MOK: Wow things were more messed up then I thought. Sorry about that hopefully things are now fixed. Any way I don't own anything but Amber, her owl and the plot. Enjoy.

The silence was only broken when we finally arrived at our distention. My uncle said, "Now listen here Lanobi while we are here at the Dursleys you are not to talk unless you are talked to. Understand?"

"Yes sir," I said as my aunt and cousin got out of the car. My uncle grumbled something about my parents getting them selves killed leaving them stuck with me. I got out of the car and grabbed Yorky. I followed my relatives up the walk. My uncle knocked and the door was almost immediately it was thrown open. A skinny woman who looked to have to much neck stood in the doorway, on her left was a very fat man that had no neck. On her right was a copy of the man only shorter and a little bit bigger. I also noticed that the door hadn't been opened by any of them.

"Marx, and Amelia come in come in," the big man said calling all of us in. I continued to follow trying to keep Yorky quiet. As soon as we were inside the door was closed and I saw a young boy that was behind me. He had a mess of black hair that looked as if he had just woken up. Underneath the black tangle mess of hair his sparkling greens eyes were slightly dulled. He was skinny and it didn't help that he was wearing clothes that were three sizes to big for him. I looked back at my uncle he was introducing us.

"Well Vernon and Petunia you know us but this is my daughter Stella," he said as Amelia pulled Stella in front of her.

"This is our son Duddly," the fat man said, who I assumed to be Vernon. The woman who I also assumed to be Petunia pulled the fat boy, Duddly, in front of her.

"Oh yeah this is our niece Amber," my uncle said off handedly. They just looked at me sternly. I didn't dare say any thing. They just started to walk off.

"That's Harry," Vernon said jerking a fat finger towards the boy who stood behind me. Just then Yorky, who was tired of being hidden started hooting crazily. I tried to quite her but nothing would work. My uncle was glaring at me when the boy behind me touched my shoulder.

"I'll help her don't worry uncle no one will know," he said calmly. With that he motioned for me to follow him and I did. He walked up the stairs and walked into a small room. My eyes widened with surprise as I saw another white owl sitting there. I immediately pulled the blanket off of Yorky's cage and set her next to the other owl.

"Thank you," I said turning to face him.

"Not a problem. Hedwig has been bored my uncle won't let her out again this year," he said sitting on the bed.

"This year?" I questioned he just nodded as I looked around his room to see a book entitled "Quidditch thru the ages"

"Quidditch? Do you play?" I asked picking up the book.

"So you know about Quidditch?" He asked.

I nodded and said, "Was a chaser in my old school."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Seeker" he replied smiling. We ended up sitting on his bed talking about Quidditch for a while before my curiosity got the better of me.

"So do you go to Hogwarts?" I asked looked at the other books that were laying around along with a few pictures.

"Yes," he said.

"Cool," I said then silence filled the air. The only sound was Hedwig and Yorky. I looked at him again he was looking at a picture of a young girl that was in his hands. I was about to look away when I saw something that made me look back. Nah it's just my imagination. I thought. "Harry may I ask why you live with your aunt and uncle?"

"My parents were killed by Voldemort, when I was one," he answered pulling up his bangs reviling the lighting bolt scar.

"Wow! You're totally different that what I'd read about, but then again I didn't believe anything that Rita bi…cow wrote," I said.

"Huh?"

"Oh, my parents never liked her and didn't trust the Daily prophet so they got their information from a friend at Hogwarts. Don't know who though. I believe them more then that Rita cow. My parents said that you had a tuff year," I rambled off before I could stop.

"You could say that," Harry said as he looked out the window. I was about to say that I was sorry for bring up such a subject when, "So why are you living with your uncle and aunt?" he asked still looking out the window.

I was shocked at first but after a second I answered. "At the beginning of the summer my parents were killed in a car wreak."

"Are you sure?" he questioned looking at me.

"Yes I saw it," I said glaring at him.

"I… I'm sorry it's just for the first part of my life my uncle and aunt told me my parents had been killed in a car wreak," Harry said quickly stuttering slightly and putting his hands up.

"I can understand," I said quietly turning to look at the floor. I then added. "If I hadn't seen it, I would have thought that it was a death eater."

"Death eater, but why?"

"I don't know why? All I knew was that my parents keep moving to keep a head of a deatheater."

"Hum…so did you hear…" he started.

"Yeah, in the last letter from my parents they told me about what happened at Hogwarts with the Triwizard torment," I said as I slid to the floor. We were again silent for a minute before I broke the silence. "Maybe it was because my mother was a muggle?" I said thoughtfully.

"Maybe," Harry replied softly after a moment. I looked back up at him. He was again looking at the picture. I stood in front of him. He was so intent on looking at the picture that he didn't see me.

"So who are you looking at?" I said as I snatched the picture from him almost before he knew it.

"Hey! Give that back!" He told me. I just backed over to the owls to get a better look at the picture. It was a picture of a girl. She had slightly bushy brown hair with big brown eyes. She was wearing a black robe with a few books in her hands. She was looking at me. She didn't look too happy that I had the picture. I wasn't paying attention to Harry and suddenly I found myself tackled to the floor. We lay in a mess on the floor with the many broken toys that filled the room, and in the fall some how Harry had retrieved the picture.

"STOP MAKING SO MUCH NOISE BOY!" We heard his uncle yell.

"Sorry uncle," Harry replied.

"So who is the girl?" I asked as we got our selves untangled.

"She's my friend," Harry told me as he sat cross-legged on the floor. I just nodded. We didn't have long before Harry's aunt yelled up at us to come eat.

"I don't care Petunia! Amber is not eating that. Here I'll get the food for them," I heard my aunt say as Harry and I walked into the kitchen. My uncle and Harry's were talking in the living room and didn't hear a work of what was going on in the kitchen. Petunia just glared at my aunt then at Harry and I as she left the room.

"Honestly, I may not like you being who you are but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't eat properly," my aunt muttered as she placed to plates of sandwiches in front of Harry and me.

"But you don't," Harry started starring at the food like he had never seen it before.

"Don't young man. I won't let you eat that garbage that she wanted you to eat," my aunt said in a finale tone then left the room.

"Hum…that's the best food I've had all summer," Harry said after he had eaten the sandwich.

"You're kidding?" He just shook his head. I just sighed. "My aunt and uncle didn't use to hate magic. I think something happened."

"Lucky, mine have always hated it," Harry grumbled as we started back up the stairs.

We spent the whole night talking about Hogwarts, Quidditch, and other things becoming fast friends.