Written for the Scavenger Hunt, Golden Snitch. First clue: Oh, I am NOTT inobsessed with him, why would I want a story written about him?

Word count:598, close wasn't I?

Theodore was bored. All his grandfather would talk about were muggles. Why did he need to know about muggles? They were inferior to them. They were unnatural as his parents often said. How could one live without magic he will never understand.

But his grandfather insisted and insisted that his parents weren't right. That muggles were not animals, but human beings with a highly intelligent nature, that they were capable of creating things unknown to wizard kind.

Still he was forced to listen how good muggles were. Why? His parents had left for the week in Greece for a business trip and left him in his grandfather's care. Theo loved him, but in days like this when all he would do was praise the muggles, he just wanted to get away, to go home, in his perfect not-muggle house, disgusted by everything around him.

And he did just that. The opportunity arose when his grandfather had turned around asked by some muggle something. He didn't care what was it, he started running. He didn't think that he might get lost, considering that today had been the first day in his seven years of life when he visited London beyond the Diagon Alley. Nor that he had no means to get home without his grandfather, his home being in Wales. NO, he didn't think at all.

And that's why you could see him, mere 20 minutes later, lost, near Hyde Park, looking frantically after his grandfather. He had had enough of running away. He had seen everywhere gigantic metal things that had such a noise, like ..., he didn't even knew how to describe it; it was awful. And more than once some strange men, all dressed the same had wanted to take him somewhere called Police. He didn't know what it meant, but he knew he didn't want to go there. He wanted to go home.

He had no idea how to return to his grandfather. He had passed this stupid park three times was sick of it.

He had to admit, he was a bit impressed by the muggles. They were not as his parents made them to be. Those metallic machines, you had to be quite ingenious to project them. And all these shops and restaurants, you didn't have something like that on the Diagon Alley. Still he wasn't ready to admit the muggles were as intelligent than wizards, or more so than them. Something was stopping him. If he agreed, then his parents were wrong all along? He didn't knew what to believe. He knew for sure that any chance of impressing them it would be gone if he accepted what he had seen.

Then he saw another man dressed like the other ones. He hid before a tree, hoping that the man will just pass by. No such started running not looking were he was going and suddenly he was tackled at the ground by an unseen person. Past him on the street one of the metallic machine have just passed. Whoever pushed him, had saved his life. He couldn't believe it. A muggle had saved him. He turned to look at his savior and he was surprised to see a girl, his age rising from the ground. She was beautiful.

"Thank you," he managed to say.

"You're welcome. Next time be more careful. What's your name?"

"Theodore. Yours?" he asked shakily, finally getting to him how close he had been to die.

"Lianna" she said with a smile.