A/N: I hope this is good. I had some trouble with the formating, but it should be fine now. I forgot to say that all of the characters belong to J.k Rowling. so far i don't have anybody of my own invention in the story. Yet.

Chapter Two
Harry woke up to the car stopping at a campground. There were tall trees that surrounded the area. A low stone wall went through the edge of the campground, and a small creek went through the center.
"Get the things out of the car, boy." "Yes, Sir." Even though Harry's back was still one big ache, he was still expected to work.
"Vernon, couldn't he have a small rest. I'm sure that his back hurts a bit."
"Petunia if you want him not to work, you can do his chores."
"Okay Vernon."
Petunia helped Harry unpack their things and set up the tent. "Harry would you go to town and buy some groceries form the grocers?"
"Yes Aunt." Petunia gave Harry ten pounds and a list.
-eggs
-milk
-bread
-butter
-matches
"Is that all that you would be needing me to get Aunt?"
"Yes that's all. Now hurry before it gets dark."
"Okay." Harry hurried towards the small village. The name sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. It reminded him of the wizarding world so it might be where one of his friends lived. Harry had reached the first cottage in the small town—more a village really. 'I wonder where the grocers is.' Some instinct told him to walk down the middle lane and turn left, then right.
To his surprise he had ended up in front of an building with big glass windows and a large fruit stand in the front. There was a sign that said: Grodric's Hollow Grocer's. Harry smiled because eggs were on sale and he would be able to get himself some fruit. He walked in.
"Well if it isn't Harry Potter. Finally returned to Grodric's Hollow. It's been awhile young master, but welcome."
"Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but how do you know my name?"
"You look exactly like your father. Lily's eyes though."
Harry's hopes rose at this. Someone who might have known his parents! "So, you knew my parents then?"
"Knew them! James worked for me and my wife was there at your birth. So how long are you here for?"
"I don't know. I'm with my aunt and uncle on a camping trip."
"Camping! Just the best summer activity for a teenage boy."
"I've never been before. It's all sort of new for me."
"Well you've got nothing to worry about. Just keep your wand with you at all times. You never know just who might sneak up on you. Name's Kevin Broadmoor."
Harry jaw dropped. "You—You're."
"Heard of me then," the old man said smiling.
"Yes."
"I quit playing quidditch. My wife, girlfriend at the time, didn't like the risk. Didn't matter that she played chaser for another team. I think that chaser is just a teeny bit more dangerous the beater. Don't you agree?"
"I agree."
"I hear that you play seeker."
"Youngest house player in over a century."
"I still practice every once in a while. Maybe you could owl a few of your friends, and get them to come over. We could have a quidditch match on the pitch that I've got out back."
"That sounds like fun."
"Kevin!" Kevin winced. "Are you inviting more muggle children over to teach them how to play quidditch!"
"No dear. Just Harry Potter and a few of his friends."
"That's okay—did you say Harry Potter?" Catriona came down the dimly lit stairs the were behind the cash register.
"Yes, dear."
"Bless my soul, he's returned. It's nice to see you again Mr. Potter. It's been a great many years."
"Yes I suppose it has been."
"How long are you here for?"
"He doesn't know, Catriona. He is just on a camping trip with his family."
"The muggles?"
"Yes." Harry said remembering why he was here. "I must get the groceries before they get mad."
"Dear, they shouldn't get too angry with you."
"You don't know the Dursleys then. My uncle will get mad at the slightest thing."
"Catriona, let him get the groceries before he gets in trouble."
"Okay Kevin."
Harry hurriedly got the things on the list and a couple apples. He paid for the things and left the shop. He met his aunt on the way back to the campsite.
"Oh Harry. It's good-bye. He says that since you aren't back we are leaving and you are staying behind," his aunt said with a hint of sadness in her face.
"I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for? I'm the one who should be sorry."
"Actually 'sir' is the one who should be sorry."
"You are right about that. Don't bother trying to come back to Privet Drive, your uncle got a transfer to the states. It's only for a couple years or so, but we are going to sell the house and move to London when we get back."
"Oh. I might end up in London. My godfather used to live there."
"How is your godfather?"
"He died fighting against Voldemort."
Petunia gave Harry a hug. "Sweetie, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I've learned to live with it, I guess." Harry wasn't about to tell his aunt that he still dreamed of Sirius going through the veil, and that he still hoped that he might come back. The voices that he and Luna heard; couldn't only alive people and ghosts talk? Nick said that he wouldn't be a ghost. If he was going to come back as a ghost, wouldn't he have already done so?
"I'm still sorry that he's gone."
"Thanks." Harry smiled wickedly. His smiled resembled that of a certain potions master. "You do realize that Dumbledore is going to be very angry when he find out what my uncle is planning?"
"I do."
"Have you ever seen Dumbledore when he's very angry?"
"No I haven't had that privilege yet."
"I feel very sorry for someone who is on the wrong side of his rage."
"Why?"
"It's just that he is very scary. I've seen him angry twice."
"When?"
"Once in my fourth year when he was faced with a deatheater impersonating a teacher, and just a month or so ago when he fought Voldemort."
"Oh. I've got to go as I don't want your uncle to get angry. I'll tell him that I couldn't find you. If you are in need of help, go to the grocers. He is a wizard and she is a witch. They knew your parents. If I have time I will send you a letter through them."
"Thanks." Harry gave his aunt one last hug. And watched her form retreating into the growing darkness.
"Harry! Your thing are at the campsite!"
"Thanks!" Harry slowly walked to back to the campsite. He opened his trunk to put the food in it when he saw that his aunt had left him a tent and a pan. "That was kind of her." Finally realizing that he was left alone in the night, he sat down and began to cry.
Mostly is was because of his aunts kindness. He tried to remember if he had ever seen her be that kind before. "Only to Dudley," he muttered. Harry set up the small tent and crawled inside. If only this were a wizard tent, then there'd be plenty of room inside. At lest there's room for my trunk and room he thought, dragging them inside the tent in case it rained during the night.
A sudden pop distracted Harry from his thoughts. He saw who had apparated into his tent and smiled. "Hello."
"Harry! Hi. What are you doing here, mate?"
"I could ask the same of you."
"Good point."
"I'm camping. You're lucky the Dursleys decided to ditch me, or you'd have a very angry uncle Vernon here right about now."
"Why don't we just do what we came here to do and then would it be okay for us to stay with you for the night."
"We could enchant this tent."
"Of course you can stay. Please Enchant the tent. It's just a it crowded with the three of us and my school stuff."
"All right then." The newcomers said as one voice as they left to do whatever it was that they came to do.