Disclaimer: ::sniff:: no one reviewed!!!! *cries* I don't own anything, NOT THAT ANYONE CARES!!!
Authors Note: I decided to make it like this, Harry and Helen are much older now, Harry is out of Hogwarts, and their legal, let's say, about 20? AND IF I DON'T GET ANY REVIEWS IMA TRACK DOWN THE PEOPLE WHO READ AND DIDN'T REVIEW IT AND IMA KILL THEM! IGHT?? Okay! On with the fic..!
Harry was walking down the street. Thoughts clouding his mind, he wasn't watching where he was going. A tickle filled his scar, and he stopped abruptly, very confused. His scar had caused him pain before, but never tickled him. Talk about strange, Harry thought. The tickling grew stronger, and, because of this, Harry walked right into someone. "Sorry," he started. He looked up. A young women, about his age, was sprawled next to him. For some reason she was giggling, though he didn't know why. She had red hair streaked with some blonde here and there, and light hazel eyes. She rubbed her forehead, brushing her hair away.
"It's ok. I wasn't looking where I was going," she said, smiling. Harry looked up and almost gasped. Where she had brushed away her hair, there was a scar. A lightning shaped scar. "Something wrong?" she asked, seeing his surprised look.
"Oh, uh, nothing...I'm Harry," he said, sticking his hand out.
"Helen," she replied, shaking his hand. The tickling grew in his forehead.
"Nice to meet you Helen." He let go of her hand quickley. His scar was almost itchy with ticklyness.
"Same to..." she stopped. She looked at his forehead, and saw that he too, had a scar, just like hers.
