Author's Note: This will be my last chapter until I take a little break, not much unlike the one between chapters four and five. Bear with me here!

In this chapter, Harry and Cordelia are going to become closer, and we'll find more about them.

Reviews are much appreciated!

Chapter Six: Number Four Privet Drive.

Number Four Privet Drive looked like a normal house at first glance. Large and square, there was a garden fence in the front with flowerbeds behind it. The place overall looked very neat and well kept, no doubt all Harry's doing.

"So who are the people who live here again?" asked Cordelia, "there are three of them right?"

"Er- yeah. There's Dudley, he's the one Hagrid turned into a pig, Uncle Vernon Dursley, he the really fat one, and then Petunia Dursley, the only skinny one," Harry replied scratching his head, "I think you'll sleep in my bedroom or the guest room, but we'll figure that out when we get inside."

"All right, here goes nothing," Cordelia said knocking on the door loudly. The door opened shortly after, and there was the fat man smiling pleasantly while he opened the door.

"He looks a little constipated," whispered Cordelia to Harry quietly, and they both burst into soft giggles.

"GET IN HERE BOY!" roared Vernon, once he realized who was on the other side of the door.

"We don' need anymore o' that Dursley, now if yeh don' mind, Cordelia here's gonna stay with you folk. Yeh don' mind, right?" Hagrid said threateningly.

"N-no we don't!" squeaked Vernon nervously, "Well, children, get inside now!"

"Yes, sir," Harry mumbled, dropping his head and taking his stuff up the stairs. It was a rather startling change from the boy who was laughing with Cordelia a few seconds earlier.

When Hagrid was ushered away, Cordelia asked, " Er-Where should I put my stuff?"

"In Potter's room of course! Do you think we're going to let you contaminate our guest bedroom with your freakishness?" yelled Vernon incredulously.

"Believe me, I want to be here no more than you want me here," Cordelia muttered while she grumpily hauled her school supplies up the stairs. This was definitely not like her parents.

After hauling their school supplies in the bedroom, Cordelia asked, "Were they always like this?"

"Yeah," Harry replied, "and I never knew why. But I always knew I was different. Once, Dudley and his gang were chasing me and somehow I ended up on the roof. And and other time, I vanished the glass on a boa constrictor's cage and it escaped. Somehow I could talk to it. It was so weird."

"You can talk to snakes too? That's so cool! Look, I bought, well er-took, a snake at Diagon Alley!" Cordelia whispered excitedly, holding up the little black snake that was still dozing peacefully on her forearm.

.: Hellooo. Wake up… you've been sleeping for hours! :. Cordelia said, shaking it slightly.

.:Well excusse me, missstress, but your arm is ssuch a delightful warmer, :. The snake hissed back irritably.

.: Sorry, er- ssnake, but you have to meet my friend Harry. He can sspeak to snakes too! :. Cordelia said excitedly.

.: Hello there, little snake. Do you have a name yet? :. Harry asked politely.

.: You're right, Harry! Our little ssnake friend hass no name yet! :. Cordelia added.

.: It would be an honor to be named by two wonderful sspeakers as yourselves :. The snake hissed, pleased that it had found such wonderful masters. Little did it know, its joy would be short lived.

.: Sso, are you a boy snake or a girl ssnake? :. Asked Harry, trying to think of some snake-worthy names.

.: I am female, if that'ss what you're asking :. She replied.

.: Hmmm, and tell uss about your past :. Cordelia said, tapping her chin.

The poor snake had no idea where her two masters were going with this, but she answered anyways. .: Well, I wass born to two black mamba ssnakes. I had four previous owners. They ended up returning me within a week because I kept biting their nestlings :.

She looked slightly confused at the two humans, who were pondering her new name.

.: Jusst don't name me "Bob" or some idiotic common name like that :. The snake requested, eager to hear what kind of power demanding name her new masters would give her.

.: Hmmm, I'd say "Jack the Ripper," but ssince you're a girl, we would have to change that to "Jackie the Ripper." :. Cordelia said out loud.

The snake's eyes widened in shock. She would not be called "Jackie the Ripper"!

.: Nah, Cordelia, you've taken the wrong approach. It should be something warm and snuggly like Snuffles, or something :. Harry protested.

.: Harry, really? What part of a venomouss ssnake says "warm and cuddly"? It hass to be something from a horror movie or something! What about "Chucky"? :. Cordelia appealed.

.: No! Tigger! :.

.: Darth Vader! :.

.: That's a boy'ss name, you dolt! Clearly her name should be Meeko! :.

.: That's a boy'ss name too, you idiot! The Wicked Witch of the West! :.

.: That's so prejudiced! Bambi! :.

.: I don't want my snake to be named after a deer! She should be Cruella De Vil! :.

.: She should be named after a villain who wants a spotted jacket? Talk about lame! Dumbo is a much better fit! :.

.: Shut up! Sshe's my snake! I ssshould name her! From now on, your name will be the Beast! :.

.: Rock, paper, scissors then! :.

.; Fine, Harry, you're on! :. Unfortunately, Cordelia used rock (as she always did, but Harry didn't know that), while Harry used paper.

.: Aarrrg! I'll hurl a boulder at you and you try defending yourself with a piece of paper!:.

.: You're just a ssore loser! Snake, your name will be Thumper! :.

.: Whaaat? Thumper? No way! I promise the next name that you pick I'll agree to! Jusst not Thumper! :.

.: Well, all right :. Harry said, smiling evilly, .: Pumba it is then! :.

Cordelia made a choking sound, but she couldn't say anything bad because of the promise she made to Harry.

When the snake, now known a Pumba, realized that she had finally been given a name, she began hissing angrily, .: Fools! How dare you give me such a pathetic name! For that I sshould bite you! My name should be something magnificent like Cleopatra! :.

The two eleven-year-olds turned to look at each other in disbelief before… laughing abruptly.

"She-she she said Cleopatra!" Cordelia managed between breaths.

"That's the most absurd name I've ever heard in my life!" said Harry, before howling with another round of laughter.

"BOY! Why aren't you making dinner? Get down here!" Vernon's voice yelled from downstairs.

"Oh, sorry, I gotta go make dinner, you can stay up here okay?" Harry said.

"It's all right. I'm used to making dinner. I can help you!" Cordelia said leaping off the bed, while wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

.: Bloody children :. Muttered Pumba, before letting out a stream of curses that she learned from her previous masters.

Dinner was done quickly since there were two sets of hand helping out. Harry looked frankly surprised that he had a place at the meal, but he didn't complain and ate more than he ever had in his whole life. As they ate, Vernon set up the ground rules for Cordelia.

"No freakishness, no spells, no getting out of the house, no television, no talking to other children, and no saying the M word. Do your chores. And when you're done, don't do ANYTHING!"

After dinner, Harry and Cordelia were forced to go upstairs while the Dursley's watched TV. Harry knew that his good luck was only conditional.

"You can have the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor," Harry persisted.

"No way! I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed!" Cordelia protested angrily.

"But I insist! Come on! It's not that bad!" Harry retorted.

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not! Or is my bed not good enough for you?" Harry asked craftily.

"N-no! Fine! I'll take it!" Cordelia spluttered. That wasn't fair. Harry used his advantage as the host to get what he wanted. Humph.

"So what do you want to do? I'm not tired yet," Harry asked after sitting around for a few minutes.

"Let's practice magic!"

"What? No way! Uncle Vernon will find out!" Harry tried, trying to find an excuse to back out.

"Fine, we'll do it when they're asleep!"

"B-but Hagrid said we couldn't use magic out of school!"

" Harry, I'll bet there are tons of muggle-borns who don't know this rule, and they're probably practicing it right now! If anyone comes and tries to arrest us, we'll just say we didn't know! And plus, you're Harry Potter! You can do anything!"

"Except for in this household," Harry muttered darkly, while Cordelia giggled awkwardly.

" Come on Harry. Things will change when we get to Hogwarts. I promise. So what do you say? Magic at midnight?"

"Yeah, sure. I guess it wouldn't hurt to get a head start…"

"Great! How about we start looking at the books?"

"Er- I dunno. What if Uncle Vernon comes up?" Harry asked.

"Well, I'm sure he wouldn't be able to do much if he did. I mean I'm sure people are looking out for you now that you've gotten your letter. The Headmaster wouldn't let you come back here if he knew how much Vernon hated magic right?" Cordelia said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, all right, but if we get in trouble, you're handling it okay? I mean people are more likely to listen to you anyways because you're beautiful," murmured Harry. After he realized what he had said, he immediately turned bright red.

"Er- well thanks, but I'm definitely not the prettiest one out there. I bet Hogwarts will be swarming with gorgeous witches. They do have a whole bunch of charms for that don't they?" Cordelia said, waving off Harry's tomato red face.

Cordelia and Harry rummaged through their books and got out The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk and A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch. Georgina also got out her copy of A Brief History of Prominent Pureblood Families, by Bathilda Bagshot and Simple Charms and Spells for the Beginner, by Adalbert Waffling.

"We should look for a light spell first," Harry suggested, "We'll need it because we can't leave the light when we're supposed to be sleeping."

"Great idea, Harry!" Cordelia exclaimed, "but we should hide the books under a blanket just incase your Aunt and Uncle come in."

"Yeah, your right as always," said Harry, trying not to blush at the reminder of the previous conversation, "Where's Pumba anyways? I haven't seen her since we named her!"

"Yeah, remind me why you chose to name my snake after a singing warthog?" Cordelia asked rhetorically, "She's probably out hunting somewhere. I didn't exactly leave her any food."

By ten o'clock, the two children had learned the incantation for a light spell and a time spell. That was when Vernon came barging in.

"Alright, you buggers! Go and brush your teeth and go to sleep, you hear!" he said gruffly.

"Alright, Dursley, will you show me where the bathroom is?" Cordelia asked through gritted teeth, her relatives were never this rude when she went to their houses!

"Right over here," he replied, pointing at a wooden door to the left.

Cordelia walked in, looking for a toothbrush and trying to find out why Harry had called her beautiful. She didn't really get what Harry could see in her, for she didn't really like any part of her appearance enough to call herself beautiful.

Cordelia gasped loudly at what she saw. In the mirror, she saw her face clearly. Gone were the drab brown eyes and dull lifeless hair. Instead she had deep, sapphire blue eyes and flowing golden hair. She was still pale, but it was a nice pearly sheen. But what the heck was with the dark blue eyes? They would seem to fit better with black or dark brown hair, but against her blonde hair, it seemed odd, but in a good way kind of odd. Like an exotic odd, after all, not many blondes had dark eyes.

Let's not get narcissist, now, Cordelia, she mused as she pried her eyes away from the reflection. Looking at her eyes again, it was hard to believe they belonged there. It made her face look darker, more mysterious. They seemed to demand respect and command. It was very intriguing. She ran a hand through her soft curls. They were real. So she guessed it wasn't a dream or illusion after all.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, she quickly brushed her teeth and rushed back to Harry's bedroom. He already set up a pillow and blanket near the door, so she had to step around him.

"Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks for being my first real friend," Cordelia said genuinely as she slipped into the bed.

"Thanks for being mine too, Cordelia. Your name is much too long though, can I call you something else?" Harry asked.

"Well, I suppose you can call me 'Lia. My family used to call me that, speaking of which, can I use your owl to send them a letter later?" said Cordelia, missing her family more by the minute.

"Wait, you never did tell me what happened and why you aren't able to go back. Did they get into an accident or something?" Harry asked, sitting up so he could listen.

Cordelia sighed and recounted her tale of being forcibly removed from her family.

"Woah, I'm sorry," Harry said, sympathetically, "at least you can visit them from the hols though right?"

"Well hopefully!" said Cordelia sighing.

"But we should pretend to sleep now, before Uncle Vernon comes in. you can sleep if you're tired, and I can wake you up later."

"All right. You're the best Harry," Cordelia said smiling softly.

They sat in silence for two hours, until Cordelia grabbed her wand from the night stand and whispered, "Tempus"

A sliver string twirled in the air, and formed the words: July 30th 1991 12:10 A.M.

"Okay, Harry, I think they're asleep now."

"Maybe we should look for a silencing spell just in case,"

"Great idea! Let's start looking! Lumos!"

"Lumos!"

Half and hour later, "Wait! Harry! Can I see your glasses? I want to try out this spell! Reparo!"

Cordelia and Harry looked at the glasses expectantly, only to be disappointed. Absolutely nothing happened.

"Er- I suppose I did something wrong?" Cordelia asked nervously.

"Well, it's okay. We should read the background material for the spell maybe," said Harry.

After reading the short section through the book, Cordelia exclaimed, "Oh yeah! I wasn't imagining what I wanted to be fixed, but what do they mean by 'any wand movement may be used'?"

"I dunno, but I guess you could try it again, right?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yeah sure. Reparo!" she imagined the glasses shinier and without any scratches on the lens.

"Good job, Cordelia! We're really getting the hang of this huh? Oh, I found the silencing charm! It says to wave your wand wherever you want the charm to go…does that mean I can silence people with this? Whatever, I won't try this on you though. Silencio!"

"I think we've done well for the first day. Let's get some sleep, Harry." Cordelia yawned.

"Okay. Night, Cordelia," Harry said, drifting off to sleep, but not before he put the books underneath his bed.

The weeks passed very quickly for Cordelia and Harry. They not only practiced spells, but they also looked at herbology, transfiguration, the history of magic, and the other subjects. The only book Harry wouldn't touch was the potions book, saying it would be boring.

Cordelia drafted a letter to her parents saying she was safe and all right, and they could use the owl to write her back. They wrote back shortly later saying that they missed her very much and to come over during the holidays.

Cordelia also forgot about her history of Purebloods book, but found it later, ushering Harry to look at it during one of their magic sessions.

"Lumos," Harry said quietly.

"Silencio," Cordelia recited perfectly.

"We never got to look at this book, Harry! Let's look up your family first!" Cordelia exclaimed, not caring about the loudness of her voice. They found the entry quickly, and read it in awe.

Potter

Orgin: English

Alignment: Light

Famous Family Members: Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Ignotus Prevell, Owner of the first Invisibility Cloak.

The Potter family is an old wizarding family that has lived in England for many years. They are a Light family, and support Muggle-Borns in the population, which is why some other families call them "Blood traitors." Despite this, the Potter name still carries much importance in the Wizarding World, because of their ancestry. The Potter Line is said to be the last living descendants of Godric Gryffindor, the renowned Hogwarts founder. Most Potters find themselves sorted in Gryffindor, as a result. An heirloom that is passed down to the Potter's is the first Invisibility Cloak, owned by Ignotus Prevell. It is also said to be one of the Deathly Hallows. The Potter Manor once was located where Godric's Hollow is, but Thiedran Potter destroyed it in 1972 to make an all Wizarding community. The Potters still live in Godric's Hollow, as they have for centuries. The Potters are famous for being highly respected jobs, mostly Aurors or Healers. They have one seat in the Wizengamot. They are related to the Black family and the Weasley family distantly. The Potters are a quite wealthy family, with a large vault in Gringotts.

"Wow Harry! That's so cool! An invisibility cloak!" Cordelia exclaimed excitedly.

"I know! And most of my family has been sorted in Gryffindor, so I don't need to worry!" Harry replied beaming.

"Lucky! I hope my family is just as cool!" Cordelia squealed, flipping through the pages.

Vixen

Orgin: English

Alignment: Dark

Famous Family Members: Most Vixens have left their own mark on history.

The Vixens are the most prominent family in Britain, and possibly the world. Vixens are matriarchic, and usually produce one female heir, as with most other Pureblood families. They are extremely rich, and it is rumored that all the money in the world would equal to fifty-percent of the entire Vixen fortune. Vixens are strictly Pureblood, and if they have an heir with a muggle, they will be disowned immediately. Many Light families consider the Vixens their enemy, as the Dark families call the Vixens their allies. Vixens hold a high position of power in the government, and they usually form the elite social circle. Their blonde hair and brown eyes being unusually beautiful usually classify Vixens. The rumors that Vixens were related to veelas are false. However, Vixens are said to be the heirs of Salazar Slytherin, but this cannot be confirmed. They do in fact posses the ability to talk to snakes, a common trait of Slytherin himself. Most Vixens are Slytherins, but some odd ones are also Ravenclaws. Never in history was there a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff Vixen. Vixens are mostly involved with Ministry affairs, indirectly influencing, but they do have two seats in the Wizengamot, as they usually do not work. Some Vixens were Dark Ladies, such as Superiora Vixen, who had the deadly wand of redwood and Nundu bone. She lived in Japan during her reign and is responsible for the effects of the muggle-known atomic bomb. The Vixen family lives in the Vixen Manor, which is unplottable and untraceable.

"Wow, you're family is really…different from mine," Harry said in awe.

"Yeah, you're right… and it said we were mostly Slytherins. That's really scary. I don't want to be a dark witch!" Cordelia sobbed.

"Don't worry, even if you're in Slytherin, I'll always be your friend."

"Really?" Cordelia said, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Yeah, really, but hurry up and go to sleep or else we'll miss the train tomorrow and be stuck here for the whole school year," Harry joked.

Oh yeah, the train ride's tomorrow, Cordelia thought nervously. She had a fitful sleep that night.

In the morning, Petunia woke them up to get changed. Without any breakfast, 4 Privet Drive's inhabitants went off to the car and to the King's Cross train station.

"Hey Harry, why does this say platform nine and three-quarters?"

"WHAT?" Yelled Vernon almost slamming the breaks.

"Uhh, never mind, keep driving," Cordelia ordered, scared for her life.

Ten minutes later, Harry and Cordelia were dropped off, with the Dursleys sniggering at them and driving off.

"Great, just great," murmured Harry.

Author's note: Hi everyone! Well that was chapter six, I hope you enjoyed it! I think I'll give this chapter some time to sink in, and so you guys can answer my questions about what you want to see (look below).

Also, this story is not going to have any pairings because Cordelia and everyone else are only eleven! Maybe during third year, I'll be more open to a relationship going on.

Lastly, I wanted to ask your opinion on who Cordelia's friends should be! Are you more open to:

1-Cordelia and Malfoy being best best friends, but having other friends on the side (Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, ect.)

2-Cordelia, Malfoy, and Blaise being best friends (like a trio) and Cordelia being good friends with Daphne, Pansy, and Tracey (they hang out from time to time)

3-Cordelia, Malfoy, Blaise, and Pansy being best friends (like in my first story) and Cordelia and the other girls just being friends.

Crabbe and Goyle will only hang out with Malfoy in public, solely for appearance's sake.

Give me your opinions!