Chapter 2
Something in Harry told him to believe what this girl was saying.
"Ok I believe you, and hold on a second what do you mean help me...help me with what?"
"Well I'm an empath among other things and I can feel your pain, sadness and guilt and by the look of your arms I'd say that you've started cutting yourself, so I want to help you."
Hurriedly Harry pulled his sleeves down and looked away. Ashamed
"Hey, hey, hey come on now it's nothing to be ashamed of, now why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?"
So he did, he told her everything about Voldemort, the Dursleys, his fame and how he hated it, being a parseltongue, Sirius, the Tri-Wizard Tournament and oddly enough the prophecy because he felt he could trust her. After explaining he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Talking really did help he mused to himself.
"Wow you've really got it rough" she said while thinking for a 15-year old he really did have a lot of burdens. "Well since I'm going to be helping you, I think you should come live with me because, I have magical wards up so no one can find us, and I also I can help you with you're grief because I've been through it five times, and I no an empty magic school where I could help teach you magic without using a wand cause I can feel you're powerful and if you have that power inside in you eh not use it…eh?"
"Okay", he said and packed everything he owned to be ready to depart.
After seeing the rags he had the nerve to call clothes, Danni said "First step to helping you is to buy you new clothes."
And with that they flamed away.
Miles away in Scotland, Albus Dumbledore woke up to the sounds of Privet Drives alarms going off informing him that Harry Potter was no longer there.