A/N: Thank you Old Crow, for reviewing! Well, here is the next chapter!

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Chapter 4:

Sunlight trickled into Harry's room making him turn away from it in his bed. He had yet another horrible dream of Sirius and had finally fallen into a deep sleep around 6:00 AM. Stretching and popping his back, Harry stumbled from his bed hearing a welcoming cry from Hedwig, who need water. Harry wandered to the bathroom to fill up Hedwig's water dish, stumbling on one of Dudley's motorized race cars in the process. After filling the dish with water Harry exited the bathroom and ran into the wall that was his cousin causing some of the water to spill onto Dudley's pajamas.

"Oi, watch were you're going!" came the angry response

"Gee, Dudders, sorry," Harry returned sarcastically, "I would have avoided you, but you are taking up the entire hallway."

Harry ducked under Dudley's porky outstretched arms and ran to his room hearing his cousin hurl oaths at him from down the hall. Shaking his head and grinning at his winning insult, Harry placed Hedwig's dish in her cage. Hedwig immediately started gulping down water.

"Hedwig, when you're done with that I need you to take this letter to Ron, where ever he is, OK?"

Hedwig hooted dolefully to let him know she understood. Harry absentmindedly stroked Hedwig's feathers. He was thinking about last night and the witch he had met. "Finally," Harry thought out loud, "Some wizarding contact. Mrs. Figg won't tell me anything." Dressing as quickly as Harry could running on only 2 hours sleep, he waited for Hedwig to finish. After tying the letter to her outstretched leg and wishing her a safe flight, Harry wandered down to have breakfast with the Dursley's for the first time since summer break began.

Nothing had really changed in the kitchen. Harry noted that Dudley's diet schedule was still posted on the fridge and Aunt Petunia was fussing with a melon. When she saw Harry wander through the door she managed to put her most "put out" expression on her face as she fetched another plate. Uncle Vernon was, as per usual, hiding behind a copy of the London Post and muttering about how lax the government was with criminals. When Harry sat down on Uncle Vernon's left, he received a hard kick from Dudley who was sitting across from him and smirking. The kick had made Harry cry out, which in turn directed Uncle Vernon's attention to his useless nephew.

"So," Uncle Vernon grunted, "finally decided to stop moping around in your room, have you?"

Dudley gave Harry a sneer from across the table, but said nothing.

"I'm going to talk to the new neighbor today," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"WHAT? You'll do no such thing, boy! I'll not have new neighbors thinking there is anything ABNORMAL with MY family!" Uncle Vernon spat at Harry, his face turning an unappealing shade of puce.

Harry stood up angrily, "They are MY kind of people! I already talked to them last night. The girl will be going to MY school!"

Uncle Vernon also stood up, towering over Harry, "That settles it then! I don't want you associating with anymore FREAKS! You get up to your room boy!"

"Fine," Harry said with a glint in his eye, "I'll just write a letter to Professor Moody and let him know you don't approve of my visiting with anyone."

This comment had the desired affect on Harry's uncle. The puce faded from his face, which turned into a sickly sallow colour.

"No," said Uncle Vernon, trying to hide his fear, "You go play with YOUR OWN KIND, but don't you DARE bring them to THIS house! Are we clear?"

"Crystal", said Harry as he stalked out of the kitchen.

Harry, guessing that it would be too early to bother Sillas, seeing as he just met her, marched angrily down the road to the park. Not being able to do anything other than kick the jungle gym, and, after receiving the throbbing pain in his toe from said activity, Harry plopped down onto the hard dirt ground and stared around him with frustrated eyes. Why, WHY had he been cursed with such horrible relatives? Daydreaming that when he was of age he would move to Hogsmead and have nothing to do with his aunt and uncle again, the minutes slipped pass. Suddenly he heard the horrible sound of his uncle's boistous voice carrying down the drive.

"DON'T COME ONTO MY PROPERTY AGAIN! IF YOU DO I SHALL CALL THE POLICE!"

Shaking himself out of his revere, Harry ran down the sidewalk to see what in the world was going on. As he jogged up the front path, he was greeted with the sound of the front door slamming and one of the little glass panels crashing onto the ground.

"Um, hi," was all he could think of to say to Sillas who was still staring at the door in wide eyed confusion.

Slowly turning around with a puzzled look on her face that cleared up once she saw Harry she said, "I take it your family doesn't like foreigners?"

Harry grinned at the sarcasm, "They are the worst muggles imaginable."

"Well, it takes all sorts I suppose," was the wry response.

"Sometimes I wish it didn't."

Sillas nodded, then after a pause, "Let's go over to my house, so we are not on his PROPERTY," Sillas said with a wink and walked off.

Harry followed her across the street and into the rather ordinary looking house. But looks can be deceiving as Harry soon realized. Walking into entrance way, Harry's jaw would have dropped if he hadn't seen the same trick worked on a certain Ford Angelina. The entrance way that led directly into the living room was easily as large as the entrance to Hogwarts. One wall was covered with a long table which contained various cauldrons filled with many different coloured potions. Harry was also surprised to see the use of beakers and a Bunsen burner in a wizarding home. Sillas, noticing Harry's gaze, gave a sheepish smile.

"I have a thing about potions. I'm, um, kind of a potions enthusiast. It was my favorite class at Eagle Eyes. Come on over here to the sitting area. Can I get you something? Butterbeer or a soda? Sorry, but we don't drink tea, and I have no idea what a crumpet is."

"A butterbeer would be good." Harry sat down on one of the chairs Sillas had indicated. "What's Eagle Eyes?"

"Oh, that's the school I was attending in America. Eagle Eyes Academy, Southwest." Sillas handed Harry his drink. After taking a sip of her own, she continued, "In the U.S. there are four school divided by northwest, northeast, southeast, and southwest. I never seen the other schools, but I played Qudditch against them at a universal stadium in Oklahoma."

"Harry brightened, "You play Qudditch?"

"Yep, you, my friend, are looking at one of the only female Beaters in Eagle Eyes history."

Harry laughed. He was having fun for the first time in a long while. It wasn't long before they were swapping Qudditch "war" stories.

"...they were targeting our Seeker, trying to knock him out, it was ugly. I guess I got a little out of control, because the next thing I know I'm belting one of their Beaters with both Bludgers. Suddenly the whistle sounds and I'm thrown out of the game. We lost, 176-15. I was so angry, I swear, I was ready to pounce on the other team's captain when I saw her clothesline our seeker."

Harry sucked in a breath, "Brutal. Just wait 'till you see Syltherian and their dirty tricks. They-"

A loud buzzing stopped Harry from saying exactly what "they" were.
"Sorry, some of my potions are timers."

Sillas got up and went to one of the larger cauldrons, Harry followed. Sillas pulled out her wand from up her sleeve and poked at the potions contents.

"Hmm...I think its time to add the beezor," she muttered to herself.

"What are you making?"

"Oh, just a little experiment." She smiled as she added the beezor.

A/N: Yea, took me a while to update, but given the wealth of Harry Potter fiction, I doubt anyone suffered from my absence. I don't have a beta, so there you are.