Harry's First Friend

Summary

Harry never had a friend in Primary School, at least not one he could remember. Dudley had always made sure of that. But what happens if, at one time, Harry did have a friend. What happened to them? And why doesn't anyone remember?

~AN: Ok, now, this is my first attempt at one of these, so be nice. Disclaimer, see my last chapter.~

Ch 1- They Meet

Harry walked to school behind Dudley and his friends, making sure to keep well back. He sighed wistfully. There were only two things that Harry envied about Dudley, his loving family, and the fact that he had friends. Harry would do anything for a friend. Absolutely anything. But Dudley made sure that no one wanted to be friends with him. He walked into the classroom, and sat down at his desk. No one sat near him, because you couldn't count on Dudley Dursley believing that you didn't like 'that freak Harry Potter'. He got a library book out of his bag. If there was one thing he liked about school, it was the fact that he could get books to read quite easily. And it meant that Dudley wouldn't do anything to them, because Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't want to have to pay the school for any ruined property. His thoughts were interrupted quite suddenly.

"Excuse me, may I sit there please?" He looked up, there was a short, blond haired, purple eyed girl standing in front of him. He'd never seen eyes her colour before. It looked almost... magical.

"What? Sorry, I don't think I heard you right."

"I said, 'may I sit there please?' Look, never mind, obviously you don't want to be seen with a 'freak'." The girl said bitterly, and started to walk off.

"No, wait. I don't mind, as long as you don't mind sitting next to me."

"Of course not. My name's Aile Niurrin. What's yours?"

"Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you."

"You too, Harry. So, why're you a freak?"

"Because my cousin says I am. That's him, over there." Harry pointed. Aile giggled,

"He looks like a pig in a wig."

"I know. You probably shouldn't sit near me, Dudley'll be awful to you."

"Don't worry, I can handle him." She said confidently.

"Why're you a freak? You don't look very freakish to me."

"Because of my eyes." Aile said. Harry thought she was keeping something from him, but he couldn't be sure. Besides, what could she possibly be keeping from him anyway?

"Well they are kind of weird looking." Harry said. She giggled again, she was a very giggly person, Harry noticed.

"Yah, I know. It's a family trait, so's the height. We're all vertically challenged in my family. Say," Her eyes lit up, "Wanna come around to my house after school? You'd be most welcome, my mum and dad love to meet new people. And, well," She got a shy look in her eyes. "I'd really like you to come too. You seem nice, people shouldn't not be your friend just because of Pigman over there."

"Yeah! I'd love too! But..." Harry hesitated. "I don't know if I'd be allowed."

"Oh," She giggled again, "That's not a problem. My mum picks me up after school, so I'll get her to drive around to your place, and she'll wheedle permission out of your mum for us."

"Um, I don't live with my mum." Harry said uncomfortably. "I live with my Aunt. My mum's dead." Aile looked horrified,

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. Me and my big mouth! You probably hate me now."

"No! It's ok. I never knew her, or my dad anyway. They died when I was one."

"Harsh. Harry, would you like to be my friend?"

"Yeah! I'd love it."

"Cool. I've never had a friend before."

"Because of your eyes?"

"Yeah. They freak people out."

"I think they're wicked. Magical, even" Aile smiled

"You have no idea."