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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except the wilsons the rest belong to JK Rowling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- "Why Harry Potter, what are you doing round here at this time of night?" came a sweet voice.
Harry's eyes worked their way the slender body of the person standing before him and came to rest on a fair beautiful face. Her green eyes pierced through him and sat calmly on her rosy cheeks which looked as if they were pinked by frost but seeing that it was late July he thought otherwise.
"I could ask the same of you, Emma Wilson," he replied with a big smile.
"Well you know me, I'm just up to no good," she said returning the smile and looking down at the ground causing her long lashes to flutter over her eyes.
"Up to no good huh? Doesn't seem like you?"
"Okay, you caught me, I'm just a softy. I saw Dudley and them giving that poor kid a hard time and thought I'd help him out," she confessed holding up a small bag of ice.
"Oh okay then, I guess I'll let you go," he started to turn away but prayed that she'd stop him.
"Wait!" He closed his eyes and thanked God. "He seems ok," she said as she glanced over to see the boy sulking home, "maybe we can talk instead."
"Sounds good to me."
For a little while they walked in silence kicking small bits of rock and debris they ran into on the ground. Harry looked at her, the moon light made her even prettier. It bathed her face and glistened on her silky hair. He had to stop she was a muggle and even then way out of his league. Then again she had found him, but she probably wanted to just be friends, yes, just friends.
"So Harry?"
"Yes?"
"You don't strike me as a criminal."
"Okay?" He was confused.
"Well, you do go St. Brutes' whats-a-ma-giggy?"
"Oh yea, that! Well.ah. A couple years ago I stole some stuff. Yea lots of trouble, worst decision ever!"
"Okay then," she said in the I'll take that one for now voice.
"Well what school are you going to this year, boarding, local, what?"
"Oh, it's a small girl-guy boarding school, most people have never heard of it."
"Oh, really? Try me?"
"Okay. Hogwarts!"
He stared at her blankly, "Come again?"
"Hogwarts, well I told you most people hadn't heard of it."
No, she was much too old to be a first year and he'd never heard of people coming after that. "Really, Hogwarts?"
"Okay, Harry, you can stop playing, I know."
"What?"
"You, Harry Potter, are a wizard and a famous one at that!"
"How. how did you know?" "I am a Witch, my self."
He was shocked, a witch? He thought he had heard her right. He was pretty sure the conversation was real.
"Don't be so surprised!" She said with a laugh.
"I just. I never would have guessed. you look so, no offense, but mugglish!"
"Well, thanks a lot! But I guess that's warranted I did grow up in the muggle world."
"Really?"
"Yea."
"So your parents?"
"Witch and Wizard, I'm pure blood actually," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Huh? Another wizarding family just down the street! Did Dumbledore set this up?"
"Kind of, it was a mutual thing."
"Oh."
"Well this is where I get off," she said as they stopped in front of her house.
"Oh, yes, of course. So we'll talk later?"
"Wouldn't miss it," she said with a smile. She went up the walk to her door.
"Bye, then."
"B-bye," she said throwing her hair over her shoulder and waving her hand, as she pushed in the door with the other. Harry watched her as she shut the door and thought what an interesting night it had been. So there was another witch, wow, and a gorgeous one, too! He had never expected that after meeting her the previous day, never in a million years.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except the wilsons the rest belong to JK Rowling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- "Why Harry Potter, what are you doing round here at this time of night?" came a sweet voice.
Harry's eyes worked their way the slender body of the person standing before him and came to rest on a fair beautiful face. Her green eyes pierced through him and sat calmly on her rosy cheeks which looked as if they were pinked by frost but seeing that it was late July he thought otherwise.
"I could ask the same of you, Emma Wilson," he replied with a big smile.
"Well you know me, I'm just up to no good," she said returning the smile and looking down at the ground causing her long lashes to flutter over her eyes.
"Up to no good huh? Doesn't seem like you?"
"Okay, you caught me, I'm just a softy. I saw Dudley and them giving that poor kid a hard time and thought I'd help him out," she confessed holding up a small bag of ice.
"Oh okay then, I guess I'll let you go," he started to turn away but prayed that she'd stop him.
"Wait!" He closed his eyes and thanked God. "He seems ok," she said as she glanced over to see the boy sulking home, "maybe we can talk instead."
"Sounds good to me."
For a little while they walked in silence kicking small bits of rock and debris they ran into on the ground. Harry looked at her, the moon light made her even prettier. It bathed her face and glistened on her silky hair. He had to stop she was a muggle and even then way out of his league. Then again she had found him, but she probably wanted to just be friends, yes, just friends.
"So Harry?"
"Yes?"
"You don't strike me as a criminal."
"Okay?" He was confused.
"Well, you do go St. Brutes' whats-a-ma-giggy?"
"Oh yea, that! Well.ah. A couple years ago I stole some stuff. Yea lots of trouble, worst decision ever!"
"Okay then," she said in the I'll take that one for now voice.
"Well what school are you going to this year, boarding, local, what?"
"Oh, it's a small girl-guy boarding school, most people have never heard of it."
"Oh, really? Try me?"
"Okay. Hogwarts!"
He stared at her blankly, "Come again?"
"Hogwarts, well I told you most people hadn't heard of it."
No, she was much too old to be a first year and he'd never heard of people coming after that. "Really, Hogwarts?"
"Okay, Harry, you can stop playing, I know."
"What?"
"You, Harry Potter, are a wizard and a famous one at that!"
"How. how did you know?" "I am a Witch, my self."
He was shocked, a witch? He thought he had heard her right. He was pretty sure the conversation was real.
"Don't be so surprised!" She said with a laugh.
"I just. I never would have guessed. you look so, no offense, but mugglish!"
"Well, thanks a lot! But I guess that's warranted I did grow up in the muggle world."
"Really?"
"Yea."
"So your parents?"
"Witch and Wizard, I'm pure blood actually," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Huh? Another wizarding family just down the street! Did Dumbledore set this up?"
"Kind of, it was a mutual thing."
"Oh."
"Well this is where I get off," she said as they stopped in front of her house.
"Oh, yes, of course. So we'll talk later?"
"Wouldn't miss it," she said with a smile. She went up the walk to her door.
"Bye, then."
"B-bye," she said throwing her hair over her shoulder and waving her hand, as she pushed in the door with the other. Harry watched her as she shut the door and thought what an interesting night it had been. So there was another witch, wow, and a gorgeous one, too! He had never expected that after meeting her the previous day, never in a million years.
