Not Alone

Summary: In which, Harry is kidnapped by another child his age one day at a park and friendships happen. A series of one-shots and drabbles about Harry dealing with a reincarnated OC as a friend.

Note: Just a series of one-shots about Harry Potter having a friend before, during and after Hogwarts. Will update whenever I want to. This series will have an OC in it.

Drabble summary: Holly promises to look after Harry the best she can. While her parents wonder what to do.

Mr. and Mrs Dane we're not at all too sure what to think when their daughter came home one day with a skip in her step, dragging a kid with far too big of clothes, round glass and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Granted, their daughter had always been strange and not at all normal from the moment she was born, objects themselves seem to just float around her whenever she was happy or lights flicker whenever she was upset.

She spoke odd things that no child would typically know. (Most of the time these odd things made no sense at all.)

A fact, that Mrs. Dane would later learn was not normal when she heard from the others, during a parent get together. After, her daughter had spoken about evil snakes wanting to take over the world and some sort of shapeshifting rat and somehow red heads we're thrown into the mix.

So, really seeing her drag a child into the house more worried about muddy shoes because Mr. and Mrs Dane didn't like muddy shoes in the house. Both of them we're just baffled.

After all, what do you do in a situation like this?

"And, that's why you have to take of your shoes Harry," Holly said gently. "Because they pick up all sorts of things."

The boy Harry, the name Mr. and Mrs. Dane had found out nodded his head shyly taking of his shoes before their daughter drag her new best friend into the house with a big smile on her lips.

"Can we keep him?" she asked. "I'll look after him. I promise. I'll feed him and water him and not put him in a cupboard under the stairs."

Frankly, Mr. and Mrs. Dane did not know what to think to such a question.

"I think we need to call his parents dear," Mr. Dane said.

"His are dead. Aren't they Harry?" Holly asked far too bluntly.

"Yes, sir," Harry said.

"Do you live with anyone?"

"My aunt and uncle."

"Will if you know their number, we could call them."

Holly didn't at all like that answer she started to cry and like always the lights started to flick on and off. It did, however turn out that young Harry did not at all know his aunt and uncle phone number. Not too much of a shock the boy was only five even Holly had trouble with their own landline number. He did however, at least recall the name of the place and that took a good few hours before the boy finally spelt it out, struggling with the words.

All while Mrs. Dane noticed how skinny the boy was, sickly so, as if someone had denial him food and that did not do well at all. She was at least able to tell her husband to check on the boy aunt and uncle to tell them that their nephew was taken by their daughter to feed him.

This gave Mrs. Dane a lot of time to cook up some soup and make some sandwiches for the child who looked far too overwhelmed at the amount of the attention and food on his plate for her liking. She got an awful fearing in the gut of her stomach that his home life was not at all good. She didn't like that feeling at all.