I Just Love You
Ch. 1
A/N: This si a really corny story, I don't think anyone will like it, I'm
crap at writing but R&R anyways!
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Harry made his way down the stairs of number 4 Privet Drive to go and
collect the morning mail. He sifted through the mail, not that he expected
anything, but he hoped that the Dursleys would recieve a pikeof overdue
bills, but no such luck. Invitation, invitation, junk mail, comunity notice
and then the last letter came to Harry as quite a shock. It was for him! He
hadn't received a letter through normal mail since his first letter from
Hogwarts when he was 11, and now, in front of him, in a plain white
envelope was a letter for him!
He quickly stashed the letter in his pants, droped off the Dursleys mail on the table and made his way quickly up to his room.
The letter looked normal enough, no traces of wizard magic or anything from that world. Harry ran his fingers over the flap of the opening and turned the envelope over in his hands. He wasn't dreaming, it was addressed to him. He read the return address.
Laytah Mirone 8623 Dunnaburn St.
"Laytah Mirone, sounds familliar." said Harry. He quickly opened the letter and withdrew the letter. It was witen on plain white paper and writen in plain black ink. It read:
Dear Harry, You may not remember me, and I appologise that this has never gotten to you sooner, your aunt and uncle made sure of that. My name is Laytah Mirone, I went to primary school with you. I've been trying to contact you for the last 5 years, all prior attemps have failed. I've learned that you are attending a school for criminaly insane boys, but I refuse to beleive it! How can cut little Harry Potter, with the broken glasses and the messed up hair, be chriminaly insane! If you ever receive this letter, please contact me as soon as possible, just so I know that you are still alive! I'm so sorry that I never helped you in school, I was just so scared of Dudley, I am such a coward. I am so sorry, i hope that you have it in your heart to forgive me. I don't care if you remember me or not, I wouldn't expect you to, but to put my aching heart at rest please at least give me some sign of life. Love Laytah Mirone
"She went to school with me, someone that actualy noticed me!" Harry ran over to his book shelf and pulled out his class book from Gr. 6 and scanned the names of his class. She was right beside his messy haired pickture, Laytah Mirone.
She had shoulder length black hair that rested on her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes and a cute little smile. Harry rememberd her slightly, she was always quiet and he rememberred that she drew a lot.
Harry opened his desk and got out a peice of parchment and his quill. He was just about to start writing when he rememberd, She wouldn't knoe about the wizarding world. So he made his way downstairs to search for some paper and an envelope.
The Dursleys reluctantly gave him some paper and an old envelope. He rushed upstairs to write his letter.
Dear Laytah, I remember you slightly from primary school but my memory is a bit blurry of those years. I am alive and well but I could be better. I am not going to the school you think I am despite what my cousin may say. I am really glad to know that somone actualy noticed me in school, I had the feeling everyone hated me because of Dudly. Thanks for your concern, Harry Potter
Harry walked over to the sleeping Hedwig and pet her head lightly. She fluttered her eyes open and gave a light hoot. Harry tied his letter to her leg.
"Send this to 8623 Dunnaburn St. but don't deliver it personaly, just put it in the mail slot." He pat her head and she took off.
Harry sat down onto his bed and wondered what Laytah would look like. Would she be the same? Harry turned around and looked at his reflection. He looked at the picture of 11 year old Harry, then looked at 16 year old Harry. He had changed so much, he was no longer the skinniy little boy he used to be, he's grown up.
He was tall now, with well defined muscles on his arms from playing Quiditch. His face was much like his fathers but a bit more defined and rougher. The only thing that remained the same, his messy black hair, his bright green eyes and his lightning bolt scar.
He traced his finger allong the cursed scar, it always hurt a bit since Voldemort returned. Harry ponderd about why Laytah had been trying to contact him all this time and made his way downstairs.
*3 Days Later*
For the past few days Harry had been waiting for the post to arrive to see if Laytah would reply. The Dursleys seemed to suspect something but they left him alone for feat of their reputation and sanity. Today was the day. He grabed the letter and rushed upstairs before anyone could stop him.
"What in the bloody hell is that boy up to?" said Vernon steamily as Harry ran upstairs.
Harry tore open the envelope and withdrew the letter.
Dear Harry, That Gody you're alive! I was really worried that something terrible might have happened! Well, I'm just glad you are ok. If it's alright, I'd like to see you again, I have somethig that I think might be yours and I hope that I might be able to return it. I do hope that your aunt and uncl let you go, I think that this is something that you'll find very important. You should contact me by telephone, it's much easyer. My number is 824-556- 1096. Love Laytah Mirone
Harry took the letter and popped his head out of his bedroom door. He checked to see that everyone was downstairs eating breakfast and snuk into Dudleys room to use his telephone. He climbed over the messy pile of dirty clothes on the floor and picked up the telephone receiver to dial the number.
He waited out a few rings and then he herd a voice on the other end.
"Hello?" said a female voice on the other end.
"Um.. Hi, is Laytah there?" asked Harry sheepishly.
"This is her speaking." said the female voice. It was a nice voice, not to high but soothing to the ears. "Harry, is that you?"
"Um..Ya, it's me. Uh, i got your letter, I'm really quite shoked that you acualy noticed me."
"Well, I really need to see you, i have something that might be yours and I really think you should have it back. Are you free right now?"
"Well ya, I suppose. Where do you wanna meet?"
"Well, you still live at number 4 Privet Drive right? It's only a 5 minute walk from my house, if you're ready I'll be there. We can go to that new Caffé on Winch St."
"Ok, I'll be waiting outside."
"Alright see you in 5 minutes."
"Bye." and he hung up the receiver.
Laytah seemed to be a bit strange to Harry, it was almost like they had been best friends for years the way she had talked to him on the phone. He but on his pair on worn runners and headed for the front door.
"Where are you off to boy?" asked Vernon.
"Oh, um... Just going to go and die in a ditch, thats all." said Harry opening the door and slaming it behind him.
It was a nice sunny day out but not too hot considering. Just as he steped out he saw a tall slender girl walk up to him. She had waivy black hair with purple streaks in it that rested on her shoulders and she had the most raidiant blue eyes he had ever seen. She was wearing a pale grey t-shirt and a summery white skirt. She looked like an angel to Harry. He had never seen anyone so beautiful.
"Harry? Are you alright?" she asked in her angelique voice.
"Um, ya, sorry. Laytah, I had no idea what you might have looked like, you look great."
"Thanks, and I could say the same about yourself. We've both changed a lot but you still have your cute messy hair and those bright green eyes. Oh yes, and that scar. Cut little Harry Potter is no longer a boy, but a man."
Harry blushed slightly.
"Well, um, the Caffé is only a few blocks away, shall we go?"
They walked allong in silence until they enterd th small caffé. It reminded him of his date with Cho. He didn't want to remeber that, it was one of the worst eperiences in his life! They sat down at a table by the window and Laytah ordered two cups of coffe.
"So, you said that you had something that might be mine?" said Harry reluctantly.
"Oh, I just about forgot!" Laytah put her hands behind her neck and undid the clasp of a neclace. She pulled it out and handed it to Harry. It was a silver heat locket that had red swirls all over the edge. On the back it read: 'You are the only one I love.'
"I stole it from Dudley in 6th grade before you left. He said it was yours but that your aunt and uncly had hid it from you and given it to him. It was the only thing I was brave enought to do, but I never got the chance to give it to you. It's quite a strange little locket though. You picture was in it and it seemed to age with you. And when I wore it I would sometimes give me strange feelings, like someone was in trouble or feeling an emotion."
Harry opened the locket and saw his own face. It len faded into the silver and then Laytahs pretty face was in his place. Harry knew at once that this was a magical locket that was perhaps connected to him.
"I don't ever recall this necklace..." but then it hit him, his mother Lilly was wearing it in her weding pictures. It was his mothers locket. "It was my mums..."
"Really! Why would the Dursleys keep this from you then!"
"Because they hate me, they hate what I am, what my parents..." he lat it slip. She didn't know about their world, could she keep it secret? Why was he being so open to her?
"What? What do you mean Harry, what you are?"
"Listen, can we go somewhere else and talk, I really don't want to discuss this here."
"Well sure, um, there is a park down the road, will that be ok?"
"Sure, just lets go."
They rushed out of the shop and headed down to the deserted park. Harry leant agains a tree and turned around.
"Harry, whats wrong?" asked Laytah.
"I...I have to tell you something, but I don't know if I can."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone! Is there something wrong with the locket?" Laytah cam closer to him concerned that she might have done sonething wrong to upset Harry.
"It sort of has to do with the locket. Laytah, I'm not like other people I'm...I'm...I'm a wizard."
Laytah kind of stood there stuned for a second.
"A...a...a..."
"Please don't tell anyone! I'm not supposed to tell you! Please Laytah!"
"Harry, your a Wizard. I don't know what to say..." "Don't say anything! I know if you think this is weird, you can leave, I know I'm a frea..." but before Harry could finish his lips were locked with Laytah's in a kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted like peaches. She kissed him for what seemed like hours then she pulled away.
A/N: I hoped you liked it! It was stupid, I hate it, flame me, just give me reviews!
He quickly stashed the letter in his pants, droped off the Dursleys mail on the table and made his way quickly up to his room.
The letter looked normal enough, no traces of wizard magic or anything from that world. Harry ran his fingers over the flap of the opening and turned the envelope over in his hands. He wasn't dreaming, it was addressed to him. He read the return address.
Laytah Mirone 8623 Dunnaburn St.
"Laytah Mirone, sounds familliar." said Harry. He quickly opened the letter and withdrew the letter. It was witen on plain white paper and writen in plain black ink. It read:
Dear Harry, You may not remember me, and I appologise that this has never gotten to you sooner, your aunt and uncle made sure of that. My name is Laytah Mirone, I went to primary school with you. I've been trying to contact you for the last 5 years, all prior attemps have failed. I've learned that you are attending a school for criminaly insane boys, but I refuse to beleive it! How can cut little Harry Potter, with the broken glasses and the messed up hair, be chriminaly insane! If you ever receive this letter, please contact me as soon as possible, just so I know that you are still alive! I'm so sorry that I never helped you in school, I was just so scared of Dudley, I am such a coward. I am so sorry, i hope that you have it in your heart to forgive me. I don't care if you remember me or not, I wouldn't expect you to, but to put my aching heart at rest please at least give me some sign of life. Love Laytah Mirone
"She went to school with me, someone that actualy noticed me!" Harry ran over to his book shelf and pulled out his class book from Gr. 6 and scanned the names of his class. She was right beside his messy haired pickture, Laytah Mirone.
She had shoulder length black hair that rested on her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes and a cute little smile. Harry rememberd her slightly, she was always quiet and he rememberred that she drew a lot.
Harry opened his desk and got out a peice of parchment and his quill. He was just about to start writing when he rememberd, She wouldn't knoe about the wizarding world. So he made his way downstairs to search for some paper and an envelope.
The Dursleys reluctantly gave him some paper and an old envelope. He rushed upstairs to write his letter.
Dear Laytah, I remember you slightly from primary school but my memory is a bit blurry of those years. I am alive and well but I could be better. I am not going to the school you think I am despite what my cousin may say. I am really glad to know that somone actualy noticed me in school, I had the feeling everyone hated me because of Dudly. Thanks for your concern, Harry Potter
Harry walked over to the sleeping Hedwig and pet her head lightly. She fluttered her eyes open and gave a light hoot. Harry tied his letter to her leg.
"Send this to 8623 Dunnaburn St. but don't deliver it personaly, just put it in the mail slot." He pat her head and she took off.
Harry sat down onto his bed and wondered what Laytah would look like. Would she be the same? Harry turned around and looked at his reflection. He looked at the picture of 11 year old Harry, then looked at 16 year old Harry. He had changed so much, he was no longer the skinniy little boy he used to be, he's grown up.
He was tall now, with well defined muscles on his arms from playing Quiditch. His face was much like his fathers but a bit more defined and rougher. The only thing that remained the same, his messy black hair, his bright green eyes and his lightning bolt scar.
He traced his finger allong the cursed scar, it always hurt a bit since Voldemort returned. Harry ponderd about why Laytah had been trying to contact him all this time and made his way downstairs.
*3 Days Later*
For the past few days Harry had been waiting for the post to arrive to see if Laytah would reply. The Dursleys seemed to suspect something but they left him alone for feat of their reputation and sanity. Today was the day. He grabed the letter and rushed upstairs before anyone could stop him.
"What in the bloody hell is that boy up to?" said Vernon steamily as Harry ran upstairs.
Harry tore open the envelope and withdrew the letter.
Dear Harry, That Gody you're alive! I was really worried that something terrible might have happened! Well, I'm just glad you are ok. If it's alright, I'd like to see you again, I have somethig that I think might be yours and I hope that I might be able to return it. I do hope that your aunt and uncl let you go, I think that this is something that you'll find very important. You should contact me by telephone, it's much easyer. My number is 824-556- 1096. Love Laytah Mirone
Harry took the letter and popped his head out of his bedroom door. He checked to see that everyone was downstairs eating breakfast and snuk into Dudleys room to use his telephone. He climbed over the messy pile of dirty clothes on the floor and picked up the telephone receiver to dial the number.
He waited out a few rings and then he herd a voice on the other end.
"Hello?" said a female voice on the other end.
"Um.. Hi, is Laytah there?" asked Harry sheepishly.
"This is her speaking." said the female voice. It was a nice voice, not to high but soothing to the ears. "Harry, is that you?"
"Um..Ya, it's me. Uh, i got your letter, I'm really quite shoked that you acualy noticed me."
"Well, I really need to see you, i have something that might be yours and I really think you should have it back. Are you free right now?"
"Well ya, I suppose. Where do you wanna meet?"
"Well, you still live at number 4 Privet Drive right? It's only a 5 minute walk from my house, if you're ready I'll be there. We can go to that new Caffé on Winch St."
"Ok, I'll be waiting outside."
"Alright see you in 5 minutes."
"Bye." and he hung up the receiver.
Laytah seemed to be a bit strange to Harry, it was almost like they had been best friends for years the way she had talked to him on the phone. He but on his pair on worn runners and headed for the front door.
"Where are you off to boy?" asked Vernon.
"Oh, um... Just going to go and die in a ditch, thats all." said Harry opening the door and slaming it behind him.
It was a nice sunny day out but not too hot considering. Just as he steped out he saw a tall slender girl walk up to him. She had waivy black hair with purple streaks in it that rested on her shoulders and she had the most raidiant blue eyes he had ever seen. She was wearing a pale grey t-shirt and a summery white skirt. She looked like an angel to Harry. He had never seen anyone so beautiful.
"Harry? Are you alright?" she asked in her angelique voice.
"Um, ya, sorry. Laytah, I had no idea what you might have looked like, you look great."
"Thanks, and I could say the same about yourself. We've both changed a lot but you still have your cute messy hair and those bright green eyes. Oh yes, and that scar. Cut little Harry Potter is no longer a boy, but a man."
Harry blushed slightly.
"Well, um, the Caffé is only a few blocks away, shall we go?"
They walked allong in silence until they enterd th small caffé. It reminded him of his date with Cho. He didn't want to remeber that, it was one of the worst eperiences in his life! They sat down at a table by the window and Laytah ordered two cups of coffe.
"So, you said that you had something that might be mine?" said Harry reluctantly.
"Oh, I just about forgot!" Laytah put her hands behind her neck and undid the clasp of a neclace. She pulled it out and handed it to Harry. It was a silver heat locket that had red swirls all over the edge. On the back it read: 'You are the only one I love.'
"I stole it from Dudley in 6th grade before you left. He said it was yours but that your aunt and uncly had hid it from you and given it to him. It was the only thing I was brave enought to do, but I never got the chance to give it to you. It's quite a strange little locket though. You picture was in it and it seemed to age with you. And when I wore it I would sometimes give me strange feelings, like someone was in trouble or feeling an emotion."
Harry opened the locket and saw his own face. It len faded into the silver and then Laytahs pretty face was in his place. Harry knew at once that this was a magical locket that was perhaps connected to him.
"I don't ever recall this necklace..." but then it hit him, his mother Lilly was wearing it in her weding pictures. It was his mothers locket. "It was my mums..."
"Really! Why would the Dursleys keep this from you then!"
"Because they hate me, they hate what I am, what my parents..." he lat it slip. She didn't know about their world, could she keep it secret? Why was he being so open to her?
"What? What do you mean Harry, what you are?"
"Listen, can we go somewhere else and talk, I really don't want to discuss this here."
"Well sure, um, there is a park down the road, will that be ok?"
"Sure, just lets go."
They rushed out of the shop and headed down to the deserted park. Harry leant agains a tree and turned around.
"Harry, whats wrong?" asked Laytah.
"I...I have to tell you something, but I don't know if I can."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone! Is there something wrong with the locket?" Laytah cam closer to him concerned that she might have done sonething wrong to upset Harry.
"It sort of has to do with the locket. Laytah, I'm not like other people I'm...I'm...I'm a wizard."
Laytah kind of stood there stuned for a second.
"A...a...a..."
"Please don't tell anyone! I'm not supposed to tell you! Please Laytah!"
"Harry, your a Wizard. I don't know what to say..." "Don't say anything! I know if you think this is weird, you can leave, I know I'm a frea..." but before Harry could finish his lips were locked with Laytah's in a kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted like peaches. She kissed him for what seemed like hours then she pulled away.
A/N: I hoped you liked it! It was stupid, I hate it, flame me, just give me reviews!