A/N: Just to let you know, Megan is one grade below Harry, because she had to repeat the second grade.
Megan's eyes fluttered open as the first morning light appeared through the old gray curtains of her room at the Leaky Cauldron. She groaned and shut her eyes, wishing she could sleep a few more hours.
She got dressed quickly and wandered down to Diagon Alley.
"Megggggaaaaaaan!" She heard her name being called and turned toward the voice. A boy, about her age, was calling to her and waving.
She was confused, 'why would a boy be calling to me?,' was her thought; she walked toward him anyway.
The boy had unruly black hair, and round glasses outlined his bright green eyes.
She smiled, 'he's soooo cute... why does he look so familiar?'
She continued toward him, her face set in a lost look. After all, she had no idea who he was, and suddenly he was just calling her over from out of the blue.
As she walked, she scanned through a mental list of all the people she knew. Suddenly it came to her.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
The boy calling her name was from her kindergarten class. He had been her best friend... Her only friend. They had met the first day of school that year. He had been playing with some alphabet blocks in the corner. He had shared them with her. From that day on, they had been inseperable.
One day he didn't show up for school. He didn't show up the next day, or the day after that. She asked her teacher, Mrs. Whittle, if he was sick, and she simply shook her head. "No dear, his family moved. I'm sorry."
Megan was too shocked to speak. All she could do was cry. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't make a sound, not even a whimper. She had retreated to the back of the room, leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, and she had sat there all day.
He hadn't called, written, or made any attempt whatsoever to contact her, and after a while she had almost forgotten him. He still lingered in her thoughts, deep in the back of her head.
Day by day, she doubted his return even more. After a while, she came to the conclusion he was never coming back.
~*~ End Flashback ~*~
She picked up her pace a bit, and soon found herself face to face with Harry Potter. He had a few of his friends with him, but she didn't care.
He had gotten taller. Much taller.
Harry gave her a friendly hug. "HEY! What are you doing here? God, it's been so long! You remember me, don't you?" He looked into her eyes, waiting for a reply. "Of course I remember you, Harry! I'm going to Hogwarts, that's why I'm here, dummy!" was her response. They talked for a minute longer, but his friends were growing more impatient by the minute. "Harry...," one of his friends was calling his name. She had long, brown, somewhat frizzy brown hair, and she was rather pretty, to tell you the truth. Harry turned around to look at her, and she waved for him to come with her. "HARRY! We still need to finish our shopping." Harry nodded and waved to Megan, before following the girl through the crowd.
Megan was disappointed that he couldn't talk longer, but she didn't let it show as he walked away.
~*~ An Hour Later ~*~
"Platform nine and three quarters..." Megan chanted, looking over and over at her ticket, and then to the brick walls in front of her, each with a number. She, at last, found platform nine, and immediatly looked a little further on. Platform ten. 'This is NOT working,' she thought. A group of robed teenagers brushed by her at that moment. She cautiously followed them, stopping a few feet to the side to observe how they got to the platform. Megan gasped as one of the teenagers walked straight through the barrier. She waited until they had all gone through, then started to walk toward it. She had seen one of the younger of the group run toward it, so she decided to try the wall at a run. She leaned forward, pushing the trolley faster and faster. At the last second, she closed her eyes, bracing for impact... but it never came.
Megan's eyes fluttered open as the first morning light appeared through the old gray curtains of her room at the Leaky Cauldron. She groaned and shut her eyes, wishing she could sleep a few more hours.
She got dressed quickly and wandered down to Diagon Alley.
"Megggggaaaaaaan!" She heard her name being called and turned toward the voice. A boy, about her age, was calling to her and waving.
She was confused, 'why would a boy be calling to me?,' was her thought; she walked toward him anyway.
The boy had unruly black hair, and round glasses outlined his bright green eyes.
She smiled, 'he's soooo cute... why does he look so familiar?'
She continued toward him, her face set in a lost look. After all, she had no idea who he was, and suddenly he was just calling her over from out of the blue.
As she walked, she scanned through a mental list of all the people she knew. Suddenly it came to her.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
The boy calling her name was from her kindergarten class. He had been her best friend... Her only friend. They had met the first day of school that year. He had been playing with some alphabet blocks in the corner. He had shared them with her. From that day on, they had been inseperable.
One day he didn't show up for school. He didn't show up the next day, or the day after that. She asked her teacher, Mrs. Whittle, if he was sick, and she simply shook her head. "No dear, his family moved. I'm sorry."
Megan was too shocked to speak. All she could do was cry. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't make a sound, not even a whimper. She had retreated to the back of the room, leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, and she had sat there all day.
He hadn't called, written, or made any attempt whatsoever to contact her, and after a while she had almost forgotten him. He still lingered in her thoughts, deep in the back of her head.
Day by day, she doubted his return even more. After a while, she came to the conclusion he was never coming back.
~*~ End Flashback ~*~
She picked up her pace a bit, and soon found herself face to face with Harry Potter. He had a few of his friends with him, but she didn't care.
He had gotten taller. Much taller.
Harry gave her a friendly hug. "HEY! What are you doing here? God, it's been so long! You remember me, don't you?" He looked into her eyes, waiting for a reply. "Of course I remember you, Harry! I'm going to Hogwarts, that's why I'm here, dummy!" was her response. They talked for a minute longer, but his friends were growing more impatient by the minute. "Harry...," one of his friends was calling his name. She had long, brown, somewhat frizzy brown hair, and she was rather pretty, to tell you the truth. Harry turned around to look at her, and she waved for him to come with her. "HARRY! We still need to finish our shopping." Harry nodded and waved to Megan, before following the girl through the crowd.
Megan was disappointed that he couldn't talk longer, but she didn't let it show as he walked away.
~*~ An Hour Later ~*~
"Platform nine and three quarters..." Megan chanted, looking over and over at her ticket, and then to the brick walls in front of her, each with a number. She, at last, found platform nine, and immediatly looked a little further on. Platform ten. 'This is NOT working,' she thought. A group of robed teenagers brushed by her at that moment. She cautiously followed them, stopping a few feet to the side to observe how they got to the platform. Megan gasped as one of the teenagers walked straight through the barrier. She waited until they had all gone through, then started to walk toward it. She had seen one of the younger of the group run toward it, so she decided to try the wall at a run. She leaned forward, pushing the trolley faster and faster. At the last second, she closed her eyes, bracing for impact... but it never came.