Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Sorry but I won't want to buy Harry Potter anyways. I mean, I don't want to have him to do stuff like to have him wear a bikini and sunbath on a pre-school pole. I also totally don't want a sissy like Ron to take care of, all he does is complain. Get a Life! Hermione I can do with her calculate my taxes and give me the answers to my homework but sadly J.K. Rowling owns her and everyone in Harry Potter, I feel sorry for her to keep Percy especially. I can't believe J.K Rowling keeps Hagrid, who the hell, would want Hagrid, the fat hag he is, I mean where does he sleep? Imagine going to the bathroom right after him especially after a dump, awwwwwww man, I feel sick!

Review: I decided to make a serious Harry Potter story because my other one was perverted even though I laughed my own head off; I still am making a serious one. This one is based during Harry's seventh year (I don't know what happens really but I want to have some fun…), he is still looking for the horocruxes until something urgent happens at Hogwarts… what happened?

Note: I made a cool, Harry Potter RPG site, its based during his second year, we have Characters from the book who can be played as well as original characters that people make up, you may have some luck… never mind.

It was another boring summer at Little Whining, Privet Drive. It was quite misty but not as cold as the last summer. Outside it was raining outside, people were walking by quite quickly and every now and then children would make playful screams of laughter. It was only five in the morning, so Harry sat there gazing at his feet in the darkness of his room. Smoke-like breath came from his mouth as he breathed. He glanced out of his window; it was a woman who he had met a few days ago.

She was very quiet but she seemed to recognize him, he remembered taking a walk last night and she walked up to him, greeting herself as Nessa Cove. Nessa said that she heard of him at her school when she was younger, "I remember a few kids at my school talking about you, and they seemed to know you, but I can not remember the names, sorry about that. But are you famous?" she had asked him, Harry thinking she was a muggle nodded.

She looked at him carefully and said, "You are very modest." He had no idea what she meant, he began to make his way back home when she said, "Bye, Potter." Harry had turned back to see she wasn't there.

Harry stood up from his bed and pulled on his shoes and raced down the stairs to go and ask her how she knew who he was. Dudley was in the nest room, rustling and bustling in his sleep, no matter, Harry didn't care. He slowly creped down the stairs towards the door, he could hear Uncle Vernon talking to Aunt Petunia, he heard his name being whispered but didn't care, he had to know how this girl knew him, she might have been at Hogwarts when he was at his first year. She seemed to be as old as Percy, twenty two years old. Could it be Penelope? No, this girl was named Nessa; it seemed less familiar than that young boy who was screaming a few blocks away. Harry slipped through his front door and it the cold, it made him feel like cold water was being splashed on him, the rain was growing harder and harder every minute. Harry ran towards Nessa who was turning the block. 'Nessa,' Harry called to her but she must have not heard him because she began to walk faster.

Can she be ignoring me? He thought to himself as he ran faster, Harry reached her and grabbed her shoulder to stop her, she turned around in shock. Nessa's face was paler than when he had met her, her cheeks were rosy as was her round but pointy nose. She had a plain face with freckles all over. Her reddish blond hair was wet and dropped down sadly at her shoulders. Nessa's whole head was covered in a gigantic hood; her jackets usually reached her knees. She looked at him with those freaky silvery brown eyes and said,

'What do you want?' Nessa asked him quietly, looking around quickly. Harry let go over her shoulder.

'You… well… not you but how do you know who I am?' He asked her.

'Can't talk now... ' Nessa said lowly and began to lurch away into the morning's darkness.

'Hey!' Harry called at her angrily, Harry ran after her and once again pulled her back, 'Who are you?' he knew what her name was but who was she, was she muggle, witch or squib?

'Nessa Cove is what I told you… Get lost!' she said to him in an irritated tone, she was much nicer the other day. Harry glared at her, 'what?' she said in the same tone.

'You shouldn't have greeted youself to me then, I know you're a witch…'

'I am a what?'

'A witch, that's right!' Harry said smartly, he began to pull out his wand.

'Who the bloody hell, do you think you are?' She clearly hinted to him that she only heard of his name.

How'd she know how I looked like then? Harry had his wand out now, it was getting dark around the area but the problem was it was only early morning. The rain began to feel chilly against his clothes and the rain looked like snow. Everything around the area began to crackle like ice, and thin sheets of frozen earth started move in around him. Everything felt cold and depressing, nature felt as if it was to turn in and die, to return its warmth. Black-hooded figures were gliding through the air towards Harry and Nessa now; they swooped down and sucked the life out of Nessa who was freaking out where she stood. She could see them which definitely meant she was magical blooded. The figures came after Harry and he heard the same voice he had been hearing all the time.

'Harry!' it cried to him, it was a moan's voice; it was his mother's voice calling out to him. He had to stop them before his soul was sucked out and he would be wandering around without one. It wouldn't be fun neither happy. Harry though of a happy thought, he could think of, he thought of the first time he had entered Hogwarts, his home.

'Expecto Patronum!' Harry cried, pointing his wand at the dementors. A brilliant white figure of stag came out from the tip of his wand and began to march across the street towards the black dementors which hissed and glided away helplessly to safety.

Around standing in a group were terrified muggles, a fair few who had all seen his wand being put away and felt the dementors and had heard the hiss. Nessa looked weak, pale and frightened half to death. She ran away as fast her legs could carry her, leaving Harry standing there surrounded by the muttering mob.

'See what he did?' 'I want one, mummy!' 'Hush! He might hex you, too.' 'Get the police!' 'What did he do?' 'Where'd the hiss come from?' 'I feel terribly scared, mum.' 'I won't be happy ever again!' was all Harry heard as he ran as fast as he could back to Number four, Privet drive, making sure that they didn't see him get inside. He panted heavily and slipped off his muddy shoes. He stomped his way back to his room and slammed the door. The Dursleys were in the kitchen, Uncle Vernon came trudging back upstairs and started to bang on the door.

'What did you do next, boy?' he roared angrily, Harry stomped over and opened the door.

'Nothing' he said, Uncle Vernon's face turned scarlet purple and he heard an annoyed moan.

'You did something!' Vernon insisted, this was the attitude Harry gave after Marge was blown up, 'Tell me!' Harry sighed.

'No! Those people out there are- telling lies- what are they saying?' Harry yelled.

'They are-' Vernon was interrupted when Harry slammed the door in his face. He walked quickly to his bed and sat there, angry thoughts in his head. He was breathing heavily, he felt awfully disgusting, and why did wizards need to hide from muggles? Muggles were pathetic, they didn't understand anything. It was late afternoon when Harry heard a screech come from the window and great bang on the glass.