A/N I dunno This will probably suck but oh well…lol Another child is sent to live with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia…this boy may not be as ordinary as he seems…

Walker Remington Teague walked slowly off Flight 103 British Air. The IPod in his shirt pocket blasted music in his ears. He readjusted his grip on his suitcase and hitched his backpack higher on his shoulder. He scanned the airport lobby for his Aunt and Uncle. He sneered as people glanced at him. He'd hated happy people since the death of his mother. He closed his eyes against the familiar sting in his chest. The sting happened every time he thought of his mother. Barely 34, she was gorgeous and had passed her looks onto her son, she died when her car skidded into a tractor trailer on a busy interstate. Walker was 5'4, short blonde hair and two deep blue pieces of ice for eyes, his mother had always said that if he looked at someone the right way they were sure to turn to stone. There was that sting again, he took a deep breath and started scanning the lobby again. He looked at his watch and glanced at the clock on the wall. He gave a small sound of amusement as the 5 hours time difference. He looked back up and scanned the faces again, becoming impatient. He spotted Uncle Vernon hurrying across the lobby. All he'd had of his uncle's look was an old picture that his mother had in a dresser drawer. He looked pretty much the same in the picture, big pink face; he'd guessed his uncle had gotten a little fatter. Uncle Vernon reached him and glanced at him with a slight look of disgust.

"Come on then," Uncle Vernon barked. "We are running late and I will not be kept here any longer."

With that word Uncle Vernon marched off toward the door.

Walker bit his lip, shook the sarcastic remark from his brain and followed Uncle Vernon to the car. He reached the car and opened the back door. He tossed his suitcase onto the seat next to him and sat down.

Uncle Vernon turned around in the driver's seat to glare at him. "Careful with that suit case, boy."

Walker forced his face to relax and nodded. "Yes sir."

Uncle Vernon pulled away from the curb and into traffic. "Are you always polite or are you trying to impress me?"

Walker sighed and replied, "I was raised to respect my elders, sir."

Uncle Vernon nodded. "You'll be sharing a room with my wife's nephew, Harry. Do you have a problem with that?"

Walker bit back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue. "No sir."

Uncle Vernon smiled. The smile looked unnatural to Walker. "That's good."

The rest of the ride was silent. As they pulled into the driveway of his new residence Walker felt the urge the laugh. There was a boy standing on the steps that was wide as the landing. He hoped to god that this boy was not Harry. The car lurched to a stop and Uncle Vernon got out. Walker grabbed his suitcase and backpack and followed him to the door. The fat boy was busy stuffing chocolate into his mouth as the descended the steps. Uncle Vernon stopped and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"This is my son, Dudley. Dudley this is Walker."

Walker gave Dudley a chin nod. Dudley looked at him puzzled. Walker rolled his eyes and muttered 'oh shit'. Walker followed Uncle Vernon into the house; a large woman greeted Uncle Vernon with a kiss on the cheek. She glanced at Walker and smiled.

"You aren't a troublemaker are you, Walker?"

Walker shook his head. "No ma'am."

"Harry!" Uncle Vernon bellowed so loud that Walker jumped. A skinny boy with dark hair, glasses and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead descended the stairwell. "Take Walkers bags upstairs and show him to his room."

Harry nodded and reached for Walkers suitcase. Walker held up a hand. "No problem bro. I got it."

Harry shrugged at Uncle Vernon and started back upstairs.

Walker and Harry's room was small with two twin beds, a closet, a wardrobe, a trunk and a nightstand with a small lamp.

Walker laughed sarcastically. "Home Sweet Home."

Harry smiled. "Yeah but it's better than nothing."

Walker raised his left eyebrow at him. "Who you kiddin'? Dude down there treats you like shit it looks like. Man that Dudley kid is FAT!"

Harry laughed again. "They let him do what he wants to. Everything he does gets blamed on me."

Walker raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Harsh." He sat his suitcase next to his bed and threw his backpack onto his bed. He glanced at Harry's posters and then at his bag. "You mind if I put some stuff up?"

Harry shook his head. "Go ahead."

Walker sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled out a folder with a few small posters. Walker put four posters above his bed, J.W. Hart, Justin McBride, Dale Earnhardt, and one of a demonic looking creature floating out a book with yellow horns, a red robe, and a crow sitting on its shoulder.

Harry glanced at the last poster. "What's that thing?" He asked.

Walker smiled and replied. "The Wraith."

Harry shrugged and lay back onto his bed. He picked up his book and started to read again. Walker was busy unpacking his clothes onto his bed. Various t shirts, a few pairs of jeans, another pair of boots, and many hats littered his bed.

"Where'd do I put my clothes?" Walker asked sheepishly.

Harry glanced up from his book and pointed to the wardrobe.

Walker nodded. "Thanks."

Walker threw his clothes into the drawers and lay down on his bed, glancing through his pictures. The first one was of him and his girlfriend, Atalanta. The second was of him and a group of his friends, Courtney Rhea, Adam, Hayden, Summer, Levi, Justin, Atalanta and Jewel. A wave of sorrow drifted over him. He'd probably never see any of them again. He set the group picture on his side of the nightstand. He pulled his hat down over his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.