Some crickets could be heard in the evening night, in a small park in Little Whinging a young boy was sat on an swing. He did not swing just sitting there in his own thoughts. Looking at him you would just see an ordinary boy maybe a little thin and whit clothes way to big for him, slightly crocked glasses on his nose and some messy black hair covering his forehead and his famous scar. Harry Potter the boy who lived who only one year old survived the killing curse that killed his parents and so many others the dark lord wanted dead. The dark lord had disappeared after his failure to kill this boy thought to be dead.
Harry had after that night survived the dark lord several times but some people around him had not been so lucky. 1 year ago at the eve of the dark lords return Cedric Diggory had to pay the ultimate prize for just being at the wrong place in the wrong time, something that still lay as an heavy burden upon Harry's shoulders but even more recently his godfather Sirius Black had died by the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry had seen visions of the Dark Lord torturing his godfather and had set out whit some of his friends to save him, but it had all been a trap and in the end Sirius had been one of those who had come to save Harry.

The guilt that he had been the one who got Sirius to run out of hiding to save him and die because of it was unbearable. He had been told so many times that he had to close down his mind so the Dark Lord wouldn't be able to read him but he had not done enough. Now here he sat knowing that the one person he felt was like a father to him was gone, the one person he could tell anything. Harry had other people in his life that he knew he could trust but some things were so hard to talk about. His best friends would always worry so when he told them about things like his scar and the headmaster had ignored him the whole year. But he missed them all so much, but it was the summer break which meant he was stuck whit his aunt and uncle 2 muggles who despised him, he could not talk to them about the hurt he felt, he could not even tell them his "murderous" godfather was dead, it had been the only thing that kept them bearable these last 2 years. He hoped the would be allowed to go to the burrow to his friends the Weasleys soon so he would have some company but as it was now he was stuck here, all alone.

Sitting there in his own gloom he did not notice the girl walking in to the park neither did he notice how she was walking towards the swing set he at the moment were occupying. He could suddenly hear footsteps followed by a girls voice

"Good evening! Is it alright if I join you here?" The girl sounded happy but talk whit a little strange accent.

"Yeah sure.." Harry answered without looking up.

"Aha okay! I am Hanna by the way" Hanna said cheerily she looked at him and her voice got a little worried "Are you alright?"

Just what I needed... Harry thought to himself wanting to be left alone "I have had better days."

"I see" Hanna said taking a seat on the swing next to Harry's still looking at him she asked "Anything you would like to talk about?"

Harry glanced toward her, she was about his age whit long brown hair going down her back she wore glasses and he couldn't really see her eyes that well in the dark. After a few seconds she put a hand on her face at when she removed it it kinda looked like she had a small blush. "I am sorry, you don't know me, I don't know you just I don't like seeing people sad." she was talking faster the word and ended whit a "Ehhemm."

Harry looked at this girl whit a puzzled look but couldn't help smiling a little bit, she was a bit strange but it look like she wanted him well, he had wanted to be whit his friends to have to talk to maybe he shouldn't give this girl the cold shoulder, who else did he have here? Except Hedwig of course. Not sure how to respond Harry vent whit a 'hello'. "Hello Hanna, my name is Harry, uh it is nice to meet you"

The girl gave Harry a big smile to his respond "It is nice to meet you to Harry, I am new around here so I don't really know that much people."

So she is new here that explains why I don't recognize he, and her funny way of talking. "So you moved here recently?"

"Yes, I moved her last week, I am from Sweden, so I am not that great at English but I hope to get better whit it soon."

"I don't think it is too bad" Harry got a big smile in response to that.

"Well thank you! Is it okay to ask why you are here alone?" She gave him an quizzical yet worried look. "I don't want to pry and if you don't want to talk about it is it's alright, just that it looks like you should be whit friends right now."

Harry gave a sigh, and thought to himself if he wanted to talk about it and how much, he can't really tell this random muggle girl that Lord Voldermort it out to kill him and thanks to that his godfather got murdered, but talking had previously helped him to calm down his sad feelings.

"Well, I don't really have any friends to talk to.. " He saw her eyes widening and that she was about to say something "I mean, I do have friends and good ones but not here, I will not see them until I go back to school."

"Being far from your friends can be hard, so you miss your friends?"

"I do" Harry started wondering how much he should tell. "But I will see them soon enough, we can always write in the meantime. I just my.. my godfather" Harry could feel his throat clump up and how is eyes was burning, but he would not cry not now. "My godfather died.. last week.."

"Oh Harry! I am so sorry.. were you close?"

"We were, he was like the closest thing to a parent I had, I could always talk to him, he always knew what to do.." Do not cry, do not cry.. Harry got a little startled as he could feel a hand on his back gently stroking him.

"It sounds like he was an wonderful man and cared allot for you." Harry could not stop a sob and then an another one and without thinking he answered.

"He cared to much.. otherwise he would not have come to save me.. it was my..fa.. " Harry then quiet down, he could not say all this, how could he explain it

"He saved you?"

Harry did not know what to do anymore, he was about to cry the guilt was burning his eyes, all he could do was to bit down trying not to let any more sobs escape, he had said to much he neither could or wanted to explain what happen that night at the ministry of magic all he wanted was to find somewhere to hide from his feeling hide from this girl, he did not want her to see him cry he did not want anybody to see it. He put his face in his hands and started to breathe slowly inn and out.

"Harry, it is alright, let it out." He could feel how the girls arms embraced him, he hadn't notice when she stood up or that he had for that matter, he did not care he answered the hug and started to cry. whispering "I am so sorry Sirius, I am so sorry" to himself. He did not know how long he stood there he was just dimly aware of arms stroking his back and a shoulder getting more and more damp. After a while he lifted the head and looked down and saw a face looking up on him, 2 brown eyes whit just some small hints of green looked whit sympathy at him he could now also see that the girl had some freckles around her nose, Harry could feel how his neck felt rather stiff the girl was a bit shorter then him then he saw the wet spot of her shoulder and let go of her and soon after she let go of him.

"I am sorry! I did not mean to.. " He got out before she gave him a small little sad smile.

"It is alright, I hugged you first and it looks like you needed one."

"Your shirt it is.. "

"It will dry don't you worry, do you feel any better?"

"Maybe.. a little. This is one kind of first impression I guess" Harry said trying to smile a bit and got some giggles in response.

"Heh, I have seen worse.. hey it is nothing to be ashamed off, but remember well now Harry. "

"huh, remember what?"

"You owe me a hug now!" Hanna said whit a big smile.

Harry and Hanna left the park shortly walked away. Hanna told Harry that she had moved to England becuse her mother had got a new rather important job, governmental of the sound of it. Hanna talked about Värmland the part of Sweden she came from and told about the vast forest and all the wildlife she saw when she was out in the nature. They soon arrived at Privet drive and was closing in number 4.

"Well this is my 'home' " It looked like Hanna had noticed how he had said home but she did not say anything about it.

"Well, maybe time to go home then? You want to meet up tomorrow?"

"Yeah sure, I have some chores to do so it would be sometime in the afternoon say 3?"

"Works for me, then I come over by then."

"NO.. I mean.. My aunt and uncle don't like me having people over. It would be better if we meet somewhere else, we the park maybe?" Hanna gave Harry a very suspicious look but then just smiled again.

"That works for me!, sleep well now Harry!"

"You too!" Before Harry knew it he had gotten a hug and Hanna was walking away.

Harry walked in to number 4 Privet drive he open and closed the door as quiet he could and snuck up to his room.

Harry laid down on hi bed and thought about what just had happen, he had meet this rather strange girl that he cried in front of but she still wanted to see him again, well she was loads better company then the Dursleys. Who knows maybe this summer just had become a little more bearable.

A/N: Another of my brainchild from my glorious night job, get way to much free time whit my brain. This did not end up as I pictured it, it is so much easier in the head during work then here when I get home but I hope you like it, it is rather interesting to write :)

If anybody wonders about my other story, I have not abounded it, my "creativity" just fancied this story more tonight.