There is something that Mrs Agnes Smith of number 5 Privet Drive will never forget.

She herself testifies to whatever Gods may be, that she will never forget this such incident. She may forget to buy cheese, or where she last put her slippers.

But she will never ever EVER forget the day she saw Safi Psoft turn into a bear.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. A little girl, turn into a hulking bear. Maybe if I relay over Agnes's actual testimony it might make more sense.

Agnes Smith was watering her begonias one Summer night as she had forgotten earlier in the day, and she let out a little smile as she looked up at the stars.

She had always liked the ways the rooftops of Privet Drive were unique to Surrey, they seemed to make the stars twinkle brighter, at least in her opinion.

Agnes simply smiled up at the sky on this insignificant night, when she skewed her eyes over to number 4 Privet drive, let out an audible gasp, and dropped the hose, letting water arc up around her, soaking into her pink, woollen night coat.

She blinked once, twice, three times, and finally satisfied that what she was seeing was real, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

Right there, in the top window of Number 4, on the second level bedroom, was Safi Psoft, transforming into a bear.

Privet Drive all knew that the two children that lived at Number 4 were of the utmost peculiar. The other child, Dudley was only peculiar for his enormous size. The street gossipers often got together to discuss the latest strange happenstance, but by God this took the cake!

Agnes mumbled dumbly, staring with wide eyes, her knees hobbling side by side.

"A b-b-bear! A bear!" she wheezed, her thin lips quaking and quivering.

Suddenly, Agnes observed Safi—or rather Safi bear, turning her head towards the window, and locking eyes straight with Agnes.

The frail women clamped her eyes shut, her arms stiff by her sides as a nervous breath whistled out of her.

Agnes started shaking in her fluffy slippers, her hair rollers bobbing up and down madly.

"Our father...who art—art in heaven h-h-hallowed be thy na-name..." she whispered pleadingly.

The poor, old woman's brain whizzed and whirled for what seemed like an eternity, but in all honestly it was only a few seconds.

She only opened her eyes when she heard hurried footsteps coming towards her and a gentle hand touch her shoulder.

"Mrs Smith?"

Agnes's eyes flew open and she jumped back with a wild cackle, the sound echoing around the empty street and into the night.

The old woman took in the sight of Safi standing before her.

She was a very small girl, albeit a little chubby, and her wicked smirk was as much a natural part of her as her wild, blonde curls.

Safi let out a small chuckle as she took back her outstretched hand, the other hand held behind her back.

"Hi, Mrs Smith. Lovely night isn't it?" she remarked pleasantly, rocking back and forth on her naked feet, "Mercury is in retrograde at the moment. You can tell because the——"

"BEAR!" Agnes violently screamed suddenly, before her wrinkled hands flew up to clamp shut over her mouth, muffling her own cry.

Safi blinked her grey eyes, before a slight snicker left her.

"Yes! I thought you seemed a bit concerned, her let me show you—" she said, stopping mid sentence, her arm retreating from behind her back to reveal an oddly realistic bear mask.

Agnes's brow dove on her face and she spluttered, her jowls flopping slightly.

"But-but-but you were-it the-bear-what" she bumbled madly.

Safi smirked charmingly, waving her hands in the air.

"Oh no no no, Mrs Smith! This is my costume" she clarified, "I'm rehearsing for a school play! I'm playing a bear you see, and I wanted to go all out this year y'know?" she grinned, offering the bear mask to the shaken lady.

Agnes slowly began to nod, a weary smile forming between her jowls.

"Yes...yes a play. You're rehearsing for a play" she repeated, almost like a manic mantra.

The wizened woman bent to pick up her hose, which had caused a gigantic puddle in the middle of her lawn, and began watering her begonias again.

"It's just a play... just a play...she's a bear in a play..." she repeated over and over, seeming to forget the blonde girl behind her.

Safi nodded happily, slowly walking backward to her house, the slow chant from Mrs Smith becoming quieter and quieter.

She kept walking backwards until her back hit the fence, then she smirked to herself, and let out a mad snicker, before turning to grip the top of the fence and vaulting herself into the backyard of her house.

When she turned around, Harry was sagged against the oak tree with a big smile on his face, his round glasses glinting in the moonlight.

"So? What's the verdict? Did she buy it or will we have to..." he paused dramatically, lifting a pear of Petunias garden shears, "...silence her?" he joked, cackling lightly.

Safi guffawed, before she slapped a hand over her mouth, remembering that if she wakes up any of the Dursley's it'll most likely result in a verbal and physical beating.

"Calm down Ted Bundy, she bought it, no one can resist my charms" she tittered mockingly, dramatically flipping the bear mask in the air, watching as it whirled in the air and turned itself back into a simple handkerchief.

"Ta da!" she mused, running over to the tree and vaulting herself up to the first branch, reaching an arm out to Harry.

Harry accepted, clasping his arm around hers and pulling himself up onto the thick branch and settling himself beside her, letting out a gentle sigh.

He turned to her, his scruffy, black hair shuffling in the soft breeze.

"Y'know we're in deep shit right? That's the second time we've used magic outside of school—-"

"Third!" she corrected, turning to beam at him cheekily, "can't forget when you kept half the street up because you just HAD to practice your light charms" she stated, reaching up to rub her eyes, the memory of blinding light still prominent.

Harry snickered, probably remembering how annoyed it made Vernon.

"Hey now, we both got special consideration from McGonagall seeing as we're both stupidly behind in class" Harry reminded, kicking his legs back and forth in the air.

Safi scoffed, "you're stupidly behind, she gave me special consideration because, and I quote; 'you've got an unusually grand knack for transfiguration, Safi'" she crowed, imitating the professors voice perfectly.

Harry spluttered madly, cackling so hard he nearly fell off the branch.

Safi giggled as she caught him by the back of his Weasley jumper and righted him, having to grip onto the tree trunk to help herself.

Soon, the laughter simmered out into the crisp night air, a soft wind running past them, swirling the clouds and the leaves.

The two took a deep breath, and in that moment, that quiet moment when everything was still, things became a little sad.

"Do you think..." Harry began, tampering off, his eyes glazing over slightly.

Safi's face turned down, and she automatically placed her hand atop his, feeling how cold he was.

"Think what?" she asked, squeezing his hand encouragingly.

Harry shook his head, aiming to clear his muddled thoughts, but found them to be muddled just the same.

"Do you think it'll ever be over? That one day it'll all be okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, all completely filled with hope.

Safi stilled, and the night around her seemed to still with her.

"Do you remember how we felt when we were sorted into different houses?" she asked, turning her body towards him, her grey eyes bright.

Harry locked eyes with her, his face wore a confused look, but he nodded.

"Yeah? So what?" he shrugged.

"So, we both felt scared, like being in different houses meant we'd somehow forget eachother, or it would mean we couldn't ever be a family again" she continued, scooting closer to him.

"But then the first night, you and I both snuck out, and we wandered around Hogwarts all night, talking to the portraits, finding all the secret places, just making sure we'd always be together?"

Harry nodded, a small smile forming on his face.

"We got two weeks detention" he chuckled, moving to rest his head on her shoulder, her blonde curls tickling his face.

Safi rested her head against his, "what I'm trying to say is, we got through being in different houses, we got through professor Quirrel, we got through a big stupid snake, we got through uncle Vernon's beatings..." she whispered the last part, shivering slightly at the memories.

Suddenly, she heard a soft breathing, and realised Harry had fallen asleep on her shoulder, his glasses nearly falling off his face.

Safi let out a chuckle and deftly moved his body from her shoulder so he rested on her lap.

Harry let out a soft sigh, and relaxed completely, his mouth opening to snore quietly.

Safi smiled, resting her head against the trunk, moving her hand to settle into Harry's untameable mop of hair.

For most of her life Safi had wondered what it was like to have a family, but as she grew older she realised she'd had one all along.

"What I'm saying is... we're gonna be just fine, I'll make sure of it" she promised, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep consumed her.