Sorry it took so long to update this. I would have done it on Friday but unfotunateely, I had no internet connection for some bizarre reason. Anyways, this is an ok chapter in the opinion but the next chapter will definately be much better. I'm not sure when I'll be posting it though...

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters which you don't recognize.

It was a week after Harry's dentist appointment and Harry was going to the mall…again, to see Anna, Sam, and Eric. He hadn't seen them or talked to them because the Dursleys had some guests over and they wanted Harry to clean the house, the backyard, and the front yard. Harry was only too happy to oblige…

Harry got on the number 29 bus which was the bus he usually took to go to the mall. The only thing that Harry hated about going to the mall on the bus was that it passed by a cemetery. Something about this particular cemetery always made Harry shiver. Though it was very big, in the center of the whole plot of land it was on, was a gnarled tree, which was extremely tall. No one Harry knew could tell him how tall the tree was. They only told him that it had been there since before their great grandparents were born. The branches spread out in all directions and there were no leaves on it even during the summer. Harry felt that the tree gave off a kind of vibe that somehow called to him. He felt that he needed to go to the cemetery for some reason but he couldn't. That was what scared him. One time, he thought he had seen ghosts gliding around the cemetery.

As the bus drove by the cemetery, that same feeling crept into Harry's mind but it was gone as quickly as it had come. A few minutes later, Harry was at the mall. He quickly scanned the area for his friends and saw Eric sitting at a table in front of a café looking at a bunch of giggling girls. He had the oddest expression on his face.

"Hey, Eric," greeted Harry, sitting down. He followed Eric's gaze towards the girls then said, "You alright?"

"Er- what?"

"Are you ok?" asked Harry.

"Fine, just fine, mate. Just don't see how girls can be so…"

"What?" asked Harry, not seeing what his friend was trying to tell him.

"Nothing," replied Eric after looking away from the girls.

"This week just can't get any weirder," said Harry, stretching back on his chair.

"Even weirder than that week where every time the headmaster tried to put you in detention, he remembered that he had a hair appointment?"

Harry snorted at that memory. "Yeah, weirder than that. Did we ever figure out why he had so many hair appointments?"

"Eh, who did?" Just then, Sam came and sat down at the table.

"Sorry I'm late. Mum wanted me to wear my hair down. We had a bit of a fight about it."

Eric chuckled and patted Sam's shoulder.

"Anyways, as I was saying," said Harry, "it all started when I went to the dentist with the relatives."

"Ooh, how weird. Getting your teeth cleaned," said Eric sarcastically. Then he said, "You are aware that those girls are staring at us, right?"

"Those girls who you were looking at before?" Eric nodded. Harry turned his head to see that they were giggling at him and Eric so he flashed them a smile, causing them to giggle even more, then turned back to Eric.

Sam frowned at the girls then playfully swatted Eric on his arm. "Idiot," she mumbled.

"What was that?" asked Eric.

"Nothing."

"Can I go on with my story?" asked Harry.

"Oh, one of your stories, Harry?" asked Anna sitting down next to Sam. "I love it when you tell stories. They're so…pointless and meaningless," she said.

Harry glared at her then said, "Ok, then. As I was saying before, I was at the dentist and there was this girl there and…"

"Uh, Harry, why are you telling us about some girl you met?" asked Sam. Harry glared at her also then she said, "Fine, sorry, please go on."

"Her name was Hermione and…"

"What kind of a name is Hermione?" asked Eric starting to laugh.

Anna started laughing too but then she said, "Wait a minute, I think my Mum's uncle's wife's name is Hermione."

Eric started laughing even more. "Are you going to let me finish or not?" asked Harry in a very annoyed tone, "because I could just leave if…"

"No, Harry, don't leave," said Sam in the middle of laughter. "Keep going and I promise that we won't interrupt you again.

"Thank you, anyways, this girl, Hermione, she said that the scar that I have on my head was not from a car crash."

"And how would she know that?" asked Eric.

"She said that everyone knows about it. I'm apparently famous in her 'world', whatever that means." Eric snorted. "She said that in her world there's magic and my parents were wizards."

"Yeah, right," said Sam. "Magic doesn't exist though sometimes I wish it did."

"I would be scared of people with magic," said Anna. "They could hurt you or since they have an advantage over people without magic, do something even more horrible to us."

"Magic is ok," said Eric. "But I would be a little scared of it as well. What about you, Harry?"

"I- I don't know. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon never said anything about my parents and whenever they do talk about them they always have something horrible to say. It would make sense though. They hate anything not normal and magic definitely is not normal."

Sam rolled her eyes and said, "Harry, the only thing I can say is that you are an idiot if you are going to believe some random girl whom you've never even met before."

"Yeah, so don't think about it any more than you can. We all know that you want to learn more about your parents but, don't get your hopes up," said Anna.

Eric looked at Harry's dejected looked and patted him on the back. "You ok, mate?" Harry nodded. "Good." Eric looked at the watch on his wrist and his eyes grew wide. "Damn! I told Mum I'd be home ten minutes ago. See you all later!" Then he ran off to the nearest bus stop.

"Well, sorry, Harry," said Sam getting up from the table. "Anna and I have some…business to attend to." Anna rolled her eyes. "So we have to leave also."

"Sure," said Harry watching his friends leave. "Bye!" Harry sat at the table for a few seconds. Just as he was about to get up and take a walk around the mall, one of the girls who had been giggling came up to him. She was about 5 inches shorter than him and had black hair. Her face looked slightly piggish and she was batting her eyelashes at him.

"Hi," she said shyly.

"Er…hello," said Harry trying walk forward.

The girl stepped in front of him and said, "I'm Pansy, Pansy Parkinson."

"Er… nice to meet you. I'm sorry but I really have to go now." Harry gently pushed her to the side and began walking towards the bus stop.

"Wait! I don't even know your name!" she whined.

Harry turned around to look at her. Just then the wind blew his hair off of his forehead. Pansy gasped. "N-never mind…just, have a happy life!" she said real quickly and ran back to her friends with a horrified look.

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl. Somehow she knew him. She'd been almost scared of him as well. As far as Harry knew, he'd never seen the girl in his life.

Harry shook his head and walked to the bus stop. He looked at the chart that said when the next bus would be coming and much to his dismay the next one would be coming in two hours. Harry rolled his eyes and began to walk back to Privet Drive. It would only take him about half an hour to get back so he wasn't worried. The only thing that made him a little uncomfortable was the fact that he was going to have to walk by the cemetery. Little did he know that he was going to be in for a much worse surprise…

How was that?