Summary:
Harry Potter meets a girl. Or, better yet to say: He meets a blubbering mess. (OneShot)
Disclaimer:
The story is mine but Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
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Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived To Tell The Tale, was walking along the streets in London peacefully.
Muggle London that is, seriously, he could never walk along a street in wizarding britain peacefully.
Rita Skeeter would have him in her clutches within five minutes... what am I saying, within five seconds.
So while he was walking, no harm intended, he came across a bench.
And on that bench sat a girl, probably his age, reading a book and simultanously hiccuping and blubbering and swearing.
"Excuse me", he asked, "I don't mean to intrude but are you okay?"
The girls head snapped up and she stared at him with wide blue eyes.
She said nothing, only continuing to gawp at him.
"Erm..." said Harry "okay well, I gotta keep going."
He had just turned to leave when suddenly he became victim to a vicious attack - the girl in a blubbering mess of hair and tears and hugs all over him. Ginny's not gonna like this he thought as he patted the girls back awkwardly, all the while trying (but failing) to entangle himself fro the girl.
"You're H - Harry Potter!" she exclaimed, finally releasing him, now gesturing about.
"What are you doing here! I was just reading the book! Oh my god! This is so cool!"
Rather not, he thought. Wee now I can't even go out in muggle London without being recognized.
"... and then I was only just now reading how you defeated Tom Riddle and how sparks flew from your wand and I thought like, finally..."
Oh man and now she's babbling... I wonder if I can just sneak away...
"... Ronald ended up with Hermione I have no clue, honestly -the imbecile can't even..."
Merlin save me, this girl is worse than Lavender Brown! he internally banged his head against a wall.
She was still ranting and raving, her arms flailing in the air, remarkably looking like a penguin trying to fly, as Harry backed off, turned a corner and ran for all that his life was worth.
The babbling, however, continued.
"... just so cute, I wonder how he might've looked as a child all blond glory and silver eyes..."
Silence. "Hey, where have you gone to?! Hrmpf. So rude!"
The girl sat back on the bench and continued reading.
"Now I'm already daydreaming about seeing Harry Potter and having hallucinations of speaking to him... duh, bye bye sanity." she said, then immersed herself in her book "Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows".
Harry Potter - the very real one, mind you - meanwhile reached his home, threw the door close behind him and sank to the floor.
"Harry?" came the curious voice of his wife, Ginevra Potter,
"Harry what happended to you? I thought you went for a walk around the park in muggle London?"
"Ginny, I'm never leaving the house again. They're all completely bonkers."