J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter affiliated things, and I don't own Haley Williams, because that's slavery and slavery is wrong. All I own is the plot idea and course...

Harry sat at the small café nervously, wondering if Haley was going to show up. They had been sending letters back and forth a lot since the day they met, and Harry considered Haley a close friend, and his only friend, or at least at Privet Drive. The reason Harry was sitting in the café, was he wanted to ask Haley if she wanted to go to the Quidditch World Cup with him, as he had received the letter asking if he wanted to go with the Weasleys and Hermione a few days ago. He was trying to figure out how to ask her, when a pair of soft hands appeared in front of his eyes, and a pretty voice said, "Guess who?"

"Um… A Death Eater?"

"Yep! Prepare to die, Mr. Potter." The lady's voice said, clearly holding back a laugh

"Darn. I was going to ask someone an important question!" He said, smiling.

"Tell me this question, and I might let you live!" She said, trying to do a commanding voice, but failing miserably.

"Ugh, okay. I wanted to know if Haley Williams wanted to go to the Quidditch World Cup with me and my friends' and their family…" Harry said, chuckling lightly. The hands disappeared quickly, and were replaced by an excited red-headed girl. "

"Are you serious?"

"No. I'm not Sirius Black. I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you!" Harry said playfully.

Haley smacked his arm none too gently, "Ass. But are you really serious?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah. I asked them and they said it was all right. They're always ready to meet other wizards, or witches." He said, shrugging, and looking at his fingernails.

"Of course I want to go!" Haley said.

Haley was one of the biggest Quidditch fans Harry had ever met, with her favourite team being the American Dragons.

"Who's playing? I was moving when the Quarter-Finals were going down."

"I think its Bulgaria vs. Ireland. Ireland killed the Dragons in the Semi-Finals."

Haley's face fell slightly, "Oh well… I figured they wouldn't make it this year. Thomas Richards is one of the worst seekers the Dragons had ever had."

Harry laughed, "Well, then they'd lose the Cup anyway, Victor Krum is Bulgaria's seeker, and he's gonna mop the floor with Ireland."

Haley laughed and nodded, "Probably… It's sad, but so true."

A waitress walked up to the table Harry and Haley were sitting at, and smiled at the couple, and asked if they wanted anything to drink, and Harry shrugged and looked at Haley, "You want anything?"

"Yeah… I'll have a large Coke." Haley said, looking at the waitress.

"Then I guess I'll have an Iced Tea." Harry said, looking at her, "As long as you're paying."

"I thought the gentlemen always paid!" Haley said playfully, grinning at Harry.

"They usually do! But I wasn't the one who wanted anything at first." Harry shot back, laughing at Haley.

"Fine. I'll pay. You're paying next time."

Harry laughed and just nodded, and waited for their drinks to come. They discussed various things while they waited, such as the upcoming match, what the Weasleys were like, if Harry had a lot of friends, and those kinds of things. Their drinks came rather quickly, and Harry was cut off from telling Haley about his second year battle with the Basilisk, much to Haley's disappointment. Harry had told her all about Hogwarts, and more specifically, his battles and misfortunes while attending the school. He was rather conflicted about how he felt about the school.

"If that crap happened to me, I think I'd withdraw." Haley said, after Harry finished telling his first year battle.

"I can't though. You have to have parents that are willing to sign the papers, or become emancipated."

Haley shook her head, "No, the student themself can sign them out of the school, if they want to. It was created so that the kids who lived in muggle foster homes could get out, without alerting the non-magical workers of the foster home."

Harry nodded, "Makes sense, I suppose."

Haley smiled, "Of course it does, that's why it was created."

Harry sipped his drink, "Is it alright if you go to the Cup? With your mum, I mean."

"Yeah… I don't think my mum cares. I could get run over by a truck, and then shot, and she wouldn't care." Haley said, shrugging.
"Well, I would, so don't try and do any of that." Harry said, winking at her.

Haley blushed and smiled, taking a drink of her Coke, "Thank you." She muttered, looking down.

Harry laughed and stood up, grabbing his drink, "Okay then, I suppose we should go, and get you packed?"

"Sure." Haley took her own drink, and together they walked out of the café, after leaving a few dollars on the table for the drinks.

They walked back to Haley's house, slowly sipping their drinks, but otherwise staying quiet. They reached Haley's house with no problems, and they both walked inside, but the moment they did, a loud crack echoed throughout the house, and Haley was on the ground.

A woman about 35 to 40 stood there, dressed in not much more than rags, and her hair thin and wiry, with her hand slightly red, and raised for another smack. "WHERE WERE YOU?" She shouted angrily, looking at the crumpled figure of Haley on the ground, "I-I was with-with Harry!" She said, tears leaking out of her eyes.

Harry stood there stunned, and not knowing what to do. "YOU WORTHLESS BITCH! YOU WILL TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE GOING!" She screamed, aiming a kick at Haley, who was still on the ground. But, this was when Harry took action. He ran straight into the kick, stopping it from hitting Haley, but still getting tripped up, and falling to the ground. "What do you think you're doing?!" Haley cried out, looking at Harry, who had fallen next to her. "I think it's called, 'saving you from a world of pain.'"

Harry groaned, clutching his stomach gently. Haley's mother turned toward Harry; "You little piece of-" She stopped and ended up nailing Harry in the stomach with her foot, dressed in a sharp high-heel. Harry cried out in pain, but uttered, "I've had worse beatings from my cousin." He spat, slowly standing up. She aimed to slap him, but didn't get far, as a sudden blast of wind blew throughout the house, with Harry at the epicenter, blowing Haley's mother into the wall, and a table chair into her, knocking her unconscious.

Haley, curiously, wasn't affected at all by this sudden and unintentional blast of magic from Harry, and when she recovered, she found Harry asleep on the floor. "Harry?!" She rushed to his side, and smacked him lightly, trying to wake him up. He spluttered awake, and looked around, cautiously taking in the damage of the surroundings. "Well… that was unexpected." He uttered, letting his head fall onto the carpet.

"W-what the hell was that?" Haley asked, nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time.

"I… Really don't know." Harry said, sitting up slightly, and looking around, "But it sure as hell worked!"

"You destroyed my house." Haley said, biting her lip lightly.

"That's a side effect…" Harry said, slowly lifting up his shirt to reveal a nasty bruise, "Never wear heels…" He muttered, looking down at it.

Haley didn't say anything, but waved a hand over his stomach, saying "Avadicus Reparo," and watching the bruise slowly disappear, much to Harry's surprise.

"Haley! That was illegal!"

Haley shrugged, and said, "Not in America. We are taught that magic is good, and should be taught and used as early as possible. The rule applies for me in Britain." She said, smiling at him.

He sighed and shook his head, "What about your house?"

She stood up, and waved her hand, saying, "Reparo Maximus," and everything flew back to its normal place, but there still was one thing that was out of place.

"What about McBitch?" Harry asked, nodding toward Haley's mother.

"She's still my mom. Be nice." Haley said, nudging him gently, "I guess we just leave her."

Harry nodded, "Well, we should probably pack up now. I think the Weasleys are coming, and I really don't want to be here when she wakes up…" Haley nodded solemnly, and walked up to her room, grabbing a backpack, and when Harry saw, said, "That was quick…"

Haley smiled and said, "I always have it packed. I need to get out of the house sometimes…"

"Oh. Well, the faster the better I guess. Let's go."

The two of them walked back to the Dursleys but when Haley reached for the door, Harry pushed her hand away, and pointed to the window."We go in up there. My uncle won't 'approve' of a girl coming into the house. Or at least with me." Harry said, sighing. He helped Haley climb into the window, and followed suit, easily clambering in through the space.

"And now, we wait." Harry said, grinning.

Woo! That was fun. I love writing, and I love the responses I get from you guys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it, and please review, follow, and favorite! I'll see you next week, so bye! -EpicTy