Harry Potter and Ice Cream

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Five year-old Harry Potter sat on a cold, wet bench as his aunt, Petunia, dragged her son Dudley into Fantastic Ice Cream, an ice cream shop on Fifth Street. His dark black hair was wild like always. He had been sitting miserably for about five minutes when a brown-haired man in old, ratty clothing came up. He is holding a small cone of chocolate ice-cream.

"Hey kid, where's your mommy and daddy?" he asked in a soft gentle voice. Harry couldn't lie to the man. He overlooked what his aunt said about strangers.

"My mom and dad died when I was one from a car accident, sir." The man's eyes softened. "I'm waiting for my aunt."

"I'm sorry, kiddo. Do you want some ice cream?" asked the man. Harry nodded his small head. The man held out the ice cream. "Here you go."

Harry took the ice cream and gave it a tiny lick. The cold treat was sweet and delicious. Harry gave him a smile.

"Thank you, sir. But why give it to me?" Harry looked at the man. Creamy's (Harry's new nickname for the guy) softhearted eyes got a depressed look in them.

"You remind me of my best friend's son. He would be about a year or two older than you. How old are you?"

"I'm five." Creamy's eyes opened as Harry finished the ice cream. He started to fall asleep as his aunt's screeching voice called, "Boy! Come here NOW or I'll leave you!" Harry jumped up and looked at Creamy. Creamy smiled.

He faintly whispered, "Good bye, kiddo and maybe one day we meet again." Then Creamy walked off.

"Bye and thank you." Harry ran to join his aunt, not knowing he was going to meet Creamy on a train ride in eight years or that one day Creamy would be his teacher or Creamy would be one of his best allies.