Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter this is has been made by the great mind of J.K. Rowling
Note from the Author:
This was originally made for my friend as a birthday gift and I suppose it still is but I've be told to add it here (don't ask me why) So here we go! I hope everyone enjoys it because I feel it's going to get real confusing
Prologue
Love.
A word I find overrated, a word that has been tossed carelessly until it has lost all meaning. I don't know much about love but I do know that it's supposed to be something special, and therefore should be treated that way, where and when you really mean it.
Pre-Hogwarts, when I went to my muggle school that is, I experienced a lot of unfriendly scenes with other students. Scenes I dare to pronounce once more. These girls, much more older and heavy built, always seemed to target me during breaks and lunch time, that frightened me more than anything I was capable of. Those three girls hunted me down, and once they did, they laugh and mock me until I dared to sprint away but they always tug on my ponytail to drag me back painfully to my previous spot.
It happened almost all the years up to Hogwarts and I couldn't squeak a word to mum or dad, no.. they would do so much worse otherwise.
But what happened on this one day I believed was a simmering June 13th a boy, not so much taller or older than me, I believe he was around my age back then. He didn't seem to fit in, I remember that part very clearly, I suppose at that moment, he was just a bystander from a nearby school, he didn't wear the uniform I wore but rather a heavy grey top that spilled over his lean bony body as if made ten times bigger than him and beige baggy trousers that was tied rather too tightly around his tiny waist. I watched him stare blankly towards the four of us; me and the three senseless girls who were then fiddling with my hair again, twiddling it furiously in their sausage-fingered hands, cackling feverishly. He groped the metal fence as if trying to get a look closer, maybe his eye sight was bad?
The next moment went briskly in a blur, it was hard to even capture it in my mind an hour later after the incident. What happened was hysterically crazy, I felt mindless when I turned, turned and saw the three horrible girls unnaturally wobbling and flexing over one another from loss of balance. What I saw was as if they were made of jelly and had a minor bone problem as they hardly could fix a posture, twisting and turning and never able to stop, wobbling maddeningly. I couldn't help but felt a little pinch in my heart of shear gratefulness, the boy who was still at the fence smiled, not in a cruel, dark, menacing way but a helpless sort of friendly way, I returned the grin and had an afterthought that was - I don't know how to this very day, determined to think he was the one that did it. Now, obviously I now know what made those girls look inhuman; Magic. But the boy still remains a mystery. And I feel stupid to feel, that the boy who saved the remainder part of my muggle school years was truly my first love, what more, love at first sight.