"Hi, I'm Harry Potter."

I try not to let my mouth drop at hearing his name. Yet, I can't help but let my eyes roam a bit. Why can't he be like any normal person and work in the garden with his shirt off? No. I can't think like that. Give him the brownies and go. That's all I can think about.

"Umm, hi. I'm Danielle, but you can call me Tini. My family just moved in across the street. And we wanted to give you these brownies," I say, rushed and flushed. He stands up and wipes the dirt off his hand with a rag as he calls out for his aunt. A woman who scarily resembles a horse comes to the dirt, snapping at Harry before she sees me and puts a fake smile on her face. I already don't like her.

"Oh, hi! You must be the new neighbors! Welcome to the neighborhood! Where are you from? Your family should come to dinner tonight. It would be just lovely! And you could meet my wonderful son Dudley! Oh it would be great fun!" she shoots at me.

"We are from California, in the United States. I will have to ask my parents about the dinner invitation. How about I give you our number and you can call and give the details?" I ask with a forced chipper voice. I can tell harry realized it was complete bull crap, because he was snickering behind his aunt. I tried to keep a straight face, and almost failed. I wrote down the number to our house, hoping I got it right. She went in to call my parents, and I stayed outside to talk to Harry.

"So, what house are you in?" he asked. I pointed to the house across the street, kind of hoping he was smarter than that. "No, I mean at Hogwarts," he said with a smirk. I panicked slightly. How did he know I was a witch?

"Umm, I have no idea what you're talking about," I say somewhat nonchalantly. He looks at me. "Do you think I'm an idiot? I can see your wand," he tells me with a small smile. I give him a laugh, along with what he wants. "Gryffindor."

"Me too," he says as a grin lights up his face. I smile back. I look at my house and I realize that if we are going to have dinner at their house, then I better go get ready. I tell harry that I will see him tonight, and head back across the street.

I walk up the side walk to the house. I have my hair straitened, with me wearing a nice pair of skinny jeans and a tight-fitting plain black t-shirt. I'm the most casual of my family. My dad has a dress shirt on, my mom a nice little dress. The closest one to me is my little sister Hazel, who has taken after my dress style and has a black shirt and jeans with a little green tutu over the jeans. I love how my sister is dressing slightly gothic at the age of nine. My mom doesn't.

My mom rings the doorbell and the horse lady answers it. I see behind her a balding fat man and a not balding fat boy. I find out that the horse lady's name is Petunia, the fat man is Vernon and the little fat boy is Dudley. The horse lady keeps trying to push me towards the little fat boy, and all he is doing is staring at my chest. It is really creeping me out. When Harry comes down the stairs, I just about cry with relief. We sit in the sitting room while dinner is finishing cooking. We all herd in there and the only sit open is next to the little fat boy. I stand.

When the meal is cooking, the horse lady neighs from the dining room. Is quickly sit between my father and Harry. Dudley looks disappointed when he is stuck on the other side of my father, probably because he didn't have a good view of my chesticles. Good.

As the horse lady skips into the room with the food, I realize what is for dinner. A great big steak. Awesome. She asks me what one I would prefer, and I feel bad as I begin my usual speech. "I am very sorry, and I'm sure that the steak is delicious, but I am a vegetarian. I think I will just have some of the lovely side dishes," I tell, not very convinced the food is as delicious as I tried to say it was. As the rest of the table accepted their food, she looked a little upset that I didn't eat the food she had tried to cook. It looked more like something out of a cheap microwave meal. Uh, at least the mashed potatoes were good.

After dinner, Dudley still tried to look at my boobs, and frankly, I was getting tired of it. So, I took Hazel aside and pitched her an idea. "hey, if you get mom to let me take you to the park, I'll give you a dollar." I told her.

"I thought we had pounds now." She told me. Crap. "ok, I will give you a pound." I say, slightly frustrated.

" make it five and you got a deal." She told me with a little smirk. I nod, anything to get out of here. I taught well, maybe I little too well.

I slip her the money, and she goes up to mom, pouty eyes a-blazing. It took her all of about three minutes to convince mom. We start to head to the door, when I realize, I don't know where the park is. As I stand and think, Harry comes up behind me.

"I know you want out of here because of Dudley. Want me to walk you to the park?" he whispers in my ear.

" yes!" I tell him and I jet out the door, him and Hazel right behind me.