Prologue
There was huge traffic in the streets of London that hot summer day. All you could hear was yelling and swearing. But no one was in such a hurry as that young blonde man. Just a moment ago his phone had rung and he had been told the news. He immediately took his car to go see her.
The traffic didn't help his nerves, it worsen them. He was thinking of his mother when he felt a slight jolt from the back of his car. He hurried his way out of his car and started yelling at the young redhead who was also coming out of his car. The redhead spoke first.
"I'm so sorry! You're right, whatever you say, you're right. I always mess up with all these pedals. How can you drive this co.. ca… cra…."
"It's called a car for heaven's sake! Why on earth do you even drive it when you obviously can't?" Dudley replied.
"Don't worry. I'll pay the damage."
Dudley didn't have time for this. He quickly took the stranger's phone number and he furiously went back into his car.
Luck didn't seem to be on his side that day. Just a few miles ahead, he heard a honk and then…
CRASH!
The last thing he saw before he passed out, was a young woman with curly brown hair, unconscious and slightly hurt, in the front seat of the other car.
A/N Point to those who get who the redhead is. This is a story that I wrote with my best friend three years ago and we decided to continue it. Enjoy!
Oh, and we don't own Harry Potter, JK does