Chapter 2.

When the car pulled up onto four Privet Drive Harry felt a sudden rush of dissapointment. He kept trying to cheer himself up at the thought of tricking Dudley all Summer, but it wasn't as exciting as he thought it would be. After putting all his stuff away he went down stairs to get some supper.Harry sighed,thinking how just this morning, he was eating off of the gold plates back at Hogwarts.

"Harry," said Uncle Vernon sharply

"In two days we will be going to France for a family vacation." Harry's spirits lifted slightly. The Dursley's dursleys sure had changed. Uncle Vernon, spending money and taking time away from work? Harry thought the trip might be kinda interesting. Maybe by the time he got back, Ron would have sent him an owl inviting Harry to stay over.

"You wil be staying at Mrs. Figg's."

Harry should have known that. His heart sank. He had never slept over Mrs. Figgs. He never had to. The Dursley's had never tooken a trip anywhere. Except the time Uncle Vernon went slightly mad last summer. The next two days rained straight, he spent the whole time reading over the Journal he started right on the first day he found out he was a wizard. He had bought the book in a little book shop at Diagon Ally. Harry couldn't wait to go school shopping again. It was fun just to watch all the differn't people. He packed his suit case and got dropped off at Mrs. Figgs. Uncle

Vernon didn't bother to make sure someone was home. You could never tell. You couldn't check to see if her car was there, Mrs. Figgs didn't have a car.

Actually ,Mrs. Figgs didn't come to anserw the door the door that day.

Instead stood a beautiful girl about Harry's age. She had smooth dark brown hair that even when raised in a high pony tail fell to her waist, and large bright blue eyes. She smiled,

"'Hi, I am Isabella Figgs, you can call me " she grinned then looked up at his scar. Harry was used to this but then he relized it he was back it the muggle world.It must have been a coincident. After all it was a pretty odd shape.

"You must be Harry Potter,"she said " Grammy has told me so much about you.

"Oh, you have an owl! How odd! He's beautiful. What's his name?"

"Errr, um...," This was all very odd for Harry,Suddenly hard to remember the name of his pet owl.

"Hedwig" he said stupidly

"Come inside, but I'm sure you'd rather be out there than with all these cats. I do hope your not allergic."

Harry came in , Mrs. Figgs came into the room.

"Hi Harry, this is my grandaughter Isabella, she is staying with me for a few months. Why don't you watch some television, while I make some lunch Harry winced, her food was worse than Aunt Petunia's.

"Grammy, could Harry and I go to the new place down the street. You said I couldn't go alone and you were to old for the walk."

"To Harry's surprise Mrs. Figgs said yes and Isabella rushed Harry outside. Relizing he had only said one word sense he got here he tried to make conversation. But when he opened his outh Isabella had already started talking.

"Yeah, I know " she smiled her amazing smile, " Grammy isn't really world's greatest chef. So how old are you?"

"I'll be 12 in July

"Cool, I won't be 12 until October." Harry told her about his expeirence at staying at Mrs. Figgs. The diner wasn't very far on the door was a a piece of paper advertising a club called "Club Magic" It was only for teens 14 and up.

"Let's go tonight! We'll sneek out" said Isabella "It's not like they check how old you are. We could pass as 14. Anyway, I really need some fun. It's so boring at grammy's. Except for that neat thing that shows the moving pictures."

"You mean the T.V.?"

"Yeah, err, my parents don't really buy stuff like that"

She pulled out the English money Mrs. Figgs gave them and looked at it strange.

"Are you from out of this country?"said Harry

"Yeah, France "she said still fasinated.

"Wow, you barely have an accent"

Isabella look up and smiled, " well I go to school there but I live in England. Dad's french. I learned French as a second language but when I went to school they taught us differn't money."

"Do you stay there all school year?"