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A/N- Hey guys! Sorry this took so long to get up, it has got deleted twice so I have had to start from scratch! Please review and enjoy!

Harry Stared down at the piece of parchment. He had never had a friend in the muggle world. The Dursleys made sure of that. And now he was going to have a friend! A real friend, and not only did he have a friend she was a wtich. It was incredible. Harry looked up at the clock on his wall. 8:54pm it read. That meant Harry had to find away out of his room now. Walking out the front door was not an option for he was sure that Uncle Vernon would put Harry back into the old broom closet. Looks like I'm jumping out a window Harry thought opening up his squeaky window trying not to make any noise for he knew that Dudley would be probably listening outside Harry's room to here anything Harry sad or did, just for an excuse to get him in trouble. Once he had the window open he took one last look around his room, and jumped landing in Aunt Petunia's good rose bush. "Argh" he muttered to himself as he picked the small thorns out of his unruly hair. As he walked towards the largest oak tree at the end of Privet Drive Harry thought of all the things he would ask Genevieve.

For a moment Harry thought he had the wrong meeting place for Genevieve was nowhere to be seen. Then he heard her voice. " Looking for someone?" she asked from a tree branch that must have been 50 feet up.

"Er- Hi. How did you get up there?" Harry asked

"Well, magic of course" she responded as though it should have been obvious. But Harry knew better,

"But how? We're not aloud to use magic outside of school! You'll be getting an owl any time now from the ministry. You're head of house won't be to pleased either" To Harry's surprise Genevieve did not look the least bit worried about this. In fact, she seemed to find it rather funny.

" Silly, Harry this is my school." Her laughter ringing like chimes as she hoped down from the tree landing perfectly on her feet.. Harry looked at her confused. School was Hogwarts. Not here. What could she possibly be talking about? Seeing the confused look on her face Genevieve sat down and patted the grass next to her "sit" she commanded playfully, and Harry sat, now deeply intrigued. " You've never seen me around Hogwarts have you?" she asked.

"Well, now that you mention it, no I havn't. Unless you're in Slytherin. We don't really socialize with them." Harry paused. "You're not in Slytherin are you?" This time it as Genevieve's turn to look confused.

"Er- no, no I'm not." A sigh of relief washed over Harry. But that still left the question why hadn't he ever seen Genevieve around Hogwarts?

"The reason you never see my around Hogwarts is because I don't go to Hogwarts." She said frowning. When Harry still looked confused Genevieve went on. "My father is a muggle and he doesn't much like magic, no not one bit. So he forbids me to go to any school. So my mother, she's a witch, and she home schools me. So the rules of magic put forth by the ministry don't apply to me. That's also why I can conjure a patronus. I'm only 13" she said smiling. Harry didn't bother to comment that at 13 he too could conjure a patrouns. He knew that some wizard familys chose to home school there children but Harry had never met anyone who was. Before he could ask anymore Genevieve opened her mouth again. "But you do go to Hogwarts don't you?" she asked eyebrows raised. Harry nodded. Genevieve's face instantly got brighter. "Oooh!" she squealed. "What's it like? I want to go there so badly but my father.. you know..."

"Oh, well its wonderful!" Harry responded eagerly. "I love it! It's my favorite place in the whole world! I wish I could spend summer holiday there." Genevieve looked in awe.

"But surely you would miss your parents if you stayed all that time?" Harry looked at her. He had never had to explain to anyone that his parents were not alive. She was a witch, surley she knew about him… and Lord Voldemort. But then he realized, she didn't go to Hogwarts so maybe she didn't know?"

"My parents are dead." He responded simply, so simply that even he was surprised at the calmness of his voice. "Voldemort killed them" he said a bit more bitterly. He waited for Genevieve to flinch but she didn't. Could she really not know about You-know – who? "You- er,, you do know who Voldemort is?" He asked still seeing the confused look on her fsace, like she was trying to figure something out.

"Of course I know who he is, just because I'm home schooled doen't mean I'm living under a rock." Genevieve responded jokingly. But Harry couldn't help but noticed that she still had a perplexed look on he face. Then suddenly her eyes widedned.

"You're Harry Potter aren't you?" she asked

"Yes." Harry nodded grinning slightly, prepared to answer all his questions. But to his relief Genevieve didn't pursue the subject.

"I would just love to go to Hogwarts someday" she said dreamily. "It's my dream you know." Harry was silent he didn't know how to respond to this. Instead he changes the subject.

"So,, you have an American accent I see?" Genevieve looked up from the grass she was now plucking out of the ground.

"Oh." She laughed "Yes I'm from America, but my mom has always loved all the scenery in England. She had visited this town once as a child and fell in love with it." Genevieve snorted. "I can't see why actually. It's very borning you know." Harry nodded and smiled, he couldn't agree more. "Anyway, so when she finally got the chance, she moved us here."

"You know," Harry started "You cast a really powerful patronus back there, you saved me."

"Any time."

"I think you would be great at Hogwarts." Harry said. Then an idea hit him. "Hey, wait a second! Come! Run away, I'll go with you we can take the knight bus to king's cross and catch the Hogwarts Express!" Genevieve looked at him, eyes wide mouth open.

"Do you mean it:

"Course I do, but it will take some planning of course..'

"Oh Harry, I would love to but my father, he would not be happy no, no not at all." She trailed off. But Harry knew she was very fond of the idea, she just needed a little push in the right direction.

"Look, Genevieve, just answer me this, do you want to go to Hogwarts?"

"Yes." Genevieve whispered.

"Well then, all we need is a plan." Harry said smiling.

A/N. Sorry, I know it was short but I really wanted to get it up for you guys to read! Please comment. What do you like? What could be better? Let me know!