A/N: Surprise surprise! I bet you didn't expect me to update this quick after releasing the first chapter! And if you did... damn, I got some pressure on me!

I am very happy for the response I got. Even though, as usual, I feel that 9 reviews on 36 likes and 13 favs is a little few I just hope I will get more in the future. Last chapter was a simple introduction chapter after all so perhaps this chapter will get more.

Also, I got one review I would like to answer:

sisno2200: Don't worry. I won't make Harry become Dumbledore and Voldemort in a 11 year old body. Even though he have some control of his underage magic and is showing promise, he won't become overly powerful to start with. What's been said so far is that he have the potential to surpass the above mentioned gentlemen. Fair enough, Harry will use his head a little bit more but you have nothing to fear. I hope this satisfied you and made you worry less about that.

Now, It is time to get back to my story! =)

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Chapter Two: My first real friend

"Happy Birthday!"

Harry sat up in his bed with a start, just as the door to his room opened and in stepped his aunt. In her hands, she held a small birthday cake. Behind her, Harry's cousin Dudley was walking with small wrapped up box in his hands. Harry felt his heart swell with happiness. He never got much for his birthday. Since his "bad" uncle were the one who was handling the households economy, Petunia had to get him what she could with her own savings, which weren't much since she also had to buy the households food supplies with them. Vernon had insisted that this was the price to pay for keeping Harry in the house. If Petunia wanted to have her "freak of a nephew" in the house, then she would be the one to pay for him. Harry didn't really mind, but was always just happy for all he could get.

Dudley, while taking after his father in many aspects, such as his selfishness and how many pounds he put on per year, still had somehow gotten at least a tiny bit of understanding towards Harry from his mother. Though the two cousins did not play much together, at least he left Harry alone and didn't complain about everything Harry got.

As Dudley sat the small box down on Harry's bed, aunt Petunia walked over to the grinning boy and bent down so the cake, which held 11 candles tightly pressed together on it's small space, was on the same level as Harry's face.

"Now, blow out the candles and make a wish Harry!"

Harry didn't wait. He took a deep breath and blew with all his might at the cake, causing the 11 candles to go out. He then closed his eyes and willed his wish to come true, over and over again. He kept repeating his wish in his head until his trail of thought was interrupted by his cousin.

"I don't get how you can just sit there with your gift in your lap and not open it."

Harry opened his eyes to find Dudley staring longingly on the present that still rested untouched in his lap and laughed. No doubt was Dudley hoping that Harry would let him open it if he himself didn't do it. Like tht was ever going to happen! He grabbed the box and tore at the wrapping paper, causing it to fall of. Inside, Harry found a small, rectangular box which he curiously opened. There, inside the small box, rested what looked like a locket. He picked it up and looked at it with confusion written all over his face. While he didn't particularly dislike living here, he couldn't remember any moment from his life here that would be worth putting in a locket. With a mix of confusion and curiosity, Harry clicked the locket open and gasped. Inside was a picture of a auburn-haired woman, standing next to his aunt and smiling brightly while aunt Petunia looked a little bothered by being the picture. It didn't move, like the wizarding photos that Uncle Sev had showed him, but Harry vaguely recognized the red-haired woman. It was his mother!

"That was taken during Lily's and James wedding." Petunia said, a little embarrassed at her own antics in the picture. "I didn't know what to give you now that you are going into the magical world, but I was looking through an old photo album the other day and found this. I thought you might like it."

Harry was too stunned to say anything. He looked up from it just in time to hear Dudley mutter something about "boring" and walk out of the room. He then switched his gaze to his aunt, who looked at him, expectantly, waiting for his reaction.

"Thanks! I will always have it with me!" He said, still with surprise written all over his face.

Petunia let out a sigh of relief that her nephew liked the photo and then stood up. She would need to have breakfast ready soon or Vernon would be grumpy all day, not to mention she did not want to disapoint Harry on his birthday. While she was still warry of her nephew slightly, she had come to realize that he wasn't actually much different from her own Dudley. Only real difference, aside from parentage, was that Harry could make things fly whenever he wanted to.

"I'm glad you like it. I'll go get breakfast ready. Feel free to come down whenever you wish." Petunia said as she went over to the doorway.

"Oh, and I think Snape is coming by soon so you might want to get up." she said before disapearing down the stairs.

Hearing that his favourite uncle was on his way, Harry kicked off the bed blanket and jumped to his feet before walking out in the corridor and into the bathroom to get freshed up. Today was the day! Today, he would get his Hogwarts letter and would get to go to Diagon Alley and see the magical world for himself! Uncle Sev had told him so many stories about his own childhood and how wonderful Hogwarts was! Or well... Sev hadn't said it was wonderful exactly but to Harry that's what it all sounded like! There were so many things he wanted to see and so much to learn, he could hardly wait to get to finally go!

When he had freshed himself up, he went to his room and picked out one of the few t-shirts that wasn't hand-me-down from Dudley. Due to her rather restricted economy, Petunia hadn't been able to buy him that many real clothes and so he had to put up with stuff that Dudley had eaten his way out of (literally). However, he did have 3 complete set of his own clothes, which he saved for special days, such as when he knew he would get magical visits or for occasions such as his own or Dudley's birhtdays or christmas.

As he made his way downstairs, he could here voice come form the kitchen. Recognizing that there was one more voice than there should be, Harry hurried out into the kitchen.

"Uncle Sev!" he grinned at the sight of the black dressed wizard.

Severus smiled at Harry and reached out with one of his hands to pat the boy's head. Harry immedieately tried to duck but failed as Severus just redirected his pat and Harry groaned as the man ruffled his still wet hair.

"Happy Birhtday Harry!" Severus said with a smile tugging at his lips.

In his mind, Severus wondered what it was about Harry that made him smile all the time. He rarely smiled when he was around others, but with Harry he almost always smiled. Perhaps that happy attitude of Harry's was contagious?

"Thanks! When are we going?" Harry immediately wanted to know.

Severus chuckled. Just as impulsive as his parents. Lily had also been overly eager to get to Diagon Alley. Severus reached inside his robes to try and dig out the letter for Harry while Petunia served the birthday boy a load of pancakes for breakfast. However, Harry ignored the pancakes and kept looking at Severus expectantly. Seeing that his cousin didn't move to touch his pancakes, Dudley reached out to try and steal some from his cousin's plate.

"Here you go." Severus said and fished out Harry's Hogwarts letter, which the boy took with enthusiastic hands and tore open to read.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

After Harry had read the contents of the acceptance letter, he looked up at Severus again. Realizing that Harry still wanted an answer on his question, Severus leaned back and said:

"We will be going after you have had your breakfast. But before we go, I would like to talk to you about something. Now eat up."

Harry nodded his head and turned towards his plate... only to find it empty. He looked around confused and found Dudley sitting with his hands on his stomach, trying to digest all of the pancakes he had obviously nicked from Harry's plate.

-:-:-:-

While Petunia Dursley scolded her spoiled son for stealing Harry's breakfast, another mother was scolding her twin son's for attempting to sneak dungbombs into Percy's room. Molly Weasley's screams of frustration at her sons's antics could be heard all the way up to the first floor, where a young girl sat in her room, curled up into a ball on her bed. She didn't really take in the fact that her brothers had been caught or that her mother were shouting at the top of her lungs, neither did it matter to her. Soon, all that would be gone anyway. Her brothers, her mothers screams... it would just become quiet. Soon, the Burrow would be empty, with the exception of herself and her parents, whom were both busy with work and housekeeping.

Silently, a tear rolled down Ginevra Weasley's cheek. She would be left all alone. No one to talk to, no one to play with... no one would be left here. Her dad would be away at work all day long and her mother would be kept busy to keep the house running. Ginny would be left to fend for herself. Not even her brother, Ron, would be left to play with. Sure, he had been annoying all his life and the times Ginny had just wished he would disapear from the face of earth were too many to count... but she hadn't meant it like this. Not for an entire year. And now, he barely payed any attention to her anymore. He was too excited to "finally get ouf of here" and to finally "get to do something with his life". Was she really that little of importance to him?

After another few minutes, the shouting from downstairs had calmed down, but that did little to soothe Ginny. The more she thought about it, the more it hurt to think that her brother would just leave her. She could understand that he was excited to go to Hogwarts, she would be the same if it was her who was going but couldn't he at least try and think about her, how this might be affecting her?

Sighing, Ginny sat up and dried her tears with her sleeve. She looked around her room for something to do to keep her mind of her brothers's upcoming departure. Looking at her nightstand, she spotted the book that her dad used to read for her as a bedtime story. There was one story in there that she found especially fascinating. Perhaps reading would get her in a better mood?

Hoping it would, she reached out and began to search the book for the page where her favourite story began. She knew the page by heart and if someone asked her to tell them the story, she would probably be able to recite it word for word, but it felt good to hold the book in her hands. It made it all feel more real. So she managed to find the page, which had a picture of a small baby with a lightning scar on his forehead painted under its title, and began reading.

The boy who lived

Once upon a time, actually not too long ago, there was a dark wizard haunting our country. He was so poweful that wizards and witches, even to this day, still fear to say his name out loud. Rumor said that he could make the sky fall down on our heads and that he was so strong he could blow up an entire city with one single curse if he wanted to. Anyone who rose to fight him were easily taken care of by his followers, the death eaters.

During this time, however, one family that opposed him had other things to think about. The young couple had just had their first child, whom they named Harry. Harry Potter.

The Potter family's happiness however, was short lived. For some reason, rumors spread that this boy had the power to vanquish the dark lord and in time, the word reached even the dark lord himself. The belief that their saviour might have been born, more and more people rose to oppose the dark lord and this drove the tyrant furious.

Hoping to break the spirits of the rebels, he-who-must-not-be-named began searching for Harry Potter. He turned heaven and earth upside down in his search for his supposed doom. Knowing their lifes were in danger, the Potter family went into hiding.

But one cannot hide from fate and one evening, on halloween, you-know-who managed to track down the Potters. Hoping to save their son, the parents of the boy went up against the most powerful wizard of his time, but were easily taken care of by the dark lord, who then turned his wand on Harry. But just then, when he was about to kill the boy, something happened.

Just as fate had allowed he-who-must-not-be-named to find the Potters, fate saved Harry from the wrath of the dark lord, vanquishing his powers and saving the wizarding world. After all he had done and all the people he had made suffer, the dark lord was stopped by a mere infant.

Harry, who was now an even bigger target for the death eaters, was sent into hiding once again but it is thought that he will return to us. In times of need, he came through for us and if fate wills it, he will do so again. Because if fate wills it, even the most fragile of creatures can save the world, just like it happened for Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

The End

Ginny sighed as she finished reading her story. It all sounded so unreal but her parents said it was a true story. They had been alive during this time. But true or not, she actually felt a little better now after reading it. She still remembered the first time her dad had read the story for her, back when she was 5 years old. She had been mezmerized. She idly wondered if Harry Potter was out there, somewhere, waiting to return. She hoped she got to meet him one day. If he ever came back, she hoped that perhaps, she would get to see him sometime in her life.

What she didn't know though, was that fate would make it so she would see him a lot more than she could ever dream of. And to top it off, in a not so distant future as she thought.

-:-:-:-

Harry closed the book Severus had shown him when they got to his room. He looked up at his favourite uncle with questioning eyes.

"Why am I in a story book?" he asked.

Severus chuckled at the way Harry put it. Out of all ways to ask what he wanted to know, that had to be the most weird way to put it.

"Because you are famous in our world Harry. In our world, your world, you really are the boy who lived." he said.

Harry just stared at Severus. When his soon-to-be teacher had asked to get to talk to him alone in his room after breakfast, this was not what he had been expecting. Well, to start it all off, he hadn't expected to be given a book with children's tales in the moment he sat down and he had been even more shocked when he had found his own name on one of the pages. And as if that wasn't weird enough, now Snape was telling him that it was a true story?

"But... I never did any of that, did I?" he asked and shook his head. This didn't add up.

Severus looked at Harry with sadness evident in his eyes. He really had hoped Harry would just accept it and move on without needing persuation. Now however, he realized that had been a fools hope. Harry was too much like his mother to just accept something and move on.

"Did you ever wonder why we didn't tell you what happened to your parents, Harry?" he asked silently and felt a sting of guilt in his chest.

Despite that it had been 10 years now, Severus still felt like it was his fault that Lily and James was dead. No matter how you put it, it came down to his choices and wrong-doings that Voldemort had gotten to know the prophecy and went after the Potters and the closer he had grown the Harry, the more guilt ridden he had felt. This boy didn't deserve to grow up like an orphan. He deserved to live with his parents and have a happy life.

While Snape was having a relapse into his guilt, Harry's mind went highwire trying to put everything he had learned in place. It sounded so farfetched but yet... it did fall into place. Harry had never been told about his parents because Severus had insisted that it was not important. And... he had been living with the Dursley's as long as he could remember but that didn't mean he had always lived with them. If what the book said really was true, then him living at the Dursleys' house would be the "hiding" he was sent into after "he-who-must-not-be-named" had been defeated, supposedly, by him.

"What is this dark lords real name?" he asked, curious of why someone would be afraid to speak a name. It wasn't like it would call the person back from the dead, was it?

Severus looked at Harry and took a deep breath. He himself was still not too comfortable speaking the name of his former master, but Dumbledore had encouraged him to try and use Voldemort's real name and when Severus had refused, he had set up "lessons" for the young man simply to learn how to say the name, which had infuriated Snape at the time.

"We still don't like to speak his name out loud." he said. "But the wizard referred to in the book is named Voldemort."

Harry then went on to ask questions about when this had happened and how it had happened. Severus answered his questions to the best of his knowledge and in the end, Harry seemed to at least think there was a possibility that it had happened, though he still hadn't really wrapped his mind around the fact that he was, supposedly, famous.

Seeing that he wouldn't get Harry to really understand to what extent he was famous without showing him, Severus decided it was time to finally go to Diagon Alley. Introducing Harry to side-along apparition, the boy emptied his pancakes in the alley to where Severus had apparated them. When Harry was back at his feet, it was time to enter the Leaky Cauldron, that was located just around the corner from where they had apparated.

"Remember now, you are famous Harry. And you have been gone for 10 years so people will most likely be acting up when they find out who you are." Severus warned him ad they entered the inn.

Harry just nodded, but he had barely heard him. He was too excited by the prospect of finally be able to enter the wizarding world! He had been looking forward to this ever since Severus had told him about the magical world! Feeling his chest almost explode with anticipation, he opened the door and stepped in.

The atmosphere inside the Leaky Cauldron was a good one. It was warm and there was a sense of peacefulness hanging in the air. The tables were packed with funny dressed (in Harry's opinion since he wasn't used to see wizarding clothes) people, but not overly overcrowded. Behind the bar, a man stood and was currently working on cleaning some glasses. When the doorbell rang, he looked up.

"Ah, Severus. How nice to see you again. Are you here for a drink?" he asked while smiling at Snape.

Severus just shook his head and steeled himself for what he knew was to come.

"No thanks Tom. I am just escorting my young friend Harry to buy his school supplies."

At the mention of Harry, the innkeeper looked down at the small boy walking by Snape's side and gasped as he recognized the face that were so much like the boy's fathers. It didn't take long for him to understand who this boy was.

"Bless my soul... It's Harry Potter!" he breathed in shock.

In an instant, all the talking in the inn quieted down. Harry looked around in confusion at the situation the simple mention of his name had caused. Then, after a few seconds, the inn burst into life as all its current inhabitants rushed to greet Harry and shake his hand. The shocked boy did his best to cope with the situation but after a while, he began to feel almost frightened when people who had already shaken his hand came back to do it again. And again. And again. Finally, after what seemed like several hours, Severus decided that enough was enough and managed to free Harry from his admirers, but not before Doris Crockford had gotten to shake his hand for the 5th time in a row. When they got out into the backyard of the inn, Harry asked:

"What the bloody hell just happened?!"

"Harry! Language!" Severus berated him.

Harry, who had been in a state of shock, quickly put his hand over his mouth and apologized. He didn't usually use foul words, as he had been taught by Severus not to, but that had completely been erased from his mind in his state of shock. And to be honest, Severus didn't blame him.

"Well, I told you that you were famous, didn't I?" he said simply as he put his wand on the select stone to open the archway to Diagon Alley.

Harry watched in awe as the bricks began to move and shift places until they formed the archway to the alley. This day was getting weirder and weirder. Better yes, but weirder. His shock of facing his fame head on forgotten as he saw the place he had wanted to go to for so long, Harry eagerly entered the alley with Severus in toe. The young man chuckled at the boy's antics as they walked down the alley, looking in shop windows and talking about all they could see. Or well, Harry spoke about all he saw and Severus put in a simple "yes, it's nice" and "Not before we got your things" here and there. Initially, Harry wanted to go into every single shop but Severus somehow managed to steer him towards Gringott's wizarding bank. However, half way...

"But how am I going to pay for all of this?" Harry asked as he was reading through the list of supplies he needed for Hogwarts. "I got no money and aunt Petunia didn't give me any before we left."

Severus chuckled and explained that Harry had a trust vault in Gringott's, that his parents had set up before they went into hiding. He also mentioned that his trust vault only contained a small amount of the Potter family's possessions but that he would need to wait until he was 17 before he could access the family vault. When they had managed to get a sack of gold from Harry's trust vault, after a cart ride that Harry described as "funny" and Severus described as "horrible", Severus immediately dragged Harry to Flourish and Blott's to buy his school books. He let Harry sneak around in the shop to look at all the books while he gathered the books they needed.

When it was time to pay, he called Harry back and the boy returned, covered by a large stack of books he said he wanted to read. Despite telling him to put most of the books back where he took them, he allowed Harry to keep Extensive guide for basic potions and Simple but Unnescesary Spells. The potions book mainly because he hoped that Harry would take after his mother and excell in his own class and the latter because he thought it couldn't hurt for Harry to learn some extra magic. Besides, the spells in that book were supposed to be harmless so he didn't think there would be any problem with that.

They continued their shopping and after the bookstore, their next stop was the Apothecary to buy some supplies for his potions class. Severus also made sure Harry didn't buy a "funny-looking Mickey Mouse head in a bottle", that was actually a very poisonous plant called Rat's ear. When they went to buy him his school robes, Snape decided that this would be a good opportunity to go get Harry his birthday present, as he had not gotten him anything yet so Harry entered Madam Malkins boutique by himself, feeling slightly nervous.

"Hello?" he asked as he saw no one inside when he first entered.

Hearing that someone had entered, a middle aged woman came runnning towards him, whom he assumed were Madam Malkin herself.

"Hogwarts, right dear?" she asked and Harry nodded, not sure if he was supposed to say something.

Without another word, she led Harry to the back of the shop where she began to meassure him from all angles to get an understanding of how big his school uniform should be. The boutique was empty, aside from himself and Madam Malkin so Harry just did as he was told and after about 20 minutes, he was done and payed for his school uniforms.

Outside, Severus waited for Harry. Harry frowned when he saw Severus holding a cage in his hand, smiling at Harry at he approached. Inside the cage was a snow white owl with golden amber eyes.

"Happy Birthday Harry!" Severus said as he handed the cage to Harry. It took a few seconds for Harry to process what this meant, but as soon as he did, his face broke out into a smile.

"He's mine?" Harry asked in wonder as he stared at the owl in the cage who, for some reason had taken to flapping his wings angrily. Severus chuckled at the owl's anitcs before answer.

"She is yours, Harry." he said with emphathis on "she".

Harry blushed and grinned cheekily at his mistake. He then looked at his new pet. She was beautiful, he thought. He would need to come up with a good name for her later, when he got the time. However, right now he still had one thing left to do: get a wand. However, Severus seemed to have other plans.

"No need to rush now, is there? It's your birthday Harry! How about we go get some ice cream and try and relax for a little while?" he proposed, which Harry eagerly agreed to. He rarely was given ice cream when he was out with the Dursley's. So, the pair made their way towards Florean Fortescue's ice cream bar.

When they got closer to the bar, Harry spotted 3 red haired people standing by the bardisk, probably buying an ice cream or more. His suspicions were confirmed when one of the persons, a small red haired girl, turned around with a large ice cream cone in her hand, which Harry swore must be held together by magic. The girl giggled happily and began running out into the service that Severus and Harry just entered to find a place to sit.

"Don't run with your ice cream, Ginny!" Harry heard the red haired man whom he guessed was the girl's father shout at his daughter. "If you stumble your ice cream will be ruined."

Too late. Just as he said it, Ginny's shoe got caught in a crack in the ground and she fell, letting go of her ice cream cone that flew high up in the air, then dove and headed straight towards Harry and Snape, who just entered the bar. Seeing a cone of ice cream heading his way, Harry instinctively raised his hand and reached out with his magic as he had learnt to do when he was smaller. Slowly, the cone slowled down its decent, until eventually, it found itself in Harry's hand. Harry cast a look at the ice cream to check if it was ok before looking up in the direction where it had come flying from... only to find three, gobsmacked red heads staring at him, including the young girl on the ground. After a nudge in the back from Severus, Harry continued walking until he was right in front of the red haired girl.

Ehm, I think this is yours." he said awkardly. He didn't understand why they were staring at him like they were. He hadn't said who he was so it couldn't be his name. Then he suddenly remembered what Uncle Sev had told him about underage magic and that young wizards and witches didn't usually have the ability to control them.

The girl accepted her ice cream back with a piped up "thanks" and then went back to her dad, not wanting to risk ruining her ice cream again. The red haired man shook himself from his shock of seeing a boy being able to control his underage magic before smiling at Snape.

"Oh my, Severus. I didn't know you had a son!" he said as he handed the bar owner his money for the ice cream and walked over to where Harry and Snape stood, daughter in toe. Behind them followed a young red haired man that Harry guessed were a few years older than him.

"That's because I don't have one, Arthur." Severus said as he walked up and met the red haired trio half way. The two men shook hands before the younger red haired man bowed respectfully to Snape.

"Then who is this?" Arthur asked with a grin on his face.

Harry flinched slightly. The inn inncident still fresh in his mind, he didn't feel too comfortable telling people who he was. He did not particularly liked being in the spotlight. He had always thought it would be nice and fun to not being just left for himself, like he usually was in the school yard during class breaks at his and Dudley's school, but the incident that morning had left him with other thoughts on the matter.

However, Severus didn't seem to think it would be any problem, since the ice cream bar was rather empty with most people eating lunch at the Cauldron. He gently gave Harry a slight push and asked:

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself, Harry?"

Shaking his head to clear it off the inn incident, Harry hoped Severus was right and this was a man he could trust.

"My name is Harry. Harry Potter."

For a moment, no one said anything. Harry heard a gasp and turned to see that the girl, Ginny he thought he had heard her being called, had grown eyes larger than pingpong balls. After a few seconds of, in Harry's opinion, very uncomfortable silence, Arthur finally broke himself out of his stupor.

"Oh, I see. Well, nice to meet you Harry! I take it you are going to Hogwarts this year?" he asked with a nodd towards Harry's trunk.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. They hadn't went crazy about meeting the "famous" Harry Potter.

"Harry, this is an old aqcuintance of mine, Arthus Weasley. We have been working together at a number of occasions. And this is his son, Percy." Severus said, nodding to the younger red haired man.

Harry waved to Percy, before turning back to Ginny. Arthur and Severus had launched into a discussion about how well Mr Weasley's sons were doing in his classes. Harry smiled at Ginny, who still seemed to be shell shocked at learning his identity. Well, Harry thought, he would probably be shocked too if someone told him that he was talking to Robin Hood from disney's book of bedtime stories. After a few seconds, Ginny seemed to shake herself out of her stupor.

"Uhm... H-hi, my name is Ginny." she said as a light pink color began to cover her cheeks. Harry however, didn't notice as his gaze had found its way to the giant ice cream cone in Ginny's hand. Severus had said they would buy ice cream, but now it seemed that would take a while.

Ginny noticed he was looking at her ice cream and managed to build up her courage enough to ask:

"Uhm, you want to have a taste?" she asked nervously. Inside, she felt like a flock of butterflies had entered her stomach. Just this morning, she had read his story and hoped she would get to meet him one day and here she was, talking to the very same Harry Potter! It was a little strange though... he didn't seem any more special than herself or her brothers.

"You would do that for me?" Harry asked, taken aback by the girls kindness.

Together, the two young kids made their way over to where Florean Fortescue had put out a cup with extra spoons to use for eating the ice cream that was not served in cones. However, in order to prevent children from taking them down to play he had put them on a rather high shelf, which neither Harry nor Ginny could reach. Harry however, got an idea.

Reaching out with his right hand, he willed his magic to grab the cup with spoons and lifted it down, using levitation. Ginny stared wide eyed as he took 2 spoons out of the cup and then levitated it back into place.

"How do you do that?" she asked, awestruck. Perhaps Harry was a bit special after all.

Harry thought for a moment. He didn't really know how he did it. One day, he had sneezed and accidently released a burst of magic that had lifted his book high into the air and then dropped it down. Realizing what he had done, he ad begun trying to learn how to do it at will and after a time, it had come to him. It had taken him a while to realiize that he did not have to sneeze though, so he had spent several hours tickling his nose and sneezing to try and create the same effect.

"I'm not sure but when I learned about my magic, I tried to learn how to use it at will. At first, it just came out without warning but the more I tried to make something move without touching it, the more I learnt to control it. Uncle Sev says that its unusual for children to control their underage magic, but I wonder if that many actually have tried?"

Ginny nodded her head as she accepted the spoon she was given. She had only used magic a few times and that had been accidently. And, to be honest, she had never tried to control it because her parents and brothers had told her that it was impossible.

As the 2 of them ate Ginny's ice cream, Ginny asked if Harry though that she too would be able to control her underage magic if she tried and Harry said that she wouldn't know until she tried at least. As they made their way back to where the grown-ups were sitting, Ginny began to feel more comfortable with Harry. He seemed nice and kind and, she noticed, curious about her. When her ice cream was gone, Harry said that he hadn't bought his own yet and together, they walked over to the counter and Harry pulled out his sack of gold form his pocket, which caused Ginny to once again go wide-eyed. Without Severus keeping an eye on him, Harry decided to buy the largest ice cream possible and when Harry and Ginny came dragging it towards the table, Severus finally noticed what the two had been up to and groaned at Harry's descision.

As the two grown ups scolded their respective charge, neither of the children seemed to care too much as they swallowed down as much of the ice cream they could, though it should be noted that more than half of it was left when the two of them were full. Checking his watch, Arthur realized that they needed to go find their family, who was apparently around shopping supplies. Percy highly stated that he had finished his quick. Saying good bye and promising Ginny to send his owl to her when he got home, Harry and Severus walked off towards Olivander's Wands. Or well, Severus had to push Harry on the trolley as he was so full of ice cream he could barely stand.

"Uncle Sev, do you believe in birthday wishes?" Harry asked when they left the Fortescue ice cream bar.

Severus frowned and raised an eyebrow, wonder where this came from.

"Well, not really. There aren't any magical proof that a wish made to a birthday cake are due to be fulfilled. Why do you ask?"

"Because mine just got fulfilled." Harry said with a cheeky grin. Severus frowned. Had Harry been wishing for ice cream?

"Really? What did you wish for?" he asked.

Harry chuckled and leaned back ont he trolley. After sighing with relief and happiness, he looked up at Severus and grinned from ear to ear.

"A friend."

A/N: So, there we go. You got your fast update! I know the end was kind of rushed, but to be honest, there wasn't really that much to be said about those conversations. I also decided to leave out the scene at Olivander's because it will be essentially the same as it is in canon. But still, I hope you liked this chapter! I've been working on this all day long!

Now, I don't want to disappoint you but don't expect updates to be this quick. I can't lock myself in my room and write fanfics on my comp all holiday long, even if I wanted to.

Unlike last chapter, this one isn't as much of a filler chapter and I think this gives a better idea of the story. As said in the description, it will be a Harry/Ginny story but they won't be immediate lovebirds. Love is rarely quick to blossom and never easy to get to. If a relationship buddles too fast, it's simply not true love. It's Amortenia! No but seriously, jokes asides I don't intend for them to get toghether before year 3 at its earliest and even then it feels a little early.

Now, I hope this chapter was good and lived up to your expectations. I hope you have time to leave a review a those are what keeps an author going. Until we meet next time, have a good life!