I'd just like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGGIE/Klaine Is My Life! I've written this in honor of your birthday and hope you enjoy it! To other people out there who are reading this, enjoy. P.S. It took me forever to think of this little one-shot.
There he was, sitting on the kitchen roof, staring at the world because he had no idea why he was there, staring at people below him. "Get down from there this instant!" one of the teachers yelled toward him. But, again, there was that wonder why he was there, why Harry Potter was looking at everything from a bird's perspective.
Harry Potter, that was his name, that was who he was, the girl knew. The girl knew he wore broken glasses and baggy clothes. The girl knew many things about that school, Saint Grogory's Primary School. But she did not know who Saint Grogory was, or why he would want a school named after him. She did not know why Harry wore glasses repaired with tape, or why he lived with his uncle and aunt.
But the girl didn't ask him, didn't ask how he got on the kitchen roof, or why he lived with relatives that weren't his parents. The girl was just a girl who was afraid of Dudley's gang, afraid they might beat her up if she dared talk to his cousin. The girl just wanted, for a moment maybe, to ask him those entire questions she had floating around her head, questions that she was sure he would answer because he was alone.
The day came when she could, when she saw an older version of the boy who sat on the kitchen roof all those years again. He couldn't be older than fourteen as he sat there, but it looked to her as if he was much older. "Hello," she heard herself say to him. "You're Harry Potter, right?"
His eyes, the same shade of bright green they were years ago, looked up, meeting her blue ones. "Yes, I am. Who are you?"
What could she say to him? That she had so many questions for him when he was younger? No, she'd seem weirder than she really was. Instead, she settled for answering his simple question first. "I'm Maggie, I knew you when we went to Saint Grogory's School together. You got yelled at for being on the roof." She wanted to ask where he went for those years, why he didn't continue going to school here.
"Oh." But there wasn't something of recognition in his voice.
"How is your new school?" she asked, knowing that he must go to some type of boarding school in order for him not to return to his home after it. Maggie sat down next to him, taking the almost empty seat next to him on the bench.
He paused, continuing to stare up at the brown haired girl above him, true, he vaguely remembered her, but she said she saw him on the roof of the kitchen, before he knew he was a wizard. "It's quite magical, actually. I have many friends there."
"I bet it's better than mine. I really don't care about history and mathematics," she stated, staring easy conversation with this teenager.
A small laugh escaped his lips, but neither of them knew why, nor did Maggie ask him why he laughed. "It was good seeing you again, Harry. I hope you have fun at your new school," she states, standing from her place.
"It was nice seeing you too," Harry replied, not standing from his spot. And that was one of the last times the girl saw the Boy on the Roof again