Disclaimer: Not mine, JK, I'm just playing with them!

A/N: Second chapter up and running! Should shed some light on what happened in the last chapter. I hope it wasn't too confusing!

Chapter 2: Confused

Harry awoke to the smell of hot buttered toast and the distance sound of clattering cutlery. He rolled over in the soft, downy bed and was about to go back to sleep, when a thought drifted into his head:

Where the hell am I?

His eyes sprang open and he sat up in bed in one quick movement. He was inches away from deep green eyes that mirrored his own.

Slowly, he leaned back to see who the eyes belonged to. A seven year old girl stared back at him with great curiosity, moving forward as he leaned back. Soon, their noses were touching and all Harry could see were those green eyes again, those haunting green eyes.

"Kirsty! What did I tell you?"

The girl looked up and towards the doorway; Harry followed her gaze, seeing a young woman leaning against the doorframe, watching the girl's every move.

"Kirsty?" She asked again, as the girl crawled off the bed and walked towards her. Kirsty looked straight at her eyes, and the young woman nodded.

As Kirsty ran out of the room, she closed the door and sat down on the edge of Harry's bed. He stared at her with the same curiosity Kirsty had studied him. The first thing he noticed was her greeny-yellow eyes. They were just like a wolf's, like Lupin's on a full moon, but there were human emotions in these. Her skin was pale, made even more so by her dark brown hair that had been tied back in vain. Grey strands kept falling into her eyes and she was continuously brushing them back. Her clothes were just like the ones he had seen on many people, Magical and Muggle alike. Black trainers, jeans with frayed ends from too much wear, a black T-shirt saying 'I'm with the band'. Two things stood out though: her necklace with a pewter carving of a wolf and an ankh tattooed on her wrist. His study of her was interrupted when she said,

"Sorry about Kirsty. She's a telepath and doesn't know when not to use her power…God, I'm so rude, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Niamh Carlisle," and with this, she extended her hand. As Harry shook her hand, he noticed her silver ring with a pentagram on it.

"I'm H…"

"Harry Potter. Yes, I know. Well, it's hard not to with your scar."

"Ummm…thanks?"

"Look, I have a favour to ask you. And if you don't agree to it, I will not let you leave this room until you are well enough to leave the house permanently. OK?"

"Well, it depends on what it…"

"Don't worry, it's not anything horrible. Just don't tell anyone about the war with Voldemort. To most of the children here, excluding a few of the older ones, he has never existed."

"Oh!" Harry breathed a sight of relief. "I can do that. It will be nice to believe he doesn't exist, just for a while."

"Good, then…"

"WOLF!" A voice shouted from down the stairs.

"And that is my cue to leave." Niamh said, standing up and heading for the door. "Sorry, Harry. I promise I'll come back later and explain everything!"

And with that, she walked out of the room, locking the door behind her.

There's no need to do that, Harry thought, it's not as if I can go anywhere. He then rolled over and drifted into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

A/N: Second chapter up and running! Nearly killed me...but there you go! R&R on your way out please, and I'll speed up chapter 3! (btw, i hav my GCSEs soon so after the next chapter, please be patient!)