It was a lazy summer day in Godric's Hollow. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there was a whistling of the wind flying through the air. In the backyard of a two-story Colonial, stood a tall oak tree. Underneath the oak tree was a little boy, on a red and white checkered picnic blanket. The blanket was large, and thick. The perfect kind of blanket to sit and eat on. The little boy, not more than 2 years of age, was all alone on this picnic blanket. Wearing a pale green short sleeved shirt, and quarter length denim pants, the boy was barefoot, staring up at the large oak tree. The boy could see a family of squirrels in the tree, gathering their food up for the winter. The squirrels cheeks were full of nuts, filled to the brim, one almost falling out. Seeing this, the little boy gurgled with laughter.
"Harry! What are you looking at, Sweetie? What is up there?" Asked a nice, sweet feminine voice.
The boy, who was called Harry, turned around to see this woman. She had long, red hair hanging down along her shoulders, falling across her chest. The color was similar to the color of a fresh, ripe apple. His eyes flowed to her face, and there he saw pale skin and freckles, a pointed nose, and a loving smile. When she looked at him, he could see, bright, piercing green eyes, just like his own.
"Mama!" Harry screamed. It was his mother!
Today was the last day of August, tomorrow being September first. Harry's dad was away on a business trip, his mother said, and it was just the two of them. She had setup the nice red and white picnic blanket out for them, saying she wanted to have lunch outside for once. Harry could never really figure out why his mother didn't let him go outside a whole lot, but he was happy to be out here for once. Looking up once more, Harry saw that the family of squirrels had left, most likely in search of more food. Thinking of food, Harry heard his tummy give a load growl.
"Is my little Harrikins hungry? It might be time to open up the picnic basket then!" His mum noticed his growling tummy.
She motioned to the food in the old wooden picnic basket. Harry wondered how long his mum had owned that thing. It looked older than her! But it contained the food that he wanted so bad. Harry's mum opened the picnic basket with a flick of a stick, he still couldn't figure out what that was or how she did that either! Why did he not have one? He wanted one. Harry started to cry in frustration.
"Oh, Harry. Are you that hungry? Come here baby." His mum motioned to her lap.
She was wearing a long flowered dress today, so he fit right in her lap where her legs and dress made a hammock like seat, as she was sitting Indian style. Harry curled right up, snuggling into his mothers chest. He was no longer upset, maybe a little hungry, but not upset. Everything was okay now, he had his mum.
"Ahhhh!" Harry screamed, waking up the entire dormitory.
"Urg! What's wrong, is it a spider? Voldemort? Ginny?" Ron yelled, just waking up.
The other boys all jumped out of their beds, grabbing their wands, thinking something was seriously wrong. Instead, they found Harry Potter, sitting on his bed, Indian style, his legs and the blanket creating a hammock like seat and a lion stuffed animal sitting in between his legs. Harry had his head clutched in-between his hands, and he was sobbing. His glasses were thrown to the floor, and his hair was a mess. He was shaking.
"Harry, man. What's wrong? Is it your scar? Voldemort?" Asked Ron, nervously.
Looking up with tear stained eyes, Harry stared at Ron in the eyes.
"I remember her. I remember my mum." Orphan Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived replied.