First chapter, first story. Two firsts, aren't I lucky? I'm sorry this chapter is short. Believe me, I want it longer. But they will become longer. I promise.

"Boy, you're one heck of a burden. Why did we get stuck with you if you had a godfather who would have gladly taken you in?"

Uncle Vernon had kept up a string of complaints the whole ride home, not letting Harry get a word in.

Until now. "If you had let me speak, I could have told you. He's an escaped convict from Azkaban, and he can't take me because he's still on the run. Believe me, if I could go with him I would." He interrupted.

Harry knew that Vernon did not appreciate being interrupted, but Harry had gotten irritated and had to say it.

Uncle Vernon's face was cross, and he stopped the car without another word. They all got out, Harry being the only one grabbing his trunks like always, and went inside.

Harry made to take his belongings upstairs, but Aunt Petunia stopped him and said, "Vernon would like a word with you in the living room. He's already spoken to Dudley about this."

"Don't ask me," she added, for Harry had shown every sign of wanting to butt in, "he'll answer everything. When you come back, you can bring your trunks upstairs."

She pointed him in the direction of the living room. He gave her a sour look, but walked towards his uncle.

"Now, boy, we have some news, and I don't want any backtalk from you." Uncle Vernon said as Harry sat down, unhappy at having to address his nephew again.

"There is a new family moving in next door. This is all very straightforward. You are to have no contact with them at all. We met them while they were house-hunting, and they are a polite, normal family. Not one ounce of your abnormality in their blood.

Harry privately wondered why it always came down to bloodlines.

"They also have a daughter, who you are not to go anywhere near. Understand?" he spat at Harry. He nodded. But he was bemused, despite his nod.

"Do you honestly think I would bother talking to the new people? Everyone here is the same: perfect, prying, and ignorant. The only way I'd even bother to speak to them is if it was someone I know, which isn't likely. So don't worry, I'll be out of their way."

He thought Uncle Vernon would know that he wouldn't go anywhere in the vicinity of any of their neighbors. Harry hated them all, and they all had mutual feelings toward him.

"Now, I am going to take my stuff upstairs, which is what I was trying to do before I got dragged in here."

Harry spun around before his uncle could say another word and walked away. He paused to pick up his things and started up the stairs. When he got into his room he dropped everything, not bothering to put anything away yet.

Instead he walked over to his window, feeling curious as to who these new neighbors were. He looked out and saw a lot of movers in uniforms, two well dressed adults, and the girl Uncle Vernon had spoken of, he assumed.

She spoke to her parents, and then turned for the door. When she did, Harry gasped and did a double take. He couldn't believe what - who - he was seeing.

Can we guess who it is? Review, and tell me your guesses. (Hint - not Luna.)