This is a short, sweet story that I got the idea from my drabble series. Check it out, it's called He Loves Her.

Anyway, it was like a story calling to me. Sorry if it's unoriginal ;

All flames & or nice reviews are very much welcomed!

Disclaimer: I obviously own nothing.

A young boy, around the age of 10, frowned and kicked his ball around, his eyes downcast. He was in a park that was just bursting with other young kids.

But he was alone.

He wished for someone to play with, but no one wanted to be with the "kid with the weird parents and the scar." He had a faded red scar, in the shape of a lightning bolt, on his forehead. And while he tried to hide it with his shaggy, jet black hair, he still couldn't shake off the teasing kids.

His hands in his pockets, he stepped forward and kicked the ball as far as it would go, his head hanging. Harry sighed, his shoulders sagging.

He scrunched up his nose, a desperate attempt to push his glasses up before they fell off his head. But no luck—the circular, black, thick-framed glasses slid off his nose and landed softly in the thick, lush grass. One of the older boys ran over and stomped on the glasses, the frame and glass shattering with a sickening crunch. The bully then ran off, laughing cruelly with his friends.

Oh, he was going to get it when he got home. Aunt Petunia would be asking him why couldn't he be more like Dudley? And of course, Uncle Vernon would yell at him and would refuse to buy him a new pair. Oh, how unfair life was.

A small, silver tear slid down his cheek as he wished for a friend, just one. That's all he wanted. Someone to play with, to laugh with, to kick his ball around with. Oh, how he wished for one. That's all he really wanted in life. So he would just keep thinking, and wishing, and hoping, until his dream finally came true.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over his body, and he lifted his head up in surprise.

"Can I play?" A young, bushy haired girl asked, his ball in hand. Harry lifted his head and smiled. The girl smiled back, flashing him a crooked-teethed grin. But Harry didn't care what she looked like. He only cared what she was.

A friend

Awww! Wasn't that sweet? I hope you guys enjoyed. Review my story and then check out my drabble series! (And review that also -hinthint-)