You met when you were little.
Your mother had a job interview at a small business in Surrey and after you sat through the long and tedious meeting- with lots of loud whispers of 'Mommy are you done yet?' and 'Not yet, sweetie'- she took you out to the small little ice-cream stand that you two saw on your way into Surrey and sat down at a quiet local park. It was a lot of fun, just sitting there and laughing with your mother, without any care in the world as you licked chocolate ice-cream off your fingers. You tugged on your mother's skirt lightly, and caught her attention, and pointed wordlessly at the swings that were down near the other end of the park.
"Of course, sweetie! Go on right ahead." You smiled brightly and hopped of the bench, throwing your ice-cream in the bin next to the bench.
But then you saw a bunch of other boys playing next to the swing- all of them seemed larger and oldest then you were, and you bunched up on yourself, slowing your movements until you were barely moving towards the laughing group.
"Hey!" You nearly jumped out of your skin when one of the boys took notice of you. He had bland flat hair and an average face, but he smiled brightly and his smile reached his eyes. "Do you want to play with us?"
You nodded wordlessly, biting your hand like you always did when you were nervous.
"Great! I'm Piers Polkiss!"
"D-Dean Thomas."
"Cool!" he smiled a crooked smile, but you thought it seemed to fit the rugged boy. "Come on, let me introduce you to my friends!"
I don't own Harry Potter.