Chapter 1 – His Story

I was never supposed be a part of Harry's world. I was never supposed like Harry. But this was different; I had finally found happiness, true happiness. I would not let my parents' beliefs or bitterness change this. I fell in love with who my parents would deem a "freak." To me though, she was a goddess, she was beautiful in every way. This is the story of how I, Dudley Dursley, fell in love.

We were dropping Harry off at King's Cross Station in London when I first saw her. She was walking with a man who appeared to be her father. She had a trunk like Harry's and was going in the same direction. I followed her with my eyes as far as I could, but she just vanished. They were walking between two platforms when it happened. Shortly after, Harry walked through the same spot. It must be that secret platform Mum and Dad were talking about. If only I could see her again.

Before I knew it I was running. I was running the same way that girl and Harry went. I saw the stone barrier getting closer, but that was not on my mind. I closed my eyes and kept running. Then, I ran into something. It was not hard like the barrier should have been, but soft. I opened my eyes to see that I knocked down the angel I saw earlier.

I held my hand out to help her up. She took it and I felt a shock run through me. I looked into her eyes and could tell she felt it too. I muttered an apology and looked around me. Where was I? There was a scarlet engine and a whole bunch of parents saying good-bye to their children. How could this be here in the train station? There was not room, was there?

Then it hit me. I was no longer in my world, but the magical world of Harry Potter and those "freaks." I looked at the girl in front of me. Realizing I was still holding her hand, I let go. She was not a "freak," she was anything but. The train's horn blew its horn, signaling that the students had to board. She ran to her father and gave him a hug.

I saw Harry with some other people. The girl ran over to them. She looked back to me and I looked at her. Harry saw me. He was talking to the girl. What were they saying? She pointed to me and I saw Harry shake his head. He must be telling her how awful I am to him. I have to change. If Harry knows her, maybe he could tell me about her when he gets back.

A lady with flaming red hair came up to me. She asked if I was lost or needed help to get on the train. She also said something about her son and daughter attending the school and would help me. She was so nice. I muttered something, I do not remember what. She left me and walked closer to the train. Students were waving good-bye and so was she. I saw Harry and a red haired boy stick their heads out of the window and wave good-bye to her. That must be her son. I wonder which one is her daughter.

I watched the train leave, hoping for one last look at the angel. It never came. I walked back through the barrier and saw my parents. They were yelling at me. I knew they would not punish me. They never did. They could not. I was their only son and I was "normal." No matter what I did, I would always get away with it. Harry was usually the one blamed anyway.

We went home, the quarrel forgotten. I looked at my Smeltings uniform. I lost a lot of weight recently and now the school considered me healthy. I was so glad to finally be able to eat real food again and to tell you the truth so were my parents. I went to my room to think, something few thought I could do.

I was actually kind of smart. The main reason I bullied people was because I wanted the attention. I wanted people to know me and to fear me, but that did not seem important to me any more. I really only had one friend.

When Harry first came here, I was nice; at least I think I was. My parents were mean to Harry and up until a few years ago I did not know why. I thought that was how you were supposed to treat him, a poor excuse I know, but hey look at my examples.

Ever since that demented, I think that is what Harry called it, attacked me, I thought I should change. It was the worst experience I ever felt, but Harry fought it. After that I did not think Harry was that bad. If he could do that then just imagine what else he could do. I wanted to tell him, but he left.

I tried to be nice to him over the summer, but he was so sad. He would not tell us what happened, but whatever it was it had hurt him. He did not even go with one of his friends, when they came for him. He locked himself in his room, voluntarily. Dad was happy about that, though. He hardly ate and I could hear him crying. I left him alone since I did not know what to do.

Next summer will probably be the last time that I will see Harry. I think that I should try to make the most of it. I should do something for him, then maybe he could tell me about my angel. My angel, I like how that sounds. Her face filled my thoughts. When she looked at me she did not have fear in her eyes. That was refreshing for me. I wonder what Harry told her about me. He probably told her that I was a bully and a snob and a pig. How wrong Harry is. People can change, even me.

I wonder what she is doing right now. I lay down on my bed thinking of this. I fell asleep still thinking of her. She also filled my dreams. In that brief meeting, I fell for her. How could she affect me so? I did not even know her name.

AN: I don't own Harry Potter. So what do you think? Is it good or bad? Vote as to who this mystery girl is. Your choices are:

Luna

Hermione

Ginny

Or anyone else you can think of

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KoKo Belle