Yeah, new chap. It is a little short, but it's really just a filler chap. I have two ideas for the next chap, and I want to ask your opinion on them at the end of the chap.

"Come, Pirate Jamison, we must fight our way out of this here treasure cave," Kelly declared as she jumped onto the bench.

Harry stood on the ground next to her. He was smiling up at her.

They both turned around when the bell rang to signal the end of recess.

"I guess we're gunna have to fight out way out tomorrow," Kelly shrugged as she jumped back off of the bench.

They started to walk towards the lines, but Kelly suddenly remembered something.

"My parents said you can come over to play one day this week," she told him.

"Really?" Harry asked. His eyes were wide and his face had lit up.

"Yeah, you just have to ask your aunt and uncle," Kelly nodded.

Harry felt the joy inside his chest die. There was no way his aunt and uncle would let him go to Kelly's house. He looked at Kelly. Her face was full of hope.

"I'll ask them tonight" he said.

"Good."

"Did you ask him, Kelly?" Shannon asked as she gave her daughter a snack.

"Yeah, he said he was going to ask his aunt and uncle tonight," the girl responded, picking up an apple slice.

"What are you going to do if he does come over?"

"Well, we might play Pirate a little, and hide-and-seek. Oh, and he has to try Oreos! He has no idea what they are! I told him they are delicious, but he doesn't think they will be, so he has to try them."

Shannon listened to Kelly ramble on. It was good for her to have a friend.

Harry watched the Dursleys' carefully through the slightly opened kitchen door.

Dudley was eating some crisps as he watched the actors move across the television screen. He occasionally wiped his hands on the couch cushion.

Aunt Petunia was reading a magazine, while Uncle Vernon had just finished reading the paper.

Harry looked back into the kitchen. He had just finished the dishes, and had mopped the floor. If there was ever a time to ask for something, it was now.

Swallowing loudly, he pushed the door open.

Uncle Vernon turned to look at him almost instantly.

"What do you want?" he sneered.

"I was wondering if I can go to a friend's house sometime this week," Harry quietly said.

"A friend's house?" Uncle Vernon snorted. "What friend?"

"She just moved here," Harry told him.

"From where? She can't be normal to be your friend" the large man chuckled.

"She's an American," Dudley spoke up. "She told the class her fathers a marine."

Uncle Vernon glanced at Dudley, then back at Harry.

"We will be going out Friday night; you can go to her house instead of Mrs. Figg's," Uncle Vernon decided.

Harry tried to mask the joy on his face, but he knew he failed horribly.

"If," Aunt Petunia cut in. "You finish all of you chores for today and Friday tonight."

Harry face fell slightly, but it was soon hardened with determination.

"You may go," Uncle Vernon dismissed him.

Harry lay in his cupboard with his head resting on his arms. He stared up at the ceiling. He had just finished his final chore for the night, and was now waiting for sleep with a smile on his face. He was going to go to Kelly's house.

"They said yes," Harry exclaimed when he saw Kelly the next day at recess. "I can go to your house on Thursday."

"Yes!" Kelly yelled, jumping in place.

"My uncle wrote this for your parents," Harry added as he handed Kelly an envelope.

Kelly took it and folded it before putting it in her pocket.

"Now come, Pirate Jamison, we have some treasure to find!"

"His aunt and uncle said yes!" Kelly exclaimed as she climbed into the car.

"That's great, honey" Shannon replied, smiling at her daughters joy.

"Yeah, and they wrote this for you and Daddy," Kelly continues, holding out the envelope.

Shannon took the envelope and looked at it before driving off.

"What does it say?" Shannon asked after Gibbs finished reading the letter.

"Apparently the family is going out Friday, but Harry doesn't want to go, so he can come over then," Gibbs told her.

"Great," she grinned. "Did they say if they are dropping him off?"

"They asked if we could pick him up from school, when we get Kelly on Friday."

"Okay. Did they give a phone number, so we can figure everything out?"

"Yeah, hand me the phone."

Harry barely registered the phone ring as he washed the dishes. He was too excited about going to Kelly's to worry about anything.

In the background, Uncle Vernon's rough voice answered, and talked for a while. He had just finished washing the last dish, and was about to start drying when his uncle called him.

"You will be going to your friend's house on Friday, after school. We will pick you up on our way home," the man told him.

Harry fought the smile that wanted to overtake his face. He succeeded until Uncle Vernon left the kitchen; then it came out full-force.

Okay, for my ideas, I just want to ask you, the readers, do you want Harry to go to Kelly's? The alternative will happen anyway, even if Harry goes, but it will happen sooner if he doesn't, and will prevent him from going. Let me know in a review. This isn't some ploy to get reviews, I really want your input. Thanks:)