Ok, thank you to Stenick for reviewing. Even I find it interesting what could have happened to Harry if he had gone to Stonewall. Anyways, here's the next chapter so have fun reading everyone!

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After that first day at Stonewall, Harry Potter no longer felt lonely like he did in his previous school. Here, there was no Dudley to make fun of him or to spread rumors about what a strange person he was. It was just him and a bunch of other people who didn't really care that he had no parents and lived with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. So, for five years, Harry lived a normal life. He went out with his friends, did homework, got into trouble with his Aunt and Uncle, did pranks, and had the time of his life. Truth be told, he completely forgot about the two mysterious letters that had arrived for him the week before he turned eleven.

Week after Harry's fifteenth birthday:

Harry Potter got off at the bus stop across from the Rose Garden Shopping Center. He was tall for his age at the height of about five foot nine. He had brilliant green eyes and black hair that refused to be combed flat. At school, he was very popular and he was respected by everyone. All the girls were constantly wishing that they were his girlfriend. Sadly to say, Harry wasn't looking for anyone at the moment.

Harry looked both ways then crossed the street. As soon as he walked into the shopping center, he scanned the area for his friends. Anna had called him the day before and told him to meet her, Eric, and Sam at the shopping center and Harry had conveniently forgotten to ask why. As he looked at the crowd that was moving in and out of the mall, he spotted Anna's gold eyes. Anna could easily conceal herself in a crowd but her eyes immediately gave her away since they were a rather bright gold color. Harry smiled and quickly walked towards her.

"Anna!" he shouted.

"Oh, hi Harry!" she shouted back. "How'd you find me?"

"Your eyes," he said.

"Figured as much…Anyways, let's go. Don't want to be late," Anna said pulling Harry along with her.

Harry let himself be pulled by her and asked, "Exactly what are we going to be late for?"

Anna turned around and smiled him. "You'll see, now walk faster! One would think that since you're the captain of the football (soccer) team, you would be a fast walker."

Harry snorted and walked faster. After a few minutes, he and Anna stopped in front of an unused Laundromat store. "A Laundromat. An unused one too. Wow, I love these places…" said Harry sarcastically.

"Stop being a prick," replied Anna, punching his shoulder. Then she dragged him with her inside.

Inside, it was pitch black. Anna pushed Harry inside and swiftly closed the door blocking all means of light.

"Erm, Anna? What are you doing?" asked Harry, getting strange thoughts in his head of what was going to happen.

Suddenly, the lights went on and, "SURPRISE!" Harry looked with awe at the scene in front of him. Eric, Sam, and Anna were standing next to a table with a cake on it that said 'Happy Birthday Harry'. The whole place was decorated with balloons and streamers and it did not look like a Laundromat at all.

"Wow, I don't know what to say. I've never actually had a birthday party before…"

"We know, mate, we know," said Eric, coming up to Harry. "That's why we did this for you. And that's not all, you have tons of presents too!"

Harry looked at where Eric was pointing and saw a huge stack of presents in the corner of the room. He silently walked over to them and said, "Who are these all from?"

"Well, Harry," said Sam, "each of us gave you one, like we do each year, then the rest are from random people around school wanted to give you something for your birthday."

"Why didn't you ever tell us that you had so many friends?" asked Eric jokingly. He and Harry burst out laughing. "Yeah, so anyways, it took me five trips to bring all of this stuff here."

"Hey, you didn't have to bring Harry here," said Anna. "That was the hardest part."

"How was that hard, Anna?" asked Sam. "All you needed to do was pick up the phone and say 'Harry, meet me at Rose Garden'."

"True, but ever time I called, his uncle, aunt, or Dudley always picked up the phone. I'm not going to ask them to tell Harry to come to Rose Garden."

"She's right, Sam," said Harry eating a piece of his birthday cake. "Hey, this thing's not that bad."

"Harry, you're supposed to wait for us to sing for you before you eat it," said Anna.

"And what do you mean that it's not that bad?" asked Sam. "Anna and I spent the whole of yesterday baking that darn thing for you."

"You two can cook?" asked Harry. He turned to Eric who had an eyebrow raised then said, "Eric, did you know they could cook?"

"I didn't think that they even knew how to use a kitchen," he replied. Sam walked up to him and hit him on his head. "Ow! What was that for?" he asked rubbing his head.

"For being an idiot."

"But that hurt…"

Five hours and a whole cake later, Harry, Eric, Sam, and Anna, were sitting on the ground watching Harry open his presents. Most of his presents had something to do with food. For example, this girl named Milly Strewford gave him a box of cinnamon cookies. Then this other guy, who was two years older than him, gave him an apple. They were mostly presents like that. Harry didn't care. He would make sure that he wrote them all thank you notes or thanked them personally anyways.

"So," said Harry. "How long did it take you all to plan this?"

"About two months," said Sam.

"That long?"

"Well, you know all those mysterious killings that have been going on around here all over places near London? Well, all our Mums didn't want us to go out by ourselves and throw you a party because they were scared that we could all be killed," said Sam.

"Yeah, Harry. Mum was especially worried about you because she knew that your Aunt and Uncle don't really…you know, look after you…and she kind of feels responsible for you in a way," said Eric.

"What is the deal with all these killings anyways?" asked Anna. "Ever since four years ago when they first started, more and more people have been dying. I was listening to some special report on the radio and it said that none of the victims looked harmed in any way. They were just…dead."

"I've been wondering about that as well," said Harry. "It's a bit freaky though because the murderer or murderers are killing in a direction that's headed right in our direction."

"Don't say that," said Anna. "I don't want to think about anyone I know dying."

"No one here is going to die, Anna," said Eric. "Hopefully, the police will catch the madman and he'll be locked up for good. I mean they have to catch him some time."

"How? They can't even get fingerprints. It's like some kind of magic force that's killing people," said Harry.

"Magic doesn't exist," said Eric. "Besides, if it did, wouldn't everyone know about it?"

Harry shrugged and said, "Don't know." Then he turned to his huge stack of presents and said cheerfully, "Who wants to help me take these back home?"

The Wizarding World:

The Burrow-

Ron Weasley was a fifteen year old wizard. He lived in a world marked by fear. He was going into his fifth year at Hogwarts, which was a school for witches and wizards in training. It might have been very fun for him to go there all the time but ever since the end of his first year, times had darkened. At the end of his first year, a dark wizard named Voldemort, or you-know-who as many people referred to him, had returned to full power somehow. Almost eleven years before,Voldemort had been stripped of his powers and forced to flee because when he had tried to kill a little baby named Harry Potter, the killing curse he had used rebounded onto him. Everyone knew about Harry Potter. He was, to many people, the Boy Who Lived. No one save the ministry of magic and a few other people knew where he went after Voldemort murdered his parents and after Voldemort fled. The only thing most people including Ron knew was that Harry should have come to Hogwarts the same year as he had, but for some strange reason, he didn't.

Ron's best friends at Hogwarts were Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnagan, and Neville Longbottom. At the moment, the other three boys were at Ron's house for they had come to stay for the summer.

"Oy, Ron, wake up!" someone shouted.

Ron groggily raised his head and said, "What?"

"It's breakfast, you don't want to miss it do you?" said another voice.

Ron's eyes snapped open. When he got up, he noticed that there was barely any light outside. He looked around and saw his three friends snickering. "We knew that would get you up, Ron," said Neville.

"You up for a game of Quidditch before your mum wakes up?" asked Seamus. "I brought my broom."

"Are you kidding me? Mum will know that we're going out even before we go out!" said Ron.

"He right," said Dean. "With you-know-who around, I don't think we should go out by ourselves."

"Have you been listening to that Hermione Granger girl, again?" asked Seamus. "I swear! She knows everything there is about Voldemort. I'm surprised that she hasn't already written a biography about him."

"She's not that bad," said Neville quietly. "She helps me with my potions sometimes."

"Homework, that's all she does," snorted Ron. "I was talking to Parvati the other day and she said 'Hermione is a pitiful soul. Lavender and I are doing everything we can to get her to stop reading so much. Actually, if you put a bit of makeup on her then she would look really pretty'. Imagine that, Hermione Granger, wearing makeup." The four boys started laughing. Just then there was a knock on the door. Ron got up and opened it. "Oh, it's you," he said.

"Yes, it's me," said a girl with bright red hair and freckles like Ron. She was wearing black robes and she had quite a bit of eye makeup on.

"What do you want, Ginny," Ron asked his younger and only sister.

Ginny rolled her eyes and said, "It is four o'clock in the morning. People are trying to sleep around here."

"So?" called Dean from behind Ron. Ron and his friends were very rude to Ginny because they were in Gryffindor and she was the only Weasley after many, many generations to be sorted into Slytherin. Gryffindor and Slytherin were two of the four houses at Hogwarts and the people who were sorted into Slytherin were generally not very nice. There was also a lot of rivalry between the two houses. "The noise doesn't bother us," continued Dean.

"Well, it bothers me," said Ginny glaring at her brother and the three boys behind him, "so please keep it down."

"We'll see about that," said Ron about to slam the door in Ginny's face. But before he could do so, Ginny's hand came out in a flash and held the door.

"One more thing," she said staring at her brother. "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation about Hermione. I do agree with you that she is a bookworm but you've seen all the curses and hexes I can do. We're not even taught half of those at Hogwarts."

"Then how do you know them?" asked Ron, growing irritated.

Ginny just smirked at him and walked back to her room.

"Where do you think that Ginny learned all those curses," asked Neville.

"Yeah, mate, even we haven't learned most of them," said Seamus.

"You don't think that…" started Ron but then he stopped.

"What?" asked Dean.

"Do you think that Granger taught Ginny how to do them?"

"Everyone knows that she hates Slytherins because of how much Malfoy teases her," said Neville.

"But haven't you seen her in class? She seems bored all the time," said Seamus.

"Sure, she's bored so she reads books on the Dark Arts," snorted Dean.

"Right," agreed Ron. "And maybe she's also a death eater and we can give her off to the ministry." The four boys began hooting with laughter.

Neville, who was laughing the hardest, wiped his tears and said, "Seriously, maybe we should ask Hermione if she does study the Dark Arts. She might say yes, she might say no. Only one way to find out."

"Ok, then, when we go to Diagon Alley, we'll ask her if we see her," said Ron.

And the four boys kept talking much to Ginny's irritation.