Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I only own Tray O'Hara. :)
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After school, Harry headed back to Ron's house, where he was staying for the winter. He had nowhere else to stay, but didn't mind.
Harry shuffled down the sidewalk, bundled up in his coat and scarf, and pulled his hat down over his ears. It was so cold!
He looked up as he heard geese honking, and saw them flying overhead in a V formation. Soon, he heard something else:
"Hey! Wait up!"
Harry spun around, and saw a black-eyed boy jogging after him. Harry stopped walking so he could catch up.
As he reached Harry's side, he could see that it was Tray. Harry's stomach flopped.
The two boys fell into stride, and began to talk.
"So, what's your name?" Tray asked, skipping a bit with every other step. Harry licked his bluing lips.
"Harry. Potter. What's yours?"
"Tray O'Hara. I saw you today in class, and I thought I'd make friends and all. Everyone else is stuck up and snooty." They kept walking.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Harry sighed. Up close, Tray was even handsomer. Harry could now tell that his eyes weren't black, they were actually a shade of dark gray. And there was a ring of green around it.
"You have interesting eyes." Harry blurted out absentmindedly. Tray laughed.
"I get that all the time. Green and gray, what an odd combination." They walked on a bit in silence.
"So, you want to be friends?" Tray asked finally, and Harry gulped.
"Yeah, I'd love that. Er, I mean yeah okay. Uh." Harry shook his head. Then laughed. Tray raised an eyebrow.
"Um, great." They laughed. "Well, tomorrow I'll sit by you in class. If Mr.Jones lets me and all." Harry nodded.
"Okay. I'll save you a seat."
"Thanks. Well this is my house, I got to get going." Tray stopped in front of a driveway. Harry glanced at the house. It was rather large and Victorian looking.
"Sure. See you tomorrow, then." Harry said quietly.
Tray tipped his hat, and spun on his heel, walking up the drive.
Harry watched him go, and felt his heart doing several jumps. He remembered the look in his eye as he had tipped his hat. The way his eyes squinted, the way he raised an eyebrow, that stupid smirk on his face.
Harry walked home by himself the rest of the way, almost floating in boyish glee. Him and Tray being friends? This was a smashing turn of events.
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After school, Harry headed back to Ron's house, where he was staying for the winter. He had nowhere else to stay, but didn't mind.
Harry shuffled down the sidewalk, bundled up in his coat and scarf, and pulled his hat down over his ears. It was so cold!
He looked up as he heard geese honking, and saw them flying overhead in a V formation. Soon, he heard something else:
"Hey! Wait up!"
Harry spun around, and saw a black-eyed boy jogging after him. Harry stopped walking so he could catch up.
As he reached Harry's side, he could see that it was Tray. Harry's stomach flopped.
The two boys fell into stride, and began to talk.
"So, what's your name?" Tray asked, skipping a bit with every other step. Harry licked his bluing lips.
"Harry. Potter. What's yours?"
"Tray O'Hara. I saw you today in class, and I thought I'd make friends and all. Everyone else is stuck up and snooty." They kept walking.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Harry sighed. Up close, Tray was even handsomer. Harry could now tell that his eyes weren't black, they were actually a shade of dark gray. And there was a ring of green around it.
"You have interesting eyes." Harry blurted out absentmindedly. Tray laughed.
"I get that all the time. Green and gray, what an odd combination." They walked on a bit in silence.
"So, you want to be friends?" Tray asked finally, and Harry gulped.
"Yeah, I'd love that. Er, I mean yeah okay. Uh." Harry shook his head. Then laughed. Tray raised an eyebrow.
"Um, great." They laughed. "Well, tomorrow I'll sit by you in class. If Mr.Jones lets me and all." Harry nodded.
"Okay. I'll save you a seat."
"Thanks. Well this is my house, I got to get going." Tray stopped in front of a driveway. Harry glanced at the house. It was rather large and Victorian looking.
"Sure. See you tomorrow, then." Harry said quietly.
Tray tipped his hat, and spun on his heel, walking up the drive.
Harry watched him go, and felt his heart doing several jumps. He remembered the look in his eye as he had tipped his hat. The way his eyes squinted, the way he raised an eyebrow, that stupid smirk on his face.
Harry walked home by himself the rest of the way, almost floating in boyish glee. Him and Tray being friends? This was a smashing turn of events.