As the train pulled into the station in London they all got off and went their separate ways. Calleigh stayed with Harry until he met up with his Aunt and Uncle.

"What's that" Uncle Vernon snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another thing coming. And where is are your parents, or persons that look after you?"

"It's not," said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather."

"Yeah, and he is probably sitting on his chair in Maine. I am taking a taxi to the airport which thing will give me a nice plane ride to do some of my homework on," Calleigh said smiling, a hint of fear in her eyes.

"You haven't gotten a godfather!" sputtered Uncle Vernon.

"Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted muerder, but he's broken out of a wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though… keep up with my news… check if I'm happy…."

"Yeah, and," Calleigh laughed, "He is my father too. Harry, by the way. If you want to contact me, send something to Dumbledore, he will know how to get me things. I don't think an owl can survive a trip across the Atlantic."

The two of them were grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face; Harry sat off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him. For what looked like a much better summer than the last. What Calleigh hadn't added hurt anything either. He had some of the best friends in the world, he declared in his mind.

Calleigh went home without a complaint and satisfaction from the look on the Dursley's faces. That did nothing to help her summer situation though. If anything, she thought her happiness made it worse. For most of the time she cowered in her bedroom, until she received a letter from Harry. He had obviously listened to her advice and sent it to Dumbledore first.

She ripped open the letter as an owl sat inside her bedroom. She read it through carefully and saw that Harry had to go on a diet for Dudley. He asked for food and Calleigh was happy to comply. She didn't dare leave to get anything big, but was going to send a letter and some of stuff over with him. It certainly wasn't as good as home-made stuff like what Mrs. Weasley was sure to send him. But it lasted for a long time, and tasted just fine.

Harry,

I am sorry that I can't send anything better. But I hope this will help a bit, and that you like them. If you send me a letter or something before your birthday I will be able to get you something then, too. I don't have an owl myself, so I use the one that comes with letters. Enjoy the food! Looks like both of us might be living off them. Oh and tell my dad that I am fine.

Sincerely,

Calleigh

Calleigh carefully tied it around the owl's leg and sent it back through the window. Just in time, apparently her Uncle had heard the window open and shut before and the owl just barely missed his thrashing arms.

Back at the Dursleys Harry began to get his food immediately. He looked around and saw sugar-free food from Hermione, Hagrid sent him his home-made rock cakes, and Mrs. Weasley sent him a fruitcake and meat pies. He had expected something from Calleigh, but it seemed to take longer then the rest, which didn't surprise him, one bit.

Calleigh had sent him a package full of snacks, ranging from almost everything that Dudley loved to others that he had never seen. She had enclosed a letter with her package, which Harry skimmed over not understanding some of the things she had said. But, knowing Calleigh was going to ignore the stuff he didn't understand and do what she had told him to anyways.

The next odd thing that happened that day was a letter they had received. Harry followed Uncle Vernon into the kitchen where he started to explain.

"This just arrived," said Uncle Vernon. He brandished a piece of purple writing paper at Harry. "A letter. About you."

Harry's confusion increased. He didn't know who would be writing to Uncle Vernon about him. He didn't know anyone that sent letters by the postman.

Uncle Vernon continued to glare at Harry, then looked down at the letter and began to read aloud:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from harry about my son Ron.

As Harry might have told you, the final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

I do hope you will allow us to take Harry to the match, as this really us a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Britain hasn't hosted the cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have Harry stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see him safely onto the train back to school.

It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is.

Hoping to see Harry soon.

Yours Sincerely,

Molly Weasley.

P.S. I do hope we've put enough stamps on.

When Harry reached his bedroom he saw a letter from Ron attached to Hedwig. He read it through and ran to get a piece of parchement and started scribbling a reply to it.

Ron, it is all okay, the Muggles say I can come. Oh and send whatever you want to Calleigh to Dumbledore first. It worked for me. See you at five o'clock Sunday. Can't wait.

Harry