Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, items, or occurrences of Harry Potter, that honor goes to my lovely hero JK Rowling. All I own are three silly cats (whom I love… to watch when I'm bored) a lot of manga, anime, and all seven of the books in the HP series... I LOVE HARRY! I do however, own Airhead, she is mine...she is me.

In London, in a perfectly normal neighborhood, on a perfectly normal street, was a perfectly normal house. In that perfectly normal house, was a perfectly normal family... almost. A family which you would never believe to be involved in anything abnormal had a secret member, which none of the others in the family liked to speak of, or even acknowledge. This member happened to be a little boy, named Harry Potter. He was as perfectly not normal as you could get. And that is why poor Harry Potter was not acknowledged in the house of number four Privet drive. He lived with his relatives, the Dursleys: Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and his cousin, Dudley.

Aunt Petunia was a skinny woman with a horse-like face and far too much neck who loved gossip and spying on her neighbors.

Uncle Vernon was a round man (AN: cough fatso cough) with no neck, a naturally red/purple face who loved complaining about anything he could.

They both loved their son, Dudley. Dudley was a huge boy, rather like a beach ball really; he was round, pink-ish, and had a thick patch of blonde hair lying upon his stupid fat head. All three of them hated Harry with a passion.

Poor little Harry, a small ten year old boy, was far thinner and shorter than what boys his age were expected to be; he had messy black hair and slightly tanned skin, because of the work that the Dursleys had him do outside. His beautiful, sparkling green eyes shone brightly behind his curtain of black hair, along with a very unusual, lightning bolt-shaped scar.

This morning, like all other week day mornings, Harry was walking to the school bus. At school, Harry had always been bullied. It was as if Dudley ran the whole school. He was far larger than the other kids in their grade, so it goes without saying that he was the leader of a group, a gang if you will. He made sure that his gang scared everyone into bullying Harry, or at least into not helping him when he was being bullied. So, it was no surprise that when he first got on the bus, the kids kept saying that the seat next to them was taken. He walked further and further to the back until he stood next to the last few seats at the very end of the bus. He looked around and saw that all the empty seats had someone sitting next to them; he didn't know what to do when all of a sudden, a pretty girl sitting in the very last seat patted the cushion next to her and smiled at him.

"This seat's open," she called to him. She looked about his age, maybe older. Long, straight brown hair hung around her face, and hazel eyes could be seen behind her extensive bangs. The strangest part though was what she was wearing on her head...Wear those supposed to be cat ears?

Harry looked about him, confused, so did a few others in fact. Many people stared at the strange girl who dared to invite Harry Potter to sit with her.

"Um… Me?" Harry asked the girl, somewhat dumbfounded.

"… Um…duh. Who else?" She laughed a little at his shy and awkward behavior, "Come on, I don't bite."

Harry was just about to sit down, cautiously, when Dudley rushed up and pushed him out of the way.

"May I sit there?" he asked in, what he thought, was a polite manner.

The girl on the other hand thought it was slightly revolting to hear such a sickening drivel after he had just pushed that other boy down.

"No," she said, shocking every child on that bus. No one said no to Dudley. "I believe I asked that boy you just shoved to sit with me. Now kindly GO AWAY!" She then got out of her seat, grabbed the boy from the floor of the bus, and sat down, Harry next to her. Dudley was too shocked to retaliate and the bus driver yelled for everyone to sit down. So Dudley sat down in an open seat and the bus continued its route. Harry looked at the girl, shocked that she would stand up for him, when she didn't know him at all. Even though what she did wasn't extravagant, it was the first time anyone had ever done anything like that for him. He was so grateful, but he didn't know what to say to his savior.

"Hi! I'm Airhead!" She said to him, holding out her hand, and saving him from having to break the ice.

"Really? That's your name?" Harry asked, forgetting his worshipful feelings for a moment in his astonishment that someone would actually name their child that.

"No, no," she replied, shaking her head and laughing at his silliness.

'How cute' she thought. Looking at the poor, confused boy sitting next to her.

"My real name's Arlina! I'm just such a space-case that that's what my friends used to call me before I moved here. I'm kinda used to introducing myself as such and really it's so more fun freaking out the stiffs I meet, than just giving out my real name! So… what's your name?" Arlina had said this all rather fast, and it took a little time for Harry to understand what she had said. When he finally understood, he straightened a little and blushed, ashamed he had been so rude as to not give his name yet.

"…I-I'm Harry…H-Harry Potter," Harry stuttered.

"Aw, YOU'RE SO CUUUTE!" she squealed loud enough so that the whole bus could hear. Then she promptly latched her arms around his small frame and gave him a bone-crushing hug. He was starting to have trouble breathing when she realized that she was squeezing the boy a little too hard.

"OMC! I'M SO SORRY! ARE YOU OK?" Arlina screeched, concern and guilt written on her face.

"…I'm … o …k…" Harry managed to wheeze out. The rest of the bus was laughing at the two, and Arlina just looked out at them.

"Keep laughing and you're next," she threatened ominously, which promptly shut up the other children. The bus halted in front of another stop.

"Geez, how long is this bus ride?" Airhead asked, to no one in particular.

"It's not too much longer," Harry gave the answer, even though she wasn't expecting one. "I think about another twenty minutes or so until we get to school."

"Tch, no wonder I had to get up so much earlier than when the school started, but at least now I have you to entertain me!" Airhead mumbled.

"…So, you're new, right?" Harry asked, cautiously. He wasn't allowed to ask questions in the Dursley house, and wasn't sure how this girl would react.

"Yeah, I moved here from Washington just a little while ago. London's kinda boring …LOL…though, I know how to make it more interesting," she mumbled the last part, but Harry heard the strange term.

"Washington? You mean in America? Washington DC? What does 'LOL' mean? And you said 'OMC' earlier… what are these terms? And why on earth are you wearing those things on your head?" Harry inquired, curious. He completely forgot caution, so many things that he didn't understand made his innate curiosity burst forth, and they drove him to shoot off questions.

Airhead looked at him stupidly for a second, and then smacked herself on the forehead. She didn't notice that Harry and the rest of the kids on the bus winced at the loud sound it made.

"Oh! Oops, silly me, you aren't used to my weird lingo yet. I talk computer speak a lot. Even people where I used to live thought it was strange. OMC is a saying I made up, it's a substitute for OMG, you know 'oh my god?' Well, OMC means 'oh my cookies!'… Cause cookies are awesome, and they don't offend anyone! And LOL means 'laughing out loud,' but that one's pretty common online," she took a breath and patted the decorations on her head, "These are my cat ears! I got them back in America and I wear them all the time! Its fun to watch people react to them and I like the way they look!" she grinned widely and finished her long rant with a simple, "Yeah, Washington, America, but I lived in the state Washington, not DC."

Harry just stared at her for a moment, wondering how she could say so much so quickly, without breathing, and still be so enthusiastic about it. He blinked slowly, trying to absorb all the information she had just thrown at him.

"Did I scare you?" Arlina asked, slightly concerned, "I scare lots of people it's okay… sorry, I'll shut up now." She shut her mouth and looked out the window.

"No! I'm sorry! I wasn't scared… Okay… I was shocked, but you seem like a nice person. Please don't be too hard on yourself!" Harry pleaded. The hazel eyed girl turned her head back to him.

"You sure?" she asked tenderly. Harry nodded. "Phew, good…" There was a second of silence, a small pause before she burst out, "Will you be my friend?" Her eyes looked hopeful.

Shocked at her quick recovery and bouncy nature, he could only nod before he was swept into another hug, only this time, she remembered not to squish our favorite little hero.

Later, when the bus arrived at the school, the students got off the bus in a slight daze, courtesy of the loud, goofy girl who chatted with none other than Harry Potter for the rest of the ride. Dudley got off the bus with a slightly reddened face; he was very angry. No one had refused him before, and he would teach this new girl a lesson.

AN: Yes, yes I do realize that they are acting a bit older than what ten year olds normally do, but look, I wanted Airhead and Harry to meet before Hogwarts… and well… since people start Hogwarts when they're ten or eleven, I couldn't have them any older, but I don't know how ten year olds act… so just ignore the whole acting older than their age thing…k? Oh, and please tell me if you like the story, I will love you forever if you review!