After what seemed like an hour of avoiding each other's gaze after shyly looking away from each other, Harry knew he had to act. He grinned at Juliet, who was still sitting

next to him, apparently deep in thought of a conversation starter- the two had no idea what to say to each other; Harry's feelings towards her, he was sure had grown to

more than friendship; he was also sure she felt the same, however he wasn't prepared to take the risk in case he got rejected or just used like he was just a few hours

before. Juliet returned the grin, blushed deeply and looked away again. Harry couldn't help but to grin again at this, wondering over what to do, he slid off the bench the

two were sitting on, pulled a yo-yo, a muggle contraption apparently used to help one think or look cool from what he had learnt from Dudley, he walked across the room

and leant against a wall coolly, his legs crossed over using his back to support him as he slipped his fingers through the loop he had made in the yo-yo string, casually

bouncing it up and down, deeply thinking of words to say to Juliet, at the same time, trying to impressing her with his coolness; he knew he was awesome but this was a

situation where he had to show it off. He looked up at Juliet who was now watching him, apparently still lost for words. Harry continued bouncing the yo-yo up and down,

finally something hit him. It wasn't much of a conversation but it would break the silence between them. He caught the yo-yo and wound up the yo-yo, slipping his finger

out of the loop. He held it in the palm of his hand towards Juliet.

"This is a yo-yo." He said coolly. "It's a muggle toy, not sure exactly of the purpose but it helps me to think. My cousin, Dudley gave it to me before I had to leave the

Dursley's, just before I left Hogwarts." He smiled, feeling as though he had just made the most important speech in his life-time; was it enough to impress or had he

completely killed their moment? He paused for a second and added, "I honestly don't know what else to say; I'm lost for words." He felt his face flush again.

To his surprised Juliet smiled shyly, yet seemed somewhat impressed. "That's cool. I grew up in the muggle world and now I'm a sixth year." She smiled again, "Me too."

She said and let out a slight laugh, as Harry picked up through her nerves.

Harry gave a bit of laugh, "Brilliant! I grew up in the muggle world also... just as a reminder; you already know this; who doesn't?" he grinned brightly.

His grin soon faded however as Juliet looked suddenly saddened again, he walked back to the bench and sat back down next to her, he looked at her wondering whether

he should ask her what was up, apparently though she read his mind, she gazed into his eyes, "Well, I grew up being abused by my father, after he killed my mother and

a whole army. I ran away when I was seven, and I was in a coma til I was 11." Harry remained silent as she continued, "I ran away from home when I was seven and

was in a coma until I was eleven." She said; her voice slow and sad. Harry still didn't dare to ask questions; it was heavy enough without knowing how all this happened.

Juliet sighed. "I would go on, but it would take too long to explain everything." She added.

Harry frowned once she had finished, he couldn't take it in- questions filled his mind but he didn't want to ask; it almost scared him how much alike they were; how much

he understood, he had been abused by his uncle, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for one to be abused by their own father after they'd killed one's mother but

here he was talking to someone who had seen it all. His voice caught in his throat, he wanted to speak straight away from nothing wanted to come out. He swallowed

hard, deeply saddened upon hearing what he had just heard. "I'm sorry to hear that..." he said with a weak smile, "but I'm glad you're still here though. Really." He

paused again, his voice quietened as though someone had found his volume switch, "I can't imagine how it must feel."

Juliet shrugged, Harry could see she was hiding her feelings, "It's fine... and eh, sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be here; I wonder what would happen if I wasn't." She

sighed.

Harry felt himself choke up- he knew that feeling all too well, until he found out he was a wizard, was accepted into Hogwarts and discovered he was the chosen one. He

looked at Juliet and smiled weakly, "I know you're meant to be here... otherwise you wouldn't be here." He smiled warmly.

"You really think so?"

Harry looked at her, "no..."

"Oh." She looked away and sighed.

"I know it." He grinned.

She sighed and shook her head, Harry stood up; to his surprise she did too. She looked up at him. "I hate how I'm a few inches shorter than you." She laughed. "I'm so

short!"

Harry sniggered as he looked down at her, "I'm not that tall, even Ron's taller than me." He chuckled.

Juliet laughed at this, "I'm shorter than most people though."

Harry grinned. "I'm not most people."

Juliet shrugged, "no. I guess not." She said, as she shot him a grin, then sighed and took a few steps back, smiling at Harry, as she spun around in circles. Harry

wondered what she was doing, he continued to watch her curiously when he saw it; the sight amazed him, he was once again lost for speech. Roses had suddenly

started to grow on his living room floor, their petals swirling around in the air around Juliet, her silky black hair flowing behind her. She grinned at Harry. "Roses are my

favourite flower."

"I can handle that." He smiled as he took a handful of roses from the floor. He looked at her, wondering if she would think he were destroying them, which he was hoping

for; just for a bit of a reaction, he plucked the petals off them one by one , keeping the plucked petals in the palm of his hand, as Juliet continued to spin, her hands raised

higher in the air, she looked so graceful, so elegant as she concentrated and as Harry suspected, she hadn't noticed Harry pluck the petals, which he realized he had

frozen watching the graceful sight in front of him. Harry's had once again lost his breath as he closed his hand around the rose petals he had just plucked, when he

opened it again, he found himself holding a big red rose, he would have appreciated what he had just done if he wasn't so stunned by the sight in front of him. She

continued for a moment before stopping. Harry was still completely stunned; it took him a moment to realize she had stopped spinning and dropped everything.