(A/N: Snow day! More time to look at pictures of Danny in drag! WOO!

http://www.danradcliffefanrealm.com/playthatiwrote.htm

Enjoy, all you pervy Danny Radcliffe fans!

Extra note: Someone said they thought the charm that Harry got for Madison was a half moon. No, no...that was just something random for him to do with the potatos. It's not a half moon.)

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PRESENT: HOGWARTS
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"Where is it?!" Harry asked aloud as he kneeled down onto the ground. It was too dark to see. He held up his wand. "Lumos." The wand's tip emitted a soft glow that enabled him to see the ground. The bracelet was no where in sight.

"Ugh...damn that Malfoy!" he cried, pointing his wand around frantically to search for the bracelet.

"Harry?" came a voice from behind him. He turned, it was Ron with Hermione. Harry stared at them blankly.

"What're you looking for?" asked Hermione as she stepped forward towards him. "Maybe we can help."

The dark haired Gryffindor sighed and nodded. "Ron, you remember that bracelet? Malfoy dropped it out the window. It's mostly silver, Hermione, and it's got to be somewhere out here."

His friends nodded quietly and lit their wands as well before beginning their search.

Ten minutes passed. All of their noses had gone numb from the cold. Harry groaned in exasperation as he peeked behind a hedge. Suddenly, Ron kneeled down.

"I found it!" he yelled.

"Really?" Harry ran over to him. Ron held up the bracelet for Harry to see.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much, Ron! I owe you! I owe you...uh..." Harry thought for a moment.

"Letting us go inside to thaw out would do, Harry," Ron said with a laugh. Hermione smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Alright. C'mon," said Harry as he took the bracelet from Ron and looked it over for a damage check before he pocketed it.

They walked silently back into the school and up the main staircase. When they got to the stairs for the second floor (they were headed for Gryffindor tower), Hermione finally piped up.

"Harry, where did you get that bracelet...?"

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PAST: PRIVET DRIVE
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"Alright, I've had it. Madison, wait here."

"What? Where are you going, Harry?"

"I'll be right back. Just wait here." Harry stood up from the cold ground. It was November twenty-fifth. Three days until Madison's birthday. He could only just wait to give her her present, but he just couldn't stand not having seen her face. She'd told him at some point that she wasn't allowed outside in the front yard because her mum said the street was too dangerous. That was a total lie.

"Well...okay..." Madison said.

"Thanks!" The boy ran into the back door of the Dursley's house. He came back a few moments later with a hammer.

"Stand back a bit, Madison," he said.

"Hmm? Okay." She did as she was told. "I did. What are you doing?"

"You'll see." Harry approached the fence and starting prying loose the nails. Madison cocked her head to the side in a state of confusion. (I love that phrase.)

Three minutes later, Harry pulled off two of the fence boards and peeked around into the neighboring yard. A little girl stepped away from the fence to get a better look at the boy who was currently staring at her.

She was slightly shorter than Harry, with large, dark blue eyes. Her hair was dark, dark brown. It was almost black. What she wore matched the weather fairly enough. It was a black sweater over thick blue jeans and blue sneakers. Her nose was slightly red and Harry spotted a small scar across her right cheek. She smiled at him and her eyes lit up. Harry just stared. She was beautiful.

There was a moment where both children stared at one another.

"Well," said Madison, interrupting the silence. "It's nice to finally see you."

"You too," said Harry.

They both looked each other over again.

"You'd better put that back," Madison said as she looked behind her at the back door of her house, "before someone comes out here or sees. We'd get in a lot of trouble."

"Yeah..." Harry sighed and reluctantly placed the first board back in its place. Madison held it there for him while he nailed it back in, smiling at him in warm admirance. He picked up the second board and she held it there as well as he nailed it back in.

Her image was imprinted in his mind forever.

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At around six o'clock that night, the Dursley's and Harry sat down at dinner. Roast chicken, green beans, and corn. Harry, of course, had gotten the small, burnt piece of chicken. He didn't mind. The boy was sort of in a daze about what had happened earlier that day. He just couldn't stop thinking about Madison's eyes and how haunted they looked.

"Have you met the family next door, Vernon?" asked Petunia as she cut Dudley a third piece of chicken.

"I spoke with the husband once," replied her husband, "The man has no work ethics. He's a lazy git."

Harry said nothing but focused his attention on the corn. He imagined it to be a flock of canaries making their way to the ocean of green beans across the cold tundra of white china.

"I met the wife when I went to get the post this morning," said Petunia. "That woman looks horrible. She wore no make-up and her hair was a mess!"

The flock of canaries began to spread out across the tundra. There was a giant monster with burnt edges coming after them. They needed to get to the sea of green beans quickly. The monster wouldn't catch them there.

"Have you seen the daughter?" chimed in Dudley, always one to like having attention upon himself.

The canaries crashed into the sea of green beans. The monster roared angrily in defeat and retreated back to it's side of the tundra.

"I haven't yet," said Petunia, looking at her son admiringly. In her eyes, he was growing into quite the conversationalist.

"Well, I have. From my bedroom window I saw her in her back yard," said Dudley in a matter-of-fact kind of voice. "She's weird. She went over to our fence and started talking to it."

The sea of green beans was overtaken by a storm and the canaries were lost beneath the waves.

"She was talking to our fence?" asked Vernon. "Poor child must have a mental problem..."

The tundra began to flood and the monster as well was taken by the sea.

"And she's ugly! Her eyes are huge! She's a freak!" Dudley laughed loudly.

KER-SPLOOSH!

"AGH!"

Dudley fell over in his chair. Petunia shrieked. Vernon stood up while Dudley proceeded to screaming like a five year-old girl.

"What happened?!" screeched Dudley as he stood. He was covered in his own dinner which had somehow exploded off of his plate.

Petunia looked at Vernon. Vernon looked at Harry.

Harry was clutching his fork like a weapon and looking down at his plate as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered.

"It...uh...a bit of plaster must've fallen from the roof, dear," said Petunia as she took Dudley's arm. "Let's go into the bathroom and get you washed up."

"But I didn't see anything!" Dudley protested. "My food exploded! What did you put in it?!"

"Do as your mother says, Dudley," said Vernon. His eyes hadn't moved from Harry.

Harry hadn't even looked up.

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(A/N: I'm sleepy.)