AN: About Harry's powers, the way I see it he doesn't know what magic should be able to do so he can do anything, even things that he shouldn't be able to do. This will carry over even once he's older and knows the things that he does shouldn't be possible. Please suggest powers you would like to see Harry develop.

Chapter 6

Ginny saw a little boy walking towards her. He was dressed funny. The boy stopped a few feet from her table and looked at her.

"Hi, my name is Ginny. Wanna sit with me?"

The boy looked surprised when she spoke. His first words explained why, "You can see me?"

"Of course!" She scooted over and patted the seat next to her, "Sit with me, mommy is getting fish and chips. I love fish, do you like fish? You can have some of mine, I never finish it all. Here, sit by me. What is you name?"

Freak was overwhelmed by the girl's rapid speech. No one had spoken to him in days, and even then it was never nice. The girl seemed to notice his hesitation and slid out of the booth, grabbed his hand and pulled. He went with her and allowed himself to be pushed into the booth. The small girl climbed in after him, effective pinning him in.

"What's your name? I'm Ginny Weasley and I just turned 4."

"I, I'm… I'm Freak."

"Freak?" Ginny gaped at him, "freak is a mean name, I'm not aloud to call my brothers that. I can't call you that. Don't you have another name?"

Freak hung his head and looked down at the table, then mumbled "Uncle Vernon called me boy."

"Well your uncle is a bad man. Is he here? Mommy will yell at him for calling you mean names. Then you can stay with us. Mommy doesn't let us call each other mean name. Do you not have a real name?" Again Freak was overwhelmed by the small girl, but shook his head No in answer.

"Then I'll just have to name you" She said matter-of-factly. "How about Harry? After my hero Harry Potter! He's the bravest wizard alive! I'm going to marry him some day. I'll tell you all about him. Mommy and Daddy tell me stories about him every night."

As Ginny was rattling on, a slightly frumpy, heavy-set, red headed lady walked up to the table carrying two baskets of fish and fries. "Ginny-dear, who are you talking to?" Molly asked. She had noticed her daughter just talking away to no one at the table.

"My new friend, Harry" Ginny responded pointing to the boy next to her. "His uncle is mean to him, so I told him he could stay with us now."

Molly looked to the empty seat next to her daughter and decided to humor her. Imaginary friends were quite common at her age and her little girl had always idolized Harry Potter. "Of course Harry can stay, dear. Does he need his own food or can he share with you?"

Ginny looked to her new friend in question. Freak didn't know what to do. No one had seen him in days and now this little girl could and her mother was offering to feed him. His wide eyed stare made Ginny laugh. "I told him he could have some of mine." Ginny made sure Harry ate a piece of her fish and some of her fries.

Throughout lunch Molly asked Ginny questions about her new imaginary friend. Ginny would look to Harry for answers to her mother questions, but was becoming confused that her mother seemed not to be able to hear answers, always asking her to repeat them. Freak, or Harry as he supposed he should start thinking of himself, on the other hand was relieved. The girl could seem him but the lady couldn't. As nice as it was to have the girl talk to him, adults still scared him.

When they were done eating, Molly began towing her daughter through the pub to the entrance to Diagon Alley.

"Wait Mom," Ginny insisted, "Come on Harry."

Molly watched as her little girl held her hand out to no one. She slowed down to accommodate her daughter and her invisible friend. She led the way to alley and opened the wall. She led them through the Alley towards Gringotts.

Harry was astounded! He looked at Ginny and whispered, "What is this place?"

"Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley. This is where witches and wizards come to shop in London. I'm a witch. Can you do magic, Harry?" Ginny whispered back.

Harry smiled and reached into his bag. He pulled out his marble and showed it to her. Smiling, he made a second marble then put the original back in his bag. "What's your favorite color?" He asked her.

"Green," she replied.

Harry concentrated on making the marble a light green and the air bubbles inside a dark pulsing green. Satisfied, he handed her the marble, "The last one I made disappeared after a while, but I concentrated this on making this one stay longer."

"It's so beautiful!" Ginny gushed taking the marble. "I'm going to get mommy to put it on a chain for me, so I can wear it as a necklace."

"I can do it, what kind of chain?" Harry replied

Ginny described the chain, and Harry made it. He handed it to her and she slipped it over her head.

"Thank you, Harry." Ginny fingered her chain. "Why can't mommy see you?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't like to be seen, I get hit when I'm seen…" he glanced over at her "you're the first one to see me since I left them."

Ginny pulled her hand from her mothers and grabbed Harry's with both of hers, "I see you, Harry. I won't let anyone hurt, ever."

Harry looked at her hard trying to decide if she was being honest. No one had ever offered to help him before. He decided then and there that he would do anything in his power to see this girl, his first friend, happy.