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Odilyn
Prologue
"Hi. What's your name?"
The soft voice startled the six year old boy with the unruly hair. He looked up suddenly, unsure if the question was directed at him. A girl about his own age with light brown curly hair and big chocolate brown eyes stood in front of him, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"Are you talking to me?" His green eyes opened wide as he asked the question.
"Of course. There isn't anyone else here." This was true. The July day was scorching and everyone was indoors with air conditioning, not hanging about a worn out playground.
"I'm sorry. Nobody usually talks to me. My name's Harry, Harry Potter."
" Hi, Harry. My name is Elizabeth Greer. I've seen you around here. Where do you live?"
"I live with my aunt and uncle, the Dursley's. They don't like to have me hanging around the house during the summer. It gets lonely though. I don't have any friends." Harry looked down as he said this. His messy black hair shifted slightly, revealing a curiously shaped scar on his pale forehead. Elizabeth noticed this and wondered how he got it.
"I don't have any friends either. My family just moved here from France a few weeks ago. Would you maybe like to play with me?" A pleading tone had crept into her voice.
"Sure."
Thus began the first real friendship of Harry Potter's life. Lizzie, as she liked to be called, was like sunshine spilling into his otherwise dreary life. They would meet almost every day during that summer at the playground. She was very observant for her age and knew how to cater to Harry's various moods. She would be blithe and merry when he was happy or sympathetic and thoughtful when he was blue. Harry soon learned that his life at the Dursley's became more bearable if her sunny, pixie face was waiting for him by the slide at the park.
Then, on the first day of September, she was gone. They were supposed to meet at the park as usual. Harry strolled listlessly into the play area, his hands deep in his too-big jeans. His uncle, Vernon, had been particularly nasty to him today. He needed Lizzie to cheer him up. He waited and waited, but she never came. She was never late. He knew then that she was gone and he would most likely never see her again. Lizzie was gone and his life would go back to its dreary monotony. That night he cried himself to sleep for the first time since Lizzie had flitted into his life.
"Quick, Liz. Pack your bags."
"But Mama, I'm supposed to meet a friend! Why do we have to go now?" Lizzie asked her mother as Mrs. Greer frantically tore about the room, shoving clothes into an oversized suitcase.
"Don't ask questions, Elizabeth. We are going to your grandmother's house in Paris. Go pack now."
Lizzie knew that it was useless to argue when her mother used that tone. She could only hope that she would be able to get a message to Harry before they left.
The front door burst open. Her father stood in the doorway, a panicked look in his eyes.
"They're coming, Eva! Take Liz and get out of here. I'll hold them off."
Her mother grabbed her hand quickly before dragging her out the back door, but not before she looked in her husband's brown eyes. The unspoken message there was enough to bring tears pouring down her cheeks.
"I love you, Eva. Take care of Lizzie. Elizabeth, listen to your mother, she will explain everything. I love you both. Now go!"
"I love you, Harold!"
Evangeline Greer shouted this as she gripped Lizzie's hand tightly and turned on the spot. Lizzie felt as if the air was being pushed out of her lungs and a rushing sound pressed on her ear drums. The next moment it stopped and they tumbled to the ground in the middle of her grandmother's living room. Lizzie was too shocked by the words her father had spoken to even be surprised by the strange change in locality. Her mother's arms wrapped tightly around her and their mingled sobs shook through their bodies. She knew her father was gone.