Disclaimer: I dont own em (well..mayb Karley and her family.. but thats it)... but as soon as magic is real.. i will own them.. and J.K will know nothing about her genius, cause i will wipe it all from her memory!... especially Draco.. he will be my slave.... yeah.. i had coffee this morning.. sue me!... okai.. yeah dont.. i have like.. no money..

Chapter 3.

Karley Solina sat in her bedroom at Number 3 Campton Lane, staring out the window, watching a lean boy with unruly black hair do yard work. She sighed angrily; mad about her mothers job transfer. She was barely in England 3 hours and she was already missing America. She had been very happy there, and now she was 6 thousand miles away with an ocean between her and all her friends. The American Ministry had received a call from the Ministry of Magic in England requesting help with a few shortages in staff. Her mother had always talked about how she used to live in London and hoped one day she would go back and see her old friends if they were still there. So, when she got the call from the American Ministry asking if she wanted to go, she accepted, with no thought to how it would make her daughter feel.

Karley got up and walked downstairs. She passed by her mother, who was directing the moving men to where the furniture would go, and muttered to her that she was talking a walk. She walked out the back door and went to the side of the house and looked around to see if anyone was watched. When she saw that no one was, she closed her eyes in concentration. When she opened them, she looked different to say the least. She was no longer a 5 foot 6" long legged human girl. She was now a 3 foot golden retriever with a long swishy tail and soft blue eyes. She smiled inwardly and trotted along the sidewalk. She took a couple seconds to let her body to focus on the dogs keen senses. Then she started running. She always loved running as a dog. She could run a mile and barely feel tired.

She went around half the block and slowed when she spotted a familiar figure. The boy she had seen trimming the hedges in his backyard, was now doing so in the front yard. Sudden curiosity took her over and she trotted over to him in a very dog-like manner wagging her tail. She stood behind him for a moment and when he took no notice of her, she barked at him. She was surprised to see that he hadn't been scared at all, and wondered if he had known she was there. The dark-haired boy turned on his heals and squatted down to her level and pet her head softly. She sat down and her head felt hazy with comfort as he began to scratch behind her ears. She watched as the boy smiled and chuckled a bit as she rolled over to let him scratch her stomach, but he didn't.

"Sorry girl, I have to finish my work." He said in a hoarse rich solemn voice that puzzled Karley. Suddenly the front door of the house they were positioned in burst open and a unsightly portly man waddled out and looked at the boy who had spun around; a startled expression on his face.

"Get back to work now, boy!" the man yelled at him.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." The boy retorted monotonously. The large beefy man turned on Karley and threw the newspaper her had been holding at her. She moved quickly to doge it and darted away from the house.

"Stay away you stupid mutt." He yelled after her, and then walked back into his house.

She stepped behind the bushes of the house next to the one she had just been in front of and watched as the boy went back to work. 'That was interesting.' she thought to herself. She turned her head every-which way to see if anyone was staring and turned back into her human form. She crouched on the ground and looked back to see the boy working diligently on his chores with his back to her. She stood up and brushed her clothes off. He walked up him quietly, building up her courage.

"Hi." she said cheerfully. The boy didn't turn towards her or stop working but replied her with a quiet 'hello'. She looked at him curiously for a minute then looked inside to see the large man sitting at his kitchen table reading a new section of the paper.

"Does he always yell at you like that?" she asked without thinking. The boy stopped working and turned to face her.

"You saw that?" She nodded her head and the boy looked down at the ground.

"Yeah he does." Karley took her eyes off the whale of a man that hadn't seen her yet and sat down underneath the window so he couldn't. She saw the expression of the boy change from shame to worry.

"Then why don't you quit?" He looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Quit?"

"Yeah." she said cocking her head to the side, "Work for someone else. I know I couldn't take crap like that."

"I can't." he said in a pained tone.

"Why not?"

"You shouldn't talk to me," he said changing the subject lowering his head back down to his task.

"And why not?" she asked watching him as he went back to working.

"I just moved in and you seem to be the only person my age here worth talking to."

"How is that? You just moved in less than 2 hours ago."

She smiled inwardly and rolled her eyes. "Cause I know everything." she said sticking her nose in the air in mock arrogance.
She grinned when she saw the boy trying to hide the smile that was tugging at his chapped lips.

He quickly forced it down and turned to her and stopped working. "What's your name?"

"Karley Solina" she answered politely.

"Karley, you should go home now," the boy said quietly. He turned back to his work. Karley started angrily at the boy for a few seconds and then stood.

"Fine, I'm leaving." He turned on her heal and huffed away. The nerve of that boy telling her what to do. She got ten feet away when she stopped abruptly and turned back around. "What's your name?" she asked.
He looked up at her, his hands never leaving the bushes and said in a pained hoarse voice, "Harry Potter" before he started a coughing fit. She watched him cough his body-racking cough with a wrinkled brow. A wave of concern overcame her irritation and she took a few steps toward the visibly ill teenager, but he put his hand up stopping her.

"Just go please." he managed to say before coughing again. Karley started walking backwards away from him looking intently at him. She looked closely at the hand in front of his mouth. It was covered with dirt and had small cuts on it, but she noticed that there was fresh blood coating it. It didn't take any of her eight years of schooling to tell her that the blood was coming from his lungs. She heard the lock click from the front door of Number 4 and she ran behind the bushes to her left. She crouched down and peered though the thicket to see the fat beefy man was back outside. He was talking in a hushed venomous voice to the raven-haired boy so Karley strained her ears to listen.

"..Boy!.. Get your lazy arse back to work. Stop trying for attention, or you'll get it. Do you hear me, boy?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon." he responded his hacking cough subsiding. "You had better." He grunted looking around to see if the neighbors were watching. Pleased that no one was, that he saw, he turned and strode inside, but didn't re-locking the door. She looked back to the dark-haired boy diligently working on his task he had been interrupted on so many times already. Karley sat back dazed. 'Why would his uncle treat him like that when he's obviously and painfully very sick'
She started at the boy a few minutes debating to go to him or just go back home. When she had tried before the teenager just pushed her away. She sighed and looked about her surroundings. Seeing that no one was watching her, she transformed into her animal form and ran for home.

She got there in record time and ran in the house and up to her room without being noticed by the movers or her mother. She pushed her door open with her nose and trotted in, closing it behind her. She jumped up onto her bed and popped back to the girl she was born as. She reached under the bed and pulled out a long rectangular box. She opened it revealing a small sleek black muggle telescope. She set it up and peered into it. She moved it to look at Number 4. Looking into the house she saw the whale of a man sitting at the table, munching happily on a turkey sandwich. A boy about her age was sitting next to him, also equally as large, eating roast beef. A woman was walking about the kitchen cleaning things here and there and doting upon the boy at the table, whom Karley assumed, was her son. She reminded her of a horse. She scrunched up her nose in disgust at the three individuals she was staring at. These were horrible people. 'Did these folks not care about their nephew?' she wondered.

She saw in the upper corner of the lens that the front door had opened. She watched at the raven-haired boy walked inside slowly, and saw him pause at the entryway leading to the kitchen. She observed as he winched trying to keep his breath steady, his hand holding his chest. He gathered himself and stepped inside and began talking to his uncle. After a few minutes of them conversing, she saw the man go back to his paper and the boy turned slowly and walk out of her lens view. Karley looked up from the scope and at the house concerned. Even though she had just met this boy, she felt drawn to him. He felt special. And she knew she had her the name, "Harry Potter" before, she just could place it at the moment. Karley's frown deepened when she saw the target of her scrutiny enter her line of sight in an upstairs bedroom and sit heavily on the small bed.

"Karley!" She hard a voice call from below.

The girl in question rolled her eyes and leaned away from her rooted spot watching this intriguing boy and turned around. She opened her door and yelled back, "What?"

"Could you come down here please" It wasn't a question. She sighed and walked down the steps and into the living room. It didn't shock her at all that everything was perfectly in place and decorated; like they had been living there for months. Her mother always used magic to decorate, when it was perfectly fine to do it by hand. Karley on the other hand, preferred to do things the muggle way. It made everything just seem more personal. She sat down on a plush lavender sofa and waited for her mother to address her.

"Your Father and I are going to the ministry to get our jobs in order. Do take care of your brother while we're gone please. And do try and unpack a few things. I know you're not happy about it, but-- "Karley interrupted with a loud snort, like it was the understatement of the year, and her mother continued, "but you'll have to deal with it and don't get into trouble. Understand?"

"Yes mother." She answered hastily. Her mother gave her a long searching look and sighed. She would never understand her daughter. She got up and headed to the front door. She put on a black coat and walked outside. Karley watched her father walk out of the open door after her and close it softly behind him. 'Free at last' she said to herself. Karley got up and walked into the kitchen and grabbed an already made sandwich her mother probably made for her earlier and started back up to her bedroom. She was almost there when she heard a small, panicked whimpers coming from the room across the hall from her own. She opened the door slowly and peered in. Her brother was standing in his playpen staring at the door with big watery eyes, ready to burst out crying any second. His tiny hands gripped the sides of the baby crate in an effort to keep the tears back. Karley entered the room and walked over to him.

"Hey Ben." She said kneeling in front of him. "Aren't you supposed to be taking a nap?"

The little boy in question nodded his head slowly, and then shook it rapidly. He sniffed loudly and lifted his arms out to her. She stood up and lifted him out of his pen, and took out his blanket and a little teddy bear. Baby brother in arms, she walked out and into her own room. She sat the toddler down on the bed and placed the bear in his lap. She put the blanket over his head and sat next to him. He giggled and tore the blanket off his head, his smile wide. She tickled his sides and he doubled over in laughter. His giggles put a smile on Karley's face. Karley stopped her tickle assault to let her brother catch his breath.

She looked over at the window and peered at Number 4. Looking into the little room the boy, Harry, had been in earlier, she barely saw his sinewy figure sitting up on the bed, his knees bent up to his chest, a snowy white bird perched upon his knee. Frowning, she drew her attention back to her brother.

"What do you want for dinner later?" she asked him.

"Cheeo's!" he shouted happily. "You can't have Cheerio's for dinner. Mom said. You know that."

"Chicken!" He cried throwing his arms above his head, smiling stupidly.

Karley laughed, "Again? Is that all you eat is Cheerio's and chicken? How bout something else like… roast beef or fish?"

"Ewwy," the toddler said scrunching up his nose. "Okay, fine… we'll eat chicken." Karley sighed. "YAY!" Ben joyously proclaimed.

The rest of the week passed by boringly. Karley's parents were home off and on. Her mother had gotten a new job at the ministry, and her father had become an auror. Karley spent most of the time unpacking and going shopping at the local muggle malls. She had gone to Diagon Ally with her mother a few times to get some suppies and new robes and such for school.

There was two weeks left till the end of July and Karley was nervous. She had not seen for heard anything from the boy across the way at Number 4 for the past two days and hopped that he hadn't gone to the hospital for being too sick. She was worried out of her mind, and was angry that the boy's relatives looked happy instead of saddened for their nephew's disappearance. She felt like a stalker for wanting to go over to the small house and talk some sense into people she had never met, but thought better of it. She decided it wasn't her business.

A/N: My mom and I went on a totally unlpanned vacation for two weeks and my laptop crashed....it sucked so much ass its not even funny... i had to write most of this chapter over.. it had been better.. now its this...
Thank you for the reviews i got.. it motivated me... =P