A/N: I'm not really sure what's wrong with the 1st chapter, like with the quotation marks and the spelling, something is wrong with my other computer. I'll try and make this chapter a lot better, I know this story really sucks, but I try my best!

Laytah met Harry's bright green eyes as she pulled away.

"Ah! I am so sorry! God, why did I do that! I'll go, this wasn't a good idea. I'm so sorry Harry!" said Laytah Turing away to walk away.

Harry barely had time to realizes what had happened when he had grabbed her hand and kissed her back. Why was he doing this? He didn't even know her and he was kissing this girl, this beautiful girl that acknowledged his existence to the world of muggles, this girl that had kept a precious secret from him safe, this girl that he knew nothing about but knew everything about her.

"Laytah." he said softly in her ear.

She had a small tear trickling down her face when he opened his eyes to look at her.

"Harry. I.I.I've loved you since the first time I saw you and... I know about everything, everything about you, you from the Ordinary world and you from the Wizarding world. I know everything about how your parents really died and about Voldemort."

"How do you..?"

"No, I'm not a witch. It was the locket. I could see you through the locket, where you were, what you were, and I learned about your world. I probably seem like one of your fan girls stalking the famous Harry Potter."

"No you don't, I don't have fan girls, I really don't have anyone but Ron and Hermione."

"Because Sirius is gone.."

This hit the spot. Harry had been depressed all summer from Sirius' death until he received his letter from Laytah and now she brings up the one thing that he has been trying to deny all summer.

"I won't talk about it, but you should, don't hold it in, it's bad for you." She said in her calming voice. He seemed to want to talk about it now. He didn't want to talk to Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, but he did want to talk to Laytah because she had seen it all from his point of view, she would understand.

"Harry, would you like to come over?"

He game a silent nod and the walked over to her house. It was a small house of only one level. It was a simple looking place, mostly grays and whites made up the colors. There was a living room with a grey worn couch and a TV on a stand by the window. The kitchen was small an contained a small white table with 2 chairs. There was only 2 bedrooms and one bathroom. Harry stepped into her room which was totally different from the whole monotone house. It was painted a bright yellow orange and bordered with a red/maroon. She had a mattress with white sheets that served as a bed and she had candle stubs and flowers in the corners of the room. There was a stack of many books by the door and a drawing desk on the far wall by the window with pencil crayons and drawing pens scattered on it.

Laytah beckoned him to come and sit on the bed and he did. They leaned back and flopped onto their backs giggling a bit.

"Harry, tell me what you feel inside." She said in her soft voice.

"I'm not really sure what I feel. It's almost like this numbing feeling, like I can't feel anymore. There was something taken out of me and now there is a big hole, but then I met you, something started up again, I feel different, and I'm not sure if I should."

Laytah turned to he side to look at Harry. "What do you mean? I've filled the hole?"

"No, it's still there, but it's smaller, like you filled it up a bit. I'm not sure, you make me feel different, like I've known you for a long time."

They stared at each other for a moment and Laytah inched closer and they locked lips again. Harry could fell her warm breath on his face and her breast pushing up against him. He put his hands on her back. She pulled away slowly not wanting to part.

Harry wanted her so badly, and he didn't even know why! He felt this big huge warmth inside him when he looked at Laytah and he wanted to hold her in his arms and caress her. He turned her over onto her back and was about to kiss her back when suddenly they heard voices outside the room.

"LAYTAH! Where is the fucking girl! She is never here when we need her!" said the big bellowing voice.

"Oh shite! Harry, you have to leave, it's my guardians! Go out the window! Hurry!" She ran over to the window and pushed him out.

"I'll call you later! Now run!"

Right at that moment a big husky man in a white stained undershirt and baggy old jeans walked in with a fat woman in a pink short dress that was way to small for her.

"What the hell are you doing? We called you and we see you gazing out a window! You are no use! Now, go and make the lunch!" He came over and grabbed her shoulder in a bone crunching grip. She winced at the pain, but didn't say a word. The woman slapped her across the face with a pudgy hand as she was dragged to the kitchen.

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Somewhere not to far away, in a great big old house in the middle of no where, there is a meeting going on between Voldemort and the high Death Eaters.

"My Lord, the girl has found Potter, should we take steps?" asked one of the Death Eaters. They were all sitting at a large long table with Voldemort at the head.

"My Lord, you cannot seriously think that this muggle girl can jeopardize our plans, she has no power!" said another.

"Silence Lucious! You have no concept of what magic this girl possesses! It is unlike our own, but as powerful, this situation cannot be taken lightly. Send a scout on watch, report anything suspicious. We cannot delay our plans any longer!" said Voldemort.

Everyone cleared out of the room except Lucious and Voldemort.

"My Lord, I donnot understand? How can she have magic but not live in our world?" said Lucious.

"I would not expect you to understand. She possesses a very ancient type of magic that only few know of, it is magic ruled by nature. They are never of wizard blood, these mages, but they are the only defense against wizards Muggles have. Only one is born every century and luckily during my previous reign there was none, but now there is her. I fear that she may get too close to Potter, and that would be a very, very bad thing."

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Harry got home to find the Dursley's weren't there. He hopped Laytah was alright. He wondered weather he should tell Ron and Hermione about all that had happened.

So much had happened all at once and Harry was still trying to straiten it our in his head. He felt that he felt different about Laytah then any other girl. It wasn't how he felt with Cho, it was warmer and different, he wanted to be with Laytah, to know if she was ok. He knew he was in love, and not the way he was with Cho. He felt that he had known Laytah for her whole life and that he could confide in anything with her and she would understand. School is starting in 1 more week, maybe he'll tell Ron and Hermione then.

Harry felt a bit of heat on his chest, then remembered the locket. He pulled it out of his chest pocket. It was glowing a bit red. He opened to see Laytah a bit frustrated making lunch, at least she was ok.

Harry Wondered why she hadn't tolled him she knew about everything in the first place. There was something that didn't make sense.

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"So you're going back to school on Sunday?" said Laytah on the other end of the phone.

"Ya, so I really want to see you again before I go."

"We could go to the movies?"

"Sure, I don't know which one though a lot came out."

"Oh! I really want to see that new Horror movie, Hell Marry. It's supposed to be really good and gruesome, I love horror!"

"Sure, I don't have any objections. So Friday then?"

"Ya, we can take my bike. It seats two."

"Bike?"

"My motorcycle. It's a Harley Davidson, got it cheap too."

"Um..Ok."

"I'll be over at your house round 5 then. Ta!"

"Ok.. Bye." and Harry hung up the phone. He had never been on a motorcycle before, and he was a bit scared, but he trusted Laytah.

A/N: I would just like to take a moment here to tell you I really didn't want this story to turn out like this, but it did, and I suck, and I'm not a good writer! You don't Have to continue, tell me it's bad, cuz it's terrible. I just wanted a sweet little fic with Harry Falling in love, but instead it's this crewed up shite! On with the story if you wish.

Harry heard the rumble of the Harley down the street and went to the door, but Vernon got there first.

"Where are you going again? What is with you boy, you have no friends here!"

"I'm going out! I thought you might like not having me around for a while, maybe I won't come back!" Harry spat at Vernon.

There was a knock at the door, it was Laytah. Vernon opened the door.

"It's you!" he shouted.

"It's me!" she said back sarcastically. "Come on Harry."

"Oh no, no, no. You are going no where with this boy! You both are a disgrace! Your mother was a whore and your father was a coward! You are both the same!" he spat at her.

"My mother. You know nothing of me! Come on Harry, we're going to be late!" she grabbed his hand and yanked him out the door. Before Vernon could say anymore Harry slammed the door on his face.

Laytah was silent. She handed Harry a helmet and they both got on. Harry decided not to say anything until they had gotten to the movies.

The warm summer air felt good against his face and arms and he held around Laytah's slender body.

They dismounted the bike and went into the theater to get their seats. The movie didn't start for another 10 minutes and there was only two other people in the theater so Harry asked.

"What did Vernon say? It's ok if you don't want to answer."

"no, I'll tell you. My dad killed himself when I was 12, just after you left. I didn't know why, we were all happy, but we eventually found out he had been cheating on my mom for a year. After that, my mom became an alcoholic and she got addicted to drugs. She's in re-hab. I live with foster parents that I hate. Their slobs and drunks." She said quite bluntly.

"Oh."

"It's ok; I don't expect any sympathy from you. I love my mom and dad, but they didn't love me."

Harry turned her face towards his so that he could look at her. Although she showed no signs of sadness he could see it in her eyes.

"That's not right, of course I should care." Laytah leant her head on his shoulder.

"I don't want sympathy though. I want reassurance that someone actually loves me, that I'm not just a waste of oxygen."

"I love you." said Harry. He hadn't said it yet, but he knew he did, he loved her a lot. He kissed her forehead gently.

"I truly love you Laytah Mirone, you aren't a waste of oxygen." Laytah looked up at him and he kissed her gently. "I just love you."