A/N: Ok, guys nobody replied with an opinion on the whole Marco thing, so I decided to take the easy way out and not include him. I'm so sorry to all you Starco fans, but writing Marco in would be very difficult to find a logical explanation for, since Star will be living in England. This is technically a Harry chapter so I hope you guys enjoy. If too many of you hate the whole Marco absence thing I can do a rewrite, but you have to leave a reply for that. Well on to the story.


It was the first day of summer break and for any normal kid that would mean the beginning of a long awaited vacation from the monotony of school. Most kids waited all year for this, and once it was finally around, spent the whole time sleeping in, going on vacation with their parents, or hanging out with their friends. Hell, even the kids without friends could catch some free time and play games or read. Well, not Harry Potter.

Harry woke from his bedroom, a cupboard under the stairs to his two story house, at six o'clock am sharp. His uncle and aunt, who were his guardians (if you could call them that), demanded him to wake up at this time so he could make breakfast for uncle Vernon before he went to work. He was treated like this for pretty much his entire life. If Harry had to guess, they probably didn't even give him diapers and let him walk around in his own crap. Harry didn't even know his own name until he went to school and the teacher called his name on the role. Harry didn't answer, and when the teacher asked why, he replied saying, "My name is Boy Freak mam", as these were the only things his "family" addressed him as. The teacher had a look on her face that Harry didn't understand at the time, but he now understood to be a mix between confusion and disgust. Harry didn't understand why none of his teachers through all the years had never looked into his awkward behavior.

The teachers weren't great but they were nothing compared to Dudley Dursley, his sadistic cousin. Dudley made sport of making Harry's school and home life miserable. He bullied Harry on a regular basis at school, and threatened anybody who would try to befriend him with one of his gang's signature wedgy sessions. For girls they would just push them into a corner and threaten them. They were less harsh on girls as their families had told them that it was a horrible thing to hit a girl. All the kids at school were too afraid of Dudley's gang to challenge them, and due to peer pressure would often treat Harry poorly as well. Dudley had figured out a way to get every kid in school to hate Harry, and was very successful in implementing it.

As Harry walked into the kitchen, he got the usual comment from Uncle Vernon who said, "Boy! you're up late, I've been waiting a full minute for you!"

"Sorry Uncle Vernon, it won't happen again."

"It better not, or no food for a week.", he said in a casual tone, as this threat was not delivered scarcely. "And that food better be done in record time!"

Harry began to take out enough food to feed an army, seeing as Vernon's appetite called for such a meal. Harry began cooking with an expert's demeanor. He had to learn quick or risk even more malnutrition than he had already. Harry had been cooking for as long as he could properly stand on a stool and reach his arms over the stove. As he continued making breakfast Harry heard the chiming of the door bell ring throughout the house. It was probably a neighbor stopping by to compliment their garden, which Harry had to constantly cultivate, but received no recognition for. Perhaps it was someone stupid enough to ask to use the bathroom while they had been jogging through the small neighborhood. Harry still remembered the look on the poor boy who last requested such a thing. He ran as quickly as he could to escape Vernon's death stare.

"Boy, are you going to answer the door, or just sit there like an idiot?"

"Uncle Vernon, the food would burn if I left it."

"Hmph, useless boy.", he commented as he walked to answer the door. Harry expected to hear a calm voice attempt to make casual conversation, but instead a heard a very loud and obnoxious voice say, "Hello good peasant, I am king Butterfly of the respected kingdom of Mewny!" Harry nearly fell to the ground laughing at what was clearly a prank being pulled on his uncle of all people. He kept his demeanor as the conversation continued, however.

"How dare you bring such foolishness to my doorstep" Uncle Vernon retorted.

"Why good lad, I only hope to give you an offer that you can't refuse" the strange man said in a very serious tone.

"I have no tolerance for stupidity"

"Well you are clearly a respectable man, such a marvelous looking garden for a peasant."

Uncle Vernon replied, now slightly placated by the man's compliment, in a calmer tone, "What offer are you talking of, and this better not be a trick."

At this, the man clapped his hands, as Harry poured food onto the plates. He made sure to make his portion about 1/4 the size of Petunia's and 1/10 the size of Vernon's. Any more and the Dursleys would claim that he was robbing them blind and not feed him for a week. Harry then realized, after all the food was on the plates, that Vernon had not spoken since the man had clapped his hands. Harry decided to peak around the door and was shocked at the sight before him.

The most ridiculously dressed man that Harry had ever seen stood in the doorway. He was almost as large as Vernon but clearly held much more muscle mass. He was wearing at least eight different colors on ancient looking king's robes. The most shocking thing was the skinny man, who could only be the man's "servant" holding open a jewel encrusted chest much too large for him. The chest was filled to overflow point with gold coins, chalices, vases, and other various artifacts. Harry couldn't believe what he saw, could this man really be offering so much money unconditioned, to his uncle? At this thought Uncle Vernon regained his stature and shouted, "You expect me to believe this is real gold?"

"Indeed, now for the circumstances of our agreement", the man said pulling out a roll of parchment. "you will be taking in my wonderful daughter, Princess Star Butterfly. You are to grant her any request she asks, by providing her with a servant of course", Harry's mood darkened at the prospect of being a servant to yet another person. The king continued, "She will be asked how she is being treated of course on a weekly basis, and you are expected to introduce her to the world of magic."

At the mention of the word magic, Vernon seemed to explode internally. This man must be crazy, Harry thought. Just as Vernon was about to retort and likely send the man on his way, something spectacular happened. A rift opened behind the strange man, through which the craziest girl Harry had ever seen appeared. She was about Harry's age, with very long blonde hair, hearts tattooed on both cheeks, and a smile that could rival the Cheshire Cat.

"Ah, that will be Star now.", the man said.

Uncle Vernon stuttered and shouted, "What is this trick?"

"Oh, that was just an inter-dimensional portal." The girl named Star said.

At this the king continued, "Finally, you will be compensated for your care with approximately 5 billion Earth currency, if my servant was correct with his report."

Uncle Vernon, not able to handle what the king had just said, fainted. The king was taken back and told his servant to look him over than stepped into the house and saw Harry.

"Hello my boy, you must be the servant."

Harry quickly nodded his head, not sure how else to answer.

"Very well, do your best to fulfill the wishes of my daughter, I'll just leave this chest here for your master to collect when he wakes."

The king and his servant left the chest by the couch where they had placed Uncle Vernon. They walked out through the door, then took out a peculiar looking pair of scissors and cut another rift in space. They stepped through and the portal sealed, leaving the strange girl standing next to Harry bouncing up and down.

She then said, "You don't actually have to be my servant, he's just paranoid, I'm Star by the way.", she said sticking out her hand for Harry to shake. Harry gingerly took the offered hand, after which Star exclaimed, "I did it, woohoo!"


Needless to say, Uncle Vernon skipped work that day and later the office received his resignation, claiming that he had won the lottery. They moved to London within the week and bought a large manor, giving Star the master bedroom, and Harry the spare.

As Harry tried to process all that had happened within the last week, Star had tried to befriend him. She asked him all about Earth, as Harry answered her exceedingly thorough questions. Harry was confused at why this strange girl, who was supposedly from a whole other dimension, would want to befriend him when he was supposed to be her servant. Star told Harry about how magic existed on Earth, and Harry wondered what it would be like if only he had turned out to have magic. The girl showed him her Hogwarts letter saying that you had to be eleven to get the letter. Harry was only ten, so a tiny part of him hoped that maybe, just maybe he would get one of those letters too.


A/N: Ok, that's it for this chapter, next one will be about Harry getting his Hogwarts letter, and some more character development between Star and Harry.