The bus smelled like bad cheese and sweat, but Harry had to ride it home from work everyday. He got a job because he was tired of Uncle Vernon bitching at him to get a job, and that he's worthless and other varies things of the sort. Harry sat in the same seat every day to and from work. He worked at a clothing store doing the cash register or putting clothes away. It was tedious and useless, but hey, it was a job and it got him away from the Dursley's.

Harry sat in the same spot not because he liked the particular spot for it was superior out of them all, but rather the first time he rode the bus he took the spot when he was riding it to work in London because he noticed a beautiful young girl around his age with a pale Irish complexion, hair the color of a raven's feathers, and eyes so blue it made you long for the ocean. This girl sat in the spot everyday, but Harry was to shy to talk to her. Plus she always had her headphones on listing to her mp3 player.

Another thing Harry noticed about his girl is that she always carried an army green messenger bag with writing all over it. Some of the things written on it were, "Ray you rock," "DM +RS," "DM hearts you," and so on. Harry made a habit at reading these quotes everyday to and from his crappy muggle job. As long as he had her to look forward to, his shitty job didn't matter.

One day he got on the bus as usual, and sat down. He went to look to the next sit for his beauty, and noticed a tearstained face, and bloodshot eyes. Then his eyes trailed to her bag and the initials DM had been marked out with "asshole" or "fucker" written over it. Her lip was quivering, and she looked like she was about to burst into tears again. Then Harry did something he didn't expect ever to do. He tapped her on the foot, for it was up on the seat, to get her attention. She took off her headphones and replied, "Yes?" She had such a sweet and delicate voice.

"Hey, are you okay?" Harry asked.

"No, but I will be if you just let me listen to my music," she calmly stated, but said it with a face that said who are you?

"Okay, sorry to bother you," but she didn't hear him for she had already put her earphones back on. "I'll see you when you get off work like I always do," Harry said whispered.

After work Harry was about to board the bus when the girl caught his arm to stop him.

"Hi, I'm sorry about earlier, I just had a rough week, thank you for trying."

"No problem, my name is Harry," she smiled, "The name is Rayven, its 'cuz of the hair," she replied.