Author's Note: Oh cool, thanks for all the reviews! And now to answering the questions, comments, and concerns.

Mystical Witch- I thought that to, but at the time I didn't have time to write it. But thanks, I included the Ms. Figg telling Dumbledore in this chapter.

Clayduckling- I guess this story is going to have a lot of American references, since I know very little about life in the UK.

Now! On with the story!

As soon as Harry was reported missing, Ms. Figg immediately called Dumbledore at Hogwarts informing him of the bad news. Ms. Figg was extremely flustered, not only was an 8-year-old little boy somewhere missing but it was also the famous boy-who-lived.

As soon as Dumbledore heard the news from Ms. Figg of Harry being missing, he also grew extremely upset. He immediately informed all of the old members of the Order of the Phoenix, that Harry was missing.

As soon as Snape was informed by Dumbledore that Harry was missing, he thought little of it. Thinking that the little-boy-who-lived was just getting into trouble for the attention. In fact while everyone else was upset about Harry, Snape was on his way to visit his family home in London.

That's why it was quite a shock for Snape when he first spotted an extremely small boy named Harry Potter enter the same Night Bus that he was traveling on.

Back to Harry's POV

As Harry made his way to a seat, he couldn't help but stare at the strange man who was staring right back at him. For some odd reason, that Harry couldn't explain, the man's eyes seemed to show so much and just pulled him in, they showed pain, anger, suffering, grief and the oddest of all, acceptance.

Soon though, remembering his manners Harry stopped staring. Remember that it wasn't polite for freaks like him to stare at people.

A bit later in the strange ride, Harry dozed off. Only awakening to a tap on his shoulder. It was Liza, telling him it was his stop.

"Alright kiddo, that'll be 1 galleon for the ride."

"One what?" Harry asked confused, he had never heard of such a thing in his life.

"A galleon kid, you know money." Said Liza, annoyance creeping in his voice.

Harry was really confused now, and was starting to panic. He didn't have money, and he surely didn't have a galleon. Harry stared hopelessly at Liza, contemplating on what he should do next.

"Well kid, you're holding up my other customer." Motioning to the strange man, " Do you have any money?" Liza asked, but this time with annoyance dripping from his voice.

Harry lost it. He pushed Liza out of his way and bolted for the exit. Running like a mad man until he was 3 blocks away from where the bus had stopped and was now in a dark deserted street. All of a sudden he heard a person yelling out his name.

"Potter! Potter! Where are you Potter! Show yourself now!" Screamed an angry man's deep voice.

Panicking with the fear that it might be Liza Harry started to run again, when a large strong hand grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to stay.

"Well if it isn't Harry Potter." Said the man cruelly.

That's when Harry recognized the man, it was the same pale man riding on the bus earlier. Harry didn't know what to do, he didn't know who this man was. His instincts were telling him to try and escape, but his heart was telling him to stay and find out more about this strange man.

"Well Potter, cat got your tongue? Or are you to stupid to talk?" The man said maliciously.

Harry gave the man an angry frown, not allowing the stranger to make him look stupid.

Harry replied angrily, "No I'm not stupid! I'm just not suppose to talk to strangers, and you're a stranger. Plus, why did you stop me?"

"Hmph what are you 5, not allowed to talk to strangers. Plus, you should know why I stopped you, you did just steal a bus ride. I do believe you now owe me 1 Galleon for your bus expense that I had to pay." Said the man cruelly.

"You didn't have to pay for me!" Harry retorted.

"Oh really, so you would have proffered to have the Ministry of Magic looking for you? I could've let you handle all the trouble." Replied the man, who now had a look of dislike etched on his face.

"What? What's all this crazy talk that's been going on! What's a galleon! What's the Ministry of Magic! Am I going crazy!" Harry screamed, he was confused, cold, hungry, and terrified of all the sudden events that had just happened in the past 24 hours.

"Incredible, and before I thought you were dense. Potters…. Never cease to amaze me." The man said with a sneer on his face. "But to answer your questions, Potter, the Ministry of Magic is the government in our world, and a Galleon is a type of money in our world."

Harry stared at the man with a confused expression on his face.

"What do you mean our world?" Asked Harry.

"You mean you don't know what you are? Dumbledore or your relatives never told you?" Replied the man in a curious tone.

"Who's Dumbledore? And what didn't my relatives tell me?" Asked Harry.

"You're a Wizard Harry."

"I'm a what?"

Dun Dun Dun! Another crappy cliffhanger, if it even is one for real. Haha, I seriously copied those last 2 lines from the movie. I just don't feel like writing how Harry discovers he's a Wizard, it bores me. But yea, I decided to leave it at this for today. This story is fun to write so I bet there will be frequent updates. But please review. The more reviews the faster the update.