Amanda. Harry sat on his bed and sighed the name, it was beautiful, she was beautiful.
Amanda.
He wished he could tell his friends about her right away. He closed his eyes and imagined what Hermione and Ron would say if they knew. If he described her beauty, Ron would cheer him on, teasing him about his love for a muggle. Hermione would look with disgust at Ron, then tell Harry she thought this "Amanda" was pretty lucky. Then she would go study. Harry smiled. He wished he was with them right now. He heard a knocked on his bedroom door.
"What?!"
"Mum wants to talk to you. She doesn't look happy, I think she's going to lock you in again! Hah!" Dudley snickered on the other side of the door. Harry had wanted to use magic on Dudley more than once; again, he held himself back. He opened the door and, shooting the pig of a cousin on the other side a nasty look, trotted down the stairs. Even his horsefaced aunt couldn't put him out of the good mood Amanda had put him in. He stopped dead when he reached the foot of the stairs. There in the living room stood his aunt, livid, but with a false smile pasted on her pale face. But there next to her was the girl he had been daydreaming about.
"Harry! I found you!" Amanda walked up to him. "Uh," she turned and glanced at his aunt. "Can we speak alone?" Harry's heart skipped a beat. He looked to Aunt Petunia, and could tell she wanted him to get this strange girl out of her house now. He smiled over Amanda's shoulder at his fuming aunt.
"Of course. The garden. Follow me!" He led her out to the garden, sneaking a glance at the now explosive Petunia. They reached the garden, it was about 8:30, and the sun was almost done setting, the temperature dropping to a warm, still night. Frogs could be heard beginning to make a croaking sound, the air smelled soft and fresh. Summer fireflies buzzed around the two of them.
"Oh Harry." she breathed in blissfully. She smiled at him again, that wonderful smile. All of a sudden he wanted to kiss her more than anything in the world. He was experiencing a strange sensation that he hadn't ever felt before. He thought for a moment that he'd rather stay here in the garden than be anywhere else in the world, even Hogwarts. He remembered his last Hogwarts year, how it had ended, with the death of Cedric, and no longer wanted to dwell on those thoughts. A small voice inside his head spoke to him, saying,
"Who cares if Voldemort rises again? Amanda, she's what matters." Harry tried to quench those thoughts, knowing Voldemort must never rise to power again, but they persisted. He swallowed his great desire to kiss her, and instead asked her a question.
"Why did you come find me? And how--" he stopped short, for her lips were already reaching for his. He leaned into her and kissed her lovingly, and they held each other in this embrace for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she pulled back, embarrassed at herself. But Harry did not want the kiss to end. His hand carressed her cheek, his breath was shaky and fast. He felt so very strange, as if something about the kiss was wrong, or forbidden, but her skin was so warm. She grabbed his hand and pushed something into it, and gave him a peck on the cheek with her beautiful lips. She smiled and rushed off, out of the garden onto the dark street. Harry felt as if part of him had just been ripped out. Then he looked at the little note inside his palm.
Amanda Miller
2543 Marnatee Street
Love at first sight?
Harry closed his eyes. Tomorrow, he would visit her. Somehow, whether the Dursleys allowed it or not, he'd find a way.
Amanda.
He wished he could tell his friends about her right away. He closed his eyes and imagined what Hermione and Ron would say if they knew. If he described her beauty, Ron would cheer him on, teasing him about his love for a muggle. Hermione would look with disgust at Ron, then tell Harry she thought this "Amanda" was pretty lucky. Then she would go study. Harry smiled. He wished he was with them right now. He heard a knocked on his bedroom door.
"What?!"
"Mum wants to talk to you. She doesn't look happy, I think she's going to lock you in again! Hah!" Dudley snickered on the other side of the door. Harry had wanted to use magic on Dudley more than once; again, he held himself back. He opened the door and, shooting the pig of a cousin on the other side a nasty look, trotted down the stairs. Even his horsefaced aunt couldn't put him out of the good mood Amanda had put him in. He stopped dead when he reached the foot of the stairs. There in the living room stood his aunt, livid, but with a false smile pasted on her pale face. But there next to her was the girl he had been daydreaming about.
"Harry! I found you!" Amanda walked up to him. "Uh," she turned and glanced at his aunt. "Can we speak alone?" Harry's heart skipped a beat. He looked to Aunt Petunia, and could tell she wanted him to get this strange girl out of her house now. He smiled over Amanda's shoulder at his fuming aunt.
"Of course. The garden. Follow me!" He led her out to the garden, sneaking a glance at the now explosive Petunia. They reached the garden, it was about 8:30, and the sun was almost done setting, the temperature dropping to a warm, still night. Frogs could be heard beginning to make a croaking sound, the air smelled soft and fresh. Summer fireflies buzzed around the two of them.
"Oh Harry." she breathed in blissfully. She smiled at him again, that wonderful smile. All of a sudden he wanted to kiss her more than anything in the world. He was experiencing a strange sensation that he hadn't ever felt before. He thought for a moment that he'd rather stay here in the garden than be anywhere else in the world, even Hogwarts. He remembered his last Hogwarts year, how it had ended, with the death of Cedric, and no longer wanted to dwell on those thoughts. A small voice inside his head spoke to him, saying,
"Who cares if Voldemort rises again? Amanda, she's what matters." Harry tried to quench those thoughts, knowing Voldemort must never rise to power again, but they persisted. He swallowed his great desire to kiss her, and instead asked her a question.
"Why did you come find me? And how--" he stopped short, for her lips were already reaching for his. He leaned into her and kissed her lovingly, and they held each other in this embrace for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she pulled back, embarrassed at herself. But Harry did not want the kiss to end. His hand carressed her cheek, his breath was shaky and fast. He felt so very strange, as if something about the kiss was wrong, or forbidden, but her skin was so warm. She grabbed his hand and pushed something into it, and gave him a peck on the cheek with her beautiful lips. She smiled and rushed off, out of the garden onto the dark street. Harry felt as if part of him had just been ripped out. Then he looked at the little note inside his palm.
Amanda Miller
2543 Marnatee Street
Love at first sight?
Harry closed his eyes. Tomorrow, he would visit her. Somehow, whether the Dursleys allowed it or not, he'd find a way.