stairs.

"Wake up cousin! We're going to the zoo!"

Harry got up and opened the cupboard door, but Dudley shoved him back in. His thoughts broadcasted straight into his head. They were loud and giddy. He was thinking how much fun he would have at the zoo and how miserable Harry will be.

He winced slightly as the thoughts cut through his head leaving sharp pains in their wake.

He got up and finally managed to get out of the cupboard. He wandered into the kitchen to start on breakfast. The Dursley's thoughts broadcasted straight into his head loud and clear. Mentally wincing, he got started on breakfast.

Reading minds was his little secret. Ever since he was 5 he lived in constant fear of discovery. He was at Miss Figs house and he remembered falling or something. The next thing he knew he was in the hospital with thousands of screaming and shouting mental voices and real voices floating around him. The thoughts cut into his skull feeling like something was tearing his brain apart. It was a pain trying to separate the mental voices from the real voices.

"Boy get my bacon!" Came his Uncle's voice. His thoughts turned sour and annoyed. He finished the breakfast and served it out eating his small portion.

Aunt Petunia then came in looking worried.

"Bad news Vernon, Miss Fig can't take him." She said.

"What do you mean? Don't you have some friend to take them." Uncle Vernon said angrily.

"She's on vacation." She said sounding offended as if the idea of dumping Harry on her friend personally offended her.

In the end they decided Harry could come to the zoo.

After a lot of wailing from Dudley and threats from Uncle Vernon, the family and Piers Polkiss were on their way to the zoo. Uncle Vernon complained all the way there. Today he was complaining about motorcycles. (Those idiots are morons! Driving a vehicle without a helmet! He could endanger my family!)

Harry kept quiet. He knew from experience not to talk unless spoken to.

After a while they arrived at the zoo. They paid for the tickets and headed through the entrance. Harry tagged behind the rest of them. It was lucky he did, the Dursley's didn't see him wince when they entered the zoo.

A few mental voices are at the least uncomfortable, but so many are like a angry porcupine attacking his brain. Screaming voices of little kids floated around his head like voices without a body.

They stopped to get ice cream. Piers and Dudley both got triple scoop chocolate ice cream. The girl working behind the register noticed Harry and asked what he would like.

"Umm he will get the lemon pop." Uncle Vernon said quickly.

The girl's thoughts turned and started to wonder why he was getting treated differently, but all the same got the lemon pop for him.

He found quickly that he would have much rather spent time at Miss Fig's house then he would trailing after Dudley and seeing whatever he wanted to. The screaming mental voices of little kids did not help things.

After a while they sat down at lunch and Harry excuses himself saying he needed to 'go to the bathroom'. He really walked out and found a quiet place to help separate the chatter of voices and his brain. Why he was there he noticed only one other person in the area. It was a boy. He was tall and probably at least 3 years older. He saw a lot of girls blush and start giggling like crazy when they saw him.

Rolling his eyes he looked back at the boy and was surprised to see he was looking at him. His eyes were the strangest shade of blue. A teal blue color like pieces of sea glass.

He noticed him looking at him and disappointment flickered across his face.

Harry was honestly confused. Something about him seemed... off. However, he could not quite place what it was.

"Hello." He said. Harry was surprised by the accent. It was British, but different somehow. Crisper maybe.

Realizing the boy was waiting for a response he said, " Hi." He waited for a response.

" My name is Fitz Vacker. What's yours?" The boy asked.

Harry was hesitant to answer. He knew about stranger danger, but... the boy had given him his name. And he was intrigued to learn more. He seemed... strange.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He said making up his mind.

The boy nodded and asked, "tell me something, do you believe in magic?"

Question was strange. Why did he care? Either way he still answered.

" Depends... what kind of magic?"

Harry waited for the boy to answer him, but he didn't. He just stood there looking thoughtful. Harry wondered what the boy was thinking. And then it hit him. He gasped catching the boy's attention.

" I can't hear your thoughts." He said then immediately wished he could suck the words back in. He had just revealed his secret to a total stranger.

" Y-y-you can read thoughts?!" The boy asked sounding shocked.

Harry did not respond, just looked around for a escape. Well that was obvious. He turned around and ran back into the crowd. The boy was startled by the sudden movement, but took off running after him shouting for him to stop.

Harry ignored him running even faster weaving through the crowd. Up ahead he saw the entrance to the zoo and took off full speed towards it, the boy in hot pursuit.

He finally made it to the entrance of the zoo, but he did not stop running and sped off into the road.

He only just remembered he did not look both ways. He heard the screeching of tires and looked left in time to see a terrified driver trying to stop the car before it hit him.

The next part happened fast. The driver swerved and crashed into a street lamp. The lamp came crashing towards him and Harry instinctively shot his hand up and he felt a pull from his gut.

After the dust had settled he looked up and was shocked to see the street lamp floating above him.

And this is getting really long so I will have to end it there. Next chapter is Harry going to the Lost Cities! Also I am asking you to let me know how you want the story to go. I do want him to have some sort of life in the Lost Cities though. Also please review!