As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, "Brasil, here I come... thanksss amigo". Harry watched as it slithered away. At the exit of the reptile house, harry saw the strangest thing of the day.
A girl.
She looked about his age with wild, shoulder length brown hair and fair skin. She had the build of a dancer, stealthy and muscular. She had pink, full lips and eyes so brown, they where almost black.
She was knelling at the entrance of the reptile house, as if waiting for the snake. And she was. The girl put one hand on the ground, creating a ramp from the floor to her shoulder. The snake then curled up her arm and on to her shoulder. He saw it go into her shirt sleeve. And then, the girl ducked out of the reptile house and was gone. But Harry had seen her before. When he was 3 at the market, she stared at him when he was at the soap booth, and she across from him at the all things honey booth. When he was 5, she had just stood in front of his house, for so long he began to get chills on his spine. Again when he was 9, in a dream where they played for hours in a field of daises. It was the only dream he remembered for more than a few days. He remembered that girl, the girl who was constantly around him.