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We Are One
Six-year-old Hermione Granger was enjoying a wonderful, sunny day. She giggled as she played in her sandbox. She had once again slipped away from her babysitters, Tina and Paula, the twins from next door. Her father and mother were the CEOs of a very important dental company and were gone often, therefore leaving the young girl with the fifteen-year-old twins.Getting bored with the sand, she began walking into the forest area that surrounded her house. Being a six-year-old, she wasn't afraid of the uninviting forest. In fact, she found everything that could have harmed her very interesting. She was deep inside the forest and it was getting close to dusk when the little girl began to be afraid. She couldn't find her way anymore.
A noise behind her made her jump three feet into the air. She whirled around and glared at whatever it was.
" I know karate!" She shouted, " I know how to kick your butt!" The noise paid her no heed and continued to get louder and closer. Her heart was racing and she was beginning to shake.
" Tina? Paula? Is that you?" Nothing. Not a sound. Not a reassuring call back.
Then, out of that eerie silence, a crash was heard. And, with that crash came a boy with platinum blonde hair and fair skin. Hermione screamed and started attacking the boy.
" Hey! Hey! Be nice! I'm just a kid! Hey!" The boy protesting hitting her back as well. She finally stopped and regained her composure. Taking a deep breath, she held out her hand.
" My name is Hermione Jane Granger. Sorry for hitting you. Whats your name?"
" I'm Draco Lucius Malfoy. I'm sorry for scaring you."
The two beamed at each other and were immediately best friends. He took her outstretched hand and they wandered over to "her" side of the forest, as she had wandered into "his".
The two were giggling and playing and having a great time when all of a sudden, two pairs of hands grabbed the children and yanked them apart.
" Draco! What are you doing with that mudblood?"
" Hermione! Stay away from that Malfoy brat!"
The two looked at each other with sad, watery eyes, and neither parent heard the whispers from their children, " Goodbye, friend. We'll play again tomorrow!"