They didn't joke around much for the rest of the bus ride. Harry was busy imagining all of the horrible scenes that could occur when he showed up on Privet Drive with Millie.

When the bus reached Harry's stop, Harry and Millie said goodbye to her friends on the bus and got off. They walked in silence for quite a while. The sky was darker now and the stars were beginning to shine.

Millie pointed to the sky, "If Orion's belt disappeared, Orion's pants would fall down."

"What?!" Harry said, laughing.

"Nothing, I just wanted to make you laugh."

Harry smiled at that and looked up for a constellation to point out to Millie. His eyes fell onto the dog constellation; the Sirius star.

He pointed up to the bright star in the sky, "That one" he said to Millie, "is my favorite."

Harry started walking slowly when they rounded the corner onto Privet Drive.

He was nearly tiptoeing when they reached number four. Millie, very politely, declined to comment on Harry's deflating posture and waning courage.

Harry felt scared to imagine how mean the Dursley's could be to him, how mean they could be to her…

"Are they really that bad?" Millie asked.

"Well, I guess I just let them upset me, that's all" Harry said, ashamed.

"Well then don't. Why don't you surprise them and walk in that door really proudly. Say something like, 'hey Dursley's, remember Millie Andrews?!' and then be all happy and stuff. They won't be expecting happiness. People are like putty when they are surprised."

"That does sound good, but…"

"Oh suck it up. I'm hungry for dinner. Follow my lead, Harry. Your aunt's name is Patricia?"

"No, Petunia. Petunia and Vernon"

"Gotcha." Millie threw her shoulders back and marched up to the door.

"Open it."

"What?"

"Open the door, Harry" Millie said, "I am not going to break into your house. And when you do open the door, shout something to Petunia."

It was unlocked so Harry just twisted the knob and held the door for Millie.

"Now say something, Harry, honestly. It's called, courage man."

Now Harry was a full blooded Gryffindor. HE had courage in spades. Slightly offended, Harry called out to the open hallway, "Petunia! I'm home!"

He heard some rumbling in the kitchen. And then his uncles voice called, "Shut the door, boy! You are letting in the pollution!"

"I brought a guest home for dinner!" Harry called, starting to get excited about seeing the Dursely's reaction. He bet that Dudley had never brought home a girl.

"You did WHAT?!" his uncle's voice roared. "You think you can treat our home like a rest stop for people like you! We want none of your kind in here!"

"But SHE is not like me! She went to elementary school with Dudley and me." Harry had now shut the door behind them. He motioned for Millie to follow him down the hall and into the kitchen, where the voices were coming from.

"But you don't have any friends like us! You don't know anybody!" Dudley's voice chimed in from the back room.

Nothing more was said until they reached the kitchen, though Harry could hear the television and Dudley's occasional chuckles. Harry took a deep breath before stepping into the lighted, occupied room.

Petunia was stirring a pot of soup. Vernon was reading a magazine. Dudley's back was to Harry, he was glued to the television.

"Hi Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley, this is my friend…"

"Ha! Your friends!" Dudley laughed out loud, though he hadn't turned around to see who it was.

Harry started to say something, but Millie spoke next.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. I'm Millie Andrews. I remember your son Dudley. Harry was very thoughtful to invite me over. I have seen neither Dudley nor Harry in such long time." Millie spoke with poise and politeness. She came across as…nice! This was unacceptable for a friend of Harry's!

Petunia was shocked down to her yellow fuzzy slippers. This girl was pretty. This girl was polite. This girl was not a witch. And this girl was friends with Harry!

"Oh Millie! Dear, I remember your parents…" Petunia started to say before remembering that she mustn't bring up ancient gossip about them in front of their daughter. "…Um, Are they well?"

"Yes, I believe they are" Millie smiled when she spoke, quieter than before.

Millie or Petunia hadn't yet noticed Dudley, who had turned completely around and was staring. His stupid cousin was standing next to the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

Harry noticed Dudley. And he was proud of himself and gave Dudley a big, wide grin.

"Millie, we weren't expecting company!" Petunia said, with a bit of annoyance to her voice.

Neither Millie nor Harry knew what to say to that, so they just stood there and smiled, which annoyed Petunia, and visibly annoyed Vernon.

Vernon shouted, "Harry! This is unacceptable! Taking advantage of our hospitality like this! What if we had no food in the house? Would you expect us to feed her?"

"Vernon," Petunia interrupted with a fake smile, "We can't treat our guest like this. We don't want her to think that we are not nice people. Millie, we don't blame you for Harry's mistakes. He just needs to work on his judgment. This is no fault of yours."

"Thanks Mrs. Dursley" Millie said sweetly.

"So when will dinner be ready?" Harry asked.

It was all Petunia could do not to shout back an answer. She instead squeezed her lips together and managed to say, "twenty minutes and we are having chicken."

"Brilliant" Harry exclaimed, and then he eyed Dudley again, who instantly jerked his head back to the TV set, so as not be caught staring again.

"Dudley, do you mind if Millie and I watch the television with you? If not, well I'm sure we can find something to do in my room…" Harry was teasing Dudley. Harry was rarely allowed to watch TV with Dudley. But Harry knew that Dudley would not want him to take Millie away from his eyesight.

"Hmfff" Dudley answered, angry that he was going to have to let Harry watch his television set.

"What did you say, Dudley?" Millie asked.

Dudley spun his whole head around when Millie addressed him, "I said that you may watch TV with me."

Harry led Millie over the couch. They sat down on the sofa; Millie was between the two boys.

Harry had to laugh. Dudley was uncomfortably shifting positions every twenty seconds. Every five seconds, Dudley would steal a glimpse of Millie as she twirled her finger in her red hair. Harry had found out how to really make Dudley squirm!

"I like this TV show" Millie said, trying to spark a conversation.

When Dudley didn't answer, Millie turned to Harry.

Harry smiled at her and took the opportunity to lean in close and whisper, "He is just being shy."

"Is Dudley usually shy?" Millie whispered back.

Harry gladly answered, "No"

Millie's facial expression barely changed. If Harry hadn't been looking at her so completely, he wouldn't have noticed the little twitch at the corner of her mouth.

They were still leaning in close even though they hadn't said anything for a few seconds. Harry's mind was focusing on one thought, "Should I kiss her?"

Dudley was so angry. He was noticing how near the two of them were. He had to say something to get Millie to look at him again.

"Millie, where do you go to school?" Dudley asked loudly and unusually high pitched.

Millie jumped, which caused Harry to lean away as well.

"Oh! I go to North Town High School!"

"That's cool" Dudley said, trying to sound both smooth and nonchalant.

Harry had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing out loud.

Millie heard Harry's gag and gave him a sharp stare. Harry nervously sat up straight. Millie stared back at Harry for a few more seconds before giving him a wicked little smile and turning back to talk to Dudley.

"So Dudley, I hear you like video games. Have you ever played…"

Hey y'all! Sorry to end the chapter here, but the whole scene just took up too many pages that I had to split it up somewhere! The next part should hopefully up soon because it was mostly written when I wrote this part.

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