Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter or Wife Swap. No one on does.

A/N: Well, I just got my first review ever. I'm so excited! It's great! Thank you, american-born-confused-desi! On with the chapter!

Christine got up from the kitchen table and walked to the entry hall. There, framed by the open doorway, stood a small scrawny boy. He had messy jet-black hair and thick, black, broken glasses. His clothes were worn and much too big for him. This must be Harry.

Christine noticed all of this in a split second. Then, her observations were cut short abruptly as Harry tripped through the doorway and hit the wall painfully. Or, more accurately, was pushed.

"Move over, Potter!" said a very large boy who could only be Dudley, who was coming through the door. "I'm going to be the first to meet her!"

Dudley scurried over to Christine. "Hello, m'am. My name is Dudley Dursley, and I'd like to welcome you to my house. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, with a fake smile and even faker courtesy. He extended a fat hand.

Christine grabbed it and shook it. "Hello, Dudley. It's nice to meet you too. You can call me Christine." Her courtesy was equally fake, but Dudley missed the sarcasm.

As Dudley hurried past her and into the kitchen, Christine walked over to Harry and helped him up.

After he was standing, Harry greeted Christine. "Hello Mrs. Walker. I'm Harry." Harry's smile and courtesy were both obviously sincere.

"Hello Harry," said Christine, smiling warmly down at the little boy. Now that he was closer, Christine noticed several things about him. One was that was tiny- he looked closer to six than to nine. The second was that he had a thin lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. The third thing was his eyes. They were the most beautiful emerald eyes Christine had ever seen. But there was also something haunting about him. In contrast to his body, Harry's eyes looked very, very old.

"You can call me Christine," she said.

"It's nice to meet you…Christine," said Harry. He looked unused to an adult being nice to him. And no wonder, with his aunt and uncle… thought Christine.

The nice moment was broken by a shout from the kitchen. "POTTER! Make me a snack!"

"Er…I'd better go," said Harry, shuffling past Christine to the kitchen. Christine followed him.

"What d'you want, Dudley?" Harry asked wearily.

"Crisps," said Dudley expectantly.

"Okay," said Harry, walking towards a cabinet next to the stove. He opened it to reveal countless junk foods. He groped inside and came out with a bag of potato crisps.

"Here you go," he said, handing them to Dudley.

"I want soda too," said Dudley.

"Alright," said Harry. He got a can of soda from the refrigerator and a glass from a cabinet. He was just about to pour the drink, when Dudley made another demand.

"Ice, too," said Dudley.

Christine couldn't believe that a boy could be so demanding and spoiled. And Harry was just taking it! Something was wrong here.

When Dudley's snack was to his liking, he retreated to his room, his feet making loud thumps on the stairs.

"So, Harry," said Christine, "now that your cousin's gone would you like to talk?"

"About what?" asked Harry.

"Anything," said Christine.

"Okay," said Harry, "but first, would you like some tea?"

"Alright," said Christine.

Harry moved to start making the tea, but Christine stopped him. "No," she said. "You sit down and I'll make the tea. Just tell me where it is."

Harry told her where to find the tea bags and kettle, and as Christine set the kettle up, they talked.

"So how was school, Harry?" Christine asked when the kettle had started heating and she had sat down.

"Well…it was… It was okay, I guess."

"You guess? What was wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," said Harry, looking down at the table. "Just kids bothering me, is all."

"Bothering you? How?"

"Some kids just like to chase me around at recess. It's no big deal."

Christine was pretty sure it was a big deal, but she wasn't going to push it. "Who are the kids that chase you, Harry?" she asked, trying to make it seem like an innocent question.

Harry's gaze sank even lower, so that he was looking at his knees. "Mostly- Mostly Dudley, and some of his friends."

Of course. She should have seen that one coming.

"He doesn't seem like the nicest boy ever."

"No, I guess not," said Harry.

At that moment, the kettle began to whistle. Christine got up and poured water over the teabags. She set one mug in front of Harry and sat down with the other in front of her.

"So how long have you lived with the Dursleys?"

"Since I was one," said Harry, almost sadly.

"That's… eight years, right?" Christine asked.

"Yeah."

"So why aren't you in any of the photos?"

"What photos?" asked Harry, puzzled.

"The photos in the family room. You're not in any of them. Why?" said Christine.

"Well, I guess they just don't like me much. They like to pretend as much as I can that I don't exist," said Harry.

Christine felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest. She had known this little boy for less than half an hour, and already she felt so sorry for him. Had he really grown up knowing he was so unwanted?

"That's terrible," she said.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but he never got a chance to say anything, because at that moment, the front door could be heard opening again.

Vernon Dursley was home.

A/N: Alright, it's short, and not much happens, but it's one of those kind of filler chapters. It's necessary for Christine to meet Harry and get to know him a little.

Thank you so much to the one person who reviewed!

american-born-confused-desi: My first ever reviewer! Yes, I researched Wife Swap Harry Potter fics, and as far as I know, there's only one other on and that one's about Mrs. Weasley. I get weird ideas sometimes. And I'll have a lot of little cliffies like that.

JuzFlo: I do too. That's partly what prompted me to write this story. I wanted to present Harry's childhood from an outsider's perspective.

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