Chapter 2
Over the next two weeks Harry and I were inseparable. I would sneak out of the orphanage to the small park on the edge of Privet Drive, this proved to be surprisingly easier then I would have expected because no one had even noticed I had gone even though sometimes I would be out all day. While I was with Harry I felt like for the first time I actually had a friend, someone who I could talk to and laugh with, I'd never had that before even at school everyone thought I was really weird because I lived in an orphanage like it was contagious but Harry knew how I felt, at his school no one liked him because of Dudley and his clan of brainless wannabees. Harry told me about how his parents died in a car crash and about the scar he had received, it was an unusual scar shaped as it was a lightning bolt, and I'd never seen anything like it and I could not see was could have hit him to make that shape but in return I showed him my birth mark on my left arm, all the way up my forearm ran a scar with something faded behind it, Harry was surprised to see the birthmark and kept asking me if I was sure that it wasn't just a scar after the 1000th time he finally believed me.
Although I felt completely at home with Harry there were still something's (with good reason) I kept hidden like the fact I can create water out of thin air of course no one knew I could do this though because if they did god knows what would happen. Then one day Harry came to the park really angry when I asked what was wrong he told me that he had received a letter for the first time in his life and when he was about to open it his uncle snatched it off him and wouldn't let him read, I asked him what it said on the envelope and he said
Mr Harry Potter
Cupboard Under the stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
I looked at him surprised "I wonder how they knew where you slept", "I don't know, but after that my aunt and uncle kicked me and Dudley out of the kitchen and after a few hours of arguing they told me I was going to have Dudley's second room probably so the sender would get the wrong address" I raised my eyebrow "wait Dudley has a second bedroom and you sleep in the cupboard under the stairs" I said restraining my anger I mean how dare they, Harry was a human being and they were treating him like low life scum. Harry smiled bleakly and nodded, in the distance we could hear Mr Dursley practically screaming at Harry at their garden gate, Harry gave a large sigh and started walking very slowly back to the house.
The next day I waited by the park for Harry but he never came, at first I assumed that the Dursley's weren't letting him out of the house but after a week I started to get worried. I'd finally given up going to the park, maybe we weren't friends after all, I mean if we were he would tell me what was going on then one day I was walking around the streets and I saw Mr and Mrs Dursley with some of their belongings bustling Harry and the crying Dudley into the car and they drove away. I stood there frozen watch the car disappearing into the distance How could he I thought furiously It's one thing not showing up like we always did but this was completely out of order he had moved away! Moved away without telling me, it was now official we were never friends and I carried on walking not letting the tear not that was so longingly to emerge fall.
For the next few days I spent all my time locked away in my room as the Dursleys might come back for some unknown reason. News of the Dursleys departure seemed to have spread around the orphanage at a surprising rate even for our standard but unsurprisingly this news was welcomed warmly as it was common that Mr and Mrs Dursley often complained about the orphanage and how the orphans "destroyed the tranquillity of the area."As people insisted to talk about this subject during dinner I had to sit and endure it shaking with anger as I was remind of the boy whom I'd once thought of as my friend.
Later that evening the door bell rang, Ms Goldstein told me to open the door while she was mopping up Sam Wallaby's sick so I walked though the kitchen towards the front door, when I opened it I gasped in shock. In front of me stood the strangest man I had ever seen, the man looked very old with his half moon spectacles but did not look frail at all, in fact he looked fitter than most men in their twenties, he had long white hair going down to his hip and his beard was slightly longer and his fashion sense was nothing like I had ever seen before he wore pin-striped trousers and on top what looked to be swimming trunks and on the top half of his body he wore a woman's top and a blazer, goggled at him for a moment and he smiled with warm embrace and said in a gentil voice "Hello , I am here to see Ms Goldstein, I have an appointment"
