Before he woke up he knew where he was, even in his state not really awake not really asleep Harry could feel the lumpy mattress that informed him that he was at the Dursleys, the thing was that he did not feel the usual dread feeling he felt when he was there. Harry open his eyes and he was in 'his' room. It took him a moment to remember what had happen the day before. He had meet a strange girl at the park, she had seamed very friendly and..? Harry massage his temple, had he cried in front of this strange girl? No not only in front of her, he had cried it to this unknown girls shoulder, the feeling of dread was back.
He did not like to cry in front of his friends, well Harry did not really like crying very much, at the Dursleys it always just got him in to more trouble if he cried so he soon learned not to let anybody see it and even whit his best friends he did what he could to hide it. The result of this was that he had snapped at his friends a few to many times.

He would see Ron and Hermione again when Dumbledore let him leave his aunt and uncle which could not come soon enough. So while he waited for a chance to leave maybe a friendly person could make it less miserable. Then he remembered that he had agreed to meet the girl again later that day, not sure why she would want to, sad people usually wasn't very fun to be around. He did feel better not sure if it was because he had a cry or the fact that he had something to look forward too.

Harry put on some clothes and grimace, he only had Dudleys old clothes that fit him as well as Malfoy in Hufflepuff a mental image that made Harry snigger. It was rather strange, in the wizarding world Harry had quite allot of money inherent from his mother and father while here in the muggle world he had to wear oversize hand me down clothes, sometimes he thought that he should just exchange some Galleons to sterling and buy some muggle things like clothes that fit but as he did spend as little time as possible whit muggles it felt like it didn't really matter.

Harry could hear his uncle complain downstairs so he mentally prepared himself to have some breakfast whit his 'family'.
After an mostly uneventful breakfast he was told to work in the garden, apparently weeds and grown freely while he had been gone and it was his job to remove them.
Harry's gardening took the rest of the morning vent way past lunchtime before he was done, crawling around on all four in the gazing sun had been no fun task sweat glistening on his face and running down his back. It was at times like this he missed Sprout's lessons that was much more interesting then working at his aunts garden even if herbology wasn't his favorite class.

A short shower later Harry put on some new still badly fitting clothing, it was soon time for him to go out and meet the strange girl again, he felt a bit excited having an reason to leave the house but also felt a twinge of nervousness, he had broken down in front of her, Harry took a couple of deep breaths and told himself that it wouldn't happen again, this time he would just be plain Harry excluding the wizard part.

It was a quarter to three when Harry arrived at the the park and he could see Hanna already there sitting on one of the swings, when he got closer to her she looked up and saw him, Harry thought she an strange expression on her face but it was gone just as fast as it had appeared and was changed to a bright smile as she stood up from the swing and walked up to meet him.

"Hello Harry!" She said brightly, her accent was a bit funny, she pronounced the 'A' in Harry's name was different.

"Hi Hanna" Harry said and was soon embraced by the girl, if she kept this up he would soon have had more hugs from her then all his other friends combined, where all Swedish girls like this?

"How are you doing today?" Harry thought he could see a bit of worry in her face as he asked.

"I am alright, I was not at my best yesterday, sorry about that."

"Don't say that!" She almost snapped taking him by surprise.

"Alright, it is not the greatest time right now, but I am feeling better today" He paused for a moment "He wouldn't want me to stop living. I wonder, if we maybe could pretend that last night didn't happen"

"Oh? You are not getting of that easy, you still owe me that hug" Hanna's voice was stern but her act was completely ruin by her face that did not match her voice.

"Well, you just got one?"

"No, if I need a real one you owe me one." She blinked at him "If there is anything you can talk to me, I know we don't really know each other but, I am good at talking.. I think."

"I appreciate it, thank you" Harry said while thinking But I have no intention of crying in front of you again. "How are you doing then?"

"Great! It is a nice day and I get to spend it whit you." Harry was not sure what to answer to that. "Maybe a little to nice I think I'll melt, want to go for some ice cream?"

"Eh, I am good, but if you want some I can keep you company." Not having money even for ice cream Harry had to decline, his mind vent back to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour in Diagon Alley, he would have to get some ice cream there next time he was in Diagon Alley.

"Are you sure?" Hanna gave him an quizzical look.

"Yeah, I don't really want any ice cream myself, but as I don't mind if you want to get one."

"Then it is my treat!" She said beaming at him

"No you don't need to, I don't want any." Harry protested, after crying on her shoulder the first time they meet, he would not have her buy things for him.

"I will buy ice cream for us both and there is nothing you can do about it!"

"Hanna, I " Harry started before he was interrupted by Hanna

"I do want ice cream, but I will not enjoy it if you just stand by me while I eat it, I could go alone and it the ice cream but that would be no fun either as I was looking forward to spending the day whit you. The third option would be to just skip the ice cream all together but that is no good as I do want ice cream. So what do you say Harry?"

Harry just looked at the girl, she was full on arguing why he should be treated to an ice cream even tho he said no, what was whit this girl?

"Looks like you don't have any better options, so I will get you an ice cream! So just tell me what's your favorite or I will buy you green pistachio ice cream and force feed you" And her smiling face suddenly turned to an glare and Harry almost took a step back, but then the smile returned and she took his hand and dragged him along, even if Harry could have resisted he just let himself go along and soon she let go of his hand as they walked on the warm sunlit day.
Harry still was not sure what he was to make of this girl, she was friendly and smiled allot but he barley knew her and she still treated him like.. what?
Sure he and Ron had become friends almost instantly during the Hogwarts express but this girl was very fast whit treating him like they had been friends for years.
Then a scary thought came to him, did she act like this because she felt sorry for him? She had found him he was at the brink of tears and had seen him crying and he didn't really dress that well whit Dudley's old clothes, the feeling that he maybe just was a charity case made him feel cold.

"Hey Harry?" Harry blinked and realized that he had followed her on autopilot not really talking or looking at her. "You are not mad are you?"

"What mad? No should I be?"

"No, I am treating you to ice cream so you better not be." She said in a overly serious tone and playfully nudged his arm. "So what is it to do around here during summer? More then eating ice cream."

This question somewhat took Harry of guard even if it was a completely normal question for somebody who had recently moved in, he guessed there were lots of things to do around in summer but between being locked in a cupboard under the stairs or his room or being bullied by Dudley he hadn't had any fun summers while staying whit his aunt and uncle. "I don't know really, I mostly wait until I can go to my friends and stay whit them until school start"

"Oh" Harry could feel that he had said a little to much, why couldn't he just think of something and tell a small lie? "You haven't talked about your friends, what are they like?"

"Well my best friends are Ron and Hermione, Ron come from a huge family of redheads, he is great at chess and are always up for some mischief" Harry said smiling slightly.

"Harry, are you telling me that you are an mischievous little troublemaker?" Hanna gave him an obviously fake stern look.

"Hey I am not that little, I am taller then you!" This resulted in an soft punch to his arm. "Hey, no fighting you crazy!"

"I am not crazy, I am perfectly nice and normal" She put a finger to her cheek trying to look innocent before they both burst in to laughter. It felt good to laugh for what felt like months. "So you and Ron are troublemakers then?"

"Well, he have to twins as older brothers and they are legendary in the craft, we could not let them have all the fun, could we? He is also excellent at chess, you really need to distract him to have even a small chance against him."

"So you cheat too? My my Harry, maybe I was wrong about you."

"That's no fair, it is the only way to beat him!"

"Excuses, excuses."

"Then we have Hermione" Harry began. "She don't really like breaking rules but she have been adventuring whit us, good thing too as she is very smart and good at avoiding trouble. She is helpful and caring always there when you need a hand even if she grumble a bit when Ron and I ask for help whit the essays." Harry smiled to himself, he missed his friends and was more and more looking forward to seeing them, the dread feeling about having to talk about that happened got a bit easier in his stomach, now that Umbridge was gone from Hogwarts it would be a good year!

"Finally!" Hanna exclaimed and Harry just looked at her confused. "You are smiling Harry, you look happy!"

"Oh, what? I was just thinking of my friends."

"Yes you did and now you don't look so miserable anymore, what would people think if I walked whit you looking all sad, they would think I am torturing you!" Harry was used to looks, in the wizarding world as the famous "boy who lived" and in the muggle world as the person walking around in criminally unfitting clothes and if people talk to his aunt and uncle just criminal. "So Harry, do you know what kind of ice cream you want?"

"Chocolate" Harry said, he had given up, he would led her treat him to a tasty ice cream.

A/H
Well that took longer then expected, for some reason it is easy to think of everything in my head while working but when I try to write it down nothing happens.
Hope you like the chapter I will try get my next update on this and my other story as soon as I can.

If you find any mistakes in the text feel free to tall me, English is not my first language and writing has always been hard for me :)