It's still not mine…..

A/N: thanks guys, I got 2 reviews overnight, and even a private message right as I am typing this from Panther 73110which is much better than I expected. I wasn't expecting anybody to even touch it for a week at least! At the moment I can update often because I am on holidays. However, when school comes back in a month or so, I might only be able to update about once a week, probably on weekends. Also, I am Australian, so I apologise for any slang that may be used, but I can't help it!

IMPORTANT!!!!!!: I've also decided that in this story, Hermione will be a half-blood that already knows about the wizarding world!!!!!!!

Chapter 2: A Freaky Finding

"Vernon and Petunia Dursley, you are hereby under arrest for serious neglect and labour of a child. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say may be used in the court of law against you," the police officer told Vernon and Petunia as he handcuffed them and put them into the back of the police car.

Harry and Dudley got into a separate police car that followed the other to the police station. When they pulled into a car park around the back, they went through a door and Vernon and petunia went into separate interview rooms to be questioned. Harry and Dudley had to wait in a waiting room.

"Mr Dursley, do you admit to neglecting your nephew, who was left in your care when your wife's sister and her husband were killed by an act of terrorism, one harry James potter?"

Vernon was silent.

"Is there anything we can get you?" asked another officer.

Vernon replied with a two word sentence, "A lawyer."

"Would you like to get one for your wife as well?"

Vernon nodded.

Twenty-five minutes later, when Vernon's lawyer arrived, the interview resumed.

"Now," continued the officer, "As I asked before; 'Mr Dursley, do you admit to neglecting your nephew, who was left in your care when your wife's sister and her husband were killed by an act of terrorism, one harry James potter?'"

Vernon looked at his lawyer, who nodded.

"Define neglecting."

"Meaning that you paid little attention and failed to care for him."

"He had it coming for him."

"Mr Dursley, you made him sleep under the stairs, do all the housework, stay home when you went out, never treated near equally to your biological son and even purposely hurt him. Do you admit this?"

"Yes," Vernon replied in an awkward voice.

"Ok then, that it. Interview terminated 0456."

"Mrs. Dursley," the same officer that interviewed Vernon said, "Do you believe that you ever treated your nephew fairly?"

"Not really," petunia replied.

"Did you force him to sleep under the stairs, do the housework, gardening, treat him unequally to your son and physically hurt him?"

"I never hurt him, but everything else, yes."

"Do you think this is acceptable?"

"No."

The police didn't even bother interviewing harry, because both petunia and Vernon had admitted neglecting harry. Harry was thankful because he knew that whatever he said, it would never be able to sum up everything that they had done to him.

"Your Uncle and Aunt's trial will be in two weeks. Until then, your cousin and yourself will be in an orphanage, and if they are found guilty, you will stay there until you are adopted," a police officer told harry as he sighed.

"Ok."

Even though they are in trouble with the law, harry thought, I still can't get rid of Dudley!

Harry and Dudley stepped out of taxi and made their way to the front doors of "Hilda's Orphanage for Those Who Were Spared. Harry took it to mean you were spared from death whilst your parents weren't. Thoughtful.

When they were inside, harry and Dudley approached the receptionist sitting at a desk sitting parallel to the main doors.

"Um… hi?" harry said to the receptionist as Dudley stood there looking around dumbfounded.

"Oh," said the young blonde. "Hi there you little cutie. You must be harry and Dudley?"

"Yes, I'm Harry," he said shaking her hand. "And that is my cousin, Dudley."

"So how did you guys end up here?"

"Well my parents died when I was one, so I was brought up by Dudley's parents who neglected me and are now in jail soon to be in court."

"Oh, well, I guess they had it coming. Come on, I'll show you your rooms."

"So, do you want separate rooms or the same room?" said the receptionist whose name they had discovered was Sara.

"Separate would be best, we don't exactly get along," harry replied.

"Ok then, Dudley, you're here and harry you are next door. Just let me know if you need anything. Hilda will be back tomorrow to sort everything out for you."

"Ok, thanks," said harry.

Harry discovered that he shared his room with a girl called Aisha. She was short, with large brown eyes and long bushy brown hair that went down to her waist.

"Hi, I'm Harry," he told her.

"Aisha," she replied. "So I guess we're roommates."

"Yea, it looks like it."

Harry and Aisha soon became good friends and they spent the rest f the afternoon talking about everything there was to talk about. Harry learnt the Aisha's parents had been killed in a car crash 3 months earlier, and she had been here ever since.

"So, any advice on how to survive around here?" harry asked.

"Oh its not to bad, because all of the kids are younger than 10, so you just have to be careful with what you say, and you'll be accepted."

"Sounds easy enough," harry said.

"Oh yea, there's also an initiation test that the boys tend to do."

Harry gulped. He could tell it wasn't going to be easy.

After waking up, having a shower and breakfast, harry went downstairs to play outside. He saw Dudley getting teased about his weight by the boys in a corner, but left them to it thinking that he deserved it for tormenting him his whole life.

He was halfway across the monkey bars when a kid came and stood in front of him. Harry dropped off the monkey bars and stood in front of him.

"So you must be the new kid," he said. "I'm Bruce, but before you have the right to talk to me, me and the boys have a little test for you. Your cousin over there failed, so he can't ever talk to us and if I were you, I wouldn't be seen doing it."

"Ok, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, our group is already very full and we have decided that you really have to earn your place now, so we are going to give you the same test as Dudley. I'm going to stand 2 metres in front of you, and you have to push me over."

By this time, the other kids had gathered, knowing what was happening. "Ok, then," said harry. He didn't think it would be what you would call hard to push somebody over.

"Oh, didn't I tell you," Bruce said, noticing the look on Harry's face, "You have to do it without moving."

A smile appeared on Bruce's face. How was he supposed to push somebody over without moving, harry thought to himself. Well, I may as well try.

"Fine, I'll give it a go," he replied.

The other kids snickered, knowing it was impossible.

Two minutes later, Bruce and harry were standing on a concrete path that lead onto grass, Bruce two metres in front of harry.

"Off you go then," challenged Bruce.

Once again the kids that had now formed a circle around Bruce and harry snickered. Ok, harry thought, fall backwards, fall backwards, fall backwards, fall backwards, fall backwards, fall backwards, fall backwards. Harry opened his eyes to see that nothing had happened and to see everyone laughing. Harry kept his eyes open and raised his right arm straight in front of himself and pointing at Bruce. They all laughed. He dropped his fingers so only his middle and index fingers were raised straight in front of him, at a 45 degree angle. Fall, he thought, and all of a sudden, a bright purple light flew out of Harry's raised fingers and shot into Bruce's chest, shooting him backwards onto the grass.

"Wow," harry whispered to himself, staring at his fingers.

"You freak!" Bruce screamed at harry as he scrambled back to his feet, clutching his chest in pain.

"Don't anybody tell anyone or it'll happen again," harry warned, scared that somebody would tell on him.

Everyone nodded in scared response and fled the scene at a run. Harry couldn't believe what had just happened. He was staring at his fingers again. Amazingly, his arm didn't hurt. It was just like magic.

It was then that harry remembered his dream he had had during the surgery. It had been about a school that taught magic. Harry had never really believed in magic, but now he found himself wondering whether the dream could have been about something real. He had decided that it probably was. He wouldn't really be surprised if there really was a wizarding world that nobody knew about. Was he was destined to go there?

Harry shook the thought from his head, stood up and made his way inside. As he was walking to the doors, all eyes were on him. Nobody was even pretending to not be looking. It was if they could only look at him. Harry felt self conscious. He got inside and sat on an empty couch in front of a television and turned it on. How ironic, a show was on about a boy called Barry Trotter who discovered he was a wizard and was taken away by a big giant.

Harry turned the television off and out his head in his hands. This isn't happening, he told himself. This can't be happening, it's not possible, this is all a dream. But he knew it wasn't. He had just done magic and he didn't know how

He couldn't take all of the people staring at him, so he decided to go up to his room, however Aisha was already there. When he saw her he turned around to leave the room.

"Wait," she said.

Harry turned around and asked her why.

"Because I know what you did."

"You- you know?"

"Yes. It was quite obvious, wasn't it? It was quite clearly magic."

"Ma- ma- magic?"

"Yes. Unless you have a different explanation," she said confidently.

"No, I don't. So you believe in magic?"

"Yes. I did it once when I was younger. I stared at a glass and it shattered into a million pieces. I've tried to do it again a million times, but it never works. But yes, I still believe in magic."

"This might sound weird, but have you ever had surgery before?"

"Yes, when I was 6 I shattered my ankle."

"What did you dream about?"

"In the dream an old man told me not to tell anybody, so I'm not going to start now."

"The exact same thing happened to me a while ago…"

"Do you think the dream was about a real place?" Aisha asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think it is. Everything just seemed so real in it, I could feel things in the air and everything."

"Yea same here."

Harry and Aisha went on talking into the morning, through the afternoon and late into the night. They had discovered that their dreams were probably exactly same. However, neither of them had ever heard of someone called Dumbledore.

It wasn't until late into the night, just before he fell asleep, that he realised that that day had been August 30th, meaning he was 10 the next day.

A/N: Hi! I'm not sure if this chapter was very interesting but I had to write it to explain a few things. I bet you can guess you Aisha is, so I want you to tell me who. By the way, Aisha's name is pronounced a, as in the letter a, sha a-sha. I think it's Indian. Just remember that I'm still open to ideas for this story, as I don't really have any myself! Remember, if I don't have any ideas, then I can't write!

I'm hoping to write the next chapter tomorrow but I might not. I can assure you that it will be good – well at least what I classify as good. All or most of the main characters will be introduced in it.

"Read to review and review to read!"

Joe