Hi guys- here's chapter four. Sorry they keep being so short! The next one will be longer, i promise. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, keep 'em coming!

Chapter Four

As he taped up his glasses back in the cupboard, little Harry decided that maybe he liked there. He could play in his magic world without getting in trouble, and weird things didn't happen very often when he was in there. He knew he wasn't magic, but he wished so hard he was. Then he could make everybody be nice to him.

The next day at recess, Dudley and his friends were teasing Harry again. "Leave me alone!" He said, trying to get them to go away. But they wouldn't stop. Suddenly a girl Harry had seen but never talked to before pushed through the boys and stood next to Harry.

"Go away meanies!" she yelled, startling the boys.

"Why should we?" asked one of them.

"Because if not I'll tell the teacher and you'll have to sit in time out!" the little girl replied defiantly.

"C'mon guys, let's go," said Dudley. "She's got cooties anyway." With that the boys turned around and went to play tag on the other side of the playground, leaving Harry alone with the strange girl.

"I'm Melanie," she said to him.

"I'm—"

"Harry Potter, I know" she interrupted him. "Do you wanna be friends?"
"Okay," said Harry, a little shyly.

Harry and his new friend spent recess playing tag and hide-and-seek and he went home from school that day content. This had been the best day he could ever remember, and he couldn't wait to see Melanie again tomorrow.

The Next Day at Recess

"My mommy says you're famous," said Melanie suddenly.

"What?" asked Harry, confused.

"Yeah," she said if you were anybody else you would've died with your mommy and daddy. But all you got is a scar."

"Oh. Why does that make me famous?" Harry was really confused now. His parents had died in a car crash for goodness sakes!

"She said you're the only one ever to survive something like that."

"Whatever," said Harry, anxious to drop the subject because he felt like they were talking about two different things. He knew his parents died in a car crash and lots of people had survived those. C'mon, Uncle Vernon was in one just last week, and he was just as alive as ever. "Let's play tag."

"Okay!" Mel agreed. "You're it!"