A/N: Hi! I'm back! Warning, slight mention of physical, emotional, and mental abuse. If u get the Dumbledore reference, I'll give some virtual cookies! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I-

Harry: wait a minute! I thought this story was about me?

Me: WHERE THE HELL ARE U ALL COMING FROM! FIRST ANNE, NOW U! GET BACK IN THE STORY NOW! OR WHERE EVER U CAME FROM!

Harry: I just wondering why I was taking a backseat in this chapter… sorry.

Me: no1 knows Anne yet. The all the chapters before Journey from Nine and Three Quarters happened, okay? The next chapter pretty much doesn't involve you at all.

Harry: well, that sucks.

Me: I know. Now, back to where u came from.

Harry: Here's the story folks! Enjoy!

Me: Harry! Also I don't own Harry Potter or else I could make him go back to where he came from…..

Chapter 2: Friendship and Magic

Over the next ten years, Harry Potter had only one friend, Annie Black. They met when they were 5 and in preschool. Harry was sitting alone on the school playground's bench. Harry looked at the lunch his Aunt and sighed. It was a moldy ham and cheese sandwich, an apple core and outdated warm milk. A girl his age was walking towards him. Her flame-like curly red hair reached her shoulders and had the bluest eyes Harry had ever seen. She wore a light blue t-shirt, a jean skirt and black boots. She sat down next to him and saw his lunch. Years later Harry would say he was in love with her the moment he saw her.

"Are you really going eat that? Don't you have anything else to eat?" The girl asked concerned.

"No, and no" Harry said sadly. The girl held out half of her sandwich to him.

"Here. I'll spilt my lunch with you."

"No, it's ok. I'll be fine. Enjoy your lunch."

"I won't take no for an answer." Harry shook his head. "Fine. I'll just sit here like this until you take it."

Harry sighed. "Fine." He took the sandwich and took a bite. 'mmmm peanutbutter and jelly. Yummy' "Thanks."

"No problem. Oh! I'm Annabeth Kathrina Rose Black. But you can call me Annie." Annie held out her hand. Harry took it and shook it.

"I'm Harry James Sirius Potter, but call me Harry. Aren't you afraid my cousin, Dudley will beat you up?"

"You mean the fat pig over there playing with the rat looking boy?" Annie pointed toward Dudley Dursley and Piers Polykiss. Harry nodded. "No." Annie held out a large cookie and Harry took it.

"Why not?"

"'Cause he's not scary. The world does not revolve around him. Hey, you wanna see something cool?"

"Sure." Annie closed her eyes and her hair changed from red to black. "Wow! You a freak like me!"

"What do mean freak?"

"I just meant you can do weird things to! I can talk to snakes and I can hear what people are thinking sometimes! I've gotten better at blocking people out; I don't wanna know what they're thinking."

"Oh! I can talk to dead people and sometimes I see things that's gonna happen! I can look like anything I want to, if I concentrate hard enough. And when I get mad I make fire sometimes." She closed her eyes and her hair turned red again. '"We're freaks together!" She smiled at him. From that moment on, they were the best of friends.

Up until Anne was 8, she always had accidents and her Uncle Regulus always fixed her up. Harry was sort of glad she had so many accidents. She fixed the cuts, bruises, and broken bones his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon created. He made Anne swear never to tell anyone when she found out. Anne always brought extra food for him because as Anne said "You're WAY too thin! Stupid Dursleys! You sure I can't set them on fire? Nothing life threatening, just to scare them a little."

She loved music and listened to the radio whenever she could. Her uncle Regulus made her take piano lessons, which she could play well, and taught her French, Latin, Sign language and Spanish, which she taught Harry. They taught themselves Morse code so they could talk in class without the teacher knowing. They talked about everything: her parents, music, school, stories her uncle told her.

Anne had two fathers; one who wasn't allowed near her because he was a werewolf, the other one was in prison for something he didn't do. Her dad never got a trial and was just chucked into Azkaban for life. Her uncle did everything he could to get him out; he couldn't free him, let alone get him a trial. Annie had a sister, but hadn't seen her since she was a baby. Hermione, her sister, was with her grandma, Kathy Lupin, the night Mrs. Lupin was murdered. Before they found out what happened though, the police found the scene and took Hermione away to an orphanage. Anne would do almost anything to get her family back together.

Uncle Regulus would tell her stories about the Marauders. He told her that her parents were Moony and Padfoot, and that Harry's were Prongs and Tiger. Wormtail, Snivellus, Persephone, Flower, Blackwing, Bambi, and Simba were also Marauders. They played pranks, protected each other, and were the best of friends. But due to a manipulative old man, they were torn apart. Some were killed, some went missing, one lost their freedom, and two went crazy. Annie said they were the next generation of the Marauders and they would get revenge for the older generation of Marauders.

When Harry and Anne were 8, Anne found some old schoolbooks that were her dad's. Harry was lying in a small clearing in woods that were around Little Whinging. Anne came running towards Harry with her arms full of books.

"HARRY! Harry! Look at what I found!" Anne shouted. She dumped the books near Harry and sat next to him "I think we're magical! Look! Wingardium Leviosa!" She waved her hand pointed at a rock. The rock floated up a foot and fell to the ground. "You try! Just wave your hand, point at the rock and say wingardium leviosa." Harry gave her a skeptical look.

Harry waved his hand and said "Wingardium Leviosa!" The rock floated a few inches then fell heavily to the ground. "Wow! Did that really happen?"

Anne smiled. "Of course! Cool, huh?"

"Yeah." Harry picked up one of the books. Potions for Beginners. "If we read these, do you think we could learn the spells and potions?"

"Well, that's what I was thinking. You want to?"

Harry's eyes sparkled and he said "Heck yeah! Maybe there's a spell I can use to unlock my cupboard!"

Anne's face fell for a second then brightened, "Maybe we could learn the healing potions! Then I won't have to sneak Uncle Reggie's potions! I already know some of the healing spells!"

From then on they read the books and taught themselves the spells and potions on their own whenever they could. Harry found some books on Wizarding World. Anne found healing books and said that when she grew up, she wanted to be a Healer. Harry said he wanted to be a teacher of an Auror.

About three months before Harry and Anne were to turn 11, Regulus told Anne to stay away from Harry.

A/N: oooo! A little cliffhanger!

Anne: *sigh* u know, u could update today…

Me: No, I can't! I need to finish writing chapter 3!

Anne: u rn't gonna comment on me being here?

Me: nope. I figure u'll go away eventually…

Harry: haha. Good luck with that theory.

Me: *sigh* ur not going away either, r u?

Harry: What do u think?

Me: no…. one can only hope…..