KENYAS POV

Was that Harry Potter? I think wildly. Dudley rolls his eyes at the boy who just ran upstairs.

"Dun' worry 'bout Harry, he's a moron." He says, reaching over and adjusting one of the flowers he's put in my hair. "here, let's go on a'forethe movie starts."

"Harry...?" I say, still not quite beiliveing my eyes. I'd seen Harry before, in Hogwarts when I came to visit Father, although I don't think he'd ever noticed me. He's a year younger than me, so he'll have just finished his fourth year.

"Yea, Hary Potter. He's my cousin, he won't be 'ere long, jus' for th'summer. he goes to reform school." Dudley explains. I nod slowly.

"Reform school..." Does Dudley know? I wonder. He should, right? The families of muggle-borns are usually told about Hogwarts, and I guess that these are the people who raised the boy-who-lived after his parents died. I never thought it could be them, they seem so normal, except Mrs. Dursley when she's being nosy.

"Ah, forget about 'im, we're gonna miss our movie." Dudley interupts my thoughts, and holds out his hand for me. I smile and take his hand. For the moment, I decide to put thoughts of Harry Potter out of my head, though that's easier said than done.

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Flashback: one month earlier

On the second day of the rest of my life, I recieved an invitation to the Dursleys home.

"'An this 's my crew, Jim, Drake an' Eric." Dudley pointed to each of the boys in turn, although i immediately forgot which is which. It didn't seem to matter anyway, as they all seemed to respond in unison.

"Hey." "Hey." "Whassup." The crew greeted me offhandedly, after sizing me up for a minute. I gave them a nervous wave.

"Alright, boys, Kenya, I've brought drinks!" Mrs. Dursley interupted, coming in from the kitchen with a stack of styrofome cups and a pitcher of lemonade. I quickly stood up to help her, but she shushed me and directed me to sit back on the couch.

Though I'd only met Dudley the day before, he had apperently told his mother good things about me, as her judgemental attitude from before had vanished completely, replaced by a cooing affection id only ever seen my father express for Mrs. Norris. Apparently being Dudleys friend had its atvantages. Now i was sitting in her dining room, sipping from a cup of lemonade and listening to Dudleys friends chat amicably about their adventures at school. They seemed to communicate through a series of grunts and flexing their muscles. Occasionally Mrs. dursley would peep through the door, and duck back when she noticed me watching her.

"So, Kenya, do you have any plans for the summer?" One of the crew asked me suddenly, in perfectly clear English devoid of any grunting whatsoever. I blinked in suprise.

"Oh, no, well I mean, I just got here..." I said uncomfortably "I suppose I'll be settling in and getting ready for school."

"Really Kenya?" Dudley asked, shaking his head in mock sadness "Did'n know you was such a nerd, yeah." I flushed and stared into my lemonade. The other three members of the crew grunted at each other. The one that spoke before took the time to dump his entire glass of lemonade down his throuat and wipe his mouth on the back of his hand before he turned to me again.

"Perhaps you should spend your summer with us, Kenya. I have a sister a year younger than myself, if you hope to make some female friends." he said in the same clear accent as before. i thought this was the one called Eric.

"She been homeschooled." Dudley said to them. "she needs our help a'fore she turns into a nerd." The one I thought might be Jim raised his head and gave me a distasteful look.

"Ah-dun-thk-s-sble-tuh-ks-js-c-yah-goha-krsh"" He mumbled. Or at least thats what it sounded like to me, although the others seemed to understand him. Eric and Greg laughed uproriarsly and Dudley turned bright red.

"I do not!" Dudley prostested

"...Don't what?" I asked queitly. Greg winked at me and sipped his lemonade. He hadn't said anything yet. "what?"

"Have a crush on you." Eric translated. "Except that he clearly does, in fact, have such feelings."

"More lemonade!" Mrs. Dursley cried, hurrying in. The crew groaned. I laughed, not particularly suprised for once. Apperently I was the onlyone who had noticed her watching us.

"I'll help!" I said quickly, standing up. I was glad to have something to do other than sit there and try to hide under the table. Mrs. Dursley handed me the pitcher and backed off, presumably to resume her spying.

Dudley was still glaring at jim, but Eric seemed to find it hilarious and Greg was watching me intently with a mischevious smirk on his face. I took the lemonade and moved to pour some for Eric.

Suddenly i felt a hand push on the small of my back, and a foot shoot out to trip me, and I fell with the lemonade directly onto Dudleys lap, drenching us both. I gasped and my hands flew up to hide my face.

"Oy!" Dudley leapt up, grabbing me and heloing me stand. "Kenya, you ok?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..." I whisper, embarresed. (A/N: just imagine kenya is doing like a cutesy anime blush for the rest of this scene ok?) "Someone pushed me!"

The other three turned around to look at Greg, who was quietly sipping his drink.

"Fer-sm-'t dn g'arsh ya z-din er a lo" Jim mumbled. I thought I was getting the hang of this: he was making fun of me because I was still hanging onto Dudley after being drenched in lemonade. I quickly let go and shoved my hands into my pockets.

"Man, this 's stupid." Dudley grumbled. "Imma go wash up."

"Kenya wants to come!" Greg suggested, smirking. Dudley decided that this was an appropriate time to grab him in a headlock, which I couldn't disagree with. Eric and Jim jumped and and tried to pull them apart. A loud argument resulted, consisting mostly of angry grunts from all parties.

For the moment, I just stood apart from them, with my hands in my pockets, lemonade dripping off my nose, watching Mrs. Dursely rush in with a worried look on her face and shout soemthing about her carpet, and four red faced boys being scolded about the carpet, Dudley shouting at Greg, and I grinned widely. I hadn't had many friends in my life, and sure, Mrs. Dursley was weird and Eric could use a bath, and I was still going to get back at Greg for pushing me down, but, at that moment, I decided that I might not mind being a muggle all that much.

(End Flashback)

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What in the holy hell is Harry Potter doing here? I pick at one of the flowers, pulling peices out and throwing them on the floor. Variations of that same thought have been rolling around in my head since i saw him, with no new insights forthcoming. I want to ask Dudley, but somehow I get the feeling it's a bad idea. He's not a big fan of magic, from what I've seen...

Dudley looks at me curiously. "Whas' wrong?" he asks. I shake my head. "Do ya still wanna go to th' movie?"

"Oh, yes, I do!" i assure him. Even this can't discourage me from seeing a movie. I'd never seen a movie before i got here, and I was so thrilled about seeing my first one that the first time we went to a movie I tried on every outfit in my closet three times and missed the entire forst half of the movie. Since then Dudley has made it a point to take me out to a movie at least six more times, and I've permantently resolved to be a movie star when I grow up, much to my new friends amusement. "Just, let me go to the bathroom first, all right?" I say.

"Kay." he says, and I give him a quick peck on the cheek before I run up the stairs, following where I'd just seen Harry Potter dash off to. I throw open the first door- Dudleys room. The second one- a closet. The third doors the charm- he's there, sitting on the bed, looking at something in his hand. I let out a shaky breath. So it wasn't an illusion after all.

"Ahem." I clear my throat. He looks up and sees me. He quickly stuffs the letter into his pocket, and stands up to greet me.

"Oh, hey Kenya." he says. "What can I do for you?"

I look him in the eye. "That depends. Are you really the Boy-Who-Lived?"