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I Thought Your Name Was Harry
Harry Potter was five years old playing at the park. He was sitting on a swing all alone. Harry looked around at the semi crowded park. The wind flowed over the grass, moving it as if in small waves. The clouds above were gray and seemed to be debating for space. A sudden strong breeze blew Harry off his swing. He landed with a thud and shut his eyes. He heard someone stop right by him. Warm breath touched his face and he opened his eyes. A little girl with bright red hair in pigtails, and brown eyes, was staring down at him. "Are you all right? I saw the wind knock you off the swing," the little girl said quite giggly. "I'm fine, thanks," Harry said sitting up. "Here, I'll help you." The little girl held her hand out; Harry grabbed it and hoisted himself up off the ground.
The little girl didn't look like she was leaving any time soon, so Harry sat down on the swing patting the one next to him. She sunk onto the swing and started swinging her legs. "Are you going to the Quidditch match tonight?" She asked tucking her bangs behind her ears. "The what match?" He asked, completely lost. The little girl nearly toppled off the swing. "You don't know what Quidditch is?" 'This girl's insane,' Harry thought. "No," he answered wiping a smudge of chocolate of her freckled cheek. "It's only the greatest thing in the world!" She exclaimed; this time she fell off the swing. Harry hopped off his swing and pulled her up. "Well, I haven't heard of a lot of things," said Harry as the girl brushed off his green shirt, and then brushed her pink one off. "You must be a muggle," she said matter- of-factly. "Um, right." 'She's stranger than I thoug,t' Harry thought shaking his head.
Harry saw a little red-haired boy yelling across the park. "Ginny!" The boy jumped up and down waving his arms like a lunatic. "Is your name Jenny?" Harry asked her; just incase that boy wanted her. "Ginny," she answered almost automatically. "Why?" She asked and looked up. She spotted the boy and watched him for a moment. She sighed heavily. "What's yours?" She asked, turning to Harry again. "Harry," he answered scratching his messy head. Suddenly Harry felt a hand viciously hit him on the shoulder. "Boy, you'd better hurry if you want dinner tonight." Harry looked down. "Yes Uncle Vernon," he said dully. Uncle Vernon walked away leaving Harry and Ginny together. "I thought your name was Harry," she said as if accusing him of lying. 'She's not too bright,' Harry thought giving her a strange look. "It is," he said a bit rudely. The little girl glared. "Well, there's no reason to cop an attitude," she said moving her head, her red pigtails swinging.
"Well, I'd better get going," Harry said watching his Aunt Petunia load his cousin, Dudley, into the car. "You just don't like me," Ginny accused. "What? I never said that!" Harry said defensively. Tears welled in her eyes. "Nobody likes me, Ron told me so," she sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Who's Ron?" This girl was so confusing to Harry that he wanted to smack her in the head at some point. Ginny gasped. "You don't know who Ron is?" Harry shook his head. "He's only the greatest big brother in the world!" Harry nodded. "I'm sure." Aunt Petunia climbed into the car and shut the door. "Holy cow! I really have to go now! Bye!" Harry said and turned to run. Ginny grabbed his arm, spun him around, and kissed his cheek. "Bye!" she exclaimed and ran away. Harry grinned and ran to the car.
PLEASE read/review!
I Thought Your Name Was Harry
Harry Potter was five years old playing at the park. He was sitting on a swing all alone. Harry looked around at the semi crowded park. The wind flowed over the grass, moving it as if in small waves. The clouds above were gray and seemed to be debating for space. A sudden strong breeze blew Harry off his swing. He landed with a thud and shut his eyes. He heard someone stop right by him. Warm breath touched his face and he opened his eyes. A little girl with bright red hair in pigtails, and brown eyes, was staring down at him. "Are you all right? I saw the wind knock you off the swing," the little girl said quite giggly. "I'm fine, thanks," Harry said sitting up. "Here, I'll help you." The little girl held her hand out; Harry grabbed it and hoisted himself up off the ground.
The little girl didn't look like she was leaving any time soon, so Harry sat down on the swing patting the one next to him. She sunk onto the swing and started swinging her legs. "Are you going to the Quidditch match tonight?" She asked tucking her bangs behind her ears. "The what match?" He asked, completely lost. The little girl nearly toppled off the swing. "You don't know what Quidditch is?" 'This girl's insane,' Harry thought. "No," he answered wiping a smudge of chocolate of her freckled cheek. "It's only the greatest thing in the world!" She exclaimed; this time she fell off the swing. Harry hopped off his swing and pulled her up. "Well, I haven't heard of a lot of things," said Harry as the girl brushed off his green shirt, and then brushed her pink one off. "You must be a muggle," she said matter- of-factly. "Um, right." 'She's stranger than I thoug,t' Harry thought shaking his head.
Harry saw a little red-haired boy yelling across the park. "Ginny!" The boy jumped up and down waving his arms like a lunatic. "Is your name Jenny?" Harry asked her; just incase that boy wanted her. "Ginny," she answered almost automatically. "Why?" She asked and looked up. She spotted the boy and watched him for a moment. She sighed heavily. "What's yours?" She asked, turning to Harry again. "Harry," he answered scratching his messy head. Suddenly Harry felt a hand viciously hit him on the shoulder. "Boy, you'd better hurry if you want dinner tonight." Harry looked down. "Yes Uncle Vernon," he said dully. Uncle Vernon walked away leaving Harry and Ginny together. "I thought your name was Harry," she said as if accusing him of lying. 'She's not too bright,' Harry thought giving her a strange look. "It is," he said a bit rudely. The little girl glared. "Well, there's no reason to cop an attitude," she said moving her head, her red pigtails swinging.
"Well, I'd better get going," Harry said watching his Aunt Petunia load his cousin, Dudley, into the car. "You just don't like me," Ginny accused. "What? I never said that!" Harry said defensively. Tears welled in her eyes. "Nobody likes me, Ron told me so," she sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Who's Ron?" This girl was so confusing to Harry that he wanted to smack her in the head at some point. Ginny gasped. "You don't know who Ron is?" Harry shook his head. "He's only the greatest big brother in the world!" Harry nodded. "I'm sure." Aunt Petunia climbed into the car and shut the door. "Holy cow! I really have to go now! Bye!" Harry said and turned to run. Ginny grabbed his arm, spun him around, and kissed his cheek. "Bye!" she exclaimed and ran away. Harry grinned and ran to the car.
