Oh my gosh, it's been ages. Since I last updated I screwed up at track districts, got a scholarship, and graduated from high school! damn, a lot has happened, but thats why I havn't updated. I also got my laptop for college, so I am currently using it and... I have word again! no more notebook for me! hahahaha!
This chap actually brought back memories from primary school; my riends and I would run around the play area playing, of course, Harry Potter (I was aleays Hermione as the only girl).
Anyway, read, please-
Harry knew everyone was watching him as he made his way to class. He could hear their voices mutter after he passed them. He kept his head down, and ignored them. All he wanted was to make it through the day.
During the lessons, he sat quietly, just listening to what the teacher was saying. He had been slightly lost at the start of the day, but had soon understood what she was saying.
He was about half-way done with the worksheet the teacher had passed out when someone knocked on the door. After talking to the older student for a few seconds, the teacher motioned to Harry.
"The Headmaster wants to see you," she told him.
He heard snickering from his classmates as he walked out of the room. He quickly made his way through the halls towards the headmaster's office.
Once he was there, he knocked on the door three times, and stepped back slightly. The door opened revealing the headmaster.
"Mr. Potter," the man said, motioning for Harry to enter.
Harry quickly passed the man and stood in front of the desk.
"You may sit," the headmaster told him.
The buy quickly sat down, his eyes watching the man.
"Do you understand why you were punished?" the man asked him.
"Yes, sir," Harry quietly replied.
"Good," he nodded. "And be warned, if you are caught climbing the school buildings again, you will be expelled."
"Yes, sir," Harry said.
"Okay, you may return to class," the man dismissed him.
Harry slowly walked out of the room, but picked up the pace once he was out. He was glad to be out of there.
By the time he had reached his room, everyone was leaving for recess. The teacher nodded at him, and he joined them.
He started his walk to the bench out of habit. His feet knew where to go, even though he wasn't paying any attention.
He was thinking about the dream he had had that night. What if Kelly really did think of him that way? The thought hurt so much. He was used to being considered a freak, but after having had a friend in Kelly, the thought of losing her almost killed him.
"Harry!" an excited voice pulled him from his thoughts.
He looked up from the ground to see a red head sitting on the bench. The girl was grinning at him.
"Kelly!" he replied. All of his thoughts vanished. How could he have ever thought she would consider him a freak? She was too nice for that.
The girl stood up and pulled him into a hug.
"You are not allowed to get into trouble again," she informed him.
"I didn't mean to," he shrugged.
"Either way," she started. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," Harry replied.
His heart filled with joy. She had missed him! Nobody had ever missed him before. It was a good feeling, knowing that someone had missed him; it was just as good as having someone to miss.
"C'mon, let's play," Kelly suddenly suggested, pulling him towards a group of girls with a jump rope.
"I dunno," he hesitated. "I don't really think they want me to play with them."
"Don't be silly, they won't mind" she laughed as they reached the group.
Harry hung back as Kelly walked up to the girls. He noticed them eyeing him, and he moved his gaze to the ground.
"Can we join you?" he heard the American ask.
"You can," one of the girls replied. "But he can't."
Harry turned slightly; ready to walk away when Kelly accepted their offer.
"Why not?"
The words froze his feet. He turned back to the group. Kelly was standing with her back to him. Her hands were on her hips, and her head was cocked slightly to one side.
She was standing up for him.
The other girl looked at a loss for words. She quickly scanned the playground. Harry noticed her eyes lock onto a person on the other side. He followed her gaze. Yup, it was Dudley.
The other boy was currently pushing a younger boy off a swing. The small boy started to cry when he hit the ground, and Dudley and his gang quickly left the area.
"Why not?" Kelly repeated.
"Because bad things happen around him," the girl finally told her. "He isn't safe to be around."
"What do you mean? Harry isn't the dangerous one, it's his cousin that's a bully," Kelly told them.
"His cousin hurts anyone that plays with him," the girl explained.
"Fine then, we'll play somewhere else," Kelly harrumphed.
The girl spun around, and grabbed Harry's wrist. She pulled him away from the group. Harry smiled slightly. He really had a friend.
"What do you want to play?" the girl suddenly asked him as they walked.
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"I know," she suddenly announced. "We can play Pirates."
They stopped walking. The bench was next to them.
"How do you play Pirates?" Harry asked.
"Well, first, you have to pretend you are a pirate, then, you go on adventures," she explained.
"Okay," Harry said. He sat on the bench, trying to think of how he could be a pirate.
He jumped slightly when Kelly jumped onto the bench next to him.
"I am Cap'n Scarlet, owner of this here boat, and pillager of villages near and far," she announced.
"What boat?" Harry asked her.
"Arg, the one you are sitting on boy," she scowled.
Harry looked down at the bench and grinned.
"Yes, ma'am. And I am Pirate Jamison, your right-hand man" he said.
Kelly jumped off the bench, leading him in their adventure.
"So, how was school today, Kelly?" Shannon asked her daughter as they ate dinner.
"Really fun," Kelly told her parents.
"Why?" Gibbs questioned.
"Harry was back today," she quickly replied. "We tried to play with some other kids, but they didn't want to play with Harry. So we played Pirates instead. I was Cap'n Scarlet, and he was Pirate Jamison. We fought the evil pirates, and saved the gold, and buried it for tomorrow."
"Sounds like fun," Gibbs laughed at his daughters' enthusiasm.
"Yup" she agreed.
"I may have been wrong about the boy," Shannon said as she cleaned the dishes.
"Kelly sure likes him," Gibbs laughed.
"She hasn't been this happy since we left the States," his wife sighed.
Gibbs walked up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.
"She has found a friend, and from what she has been saying, so has Harry," he told her.
Shannon spun in his arms.
"I would like to meet him, though," she said.
"So would I, but lets' wait until next week," he suggested.
"Okay."
Harry lay in his bed. He was looking at the coat rack over him, but wasn't seeing it.
He was thinking about Kelly. He didn't know how he had ever though she could be mean to him. The game they had played had been so much fun. He couldn't wait until the next day, when they got to continue their adventure.
For once, he fell asleep happy.
Well, it's longer (and don't try to tell me other wise, it's at lease a page longer than the previous longest chap) but is it good? please let me know, please
