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--- This is my first fanfic story ever hope u like it... if u don't, tell me what I can do better!!! Thanks BlUe MiTtEnS
CHAPTER 1
(The section before was a prologue!!)
Harry stretched as he got out of bed, gingerly put on his glasses, and glanced at his clock. It was only 6:00 AM, but already the new neighbors were busy moving in. He stood up quietly hoping that none of the Dursleys' were awake. As long as he was up he might as well work on some homework. He still had to write three rolls of parchment for history of magic about Burris Glendor, a famous Auror. He listened for the snores, and was finally convinced it was safe to continue. He had managed to sneak his homework up in his room, after the Dursleys' had again locked it in the cupboard under the stairs. As long as he was careful, the Dursleys' would never know.
Harry unscrewed the ink, dipped his quill in it, and was just about to begin writing when the doorbell echoed through the silent house. The snores seized and Harry heard the distant grumble of Uncle Vernon. So much for that, Harry thought as he quickly gathered up his parchment, ink, and quill and put it under his floorboard quickly as Uncle Vernon's steps got closer. He looked out the window, to see who on earth would be here this early in the morning. Standing outside the door was a tall, skinny girl with long brown hair. He couldn't see much else because the rain earlier that night had left the window smeared. However, before Uncle Vernon opened the door Harry could have sworn that she had looked up at the window and had seen him and as she did, he had a weird, eerie feeling of dejavu (sorry misspelled can't find in spell check ï