Hello once again! This will probably be the first chapter with humor in it, it's mostly from Leila's point of view and she and Harry will finally meet! What will they think of each other? Read on!

Dobby's Polka-Dotted Sock

Chapter Three:

A Not-So-Kind Welcome

Leila got out of the car with her new guardian and saw a nice and neat little house that seemed almost identical to every other house on the street. It had the number four on the front wall and, upon standing in front of the door waiting for the woman who had taken her, saw a welcome mat on the ground. It stated:

The Dursley Family Welcomes You

Vernon Petunia Dudley

Petunia opened the door, and the pair stepped inside. The inside of the house seemed just as tidy as the outside, and had many pictures of three beaming people. She recognized Petunia in them and assumed the other two were her husband and son; both were very- to put it nicely (A/N: Which they don't deserve. ) –plump. Just as she was staring around, the man she had seen in the photos came waddling into the hall.

"Petunia, I have decided that he doesn't have to go, so long as he stays in his cupboard for the rest of today…" he stopped talking when his eyes fell on Leila, and his face turned into one of shock. "Who's this?" Petunia put a hand on Leila's shoulder.

"Vernon, this is Leila. I adopted her," the shock on Vernon Dursley's face went to one of outrage.

"What? Why?! What made you even think of doing that? Couldn't you at least have called? No! We don't need her! Dudley is perfect, why do we need another child?" Petunia quietly told Leila to go up the stairs, where sounds of crashes and falling blocks could be heard. The sounds of Vernon's shouts followed her up the stairs as she climbed. So they didn't want her. She knew it had been too good to be true. Now she was going to have to go back. She stopped in the doorway and her mouth gaped as she saw a pink, chubby blob surrounded by toys of all shapes and sizes. He was playing with an airplane and crashing it into stacks of blocks. Leila decided to announce herself.

"Hi, can I play, too?" The boy that she thought was Dudley turned around. He too looked shocked at her appearance.

"Who are you?" He asked, rather rudely. She smiled. Leila prided herself on being able to say her name right. She loved to talk.

"I'm Leila, and your mum just adlop-adoped-a- well, she brought me her to live with you. Can I play?" Leila also loved toys, though she didn't have many. The orphanage went to the toy store down the street every Christmas and bought one toy for each child. Leila particularly liked stuffed animals, and had a dog, a stag or reindeer, and a wolf, but she liked other toys as well. Dudley meanwhile, looked ready to cry.

"No, don't touch my toys!" and he ran down the stairs wailing, "Mummy! Mummy! Why is she here?" Leila stood in shock. He had so many toys! Why wouldn't he share? Soon she was called back down by Petunia. Leila was very nervous; would she be allowed to stay? She came into the living room. Vernon addressed her.

"Um, Leila, we have decided to allow you to stay," relief ran through her body. "On a few circumstances," What did that mean? "You are to refer to Petunia and I as Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Second, leave Dudley's toys alone," Dudley grinned at this part, and Leila had the suspicion that he had put that in. "You will be sharing a room with Harry. Is that clear?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon," she said quickly. He seemed satisfied.

"Well, come along now," and he started to walk into the hall. Leila followed very confused. Who was Harry? He led her to a door that was under the stairs, a cupboard. When the door was opened, and Leila was shoved in with a, "Don't come out until we call you!" she found out just who Harry was. A small boy was sitting on a bed that took up almost all the space of the tiny room. He was very skinny, almost underfed, and…He looks just like me! She thought to herself. All she would have to do would be to cut her hair and make it messy, wear glasses, and change her eyes to the color green somehow and they would be perfect look-a-likes. He had looked up at the sound of the door opening, with happiness on his face, but it was wiped away once the door slammed shut. Now he was staring at Leila with the same shock and confusion on his face that was on hers.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" It was very polite and nothing like the way Dudley had asked her, and she smiled again.

"I'm Leila, and I guess you're Harry?" he nodded. "I was just adopted by, I guess you're mum?" She ended as a question, for she severely doubted he was Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's son, he looked nothing like either of them and he wasn't in any of the pictures in the house. It was like he didn't exist. To her surprise, he gave a short laugh, though it seemed like he didn't laugh often.

"No way, I'm their nephew, otherwise I'd probably be an identical blob to Dudley," They both snickered at this. Harry began to tell her what life was going to be like for her in Privet Drive, and it seemed pretty dismal.

"How do you survive?" Harry shrugged.

"All I know is I do, and that I'm a Potter, not a Dursley," he smiled, "You should be a Potter, too. You look just like me," She thought it over for a minute.

"Leila Potter. Hmmm…I like it!" She exclaimed suddenly. They both laughed again, and Leila knew she finally had a friend. No, not a friend, a brother.

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That night, Leila tossed and turned on the floor of the cupboard. She and Harry had decided to take turns, and she had volunteered first. Now she lay on the dusty wood half-awake and half-asleep, having the strangest dream…

She lay on the forest floor in the cold darkness, weak and hungry, nearly dead, but death could not overcome her, she would not let it. No, soon Nagini would be back with her supper. Oh, what a cursed life this was! She would see to it, the boy would die, and she would once more be the ruler of the world, the most feared sorcerer above all others. The Dark Lord Voldemort. She glanced upon her wretched form and what she saw made her scream.

And Leila awoke.

Hey again! I know it wasn't too funny, especially putting the damper on the happy friendship with the scary dream, but the next chapter will take place during the summer before certain letters come for a Mr. H Potter…Review!

Dobby's Polka-Dotted Sock