Okay, here's another chapter. Sorry it's short. I'm running out of ideas. Writing from the perspective of a five year old is really difficult! I'm not sure I like this chapter as much, but I'm going to keep on truckin with this story... at least for a little while. Constructive criticism is definitely appreciated!

By the way, I don't own any of these characters... too bad.

Chapter Six

When the Dursleys told Harry He couldn't go to school or see Melanie anymore, he was crushed. He had made his first friend and now he couldn't see her anymore? He did what any other upset five year old would do: he decided to run away. He yelled to Aunt Petunia that he was going to play in the front yard and walked out the door. Instead of stopping in the yard though, he kept going, on down his street.

He felt like he'd been walking for such a long time. It was cold outside and he was thirsty and tired. He looked back, and was amazed, yet upset, that he could still see his house. He looked up at the street sign and saw that it still said "Privet Drive." Frustrated, he sat down on the ground and started to cry. A few minutes later, he got vack up, flinging his right arm out to stop himself from falling over.

All of a sudden a purple streak came racing up, stopping right in front of him to reveal a big bus. A man of about thirty stepped out of the bus.

"Hello" he said, reading off of a card, "My name is Scott Shunpike and I'll be your conductor this evening on the Knight Bus."

"What?" said Harry, stepping back. He was a little scared. The Dursleys always said that there was no such thing as magic. But what was this then?

"Aren't you a little young to be getting on?" asked Mr. Shunpike. Harry didn't say anything, but looked up with his big eyes.

"Well, come on," he continued impatiently. When little Harry shook his head, the conductor continued, "It's alright, just tell me where you want to go and I'll take you there."

Harry began to climb on board when he heard a voice from down the street yelling "Harry! Stop! Don't get on that bus!" Climbing back down the stairs, he looked around to see an old women with a cane hobbling down the street at an amazing speed.

"Excuse me Shunpike. What are you thinking taking little ones like this on that bus of yours?"

"He called us. He stuck out his wand arm. What was I supposed to do?"

"Leave." The old woman took Harry by the hand and began leading him to her house. "What are you doing out here alone Harry dear?"

"Who are you?" he asked, confused.

She got Harry two chocolate chip cookies out of a jar and a glass of milk. Her house smelled like mothballs and there were cats all over the place. "My name is Mrs. Figg," she said kindly. "Eat your cookies and let's get you home."

Mrs. Figg walked Harry back home and he was told to go straight to his cupboard, wishing he could hear what Mrs. Figg was telling Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

8

"Harry has had a run-in with the magical world," she told them.

"What?" Vernon cried, turning purple.

"Yes. He has seen the Knight bus, which is a method of transportation that wizards used when they are unable or not allowed to apparate. He was about to get on it, but I stopped him because I knew that Dumbledore would not want him to go anywhere without you two knowing, especially by magic. But you can't hide his powers from him forever. Things are going to happen, things he can't control. He'll know that something is up. Dumbledore owled me that you've taken him out of school. You have to continue his education. We don't care what school he goes to as long as he comes home every day. No boarding school. He must live with you."

"Oh, alright. We'll put him back in school," said Petunia grudgingly.

"But we'll not tell him about his magic powers, and I don't want him to have any memory of what has happened."

"You know I can't modify his memory by myself, but I'll arrange for Dumbledore to do it. You'll probably be hearing from him soon anyway," she countered, and left the house.