Authors note: I apologise for the slow start to the story. Next chapter should be much longer. Again please review :)

Standard disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am gaining no profit from this story.

Chapter Two: A Mysterious Stranger

With his eyes tightly closed, Freak landed on the hard floor after what felt like an eternity. Slowly, he opened his eyes and realised with a start that his glasses fell off as he hit the shiny white marble floor. Frantically, he felt around for his glasses, finally finding them about a foot from where he landed. As he put them back on, he slowly looked at his surroundings.

Freak found himself in an absolutely huge room. At one end of the large room was a gigantic set of double doors made from wood. At the other was a gigantic staircase that led up to a second floor. Looking above him, on the ceiling, was a large panting of that strange red bird he saw on the letter, which was still gripped tightly in his hand.

"Hello?" he whispered quietly, afraid that Mr. Dursley would find out he had left his cubbord.

With a small pop, the same creature who had given him his letter, appeared directly in front of him. With a large bow, the creature, Tipsy, if he remembered right, looked up at him with those huge eyes.

"Harry Potter sir be makings its!" Tipsy hopped from foot to foot. "Mr. Harry Potter be needing to follows Tipsy now!"

With that, Tipsy turned around and started walking up the grand staircase, Freak following behind.

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Tipsy? Why do you keep calling me Harry Potter? My name is Freak."

Tipsy suddenly stopped at the top of the stares and turned around facing him. "You is being Harry Potter, not freak!"

Tipsy turned left at the top of the stares and led him into a huge room with tons of what looked like books and scroles on countless rows of shelves. In the very center of the room an open fire place with a small crackling fire surrounded by plush arm chairs. Sitting in one of those chairs sat an ancient man with a short goatee and dark brown hair. His piercing blue eyes looked him up and down before settling on his green eyes.

"Mr. Potter, have a seat."

"Sir, why does everyone call me Harry? I'm noting but a freak..."

"You are not a freak, your name is Harry Potter, and you are a very special eight year old. Tell me, what do you know of your parents?"

Looking at the floor timidly, "I don't know anything about my parents. For as long as I can remember, I have lived and worked for the Dursley family. Mr. Dursley is most likely wondering where I am...will you be taking me back?" he asked nervously.

"You will never have to go there again Harry, that I promise you."

"May I ask you a question sir?"

"None of that Sir nonsense, you may call me Leo."

"Sir...um...Leo, what do you want from me? I can cook and clean, as long as I don't have to go back."

"I'll tell you what Harry, you go on up to bed and we will talk more in the morning, ok?"

"OK Mr. Leo"

"Tipsy!" Leo called

With a small pop, the weird creature appeared out of no where.

"Yes sir Master Leo?"

"Please show Mr. Potter where he will be sleeping, please"

"Tipsy be doing that at once Master Leo!"

Looking at him, "Please follows me Mr. Harry Potter sir!"

Walking out of the giant library they came to another set of stairs. Going up to the 3rd floor there was a long hallway going both directions. Taking a left, he followed Tipsy to the first door. Tipsy opened the door and he followed closely behind.

Walking into the room his mouth fell open. In the center of the room was a huge four poster bed with a night stand and a chest of drawers.

"This is where you is to be sleeping." Pointing at a door further in the room, "there is the bathroom. Will that be all Mr. Harry Potter sir?"

"I guess," he replied.

With a small pop, Tipsy disappeared.

Walking over to the bed, he took off his shirt and pants and crawled into bed. He had never been in a bed before and soon enough he had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.