Thank you for everyone who followed/favorited! I honestly didn't expect so many people to like the idea, but I'm glad you did because it motivates me to write more! I hope you like this chapter! The story will go a bit slow at the beginning, since Harry is experiencing new things, so he notices and describes everything, sort of like when he first came to Hogwarts.

Varietyduck: Thank you for the review, I really appreciate it! And of course I don't hate you because of your pairing preferences, I've never liked Ron/Hermione myself for that exact same reason. Personality wise, I'd always pictured Hermione with one of the twins. I think their types of intelligence complement each other really well, and they could learn from one another lots without ever getting bored. But I could also picture her with many random characters in the books or with a gentlemanly, smart OC. So as I said, it's open for opinion.

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Chapter 2

The people holding the sign with his name were a couple in their mid-forties, or so Harry thought. The man was average height, with dark skin, eyes and hair, while the lady had light brown hair, fair skin and blue eyes. She was very short, as even Harry towered over her, which wasn't something that happened often to him. This made him feel oddly satisfied, silly as it was.

'Hello, you must be Harry' said the lady smiling once he stopped in front of them 'Vernon told us a lot about you in his letters. I'm Tía Ana and this is Tío Hernán'. Harry introduced himself politely, surprised at the warm greeting. Perhaps they weren't too bad after all, despite their poor luck in relatives. Or maybe it was a show for the rest of the people at the airport.

They guided him through the crowd until they reached the exit, and then across a parking lot before arriving at the car, a white Toyota. Tío Hernán helped him lift his suitcase into the trunk and promptly climbed behind the wheel. Tía Ana claimed the seat beside him, Harry got into the back seat and they were off.

'So Harry, how old are you?' asked Tía Ana while they were in the car. Harry was surprisingly taken aback at the question. He didn't remember the last time someone had asked him that, probably because every single person in the wizarding world knew his age, birthday, and other pointless details around him.

'Fourteen, but I turn fifteen in one month' he replied, smiling uncertainly.

'Excellent! Our daughter is thirteen. She will be in charge of teaching you Spanish' Tía Ana replied smiling kindly 'don't worry, she loves teaching and is very good at it, especially if you are motivated. Vernon told us you would like very much to learn'. Harry inwardly groaned, but nodded, pretending to be interested. If learning another language was going to make everyone in this house like him better it was a small price to pay.

Then followed more difficult questions from both adults. 'Is there any sport you like?' Quidditch. 'I like running and basketball'. 'Which subjects at school do you like best?' Defense, definitely. 'maths and english' there, those sound like safe choices. 'What do you like doing on your free time?' Again, quidditch. If I had any free time with everything that happens at Hogwarts. 'Running and spending time with my friends' at least that one is true. His hosts seemed a lot nicer than the Dursleys though, and a lot more interested in his life than them, not that it was a difficult feat to achieve. He noted Tío Hernán's English wasn't very good, which was probably why he was quieter. Tía Ana, on the contrary, had a very correct grammar and vocabulary, even if her accent was quite noticeable.

He was saved from the awkward interrogation about half an hour later, when they stopped in a small street and drove the car into their garage (Harry supposed) before entering the house, to a small hall with a staircase in front of him and many doors at both sides.

'We can show you around the house and tell you about the plans for this summer tomorrow, because it's very late' Tía Ana told him 'Do you want some dinner before you go to sleep?' Harry politely refused, as he had already eaten in the plane and it was indeed almost eleven pm. He was pretty sure his hosts had to work tomorrow morning.

'Ok then, this is your room' she said, turning left from the entrance, opening a door and turning on the light. It was slightly bigger than his room at Privet Drive, and the lack of bars and broken toys made it look a lot cozier. It had a double bed with a red duvet that had Chinese patterns on it, a small bedside table, and a TV in front. The wall behind the TV was totally covered by a bookcase and the wall at his left by a closet. The wall at his right, on the other side of the bed, was a window covered by dark curtains.

'You can use the closet if you want, but we will only be here for two weeks, so I don't recommend unpacking everything. The bathroom is right here, have a good night' Tía Ana told him gesturing to a door beside the entrance to his bedroom, before both adults went up the stairs. Harry wondered what she meant. Did that mean they would travel somewhere else? This was definitely proving to be an interesting start of the summer.

He noticed with a slight disappointment that all the books' titles were encyclopedias of different kinds, which made him wonder what kind of people his hosts were. He hadn't learnt anything about them during the trip, except random details about their four kids, which for Harry only meant he would have to get along and pretend to be normal with more people. It had all been about asking him questions, though to be fair, it was normal to want information from someone you would host for two months. Not that he had responded with anything true, as they now thought him a perfectly normal muggle who got along with his aunt and uncle.

He went to relieve himself and changed into his pajamas. The bathroom was quite big, more similar to the bathroom Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia used than the one Dudley and he did. Already yawning, he got under the covers and closed his eyes. He noticed the bed to be quite comfortable, and the pillows very soft, and lost consciousness within a few minutes. Nevertheless, as usual since the graveyard, he woke up in the middle of the night, his heart thumping, and screaming Cedric's name. After that, he had a fitful sleep.

The first official order meeting had started, and Dumbledore gazed around at the crowd gathered in Grimmauld Place. The missing half of the original order was very evident, he thought with a pang of pain, but at least there were some new faces. In particular, Kingsley Shacklebolt and the young Nymphadora Tonks would be very useful, with their status as aurors and skills to match.

'I need to talk to Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger before we start' Dumbledore told Molly lightly. The red headed woman frowned, but complied and went to fetch them from upstairs. Hermione had come immediately after packing summer clothes from her house. The Weasleys had explained the situation to her parents, and Bill had set up strong wards at the Granger home and dentistry practice against unrelated wizards. Hermione's parents were not at all happy to give up the summer time with their daughter, but they understood that their safety was more important.

'Hermione, Ron, the headmaster wants to talk to you' Molly told the two teenagers who were talking in Ron's room. They stood up, clearly confused, but followed her to the kitchen.

'Ah, good, you are both here' Dumbledore smiled at the two teenagers. 'I called you for a very specific reason, very important to our safety' he said seriously ' letters can be intercepted, so be very careful regarding what you put in writing. Especially if you contact Mr. Potter. There is a good chance that the ministry or the death eaters might be intercepting his mail, so please don't write anything about where you are or what we are doing, or we might have serious problems. Is that clear?' Ron and Hermione complied, both looking torn. It would be difficult not to write anything useful, but it was very important for the order's safety.

'Good. That goes for you too Sirius' Dumbledore stated looking at the man sitting at the kitchen table talking with Lupin and Nymphadora. 'Now we are going to start the meeting, so you youngsters should go upstairs'. The two teenagers left the kitchen, Ron muttering complaints about being left out under his breath. The headmaster warded and silenced the kitchen and proceeded to inform the rest of the order of his plans. It was decided that Hagrid would try to recruit the giants to their cause, while Lupin would be in charge of talking to the werewolf clans and Severus would of course be the spy. The other members would take shifts guarding the prophecy and Harry, and when they weren't on one, would keep tabs on known death eaters. They drew a schedule of both things and shared information about people they could potentially recruit and wizards they should follow leads on. All the members stayed until very late working, but it was a highly productive meeting. As they would conclude later, it was the most useful one they would have for a long time.

Harry woke up early, covered in sweat from the night before, and decided to have a shower. He felt quite hungry, and wondered at what time people had breakfast in this house, groaning. Any other summer, he would have been extremely happy to be away from the Dursleys for two months, but now it was different. Now Voldemort had come back, and he wanted to be aware of what was happening in the wizarding world. He was desperate for news. Who was he attacking? What was the ministry doing to stop him? His relatives hated magic, but at least they knew about it. With them, he wouldn't have to hide the owls from his friends and make up excuses every time they wrote. At Hogwarts he had contemplated on getting a subscription for the Daily Prophet so he could be informed, but now it would prove impossible. For one, Harry had no idea if the subscriptions worked when you were outside the country. And secondly, how would he explain the owls with a newspaper that moved and used words like wizards and magic? He knew he could get away with having Hedwig as a pet, as long as he hid the fact that she brought him letters. But a different owl at day light, every day for two months? These people were muggles, but surely not stupid. They would know something was off, and if the Dursleys found out they would skin him alive. Plus it would probably count as breaking the Statute of Secrecy, which could get him in trouble with the wizarding authorities, Spanish or British. That was definitely not something he was willing to experience. No, he would have to count on his friends' and Sirius' letters for information, but even that would take a lot longer than usual! It would surely take a long time for Hedwig to fly to the UK, even if she was a magical owl. Why couldn't the Dursleys have decided to go on holiday a different summer? Perhaps before his third year, instead of inviting Aunt Marge…

'There's no point in dwelling on it' Harry told himself firmly 'what's done is done'. He would have to make the most of it. At least he had the opportunity to be abroad, something which he never thought would have been possible. He promptly chose some summer clothes and got into the shower, reveling in the feeling of being clean again. Then, he quickly dressed and, seeing Tía Ana at the foot of the stairs, walked over to her. He would have to find out what his hosts' schedule was, so he wouldn't be late to meals and appear rude.

'Ah good, you're awake' Tía Ana smiled at him 'I'll show you the kitchen so you can have breakfast and then I'll show you around the house and tell you a bit of what we will do during the summer'. Harry nodded eagerly; glad that breakfast was the first thing on the schedule. If he had come from the Dursleys he wouldn't have minded waiting, but his stomach was still used to Hogwarts meals. On the kitchen there was another lady cooking, even a bit shorter than Tía Ana if that was possible, with black hair, pale skin and brown eyes.

'This is Señora Inés, she's the housekeeper. She doesn't speak English, so you will have to try Spanish with her' Tía Ana said, then turning to the lady 'Señora Inés, este es Harry, el chico ingles que estará dos semanas acá' (…this is Harry, the English boy that will stay here for two weeks). Harry cursed silently, as he didn't know one word in the language. How was he supposed to talk to her? He hoped she didn't think he was rude.

'Hello' Sra. Inés said tentatively. Harry replied in English, relieved that she knew the basic word. He would have to learn at least that today. He wondered if it was normal to have a housekeeper in Spain, but wasn't about to ask. Instead he followed Tía Ana as she showed him where the bowls, glasses and cutlery were, and then walked with her to the other side of the kitchen, where there was a table, chairs and a big fridge.

'You can help yourself to whatever you prefer' said Tía Ana opening the fridgeand showing him each place 'Here there's milk and yogurt, and ham and cheese. All the cereal is on the table, and there' she pointed to a counter 'is the bread, butter, jam and honey'. Apparently whatever he preferred didn't include toast with bacon, eggs and tea, but Harry wasn't about to complain. He would take a different breakfast over the mean looks of the Dursleys any day.

'Thank you' he said politely, and tentatively took the bottle of chocolate milk. He had never tasted it before, but he had seen Aunt Petunia give glasses to Dudley when they were younger, so it should be fairly good. He took a plate and made himself a ham and cheese sandwich quietly, and ate while Tía Ana and Sra. Inés talked about something in fast Spanish.

'So, our plans for the summer are staying here two weeks, and then the following two weeks we will go to our beach house in Barcelona' said Tía Ana to Harry's astonishment. 'Then the next month we would like to travel around Spain. During these two weeks we are working, but on weekends we can go to towns near Madrid for the day so you can visit more places. We instructed our daughter to show you around during the day though and to make sure you don't get bored'.

'Wow' Harry thought stunned. They sure were committed to him having a good time here. Certainly different than the Dursleys, but he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing in this case. He would rather be alone than hang out all day with a random thirteen year old that would think he was a muggle and spend time learning Spanish. He would have to pretend and be careful with everything he said. Hopefully she wouldn't speak English too well and wouldn't pick up on it when he slipped up. He managed a polite 'thank you' to Tía Ana and she showed him the living room, the dining room, and a room that was a strange hybrid between a bar and a cinema on the first floor.

'Upstairs there are just our rooms and bathrooms, so it's not very interesting…but if you need anything you can go upstairs and ask' she said. He would probably never go, but he nodded politely anyway. She opened a door/window in the living room and they stepped into a nice terrace with a table, chairs, a grill and a pool. He had never heard of a house with a pool before, not that he had seen many houses in his life.

'It's more common in Spain than in England' Tía Ana supplied, interpreting his look correctly. Harry blushed, hoping he hadn't seemed too rude by staring 'you can swim whenever you wish' she continued. Harry mentally groaned. He didn't even have clothes that weren't Dudley's castoffs, and had never even thought of owning a bathing suit.

'Oh, there's Antonia!' Tía Ana said happily, gesturing to the living room. Harry turned from the pool to see the girl coming towards them. She was slim, with tanned skin and very blue eyes. Her straight dark brown hair went down to her waist and fanned out behind her as she walked. He thought she was quite good looking. Before he knew it she was standing in front of him. She was also shorter than him, which he hadn't noticed before. 'Antonia, this is Harry' Tía Ana told her.

'Nice to meet you Harry' she grinned at him in a friendly way. She wore braces, which he thought slightly killed her look. 'My name's Antonia, but you can call me Anto'. Her English was perfect, her accent American instead of Spanish. Not that she had said much, but if the first impression was to go by, he would have to really watch what he said.

'Nice to meet you too' he replied slightly nervously, holding his hand out for her to shake. He would have to get along with the girl if she would hang around with him for two months, and it didn't help his nerves that she was pretty. Antonia looked at the hand strangely.

'We don't greet like that in Spain' she told him grinning 'you have to kiss me on both cheeks, like this'. Before Harry knew what she was doing, she put her hand on his shoulder and pressed her right cheek against his left one and made a kissing noise, before repeating the action with the other cheek. Harry felt his neck grow hot, and his stomach flipped, not unlike when he had met Cho. He stared at her, motionless, and could feel himself blushing brightly. She looked at him and laughed, though not in a mean way.

'I'm sorry to just spring that on you, but it is how you should greet every woman here, so you should get used to it. I thought I better do it before my grandmother of someone comes and you get scarred for life' she explained, still laughing. Harry grimaced at the mental image of him kissing a lady the age of Professor McGonagall on both cheeks. He thought it made sense to warn him, but she could have done it in a different way without embarrassing him, he thought a bit annoyed. Apparently this girl didn't believe in general politeness. He forced himself to calm down. Maybe he was judging her too quickly. They had barely spoken two sentences after all.

'Yeah, sorry, I'm not used to people being so close' he replied, relieved at feeling his face turn back to normal. A more accurate description would be he'd never been as close to a girl before. Unless he counted the hugs of Mrs. Weasley and Hermione, which he felt like family about, so it was quite different.

'Don't worry, you'll get used to it here!' she said smiling mischievously. She smiled very often. He wondered briefly what she meant, but decided quickly that if people kissed on the cheek to say hi, then they were probably generally more affective than the British. 'So, are you ready to learn some Spanish?' she asked kindly 'I can teach you for a couple of hours and then we can go swimming or whatever you want'. Harry inwardly groaned, remembering his alibi, but decided to try to learn. It couldn't hurt to be able to communicate in this country, and he had to do it anyway. Plus, if the hyperactive thirteen year old girl beside him could learn a second language so well, then so could he.

I hoped you liked this chapter! I'm going to visit Madrid in two days for the first time, so after that I will be able to write more about what it is like for Harry there!

I'm not sure if I'm getting Harry's personality correctly, but if you think I'm not be sure to tell me, constructive criticism is welcome! And remember to tell me what pairings you would like. I'll probably make it Harry/Antonia at some point, but I think it will be only during that summer because the point is to help him grow as a person, not to find his true love at fourteen. So I have nothing set yet on what will happen when he goes back to school. I usually really like Harry/Ginny, because I think canon Harry really needs someone like her to be happy ... but this Harry will be different from canon Harry when he returns for his fifth year, so maybe he will need someone different. Tell me what you think!