After helping Allison unpack her things, Harry retrieved several blankets and a pillow from the hall closet and dropped them on the floor in a messy pile.

"You can sleep there," Harry pointed at the floor. Allison looked at the blankets disgustedly.

"Why don't you sleep there?" Allison asked him matter-of-factly.

"Why are you so… rude?" Harry asked, finally saying his thoughts out loud. Allison looked taken aback.

"I'm rude?" she repeated angrily.

"You're like a spoiled brat!"

Allison's jaw dropped.

"For someone so famous, you are quite rude yourself," Allison retorted. She made up the blankets into a bed as Harry grumbled under his breath. As she finished she stood up. "There, I've made your bed up for you," Allison said gesturing to the blankets.

"I'm not sleeping there!" Harry growled. Allison sighed.

"Well, that was worth enough, I guess," Allison slid under the blankets on the floor. "Thanks for the entertainment, cuz," Allison said. "Night!"

Harry slammed his head down onto his pillow angrily. Allison was like a little annoying sister. But yet, she was the only family he had left now. Harry wondered vaguely why all his relatives positively despised him so. How did Allison get that scar on her head? Was she there when I got mine or did it happen at a different time? How did Allison escape Voldemort just as he had? Did her parents possess the same love as his had for her when trying to save her? And the biggest question of all, why had she chosen tonight to show up on the Dursley's doorstep?

-

The next morning, Harry awoke to a rapping on his door.

"Get up, you insufferable piece of shit, its past 10!" Dudley Dursley's deep voice boomed through the walls. Allison sat up in her blankets. Her back ached and her dark brown hair hung pitiful and limply in her face and over her shoulders in a wavy mess. She brushed it back and looked over at Harry. Dudley's voice had not wakened him up. Allison grabbed her wand out of her pajama pants and pointed it at Harry's back.

"Statictica Electrite," she muttered. A small bolt of lightning climbed its way up Harry's spine and woke him with a fright. He jumped out of bed and landed ungracefully on the floor. Allison pulled back her wand and giggled.

"What the hell is your problem?" Harry grumbled.

"One of your relatives woke me up," Allison said.

"Oh shit!"

"What?"

"I forgot about the Dursley's…" Harry muttered.

"What's wrong with them?"

"Oh, I'm sure they'd like you just fine," Harry snapped.

"What's wrong with them?"

"They don't know you're here," Harry reminded her.

"Oh, is that bad?" Allison asked. She tilted her head to the side a little which made Harry snort a bit of laughter.

"Of course, it's bad! Bet you five galleons that they won't give me dinner tonight or you as a matter of fact."

"I thought you said they might like me," Allison said. Harry pulled on a pair of black sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips and were too long and baggy.

"They don't like anyone, Allison," Harry said opening the door to his room.

"Call me Alli," Allison said as Harry led her to the stairs. Harry glanced at her in acknowledgement. Alli followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen. Petunia Dursley jumped at the sight. Vernon Dursley's face began to purple. But Dudley's expression was potentially flawless. His jaw dropped open, letting slices of bacon slip out of his fat face and fall to the floor. Alli caught his eyes traveling up and down her body excitedly. He stuck a fist down his jeans to calm himself. Alli looked away disgusted.

"Um, Aunt Petunia, this is Allison Potter," Harry said quietly. Alli smiled at Petunia. Petunia let a weak, pursed smile come through. Vernon was too angry to say a word.

"Is there something you might want to tell us, Harry?" Dudley joked staring completely and fully at Alli's chest. Harry shot Dudley an angry look. "Allison is my cousin," Harry explained. The Dursley's looked astonished. "She came in last night," Harry offered. Yet, they still remained silent. After a while, Harry glanced at Alli. "You might as well sit down and grab a plate. They'll speak up in a little bit. Their too mindless to concept the fact that you're here and they're not dreaming," Harry said dully. Alli shrugged and sat down at the table across from Dudley, who spun immediately in his seat to face her. Vernon gazed, purple faced, at Harry.

"Is she one of your kind?" Vernon asked slightly intimidated.

"Yes," Harry said stiffly taking his seat at the table. The Dursley's eyed Alli very closely that morning as she helped herself to eggs and bacon and a little bit of tea.

"H-Hi," Dudley managed to say a few minutes after she had sat down. Alli looked up.

"You talking to me?" she asked.

"M-My name's D-D-Dudley."

"That's cool," Alli said looking at the wall, uninterested. Dudley plastered a ridiculous smile on his face. Vernon looked down at the newspaper and Petunia continued to stand by the stove, cooking more food.

"I want more bacon, mum!" Dudley ordered.

"Of course, duddy-kins," Petunia smiled.

"Mum! Don't say that in front of… guests!" Dudley demanded turning red.

"Are you sure you want more bacon…duddy-kins, is it? You look rather…" Alli looked him over in all his plump and fat, "stuffed." She smiled at him.

"On second thought, mum," Dudley said just as Petunia placed 6 large slices of bacon on his plate. He looked down at the plate and then up at Alli.

"Well, you are a growing boy," Alli smirked. Dudley shrugged, glad to have Alli's approval, and stuffed 2 slices in his mouth. Harry tried to hide his laughter, unsuccessfully.

"What are you laughing at?!" Dudley exclaimed to him.

"Nothing," Harry said catching Alli's eye and smiling. "Nothing at all."

-

After breakfast, Alli followed Harry back to his room.

"They don't talk much do they?" Alli noticed once they were back in his room. Harry shrugged.

"Probably too shocked to say anything," Harry said jumping back onto his bed lazily.

"They are rather dull."

"Mmm," Harry agreed. Alli examined Harry's desk and found a letter lying open in the center.

Harry,

Meet us at Diagon Alley on Tuesday around noon. Will you? Leaky Cauldron. Don't be late.

Ron

"Are we going to Diagon Alley then?" Alli asked.

"What?"

Alli waved the letter in the air.

"Oh…yeah," Harry said.

"Well, best be getting ready," Alli smiled. Alli searched through her suitcases and pulled out dark jeans, a long sleeve black t-shirt, and a long black robe with a hood and an expensive looking gold fastener at the neck.

"Damn," Harry swore.

"'What?" Alli asked laying her clothes out at the edge of his bed.

"That cape must have cost a fortune!"

"Not really," Alli shrugged. "About 20 galleons."

"Holy shit!"

"That's not much for us, Harry. Don't be so contemptible. The Potter's have always been wealthy. Why not take advantage of it?"

Alli grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. Harry's mouth opened in shock at what she had done, right in front of him. She stood in her black bra and white sweatpants at the edge of his bed.

"Do you mind?" Harry mustered.

"Not in the slightest," Alli said with a smile. Her unpredictability was absolutely priceless in Harry's eyes. Despite that she was his cousin; his body craved what it would have if it had been Hermione or Ginny simply undressing in front of him. He shook his head and rolled out of bed.