This is before Harry knew he was a wizard and still lived with the Dursleys.
Sitting at lunch alone, again, is Harry Potter, dressed in Dudley's huge jeans and t-shirt in a cafeteria of loud Junior High students, laughing, eating, and talking their 20-minute lunch away. Harry, having nothing better to do, observes the other students as he eats his school lunch, and he notices something, rather, someone, different.
She seemed normal, school uniform looked the same, brown hair, but he noticed two things about her appearance that stood out; she had pure golden eyes, and she didn't eat anything, though she did hold her fork and swirl her food around on her tray. He found this very strange, if she had an eating disorder, would she pretend she wasn't eating, or look unhealthy and tired? She did look pale, though.
The girl-who-didn't-eat was forgotten after school thanks to Dudley humiliating him by ruining his uniform with dirt and a bloody nose.
"You stupid boy! Dirt is hard to get of these uniforms, you know!" Aunt petunia screeched after he walked in the front door. Harry ignored her and grabbed a fistful of ice to put on his swelling nose.
"Do you have an encyclopedia? I need it for a report." He said.
"Don't change the subject, boy! You're skipping dinner and washing that uniform, I'm sick of doing it!" She yelled, waving her arms around in frustration. Harry didn't really care, one less report he had to do, and so he went to his room and got a rag.
While scrubbing his shirt, he heard his uncle Vernon come through the door.
"Good evening Petunia, my love. Dudley! How's my boy?" He boomed, and Harry heard a chair scraping on the floor and wood squeaking to let him know his uncle had sat down at the dinner table.
"Oh, Vernon, did you see those new people who moved in down the way? They're awful strange. They're probably not from around here. I heard one of them talking, and she had a strange accent." Petunia reported.
"Really? When did they move in?" Vernon said, his mouth full of his dinner.
"Just last Saturday, that's only three days," She replied, sounding eager to be questioned so she could spill the beans on these strange new people.
"Hum. Do you know what they look like?" The uncle asked.
"Well, I heard the next-door neighbors talking about how they wouldn't come off of their patio after she saw them, and they turned down the sweets she baked them, so she really couldn't get a good look." She blurted.
"Probably just some skinny rude people," He scoffed.
"Oh, I also figure they're pale, and there's three of them: a man, a woman, and a daughter, about Dudley's age. I think she goes to his school, too," She revealed.
Harry thought they could be talking about the gold-eyed girl, so he thought he might do some exploring this weekend.
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