It was no surprise that the event with mystery man caused another giant move. Maggie was just surprised that it was England. While her mom kept most of her life a secret from her, the one thing she did know about her mom was her oddly specific distaste for England.

Maggie couldn't help but think that it might be due to the fact her mom was Irish. After all Aishling sounded like an Irish name to her, then again that was a rather large generalization and assumption. Or, maybe it was because the weather left more to be desire. Either way, the fact that she was now laying in a bed in a motel in Surrey was a sign of whoever that man was, he was bad news.

In all honesty, she couldn't blame her mom for disliking England, it was rather gloomy most of the time. She couldn't help but be slightly reminded of Seattle, but at least Seattle had far more nature there.

While Maggie was laying on her twin bed half asleep, her mother on the other hand was pacing the floor.

She wished her mom would tell her what was going on. It was her life as well. Yet, she never did. To make matters worse, she had to attend school in a month or so.

With all this moving, Maggie couldn't understand why she wasn't home schooled. Her mom should understand fifth grade concepts, her mom was a genius. As she felt her eyelids slowly grew heavier and heavier, her last thought was to wish to have a long peaceful summer.

Sadly, the summer passed by far quicker than Maggie had wished for. Now here she was, standing in front of another school, her curly red hair tamed in a braided bun, with a duo of thick strands strategically covering her ears, and her long-sleeved dress fluttering in the wind.

"But mom, I don't understand why I even have to go to school. Why can't you teach me anyways? After all, we are just going to move within a month," Maggie complained, moving her hair behind her ears.

Her mother slapped her hand lightly before fixing her daughter's hair once again. "I know this isn't fair for you Maggie," her mother said, "But, you need to be with children your own age and I need to work as well." She slapped Maggie's hand again before it reached her ear. "And stop messing with your hair."

Maggie let out a groan, not even bothering to hide her annoyance. "Now, go have a good day. Remember I'll come you up at around 3:15." And with that her mom walked off, heading to her new waitressing job and leaving Maggie to sulk off to school.

Her new school was average and bland, even the name of it was dull and mundane. St. Grogory's Primary School. Thank God, they distinguish what grade levels they teach or else one would think it was a secondary school. Maggie entered the school building, and took out a ripped piece of paper with the room number of 125 written in the loopy handwriting of her mother.

It wasn't long when she arrived at the classroom door. She glanced in through the windows to see that class was already filled up with the other children. With a deep breath, Maggie opened the wooden door, her cheeks flaring red as the room went silent and the feeling of eyes rested upon her. She twisted her lips into a grimace. Despite doing this more times she would like to admit, it still was awkward and uncomfortable. Thankfully her new teacher, a rather plump looking lady with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, saved her from starting the conversation.

"Ah, you must be our new transfer student," she said warmly. Maggie just nodded her head, her eyes roaming around the room to avoid eye contact. "Miss Margaret Barker correct?"

"Ya, but you can call me Maggie. Everyone does," Maggie responded back, her voice rising an octave and was much lighter than her usual speaking voice. She guessed her accent was a little too foreign for them since the kids started whispering after she spoke.

"Curious, I never heard an accent like that. You're from the States correct?" The teacher, whose name she still had not caught, questioned.

Maggie gave her a halfhearted shrug, "More or less. My mom and I move around a lot." Maggie could tell the woman wanted to pried, but probably remembered that she still had a class to teach.

"How exciting," was what the teacher went with instead, "Why don't you take a seat anywhere that is available."

With tha,t Maggie shuffled towards the first available desk she saw. It was rather far in the back and was next to a rather pathetic looking boy, well in her opinion. He extremely skinny, wearing clothes far too big for him. He wore glasses that had seen better days and seemed to only be holding on to the tape between them. His unruly black hair matching nicely with his brown skin. Marked on his forehead had to be the coolest scar she had ever seen. It resembled an actual lightning bolt, yet it seemed so deep and jagged in his skull. The scar, to Maggie, looked like someone crudely tried to sow his skull back together. Yet the scar could never compare to his eyes. He had some of the greenest eyes she had ever seen that stood out against his darker skin color. Yet the color wasn't what made them stood out to her, it was the utter defeat and blankness that reflected within them.

She sat down beside him, ignoring the shocked eyes that were watching her. The boy seemed rather startled himself that she sat there, nearly jumping out of his skin. He faced Maggie, eyes wide in confusion which surely mimicked her own. Maggie shifted her attention from her neighbor to the teacher, who seemed lost in her own lecture. While the other students went back to the lesson at hand, she still felt those empty green eyes burning holes in her.

Tilting her head towards him she whispered, "I would introduce myself, but I feel it would be a bit repetitive." Her voiced must have shocked him out of whatever stupor he was in as he went back to staring at the board...without even an introduction. Maggie followed in suit.

The lesson felt a lot longer than it probably was, but eventually, it was break time. Her classmates quickly rushed out of the classroom like their lives were on the line. Slowly she trailed behind them, any thoughts of her new black hair neighbor were gone from her mind. At least, until five minutes later.

Maggie was just minding her business, sitting alone with her back against the school's wall and observing everyone else playing around. It was quite peaceful, until her eyes rested on the familiar black hair of her unnamed desk neighbor who was sitting alone in the shadow of a giant oak tree. His body so small, he nearly blend into the shadows.

God, he looked pathetically sad, like a kicked puppy.

An internal debate entered Maggie's mind. One side demanding to befriend him while the other said to leave it alone. After all, why make friends when she will end up leaving? However, her empathy won out and she began to make her way toward him. Soon she was standing in front of him and he once again looked at her.

Just staring into those eyes, she felt they were much too sad and unfitting for someone like him, especially since they were the same age. "How are you?" she blurted out, at a loss on what to say. She had to say something, the silence was suffocating her.

He just blinked owlishly at her and the feeling of regret washed over Maggie. This was an awful idea, she completely overestimated her people skills. "Are you talking to me?" The boy asked so quietly that she almost missed it.

"Yeah. Who else would I be talking to?"

He ignored her question, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Cus I can and have the ability to," she said and sat down next to him, causing him to flinch away.

His eyes nervously wandered the play yard. "You should leave. Bad things will happen if you stick around," he muttered, eyes dropping back to the ground.

Maggie just scoffed and shrugged. "I can handle it." She faced him and gave him what she hoped was a welcoming smile, "I never caught your name."

It was silent for several moments and the boy just looked at her as if she grew three heads. "Harry," he said slowly, as if he was unsure exactly what was going on, "Harry Potter."

Maggie nodded her head at the new information, mentally removing his old title as the pathetic black haired boy and replacing it with Harry. "Maggie Barker."

She could have sworn he smiled a bit before answering back, "I know."

And with that, they sat together, observers in the world around them. A calming silence between them. Perhaps making one friend wouldn't be so awful.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, especially good old Harry-boy is in it. My updates for this story will only be faster than it normally would be because I already written several chapters. The next one may be up a little later than this one due to the fact I need to write a children's picture book as well as a research paper. Oh, also if there is anything you want to see, you can leave it in a comment or just PM me.

Edited: 2/19/19