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A/N- so here it finally is. I would have had it up yesterday, but I had a major essay due today, so...lets not lament about the past and on with the future! READ!

Harry Potter seemed to be in the middle of a battle. He and a slightly chubby boy Lizzy knew (but not his name) were on some steps off to one side. The boy looked as if he couldn't stand and Harry had pulled him aside. A transparent figure was dissolving next to them, and a very old man was right behind them.

Everyone else was around the room pointing long sticks at each other and lights were shooting out of them at the others.

Lizzy surveyed her picture. It looked as if something horrible was about to happen. She tacked it to her wall and sighed. The week had passed quickly; Caitlyn had gone to stay with her grandma in New Jersey. Today they were leaving.

She shook slightly in her place, and sighed deeply. She slowly took off her glasses and replaced them with contacts. She had just got them yesterday as an early birthday present, and today was her first day wearing them. They were they kind you could wear for a couple days, though she didn't plan on doing so.

She stuffed her notebook in her carry-on, threw it onto her back and ran downstairs. Her mother was shoveling scrambled eggs and pancakes onto her brothers' and sister's plates. "Morning, Dear," she said setting out another plate and piling it with food.

Her father was sitting at the table as well; he never ate breakfast with them. He got up earlier and went to work before any of the others got up. Unlike her mother who had long black hair, and blue eyes; her father had brownish-blondish hair with hazel eyes.

Lizzy sat next to her father, "Morning," she replied enthusiastically.

They ate their breakfast in silence, but Lizzy was way too excited to eat. She kept glancing up at the clock. "Okay," her father broke the silence. "I think we should go now." The 5 other people at the table looked up and ran to get their coats and bags. Mr. Johnson followed at a slower pace.

Despite the early hour, the four children couldn't help but bounce, wide-eyed, in their seats. They were going to London. They got to the airport and before long they were in the air.

Though they were still excited, the effects of being up at this early hour were beginning to settle in. Lizzy leaned up her head up against the window and looked out at the land rapidly giving way to water. Her eye lids grew heavier and heavier until they snapped shut.

A man came to her in her dream. He had black straggly hair that went down past his shoulders. He was looking at her with an almost sad look. He pointed at her. He smiled sadly and began to fade away. Lizzy tried to follow him but found she couldn't move, her legs were stuck. "No," she murmured, "Come back."

Eyes flicked open to stare into the blue eyes of the flight attendant. "Anything to drink?"

Quite surprised by the sudden awakening she could only murmur, ?" A drink was set before her and the stewardess moved on.

Lizzy checked to make sure no one was watching, Emma was leaning on her shoulder, asleep, and Matt, who was also in the aisle, was staring at one of the stewardesses. Lizzy pulled out her notebook, and drew the man. She looked at him, maybe that was Harry Potter when he grew up. No, she thought, that can't be right. The nose was all wrong and so were all the physical features (except for his hair maybe). Plus the scar was missing, as was his glasses. She closed her notebook, and turned her attention to the coke.

Lizzy turned around in her chair, "Hey Dad?"

Mr. Johnson looked up from his book. "Hmm?"

"Where are staying? Do we have a hotel or something?"

"No," he shook his head. "My brother had a lot of close friends in England. One of them agreed to take us in. She doesn't live in London, but she lives pretty close and we'll just drive in there or take the train."

"Where's she live?"

"Surrey"

Lizzy nodded not knowing what that meant, but deciding not to push the subject, turned around and faced the front once more.

She fell asleep a few more times during the 11 hour flight. Each time she had a dream and she drew it in her notebook. They were only of Harry Potter; the man did not come back.
When they landed it was 4:00. The airplane had served them lunch. They called a cab and they were on their way. As they zoomed past London, the four children found that they were now wide awake. They pointed at various things and chattered the whole way.

A while later, they pulled up to a street called Wisteria Walk. They got out at a small house, and were greeted by an older lady with wild grey hair in a hair net. She was wearing a house coat, and fuzzy pink slippers.

"Hello!" She said in a grandmotherly sort of way, "My name is Mrs. Figg." The four children tried not to burst into laughter at the sight of the women's appearance.

"I'm Lizzy," who was the first to recover, "This is Matt, John and Emma," she continued touching each child's head as she said their name.

"Hello!" Mrs. Figg said again in a way that sent the younger children into another fit of laughter that they could not hold back. "And this must be Eric," she said turning to Mr. Johnson. "I haven't seen you in a long time, but Steven talked about you often. And who might this be?" She asked turning to Mrs. Johnson.

"Arabella, this is my wife, Mary."

Mrs. Figg smiled, "Well, I thought he would never get married. Come in, come in," she said ushering them into her house.

Lizzy surveyed the house with an arched eyebrow. There were cats every where, and for some reason it smelled like cabbage.

"The children can stay in the two bedrooms next to the stairs and you two can take the one next to mine. Hurry and take your things upstairs. Girls in one bedroom boys in the other, I don't care which. I'll make you some sandwiches, you must be famished," and she rushed into the kitchen.

Lizzy rushed up the stairs with her suitcase. There was no way she was going to get cheated out of a better room for three month by her younger brothers. She found that the room to the right was slightly bigger and brighter. She threw her stuff on the bed next to one of the two windows. The other one was between her bed and Emma's. She stuffed some clothes and things into some draws in the dresser.

Another reason she chose that room was it was closer to the bathroom (by a few steps, but closer is closer). She retrieved her toiletry bag and put it on the counter in the bathroom.

Satisfied with that for now, she made her way back downstairs, her notebook dangling from one hand. Mrs. Figg was setting out a plate of cucumber sandwiches. "Hello."

Lizzy was the first one downstairs and she felt kind of awkward being alone in a room with the old lady. "Uh...can I go take a walk? Just stretch my legs, get some fresh air?"

The old woman looked at her, but nodded slowly. She ran out the door as quickly as she could, without seeming too rude. She was in such a hurry to get out; she didn't notice a small calico cat follow her.

She walked around a bit. It was a very odd community; all the houses seemed to be made with a cookie cutter, even down to their lawns and gardens.

Eventually she found a large park. It was completely empty except for a small boy on the swings; he looked about the same age as Lizzy, maybe a bit older. She walked closer, swings would be a good place to sit down for a while and think. The boy looked a bit small for his age, had messy black hair, glasses, and (Lizzy's heart stopped) a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

Cautiously, she made her way to the swing next to him and sat down. There was a long silence, neither of them acknowledged each other except Lizzy kept glancing over at him in disbelief, trying to make sure this was real.

She broke the silence, "Okay, I'm sorry but I have to ask. Are you Harry Potter?"

The boy whipped around and glared at her with burning green eyes. "Is that why you're here? To gawk at the famous Harry Potter? What? Do you want my autograph or do you just want to stare?"

Lizzy didn't know quite how to react. Unfortunately her mouth worked before her mind could, "You're famous?" was all she could manage to get out.

Harry's eyes widened slightly from their slits, and he eyed her suspiciously, "Are you muggle?"

Lizzy didn't know quite how to respond to that. "I'm not quite sure what a 'muggle' is, but I some how doubt it's a good thing. So I respectably ask that you retract that hurtful comment." Man she loved doing that, it always confused people so much.

Harry blinked, he had a strong urge to say "huh?!" but decided against it. Instead he said, "Um...never mind. How do you know my name?"

Lizzy turned a slight shade off pink. "Well...uh, you see...I've been having dreams about a boy named Harry Potter that looks very much like yourself. Here I have drawings in my notebook," she said opening it on her lap so he could see.

The Harry cautiously took the notebook, and flipped through. The first picture was of him getting out of the Hogwarts Express, then one of him cleaning Aunt Petunia's kitchen floor, one of him retrieving a letter from Hedwig, there was he, Hermione, and Ron in the Griffindor Common Room and...(Harry almost dropped the book)...there was Sirius.

"Him," he pointed to the picture, "did you know him?"

"No. He was in my dream. I have others at home, but not of him. Why? Who is he?"

Tears swelled in the emerald eyes. That's who he had been thinking about before, "He was my godfather. He died, a few months ago." He handed the book back.

"I'm sorry," silence filled the park again.

It was Harry who broke the silence this time, "Well, you know I'm Harry Potter, but who are you?"

"Have I been that rude that I didn't introduce myself? I'm Elizabeth Johnson. Call me Lizzy."

Harry nodded. "Meet me here tomorrow, if you can. About the same time. I have to ask a friend of mine some questions," and he left, leaving Lizzy in total bewilderment and left her to wonder on her way back to Mrs. Figg's house.

A/N -Yes, she finally met Harry ::cheers:: Caitlyn has gone away, but she might return depending on her behavior. Did you like? Please tell me. Yes, you can kill me now. ::hands reader a dagger previous thrown at her::