Author's note: Hello again! Yes I know I keep on adding new stories and keep forgetting to finish the old ones but I actually dreamt this plotline (don't ask… I also dreamt that the world was ending and I was feeding my puppy so he wouldn't starve in eternity!) So I just had to write it. Anyway, Reviewing would be nice… (Oh! And also, before I forget, Lily is not in any way Harry's mother in this story nor is she related to him in any way… It's just a coincidence of name…)
Disclaimer: None of the characters you recognise belong to me. Any characters you don't recognise are mine…
"NO! Petunia! You can't go… don't leave me… don't leave me with that freak! PETUNIA! NOOOO!" cried Vernon Dursley desperately but in vain for Petunia had already gone.
Her pale face now lifeless, she left Vernon Dursley in a sobbing heap, Dudley Dursley alone and Harry Potter doomed to a miserable life.
"Oy Potter! Catch!" yelled one of the boys, much too late as the ball he had been talking about came ramming forcefully into the scrawny figure of Harry Potter.
Sneering at the fallen boy, the others came and picked up the ball.
"See, you're so useless you can't even catch a ball. I wouldn't want you on my doorstep. You're lucky you're uncle's so kind; if it were me you'd be dead."
As they walked away, guffawing at the boy who made the joke and the girls giggling, Harry just stared at the backs of his fellow classmates trying to hide the tear slowly making its way down his cheek. He was used to their taunting, their jibes at his lack of family and their insults of him but he'd never get used to feeling alone. For years now Harry had always dreamed that someone would come pick him up and they'd fly away to a better life; somewhere he would have friends and family and where he wouldn't be shunned. But alas, Harry had come to realise that it was all just a dream.
As it was a normal rainy lunchtime, Harry could be found curled up in the school library amongst all the dusty volumes and picture books. Curled up in a corner, Harry didn't hear anyone approach until he felt a light tapping on his shoulder. Looking up, he came face to face with one of the girls he recognised as being in his class.
"What do you want?" he asked bitterly, already expecting some taunt or insult.
"Erm… You're that Potter kid right? She asked nervously.
"Yea... so?" replied Harry shortly
"Could you… Could you show me where the stallion books are? I wanted to show some of my friends what a gorgeous breed they are but I couldn't find where the books are…"
Staring at the girl suspiciously Harry decided he could just show her where the books were. Slowly getting up and still looking for any hidden pranks, Harry walked over to the animals section of the library and picked out a book on horses for her.
Hugging the book to her chest, the girl was delighted she had found the right one.
"Thanks! Hey… what's your real name?"
"…Harry…" said Harry, still occupied with looking for a hidden prank which he was sure was coming at any second.
"Oh… I'm Lily. Can I come back here sometimes and talk to you?"
"Er… yea sure…" replied Harry, somewhat taken aback.
"Ok bye" smiled the girl before bouncing off, curls flying behind her.
As Harry stood staring at her retreating back, he couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face when he had found no hidden prank and someone had actually said something nice to him.
A/N: Yea I know this sort of plotline is nothing like the rest of the stories I've written… The rating will probably go up as more chapters come… Just in case anyone wants to know, Harry and his classmates in this story are fourteen. In the beginning part where Petunia dies, Harry is two years old. Dudley doesn't go to this school… he ran away from home… hope that answers any random questions that I can't be bothered putting into the plotline…
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