Unbeknownst to Calleigh she was actually hurting things for herself. She got so wrapped up in her fright of being hurt or getting someone else hurt that she stopped interacting with people. It almost seemed like she wouldn't even live.

But when she finished her second year things really started to get interesting. A highly dangerous prisoner from Azkaban had escaped, Sirius Black. Not that the muggle world knew where he came from. When she had seen his picture come on the television screen Calleigh almost couldn't believe that it had been him. Her father.

That summer she had been sent to Mrs. Figg's house earlier then usual. She guessed it was because her father had escaped and might want to do something to her. That she would have better protection closer to wizards. No matter the reasons it suited Calleigh just fine. The less time at her Uncle's the better.

When she got to Privet Drive that year it was about mid summer and was actually quite pleasant. It was the same as it always had been. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley kept pushing Dudley on her and had even invited her to a dinner with them. She hoped in the back of her head that Harry would be there, but either way she reluctantly agreed to it.

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Harry had been exhausted with the week with Aunt Marge. It was finally the last night she would be with them and so Aunt Petunia had arranged for a nice dinner with the whole family. She had also somehow gotten Calleigh to come too. They were still set with her being with Dudley.

"Harry, go get the door for Calleigh will you? I would like to see this young lady that has been spending so much time with Dudders!" squealed Aunt Marge.

Harry moved off the couch and towards the door. They would be eating soon, but they wanted to wait for Calleigh to come. When he opened the door he let out a silent gasp. She looked beautiful in the silver moonlight. She had her hair loose and wore a flowing green skirt, denim jacket and a cream shirt. The moonlight reflected off of her and made her shine.

"Why, thank you Harry," she giggled as she stepped inside.

He forgot to close his mouth and followed her back into the living room. They hadn't spent much time even doing anything remotely together since their first year at Hogwarts. She acted like she had been scared of something.

"Why, aren't you beautiful," Aunt Marge greeted.

"Thank you," Calleigh replied with a slight cringe that had been taken for a smile.

"Well let's not stand around wasting away. Since everyone is here, we can go eat now," Aunt Petunia said cheerfully.

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The dinner had been going quite well until they happened to get to dessert. Aunt Marge had started in about Harry and his parents. Calleigh didn't think Harry much appreciated the rude remarks because she knew she didn't, and she wouldn't have liked it any better if it had been about hers.

By the time Dudley had finished his fourth piece of pie Marge had gotten even worse, insisting ridiculous things and commenting on things she obviously knew nothing really about. It had started to disgust her and it became harder to hold her tongue.

"Excuse me, Marge," Calleigh stuttered.

"Yes dear?"

"I cannot speak for Harry, but I know that I wouldn't like anyone talking about my parents like that. They are still humans and I… can only assume that they loved their son very much. Considering the fact that you only know second-hand knowledge on them, you can't really judge them since you don't know them. You have every right to hold your opinions on them but there is no need to express them in front of everyone. I find it very disgusting and I have seen very, very disgusting things," Calleigh stated just a little angry.

"Well, I don't think anyone cares about your opinion young lady," Marge growled. "How did you say they died, Petunia?"

Harry wanted to say something but just didn't know what he wanted to. He had never heard anyone stand up to his Aunt or Uncle let alone Aunt Marge. Even though, now she would probably come down harder, he was glad about that she had stood up to her.

"Well, um… they died in a car crash," Aunt Petunia stuttered, not sure what she wanted to say.

"Oh, that was right. They were probably drunk, being unemployed and having nothing better to do. Then of course they crash and leave you with this, this selfish thing. Just look at the pig," Marge snapped.

"My parents didn't die in a car crash. They weren't worthless or unemployed either. You don't even know what you are talking about!" Harry screamed at her.

"Go on boy. Go on about how proud you are of your good for nothing parents," Marge provoked.

After she said that she started ton inflate with a balloon and the Dursleys began to freak out. As Marge inflated larger and larger she started to rise and began to float out the door. Vernon ran after her and grabbed on.

In this panic Harry scrambled from the table and burst open the cupboard door. Calleigh was right behind him, the only one to notice. He was incinerating with rage and she was a little frightened. She wanted the night to be fun and keep the damage as little as possible. Calleigh did have to admit that what he had done was a little funny and she did deserve it.

"Harry, stop. Or at least slow down will you," Calleigh begged behind him.

"No, I have to get out of here," he shouted to her.

"You just stop right there young man. You fix her. Fix her right now!" Uncle Vernon ordered, his face an amusing shade of purple.

He didn't know why but he turned to Uncle Vernon. With his wand in hand. He wasn't going to stay here, and he guessed he had already done magic what would a little more harm.

"You leave me alone! She deserved it! My parents were not drunks, and they weren't worthless. They died for me!" Harry screamed at Uncle Vernon who looked taken aback.

Harry rushed out of the door leaving a stunned Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Calleigh wanted to follow but wanted to say something first. "You should be ashamed. I can understand that you don't want your precious normal family and friends to know the truth. But, I would at least not let them talk like that, especially in front of Harry. That is just rude. If I had been in his situation I would have done the same thing. She deserved it too!" Calleigh snapped at them.

"Wait, you would have done the same thing. You are in with, with his kind!" Vernon yelled.

"Glad we got that settled. I am going after Harry. I don't care what you do, but I would suggest start acting like family to him, instead of, of something you scrape of the bottom of your shoe!" she spat back at them, before bursting through the door after Harry.