A/n- I don't do smut. But I wanted to write the Before Smut scene, so you'll have to use your imaginations for such activities. Take this for what it is, and not much more.
I don't own anything.
The first moment that Harry saw the girl, he thought she was Sirius. Strange to say, wasn't it? She had black hair that whipped in the evening breeze, and feral eyes lined in kohl. She was definitely young, maybe even younger than Harry by a year or two, seventeen at the oldest, but she did not remind him of the smiling pictures in his photo album. Instead, Harry thought he saw Sirius, as his back arched during the fall into the veil. He was sitting on the swings that were damp with evening fog and angrily pushed his swing back. He didn't want to dwell on Sirius forever. That wasn't what he would have wanted.
She walked towards him and into the light, and whatever Harry could have sworn he saw was gone. Instead her eyes seemed distant and she was eyeing him with interest. She sat down on the swing next to him and wiped her forehead with her arm.
"This place is really quiet," she said. Her voice was fierce and strained.
Harry shrugged. "It's to be expected, with Dudley out of the neighborhood, there really isn't anything going on."
"Dudley?"
"You don't live around here I suppose. Perhaps the accent might have been a first tip."
"Well, to me, hon, you're the one with the accent. So who's this Dudley guy, and what did he do to deserve that name?"
"My cousin," Harry said slowly, "and I consider it his retribution for beating up half the kids on this block."
"And who're you, Cousin of Dudley?"
"Harry. Harry Potter."
"Cool," she said, actually licking her lips. "I might want to get to know you better."
"No you don't. I guess you haven't heard that I'm this crazed lunatic. I go to St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys."
The girl had gotten off her swing now. "I don't mind."
Harry looked at her in shock with a bit of mixed amusement. "But I don't even know your name!"
"Name's Faith," she said simply, and dove into the swing, pushing them both to the ground. She came up for air a minute or two later and gave Harry a wolfish smile. "Hey, baby, I can't help falling for the bad boys."
Fin.