A/N-Okay, here it is. I hope you like.

Harry ran home. He didn't even notice the Dursley's yelling at him as he took the stairs two at a time. He went straight to his room and shut the door. Pulling out an inkbottle and a roll of parchment he began writing a letter to Dumbledore.

Dear: Dumbledore

I don't know how relevant this is, but you told me to tell you about anything strange that might happen.

Today I met a girl who's been having dreams about me and some of my friends. She has pictures of us that she drew in a notebook. She knows about Hogwarts and everything. She's a muggle. Her name is Elisabeth Johnson, if that means anything to you.

Again, I don't know if this means anything, but I'm telling you just in case.

Harry

He left out the part about her having a picture of Sirius. He thought that might make Dumbledore say he was over reacting. He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and she took off. Now all he could do was sit and wait.

Lizzy quickly walked back to Mrs. Figg's house. She still felt odd that she had just literally met the boy of her dreams. If only Caitlyn was here. She'd know exactly what to do.

She walked in the door to find that her family was nibbling politely on cucumber sandwiches; all except Emma who had scrunched up her nose and was pocking it like it was a bomb.

"Hey," she said sitting on the couch next to her sister.

"Where've you been?!" her overly protective mother questioned.

"Mrs. Figg said I could take a walk." The woman in question nodded to show she supported this story.

"Did you meet anyone?" At times like this she hated having brothers.

"Matthew!" Thank God for mothers. "So, did you meet anyone?" Never mind.

"Mary! It's been only a few minutes, she wouldn't have had time," She thought he father had saved her with that, but by the way they all were looking at her, she knew otherwise.

"Well...actually..."

"Unbelievable! You've been in the country for few minutes and you already picked some guy up."

"No, it's not like that. I just met him."

"Met who?" asked Mrs. Figg, who was coming in with yet another plate of cucumber sandwiches.

"Uh..." It was bad enough her family was interrogating her, now an almost complete stranger was as well. "...Just a boy I met on my walk."

"What's his name?"

Lizzy didn't want to say that incase that was all just a dream, but it looked as if she had no choice. "Harry."

Mrs. Figg eyed her carefully, "Harry what?"

"Potter." That was it. The whole secret was out...except for the part about her having dreams about him since before she could remember, but that was best left to another long conversation.

Mrs. Figg nodded, as if she expected that.

"I should go finish unpacking," she said and ran up the stairs, glad of the excuse to get away from the conversation.

The bad thing about her plan was now Lizzy had to unpack. She tossed a few shirts in a drawer and gave up. She threw herself onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. It had a textured splatter over it that helped keep her mind away from other things. But soon it focused on the exact thing she was trying not to. She just met someone, who until now, she thought was made up.

She sat up slowly and walked downstairs with out making a noise. She walked across the living room and into the kitchen where Emma was helping Mrs. Figg wash dishes.

"Uh...Mrs. Figg? Where's your phone?"

"Don't have one," she answered without looking up from the plate she was washing.

Lizzy frowned slightly, that left only one other option. Moments later she was standing in the doorway of the room her parents where staying in. "Oh Mother! You know how much I love you right?"

"What do you want?" she asked not stopping for a second from her unpacking.

"Could you, please, let your favorite firstborn use your cell phone? I'll pay for it myself. I have a calling card."

Mrs. Johnson eyed her suspiciously, "Why?"

"I want to practice my riflery. Come on Mom, I want to call someone."

"Your boyfriend?"

Lizzy rolled her eyes, "No. I want to call Caitlyn. I haven't talked to her in a couple days and it's killing me."

Mrs. Johnson handed Lizzy the phone and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "melodramatic."

"Oh, and don't bother with your calling card. I get free minutes on weekends."

Lizzy walked back to her room smiling. "Out," she told her younger sister how was unpacking a bag.

"But—"

"Out," she repeated, and directed her out of the door and locked it. She dialed the number.

After a few rings Caitlyn came on, "Hello?"

"Hey. How've you been?"

"Great, you know I've spent the last week in an old house, reminding an old lady to take her pills, and being called 'Katherine'. So I'm fine." She laughed, "How's London?"

Lizzy made sure no one was listening. "You'll never guess who I just met."

"The Queen of England?"

Lizzy rolled her eyes, a motion that meant nothing on the phone. "No. But something just as unbelievable. I just met, like two seconds ago, Harry Potter." She heard glass shatter, she was sure Caitlyn just dropped what ever she was holding.

"You're kidding! The boy from your dreams? How's that possible?"

"I don't know! Isn't that amazing? He's real! Real! Isn't that great I'm not crazy! All you physiological crap means nothing!"

"This sucks. Now you can't write a book and get rich." They both laughed and spent the next hour discussing how on earth this might have happened. "Hey. I should go now. It's like midnight here. So call my later ok? Bye."

They both hung up the phone, and Lizzy made her way downstairs considerably happier.

Harry sat on his bed. Had he done the right thing telling Dumbledore? Was he really over reacting? Hedwig swooped though the window and landed next to the boy. She stuck out her leg so he could take the letter.

 Dear Harry:

Thank you for informing me. I did a little research and I found an Elisabeth Johnson in your immediate area. There's something I think you should know about her...

Harry's eyes widened.

A/N- Cliffie! I love those! Please review and I'll try to update again soon.