The Days go on.
The girl sat there staring something about him just gave her the extreme feeling of deja vu. Her name was Helen Findelou. She was 14 , almost 15. She was a clever girl always good in her studies. Helen had never been too interested in boys but this one was extremely cute she had to admit. She wanted to get to know him but she was way to shy. Helen turned to the boy at almost the same time he turned towards her. It was strange. They didn't talk just stared at eachother espescially in the eyes. Helen felt they were somehow connected but that couldn't be possible they had never met. Or had they... The boy turned around looking quite hesitant. Helen knowing it would be a long bus trip to King Cross Station decided to think about the recent events even though they weren't events most people would like to recall. Helen had been at school when she got the call. The call that would change her life forever. It was a police officer with a grave voice. He bluntly told Helen that her parents had been murdered , her house was in flames and she would be going to King Cross Station , Platform 10 to catch a train to the orphanage. Helen had caught a bus just this morning awaiting her fate. The police officer wouldn't tell much she had no idea how her parents were murdered and who did it. But most likely the police wouldn't know who did it... yet. The boy turned to her again his bluish grey eyes fixed on her brown ones. He had a nervous , frightened hesitant gaze. His face showed no feeling but she could tell from his eyes he had been through alot.
He knew he knew this girl. He was absolutely sure , the eyes gave it away. If only he could have the courage to talk to her. She was a average , clever looking girl with the most intense brown eyes. She had clumsily combed brown hair and a fairly slim body. She was wearing a silver headband with jean flares and a Gap T-shirt. She was well dressed but he knew she was not rich he could always tell. Just as he thought he had the courage to talk to her the bus driver shouted that they had arrived at Privet Drive Stop. This totally scattered his thoughts and he became feminely afraid to talk to her again.
The driver smiled to himself when he saw the two 14 year olds on the bus. He had been expecting them. If only that darn boy had enough courage to talk to the girl. It would make it much easier for him. If only he was strong enough he could help them. But no.. he just couldn't.
The boy had finally gathered enough stength to talk to the girl. Hopefully she wouldn't laugh at him.
"Excuse me," he said.
"Yes," Helen replied.
"Does your name happen to be Hermione Granger," he said hesitantly.
Helen felt her whole world turn black she had fainted.
The girl sat there staring something about him just gave her the extreme feeling of deja vu. Her name was Helen Findelou. She was 14 , almost 15. She was a clever girl always good in her studies. Helen had never been too interested in boys but this one was extremely cute she had to admit. She wanted to get to know him but she was way to shy. Helen turned to the boy at almost the same time he turned towards her. It was strange. They didn't talk just stared at eachother espescially in the eyes. Helen felt they were somehow connected but that couldn't be possible they had never met. Or had they... The boy turned around looking quite hesitant. Helen knowing it would be a long bus trip to King Cross Station decided to think about the recent events even though they weren't events most people would like to recall. Helen had been at school when she got the call. The call that would change her life forever. It was a police officer with a grave voice. He bluntly told Helen that her parents had been murdered , her house was in flames and she would be going to King Cross Station , Platform 10 to catch a train to the orphanage. Helen had caught a bus just this morning awaiting her fate. The police officer wouldn't tell much she had no idea how her parents were murdered and who did it. But most likely the police wouldn't know who did it... yet. The boy turned to her again his bluish grey eyes fixed on her brown ones. He had a nervous , frightened hesitant gaze. His face showed no feeling but she could tell from his eyes he had been through alot.
He knew he knew this girl. He was absolutely sure , the eyes gave it away. If only he could have the courage to talk to her. She was a average , clever looking girl with the most intense brown eyes. She had clumsily combed brown hair and a fairly slim body. She was wearing a silver headband with jean flares and a Gap T-shirt. She was well dressed but he knew she was not rich he could always tell. Just as he thought he had the courage to talk to her the bus driver shouted that they had arrived at Privet Drive Stop. This totally scattered his thoughts and he became feminely afraid to talk to her again.
The driver smiled to himself when he saw the two 14 year olds on the bus. He had been expecting them. If only that darn boy had enough courage to talk to the girl. It would make it much easier for him. If only he was strong enough he could help them. But no.. he just couldn't.
The boy had finally gathered enough stength to talk to the girl. Hopefully she wouldn't laugh at him.
"Excuse me," he said.
"Yes," Helen replied.
"Does your name happen to be Hermione Granger," he said hesitantly.
Helen felt her whole world turn black she had fainted.