Okeydokey, here's chapter seven. Sorry it took so long to write, life's been crazy. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

By the way, I don't own any of these characters yet except little Melanie and her mommy, but when i take over the world they will all be mine!

haha just kidding.

Chapter 7

Dear Vernon and Petunia,

I hope this letter finds you well. Mrs. Figg has explained yesterday's fortunate occurrences to me. While I agree with her that you should tell Harry of his background before his eleventh birthday, I respect your wishes and have modified Harry's memory so that he will remember everything only as a dream.

I suppose you have also guessed as to the identity of your lovely neighbor. She is not, however, a witch, but a squib. She cannot do more than basic magic and I have asked her to move into your neighborhood in order to help ensure Harry's safety. I must request that you use this lady as a babysitter whenever you are in need of one. She will take excellent care of Harry and, as I fear that difficult times lie ahead, it is the best thing to do for now.

As to whether or not you tell Harry his identity or that of Mrs. Figg, I leave the decision up to you, but I strongly suggest that it is done soon.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

"Well," said Petunia, "remember what happened last time we tried to go against Dumbledore's wishes."

"Yes, yes," grumbled Vernon in reply. "But we won't tell him what she is. What was the word? Squid?"

"Squib I believe," corrected Aunt Petunia, looking at the letter again. "Yes, that's it. But whatever she is, she's bad news."

"She'll probably curse us all. She's probably in cahoots with all those cults from five, six years ago," and with that, Vernon got up and went to Harry's cupboard to see if this old crackpot's 'spell' had actually worked. "Wake up boy!" he shouted through the keyhole.

"Yes sir," he said groggily then, "What's a knight bus?"

"What?" his uncle roared, worried that Harry remembered what had happened.

"N-never mind," little Harry stammered. "I had a dream about one last night."
"Whatever," he grumbled, satisfied with the answer, and stalked off.

A couple of weeks later, Petunia announced at the dinner table that both Harry and Dudley would be going to a new school, St. Anthony's. Dudley, who didn't know about Harry or little Melanie, whined and complained. "Why? I like my school."

"We don't want you to have to be around the riff raff Harry calls his friends," explained Uncle Vernon with a nasty look at Harry.

"Melanie's not riff raff! She's my friend! Why do I have to change schools?" Harry was whining too.

"Don't argue with us boy!" Vernon said angrily. "We know what we're doing."

"It's not fair!" shouted the two little ones at the same time. Then, shooting each other dirty looks, they both stalked off to their rooms.

Harry didn't understand why his aunt and uncle thought Melanie was bad. She never had to go to time out and she always had the right answers in class. Plus little Harry thought she was really pretty, but he was too nervous to tell her. He decided to call his friend and tell her what happened.

"Melanie's Mommy?" he asked when she picked up the phone, "This is Harry. Can I talk to Melanie please?"

"Sure Harry, let me go get her," replied Mrs. McGonagall warmly.

Melanie came to the phone a minute later and Harry told her what happened. "My aunt and uncle are making me change schools. They don't like you or your mommy so I'm not supposed to talk to you guys anymore," he said, beginning to cry a little bit.

"Why don't they like us?"

"They won't tell me."

"Oh. Well, I'm glad you told me. Do you think we can still be friends?"

"I don't know. We can try."

"Okay, bye Harry."
"Bye Melanie."

Yes, it's short, but i like them that way. When i try to make them long they get draggy.