Chapter 1: The First Meeting.
"Beds empty, no note, car gone! You could have died! You could have been seen!" My Mother's voice echoed through the tall ceilings of the Burrow. My brothers must be home.
I began to search my room for my favourite red jumper, but when I confirmed that it was no where to be found, I ran down the stairs, expecting it to be hanging from the roof in one of Fred and George's attempts of a practical joke.
"Mummy, have you seen my-" I began, before I had noticed who was sitting at the table with my brothers; piercing green eyes, black hair that couldn't be smoothed down into a neat style, and a pink scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. Harry Potter. Harry Potter, in my house! As his eyes caught mine, he flashed a brilliant, dazzling smile in my direction. My insides melted as he said "Hello!" in a friendly yet slightly puzzled voice. I faltered, unsure of what to say in the presence of The Boy Who Lived, so I tore straight back to my room, shut the door and tried to breathe again. But I could still hear, through the thin walls and floors, a confused celebrity saying, "What did I say?" and Ron, apparently embarrassed by me feeble attempt to make myself scarce, saying, "That's Ginny, she's been talking about you all holidays. Dead annoying, really." Trust Ron to make me feel worse.
As the day progressed, I found it harder to avoid Harry, especially when Mum decided it was time for a trip to Diagon Alley for school books. I hopped down the stairs and made my way to the fireplace. When I got there, Harry was already bobbing his head under the mantle piece. I heard, "D-D-Diagon Alley!" escape his stuttering lips, and an explosion of green inferno flicker around him. "Oh dear," I heard my mother sigh under her breath. "We'd better find him before he gets too far."
Once everyone had arrived safely, we began to search for Harry, but to no avail. "We might as well wait for him in the square. He'll be able to see us clearly there." Dad said.
We waited and waited for him to turn up. We were about to begin our search again, until Fred saw a giant, hairy man stomping towards us with Harry and a bushy-haired girl with a wide grin and teeth that resembled a beavers.
"Harry," Dad panted, "We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far. Molly's on her way… she was very concerned!" As he turned away, Ron said, "Where did you end up?" "Nocturne Alley," replied the giant. Upon hearing this, a soft whimper left my quivering lips. Harry looked toward me, tilting his head in a puzzled expression. "Cool!" Fred and George said in unison.
"Alright, let's get these books before the crowds come in." Mum ordered.
As Harry, Ron and the 'Bushy Beaver' girl walked off, I stared after them. One day, I said to myself, One day he'll want to know me. But until then, I knew I had to wait.