A lone figure sat at a swing in a park at Magnolia Crescent, untidy, black hair sticking up in all directions. He is ten years old James Potter, complete with hazel eyes and glasses. He is very tall, and of course has a lot of problems in life.
The wispy night air sent shivers down James' spine and a lone tear fell from James's cheek. That was a surprise as he had taught himself not to cry when in the worst conditions. The crescent moon hung above like a torch, illuminating everything at sight. Everything was bathed in a warm yellow glow as the grass grew darker. James raised his hand up, causing violet and white flowers to grow on the grass. It sort of looked like an Enchanted Forest or something.
A few crunches made him look up. A beautiful young red-haired girl that was up to his chest stood. She smiled at him and wordlessly picked one of the flowers. She ran her hand through it, causing it to close. She did it again, and this time it bloomed wider than before.
"I can do it too," the girl said. "That's a relief because I never knew someone else could do it other than me."
James smiled. "It's magic," a look of shock was on the place of Lily's calm face, but it returned to normal a few moments later.
"My parents never allowed me to do it. Then, Petunia, my older sister, said I was a freak for all this." She pointed to the flower.
"Well, you are not. There are millions of people that can do what we can do and a whole new world for us to explore," James said wisely.
Lily sat down on the other swing, staring at the night sky. The Dog Star Sirius shone the brightest, and she looked kind of tired. "So, why are you here, then?"
James hesitated for a moment. Then Lily encouraged him by poking him in the shoulder. He sighed. "My parents don't love me; they hit me and punish me when I don't do things well. We also have money problems since the Malfoys, a rich family did a monopoly and got half of our gold. They blamed it on me entirely, so I packed up my things and left."
Lily gasped. "You ran away?"
James nodded solemnly. Her eyes flashed with anger for a moment. "How could they do this to their own son? Don't worry James, I'll find a way for you to be okay in the end, you just wait."
A few days later he would've thought himself a fool for crying. A few years later he would've thought himself an idiot for letting himself express his feelings. A decade later he would've looked back on this day and thought he was lucky to have a best friend like Lily Evans.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor will I ever.