Well Harry knew one thing: this girl was not his mother. "You..You" Harry stuttered

"Am Genevieve" she finished for him sticking out her hand for Harry to shake

"Harry" he mumbled back to her. Not bothering to take her hand.

"Is that your brother over there? Why didn't he help you fight of the dementors." she asked looking angry. Harry looked up at Genevieve puzzled at who she could possibly be talking about, then he remembered Dudley.

"Oh that's just my cousin, Dudley"

"Well he doesn't look to well" she said trying to lift Dudley up. Harry cracked a small smile.

"Don't bother. You won't be able to lift him. He weighs more than you and me put together" Genevieve sighed and seemed to give up just as Harry had instructed and with a clunk Dudley fell back to the ground.

"Oh dear. Perhaps we should call for help, or you could go back home if you wish, you look exhausted." Genevieve added quickly "I could take your cousin here to St. Mungos for you if you want."

"No no!" shouted Harry then instantly blushing for yelling at her. This girl seemed to be the closet thing to a friend he had had all summer and he wasn't about to let her go. She also might be a witch as well although he had never seen her around Hogwarts. In any case she fascinated him and he wanted a chance to talk to her. "I bet if we worked together we can lift him up and take him back to my Aunt and Uncle's house. Number four Privet Drive" He added Genevieve smiled at him, took a deep, slow breath and grabbed one side of Dudley's arm.

"Ok, on three, ready one two three!" And with that they both set of for number 4 Privet Drive.

It wasn't along walk surly not long enough for Harry to find out everything he wanted to know about this girl so he was determined to make the best of it.

"So.. you're a witch?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth Harry regretted it. Of course she was a witch how else would have been able to fight those dementors? Genevieve smiled at him and instantly Harry felt embarrassed.

"Yes" she answered smoothly as though his stupid question didn't bother her. "And of course you are too or you wouldn't have been in that predicament would you?" She was clearly trying to lighten the mood. And it was working. When Harry looked up to see that they had arrived at the Dursley's house with it's sparkling lawn and perfectly cleaned cars. "Look, why don't we ditch you're.. er.. cousin here and we can go for a walk. At that exact moment Harry could not of asked for anything more. He would finally be in contact with someone from the wizard world! How wonderful! Just then the front door opened and out stomped Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle. Harry turned to Genevieve but when he did she had vanished. Harry didn't have time to think about this any more because Uncle Vernon had just got sight of Dudley.

"What happened to my boy?!" He asked Harry angrily, as if he already knew Harry had something to do with it. When Harry didn't answer Uncle Vernon's face turned an odd shade of purple. "I'M TALKING TO YOU BOY! I WANT TO KNOW AND I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU DID! OH NOW DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT I KNOW YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS!" Harry didn't know what to say or how he was supposed to explain dementors to the Dursley's all whom, except for his Aunt had never been exposed to even a drop of magic. Just then the front door opened yet again and out stepped Petunia, Harry's aunt.

"Now, Vernon what are you yelling at, what will the neighbors-" she had stopped. As soon as her eyes set on Dudley she started to cry. "Dud-Dud-Duddykins!" she stumbled over to him her words slurring as tears flowed down her cheeks. "What happened to you baby?" she asked cradling him like an infant. Harry had no idea how anyone could actually hold Dudley without falling down every few seconds from his weight. But somehow Aunt Petunia managed without even a sign of pain on her face.

It took about 10 minutes before Dudley could function normally again, and as soon as he did both Vernon and Petunia began to drill him with questions.

"Tell us exactly what that boy did to you." Uncle Vernon said glaring at Harry.

"Where does it hurt Diddykins?" asked Aunt Petunia. Finally, Dudley said,

" I-I-I don't know what happened..all i know is that he pointed that thing at me and threatened me with it. Then everything went black and cold, I couldn't see anything though. But i think he could." Dudley finished drawing in a sharp breath witch caused Aunt Petunia to jump.

"So, you used magic did yer boy?!" asked Uncle Vernon with a sly smile starting to grow on his face. That place you go to isn't gonna be to happy when they here what you did to my boy!" For the first time since the attack Dudley spoke directly to Harry.

"What did you do to me?" he asked. Harry's heart leped a bit this was Harry's chance to explain to the Dursleys what really happened. But, would they understand? Would they want to know? Would they even believe him?! He didn't know but he figured it was worth a shot.

"Well you see in the wizarding world-"

"I told you not to talk about that freak place in my house!" shouted Uncle Vernon slamming his fist on the table.

"You're right, sorry" said Harry just trying to make peace so he could finish his story. "You see, my lot have things called dementors. They suck the happiness out of them but muggles- er i mean normal people can't see them" He stopped to watch the horrified looks on his family's faces. "Anyway," Harry started again " They came and attacked me and your Duddykins here, and if it wasn't for me he would be dead." Harry smirked. as Aunt Petunia whimpered.

"DON'T LIE TO ME BOY!!! I'M NOT A BLOODY IDIOT!!!" Shouted Uncle Vernon but was immediately silenced by Petunia.

"Vernon, he's telling the truth. Lilly told me about them once." she said in a faint voice. "Oh well! No matter" she said snapping back to reality. "You shall spend the rest of summer holiday locked up in your bedroom. I'd say that sounds fair wouldn't you Vernon?" Uncle Vernon nodded his head once. And with that Harry went up to his bedroom.

As soon as he got to his bedroom Harry flopped down on his unmade bed, closed his eyes and replayed the nights events in his mind. When he opened his eyes, there stood the most beautiful owl Harry had every seen (besides Hedwig of course). The Owl had a tag on that read the name:Jessie. Also around her neck was a letter addressed to Harry himself. As Harry went to untie the letter, he thought of the possibility's of who might be writing to him. This could not be the Weasley's owl. Could this be a letter from Sirius? He always changed owls often because he was on the run. Perhaps it was from Hermione she didn't own an owl so maybe she just bought one? Harry opened the letter and read it to himself.

9 o'clock behind the big oak tree.

See you then,

Genevieve