Prologue
Hi. My name is Ashlynn Dylans. I'm eleven years old and I've been accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have one best friend who was accepted too. He lives down the street from me. But hey, I'm getting ahead of myself. Why don't we start from the beginning?
My parents made me at-
Too far? Haha, okay! Why not when I met my best friend?
It was in April 1986...
Chapter 1
Come for tea
"Mummy, Why can't I play outside?" I asked, frowning.
This is me, aged six. Long blonde hair in twin plaits, long purple dress and Mary-Jane shoes.
What a sight.
"The nasty boy from down the street is out there, honey." My mum said, sighing.
"But why is he nasty?"
"I don't know."
"If you don't know, how do you know he's nasty?"
My mum sighed at looked at me.
"Fine, go play outside. But if he trips you up or something, it's not my fault."
I squealed and skip outside onto the street. I looked around and saw him.
He was alone, watching the other kids. He watched as my friend Milly Stevens runs up the path.
"Ashy! Ashy! Come play, we're doing curb!" She yells her patent shoes pattering on the path noisily.
I was about to accept when I saw the boy again, looking at the floor, sadly.
"Can he play too?" I ask Milly, pointing at the dark-haired boy. Milly frowned.
"We're not allowed to play with him, Ashy!"
"I don't care, Milly! I'm playing with him! He's all alone!" I say and run across the street, giggling. My plaits flow behind me, and I must have made a noise, because he looked up and looked startled at me running at him. He went to run away, but I stopped him. He looked scared, because whenever another child ran up to him, it was to scare him off or to hit him. I'd always felt sad but I'd never really gotten a chance to talk to him.
Until now.
"Hi!" I say smiling. He looked taken aback and glaced up the street where all the other children are playing.
"Um... Hello," He said quietly, gulping.
"I'm Ashlynn, but my friends call me Ashy!" I said laughing. He looked at me.
"Okay Ashlynn..." he said.
"No! My friends call me Ashy, and we're friends!" I said, twirling around and giggling madly.
He looked surprised, but he smiled. "Okay! I'm Harry. Shall we play a game?"
"Okay, Harry! Let me go get my ball, and we can play footie!"
I ran inside, and my Mum looked at me.
"Did he trip you over?" She asks, sighing. I shake my head.
"No, Mummy! I'm getting my ball so we can play footie!"
"You and the other girls?" She said, smiling. I shake my head again, and the smile disappeared.
"Are you playing footie with the boy?" She asked.
"Yes, Mummy! He's ever so nice! His name is Harry and we're friends!"
She looked at me, surprised.
"Okay, dearie..."
I grabbed my ball and ran outside, and saw Harry being teased and picked on by the other boys.
I dropped my ball in my garden and ran over with a stick.
"Go away!" I said angrily, taking them by surprise. "Leave him alone!"
I hit one of them with my stick, and they ran away. Harry started to laugh as they ran with terror.
"Come with me, Harry! I need to get my ball!"
I took his hand and we ran to my garden where we played footie. Milly came through the gate a few minutes later and looked at us with surprise as we kicked my ball.
"Ashy, you're not supposed to play with him, remember?" She said, stomping her foot.
My mum came outside to see what the fuss was, and smiled.
"Hello, children! I just finished making some cupcakes, would anyone like one?"
Milly stomped off, and I jumped up and down squealing. "CUPCAKES!"
Harry looked uncertain, but I took his hand. "Mummy makes the best cupcakes, Harry! Come inside!"
I led him inside and my mum had no objections. I ran to the plate of cupcakes and picked out a non-iced one. I looked at Harry.
"Pick one! There's that big one there with the icing on!"
Harry picked it up uncertainly, but smiled and bit into it when my mother grinned reassuringly.
When we finished, Harry licked his lips and smiled more. "That was delicious!" He said.
"I know! I did say Mummy makes the best cupcakes!"
Harry laughed and looked more relaxed then I ever saw him before.
We played curb, Harry right by the garden to he'd be less likely to be picked on whilst I was on the other side of the street. I kept getting curbs, but Harry's throws were off.
"You have to practise, Harry!" I said, after Harry got it wrong for the sevetnth time and folded his arms sulkily.
"Let's just play footie again, Ashy!" He said pouting.
"Okay!" I giggled, skipping across the street. I took his hand and led him inside of my house.
"Mummy, can Harry stay for tea tonight?"
My mum looked up from the sofa.
"If he's allowed, dear, yes."
Harry gasped and ran for the door.
"I'm to tell my auntie and uncle!"
I heard the door slam and I looked at my mum, who was thoughtful.
"Mummy, I thought you didn't like Harry?"
"But he's ever so much nicer than Milly, Ashlynn. You were right about him. He's so nice."
I giggled and ran outside. "I'm going to see where he is!"
I saw him running out of 4, Privet Drive. I live in number 9 if you're wondering.
"Are you allowed?" I asked him. Then I stopped, and my fell as I saw he was crying.
"Do you have to stay in?"
Harry wiped his tears away.
"No, I'm allowed. It's just that my Auntie and Uncle aren't very nice to me."
I gasped, and hugged him.
"Mummy likes you harry. She says you're very nice and a good friend."
Harry looked happy. "Does your Mummy make good food?" He asked.
"Oh, yes!" I exclaimed, smiling. "Mummy makes such good food!"
"Ashy!" I heard. I turned to see Milly standing by her house.
"What, Milly?" I yelled.
"Come here!" She said.
I turned to harry and grimanced.
"Wait here," I said to him, and he nodded. I ran to Milly.
"What?"
"Mama says you have to come for tea tonight, Ashy! Please?"
I sighed, and looked over at Harry.
"I can't today, Milly."
"Why?" She asked, sad.
"Harry's coming to tea at my house tonight."
"Harry? You mean the nasty boy?"
"Don't call him that!" I yelled, and ran back to Harry.
I took his hand and gabbled nonsense.
"Let's go to my room, I'll show you all my toys and we can play a game!"
Harry nodded and I led him inside of my house.
"Ashlynn, dear," My mum said as I started up the stairs. "Daddy will be home soon."
I blinked. "Okay mummy. Come on, Harry!"
I opened the door to my room and led Harry in.
It was packed with Barbie and Ken dolls and I giggled.
"Let's play Barbie and Ken. I have a car and their house, too!"
Harry nodded smiling.
Weplayed Barbie and Ken for hours, until my Mum called up the stairs "Dinner's done!"
We scrambled up and ran downstairs. I saw my Dad and hugged him. Harry hanged back.
"Daddy! You're home! I made a new friend today and they've come for tea!"
He smiled. "Who would that be, Ash?"
I dragged Harry over and he looked up at my Dad fearfully.
My dad works as a construction worker, so he'd naturally be tall and muscular.
"My name.. Is.. uhh.. Harry Potter.."
My dad clapped him on the back.
"Well then, lad, it's good to see you've found a nice friend. My daughter is very kind as you must know."
Harry giggled. "She hit a big bad boy with a stick! They were being mean but she chased them away!"
My mum laughed from the kitchen and my dad smirked.
"Well, look out for eachother, okay?"
"Okay Daddy!" I said. I led harry to the dinner table and we sat down.
After dinner, I played with Harry some more until he looked up and saw a big boy heading towards his house.
"I have to go, Ashy. See you tomorrow?"
"Of course!" I hugged harry and watched him go.
I then went inside and went to bed.
Chapter two
Letter?
That was five years ago. I'm not six anymore – I'm eleven, and Harry is ten. It's July 25th 1991 and I know Harry is turning eleven soon.
I went upstairs to my room.
It used to be packed with Dolls and teddy bears and Barbies but now it's been redecorated.
The floor is polished oak wood and there's a fuzzy purple rug in the middle of it. I have a desk at the end of my own bunk bed, which I have a computer on. I have a bookshelf in one corner and a wardrobe in the other.
I turned on my fat computer and wait for SMS to load. I got a message from Harry.
HARRY: Aunt and uncle and Dudley are out. You coming outside?
YOU: Yes. I need to talk to you.
HARRY: 'Bout what?
YOU: In person.
HARRY: K. CYS.
I turned off SMS and shut down my computer. I put on a Tank top and a pair of thigh shorts. I walk outside, letting my light blonde hair flow about my waist.
Turning down the street, I see Harry waiting for me.
His hair was always scruffy and wild, but now he had glasses. I noticed that they were sellotaped, but made no comment.
His eyes lit up once they saw me. I hugged him before standing with my hand on my hip.
"I need to talk to you. Can we go somewhere more private?"
Harry nodded, and we walked away to a field.
When we got there, Harry leaned against a tree, folded his arms and said "What?"
I smiled. "Harry, I got accepted into a private school."
Harry's face fell. "What was it called?"
"Hogwarts."
Harry smiled brightly again. "I got a letter from them! My cousin stole it from me before I could open it, though."
I giggled. "Harry, you didn't let me finish. I got an attachment letter saying that could I please give you yours as you weren't getting them."
I hadded him the letter, and he tore the envelope open and stared.
"I've been accepted too? And.."
He stared.
"It's a school of.. Magic?"
What will happen next? Stay tuned for the next chapter, come later today!
(1/06/2017)