Long Lost Sister
Chapter one
The Girl in the Window
Young ten year old Potter awoke with a start, he had been having a horrible dream that always ended with a flash of green light. That old scare on his forehead burned like crazy, it always managed to keep him up at night. As he sat up, the old room Dudley used as his second storage area was dirty with matted hand-me-down cloths, the floor creaked underneath his hole ridden socks. He could hear his aunt and uncle downstairs,'Three...two...one.', "POTTER!" It was his uncle Vernon never failing to wake him up to do his morning chores, so with a shy he placed his broken glasses over his nose, and walked over to the window. What he wouldn't give to just get away from here, he felt out of place at this stinking house and wished he could just fly away. As he looked up and straight across to his neighbor's house he saw an equally depressed face, it was the face of a kind but sad girl maybe around his own age, and from what he could tell she had jet black hair just like his. As she smiled and waved at him he smiled and waved back, he was happy to know that at least one person in this messed up neighborhood was kind. His attention was taken away from her however as his uncle called from down stairs, when he turned to look back at the girl she was gone, he sighed thinking maybe he just dreamed her up.
The whole day went by in a dull fashion, every second he could he tried to find evidence of the girl he had seen in the window. The only girl he saw come out of that house was Myrtle a girl Dudley's age who had befriended him just last summer when the people moved in, the Maloy's as he learned from their mailbox. He never even saw another girl in the house, which is why he didn't even know if the girl he saw this morning was real or not, it seemed like it was all just a vague dream a very nice dream but a dream all the same. Although he did stay positive about the situation, besides the Maloy's never really portrayed themselves as friendly people, but what right did he have to label them when he hardly knew them? He did as he was told by his uncle and Aunt: cut the yard, wash the cars, trim the hedges and do everything else that his fat lard of an uncle was too lazy to do himself including the easiest task of getting the newspaper.
That night as Harry undresses and redresses into Dudley's old cloths he can't help but stare out of the window. As he moved closer he examined the house for the first time in months, it shone in the moon the white paint with soft blue shutters looked so nice and peaceful it looked so much better than the dumb he was living in. As he continued to stare he was surprised by a figure moving in the window right across from his own, Could this be that girl the girl of his dreams? He pressed his face against the cold glass and watched as the figure came to the window it was the girl, more radiant now than ever before. Her silk pajamas caught her figure wonderfully and her face glowed with a white sort of urea about her head, even her dark hair and her soft green eyes reflected the moon like an angel, his own little angel. He wished he could just fly over to her and wrap his arms about her waist, to feel her soft skin exposed against his own and to hear her voice whispering into his ear taking him away from the Dursley's house forever. When she laughed at him, he laughed as well finally noticing his reflection in the mirror. His nose was completely flattened against the glass and his glasses where lopsided, he sat straight up and smiled as she waved at him,'So it wasn't a dream!' he thought as he waved back, he almost thought he heard the sound re-echoed in his mind as he and the girl sat in silence for what felt like forever.