Harry Potter walked around the neighborhood of Privet Drive, trying to avoid Dudley and his gang. While meandering around the neighborhood, he started thinking about the previous year, and how he had rescued the mass murderer, Sirius Black, from going back to Azkaban. Well, it was really his godfather, and he was framed and turned out to be innocent after all, but the real mass-murderer, Peter Pettigrew escaped from capture, transforming into a rat and escaping through crack in the wall, leaving Sirius to be wanted.
He got so caught up in his thoughts, he ended up running into some unknown figure, and they both fell to the ground, and Harry looked over to see who he got tripped up over, when his jaw dropped when he looked at the person, it was one of the prettiest girls Harry had ever seen!She was a redhead, although nothing like the Weasleys, it was more of a bright orange, in contrast to the usual fire-red hair that the Weasleys all shared. She had amazingly green eyes, rivaling his own, and a tall, slim build that shouted sexy. She was also wearing some very attractive clothes. A tight fitting white and black shirt, along with black jeans and emerald green converse shoes, much like her own eyes.

She grabbed at her head as it had hit the hard concrete, and gave a loud cry, as the pain stung her. "Merlin… I'm so sorry!" Harry cried out, rushing over to this mysterious beauty, and pulling her into a sitting position.

"It's- it's okay… Just a bump." She said in a beautiful voice, much like her own features.

"Really, because judging from the blood leaking from your head, it seems a bit more than a bump." Harry said, tearing off a bit of his old, ragged shirt and gently dabbing it against her head, wiping the blood away.

"It was my fault… I wasn't even paying attention." The girl said.

Harry had to stifle a laugh, "No it wasn't. It wasn't even close to your fault. I wasn't paying attention myself."

She gave him a smile that made his heart flutter. The girl slowly stood up, wobbling gently as she did, "Are you sure your okay?" Harry asked nervously, feeling rather bad about what had happened, as he was the main cause.

The girl grinned at him, and said, "Judging from the blood leaking from my head, no I'm not. You should help me walk home."
Harry smiled faintly as he walked over to her, and put her arm around him, gently starting to walk home. "So, my random stranger, who are you?" The girl asked, hobbling the way to her house.

Harry answered back, "Harry… Harry Potter, and you are?"

The girl looked back at him with those pretty eyes, and said, "I'm Haley. Haley Williams."

Harry nodded, and concentrated on keeping most of her weight centered on him. The girl named Haley laughed after a second saying, "You know, I just hit my head, and got a bit dizzy. I didn't fall and cut off my leg."

Harry blushed slightly and let go of her arm, and they started walking side by side. Harry tried to start a conversation, by saying; "I haven't seen you around here before… Are you new?"

Haley nodded and said, "Yeah… My parents decided to move here from Mississippi, which is in America. It really sucks; I didn't want to at all. My friends and I had started a band and everything."

Harry nodded slowly, "Really? What instrument did you play?"

Grinning at him, Haley replied, "I played a very complicated instrument, called my voice..."

"You any good?"

She smiled and said, "I'm not that bad, but I wouldn't consider myself good."

Harry smiled again, "You should sing something for me. I am walking you home, after all."

Haley just smiled, "Maybe another time… It would kinda suck for me to be singing, and suddenly my head-blood drips into my mouth. It would kinda ruin the song, don't you think?"

Harry laughed and nodded. They reached the end of the street, and Haley pointed up to a small, green house that contrasted from the utterly boring street of white houses, almost all of them the same. "Well, this is mine… I don't suppose that you'd wanna come inside and help me get this all cleaned up?"

Harry shrugged and nodded, saying, "Sure. I'm not doing anything else right now, and it's honestly the least I can do, as I did cause you to fall."

Playfully hitting him on the arm, she said, "You prat, it wasn't your fault. We both weren't paying attention. How about that?"

Shrugging, he said, "I'll take it. Sounds better than it being my fault."

Haley just giggled, and walked inside, with Harry following closely, "My parents aren't at home, they usually work pretty late." Harry nodded idly, and walked over to her couch, and slowly sat down on it.
When Haley returned, she had a small box in her hands, and she sat down onto the couch, and said, "Okay, so what I need you to do, is simply wipe away the blood, and hold the mirror so I can put on my bandage." She said, holding a paper towel out to him, and a small mirror. Harry nodded, and started dabbing at the blood gently, careful to not press to hard on her wound, and when he finished, he held the mirror easily enough so she could press the bandage onto her head.

"Thank you; Harry, I was wondering… could I give you my phone number?"

Harry paled slightly as he remembered earlier in the summer when Ron tried to call him over the phone, and Vernon having to pick it up, which later earned him a very bad beating.

"Uhm…. I'm sorry, but my relatives don't really… Approve of me having people call the house."

Harry felt horrible when he saw the reaction on her face as he said that, and thinking quickly, he said, "But I have a bird! She can send letters!"

"You mean like the pigeons they used in the old days?"

Smiling, Harry said, "Yeah, exactly like that..."

"Cool! But I don't have one, so I don't know if it would work."

"You could just use mine. It works both ways."

Haley's face lit up as she said, "Really? I'd love to use that! It's much better than talking on the phone! I can feel like a princess, writing to my prince."

Blushing beet-red, Harry replied, "Uh, yeah! S-something like t-that!"

Still giggling, suddenly, an owl rushed in through the open window in the kitchen, and dropped a letter in Haley's lap, to which she said, "That was quick..."

"I didn't-" He stopped when he saw the address on the letter: Hogwarts; School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was even more surprised when Haley blurted out, "It's about fricken' time!" Before her hand shot up to her mouth, covering it and her eyes widening, "Harry- I…"

Harry composed himself (or at least he seemed like it) and slowly said, "Haley… It's okay."

He stood up slowly, and pulled out his wand, while saying, "I know exactly what you are. I'm a wizard, just like you... Erm.. Witch- I mean, I'm a wizard, and you're a witch!" He finished, giving a small smile before sliding his wand back into his pocket, and sat back down. Staring at him, Haley attempted to comprehend that there was other wizards in the world, not just in America, before breaking into a laugh and letting her hand fall to the couch, "Oh thank god." She whispered, the look of shock and awe showing on her very pretty face.

Harry felt the butterflies in his stomach when she smiled, but then he had ended up looking at his watch, and said, "As much as I would love to stay and talk with my new witch friend, I really, really have to go home," he said, offering her an apologetic smile.

She nodded with understanding and stood up, "Okay... But I'm expecting a letter from you, Mr. Potter... We have much to talk about then!"

Harry laughed and nodded, saying, "I promise, it'll be the first thing that I do."

Haley grinned at him and nodded, gave him a small hug, and showed him the door, glad to finally have a friend that not only knew about the magical world, but was actively in it!

The redhead sighed as she sat down on the couch, thinking about the mysterious boy, and somehow getting a feeling that this wasn't going to be like her old school in America.

Hello new readers, and people who are re-reading this. I think that I might go back through all of this, and kinda edit everything that I don't like... So yeah...