Harry's First Friend

Summary

Harry never had a friend in Primary School, at least not one he could remember. Dudley had always made sure of that. But what happens if, at one time, Harry did have a friend. What happened to them? And why doesn't anyone remember?

Meeting Celestine Niurrin.

Harry and Aile waited outside for Aile's mother to turn up. Finally, a petite, slender, black haired brown eyed lady pulled up in a red ferrari. She got out, and straightened the tan knee-length skirt of her sleeveless dress. Harry could see absolutely no resemblance between her and Aile at all, aside from the height, slenderness and the creamy skin. But other than that, they looked like two unrelated people. Except,

"Mummy!" Aile grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him along as she ran to her mother.

"Hi sweetheart, how was school?"

"It was great! I met this boy, his name's Harry, and he wants to be my friend! His cousin was mean to us, but I did that move Sensei Takiwa taught me, and he left me alone."

"You didn't fight any more than was necessary to ensure you wouldn't get hurt, did you Aile?" Her mother asked sternly.

"Nope. Gosh! Where're my manners? Harry, I'd like you to meet my mum, Celestine Niurrin, Mum, I'd like you to meet my new friend, Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter, its nice to meet you." Mrs Niurrin said warmly.

"Its nice to meet you too, Mrs Niurrin." Harry said.

"Please, call me Celestine, or Celeste, if you prefer. I hate being called Mrs Niurrin, it makes me seem so old."

"Ok Celestine." Celestine smiled, and clapped her hands.

"Right, now that's settled, let's get going. It was very nice to meet you, Harry."

"Mum, can Harry come over to our place? Please? We'll need to swing by his house to tell his Aunt and Uncle, please?" Celestine laughed.

"I don't see why not. You two seem to get along quite well."

"Yay! Thankyou Mum!"

"No probs. Now, let's go tell Harry's family he's going to be at our place. Would you like to stay the night, Harry?"

"I'd love too! But, are you sure I won't be too much trouble?"

"Of course not. You're obviously one of Aile's friends. We'd be delighted to have you over. Being the new kid is no fun, as I'm sure Aile will tell you." Harry grinned. He couldn't believe his luck. Here were two people, willing to accept him for who he was. That hadn't ever happened before. At least, not that he could remember. He got in the car next to Aile, and they drove to The Dursleys'. Once there Aile, Harry and Celestine all got out of the car. Harry's eyes caught the living room curtains fluttering, in a way that suggested someone had just hidden behind them. Harry grinned, no doubt Dudley had told Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon about 'that mean girl who bashed me up', and undoubtedly, Aunt Petunia had wanted to see what type of car the girl's parent's drove. His Uncle Vernon was sure to be polite when he found out that Aile's mum had a ferrari, so he had no reason to worry. Aile walked calmly up the steps, and rang the doorbell. Almost immediately the door was opened, which only proved that his aunt had been watching them. Aile smiled at her, and started to gush.

"Oh mi god, you must be Dudley's" And here her voice shook in laughter "Mother, I can see the similarities." Then, spotting his uncle she smiled even more brightly, "And you must be Dudley's father. The resemblance is astounding."

"Now Ali." Celestine reprimanded, like Harry she knew that Aile was not being complimentary at all, rather she was insulting them quite obviously to Harry and Celestine, but far too subtly for either his aunt or uncle to realise.

"Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me. My name's Ali Niurrin, and this is my mother Celeste. I met Harry at school today, and he was so nice to me. My mum and I were wondering if you'd mind him coming to our place this arvo, and perhaps, staying the night, even?" Harry watched the emotions play over his uncle's face. He knew that his uncle was having a hard time deciding whether to make Harry totally miserable, and say no, all the while risking insulting the two obviously rich people in front of him, or saying yes, and not only making Harry happy, but ensuring they didn't have to bother with him for a little while either. Aile slapped her hand to her forehead, as if she'd just remembered something. She pulled her mother down, and in a stage whisper, that Harry had no doubt she wanted everyone to hear, said frantically, "Mum, we forgot to enquire whether there was a suitable drill company in town that we can buy those drills for Daddy from. Harry watched as his Uncle Vernon's eyes widened. He grinned secretly, Good going, Aile! He thought happily. There was no way that his uncle would risk insulting them now. Not when business was involved.