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Note: This is if Harry was a muggle, meaning both his parents are alive. Luna is also a muggle, but still wonderfully weird.

North/South Pole Magnetism

Chapter One: And So They Meet

Ayoung man sat on the bench in the park, waiting for his daily ride to work while sipping coffee and reading. The peacefulness he was enjoying soon ended as a strange girl of about his age sat down next to him, placing her over-sized eyes upon him.

"May I help you?" the boy asked.

"No," said the girl.

"Okay…" the boy replied, annoyed.

The young man flipped through his news magazine, then gazed for his taxi. The girl continued to stare at him intently.

"Why are you staring at me?" he asked, rather perturbed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Does it bother you?" she asked innocently.

"Yes, it does."

She looked away at what seemed to be a bird, but then her gaze once again focused on the boy.

"What!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Oh, sorry," she began wistfully, "It's just the way you flip your magazine…I've never seen anyone flip like that before…."

The boy just looked at her unbelievingly. "Right…"

"I am so sorry," the girl said, "Am I making you feel uncomfortable?"

"Yes, you are," he replied flatly.

The girl then drew her gaze to the sky. "Oh, look!" she exclaimed, "An airplane! Look, look! You're not looking! There you go. It's disappearing into the clouds, how wonderful!"

Again all the boy could do was look at her strangely and say, "Right…, that's, um…great."

"Oh bother, I'm looking at you again, aren't I?" she stated. "Sorry about that. It's just the way your eyebrows contract is fascinating!"

"Why?" the boy said with narrow eyes.

"Well, it looks like you have a lot of suppressed anger," she said knowingly, "I wonder, did you not have a loving mother?"

"What! 'Course I had a loving mother?" He shouted in surprise.

"Oh…" Her eyes once again drifted, this time toward the flowers. "Oh look! Look at those beautiful flowers over there! I just love early spring!"

"Um…it's July." the boy said skeptically.

"Well then," she continued, "they would probably be prettier if it were early spring."

She began to look at him intently again. "Did you not have a loving father?"

"My father is fine!" he blurted, "I don't have any suppressed anger! I don't even get angry, so stop analyzing me!"

"You're angry right now, aren't you?" she replied innocently.

"Stop talking to me, please!"

"Well, if that's the way you feel about it." She looked somewhat put-out, but then stood up on the bench and began make odd bird noises.

"What are you doing!" The boy asked loudly.

"Please, your hostility is turning away the geese."

"Geese? What geese?"

"The geese that would come if you would stop being so snooty," she replied angrily.

The boy gazed at her, completely befuddled, and said, "You are so weird."

"Why, thank you! That made my day!"

The girl began to sit down, and when her eyes reached the boy's, she burst out into uncontrollable laughter.

"What is it now?" The boy had almost had enough of this girl, and yet there was something about her that made him oddly fascinated.

"Your face just then," she gasped, "when you looked at me—it was hilarious!" And she again shrieked with laughter.

The boy couldn't help but smile. "Your laugh is—"

"—like a thousand hyenas dancing in the moonlight."

"Ah, sure."

"It's what my father says." she explained.

"Oh." Just then a taxi cab pulled up. "Well, I have to go now." the boy said, somewhat disappointed.

"Alright, it was nice talking to you!"

"Yeah, nice talking to you." And so he left, half relieved, and half saddened.