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(Harry's point of view)
Harry was lying wide awake in his bed in the Lost Boys' secret hideout thinking. About Wendy. He could hear the soft snores of his fellow friends; oh how he envied them.
They had not a care in the world unlike he himself had. He was constantly worrying about fighting Captain Malfoy and his crew, especially Malfoy's son Draco, who would soon take over as captain.
Harry was the oldest, and leader of the Lost Boys. He felt that is was his job to protect the rest of them, which was why he, Harry was the one constantly lying awake at night, making sure he did not hear sounds of the pirates approaching their secret hideout.
At one point in his life, however, Harry had felt extremely happy. And that was because of a girl named Wendy. He could still hear her soothing laugh echoing in his ears.
Wendy had loved Harry, but one night when he had come to see her to take her to Neverland, she said no, and that she needed to grow up. That was the last time he ever saw her. Harry was left heartbroken, and hadn't smiled since the day that he lost Wendy.
Harry could hear the pleasant sounds of the birds and crickets, the Indians dancing, and the mermaids splashing in the water, but still he did not sleep. He could not get his mind off of Wendy.
Finally, Harry got out of bed and approached one of the Lost Boys. "Collin, Collin wake up," he said, gently shaking one of the boys. Collin slowly opened his eyes and stared up at Harry.
"Harry what are y-," he said, but Harry interrupted him. "Collin, I'm going to find Wendy," he said.
Collin sat up, and looked stupidly at Harry. "Bloody hell Harry, have you gone mad? It's the middle of the night! And besides, you haven't spoken about her in ages, so why now? In the middle of the night?! Wendy never came back Harry, she left us and she never came back."
Harry sighed. "I know, I know," he replied, "but even though I haven't mentioned her, I've thought about her. Constantly! Collin you don't understand! If I don't go and see her, then I WILL go mad! Just tell the boys I'll be back soon, and they're not to worry. Please Collin, please do that for me."
Collin yawned. "Alright, Harry, alright I'll do that. But they'll think you're bloody mad!" Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't care, just tell them I'll be back soon," and with that, he left the hideout, and headed to London.
On the way there, Collin's voice echoed through his head. Was he really mad? Well, if he was, he didn't care. He had to see Wendy, and see what happened to her.
How much older was she now? What if she moved out of her house and he could never ever find her again?! No, no, he would see her, she would be there; she'd be lying in her bed, with her beautiful brown locks spread across the pillow, and when he would come in through the window, she would smile at him, and say "Hello, Harry".
Harry would take her hand and she would laugh her wonderful laugh. He would lead her out the window to Neverland, and everything would be okay again.
Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed he had approached the window to Wendy's room.
But as he flew inside he did not see a beautiful girl with long brown locks sleeping in her bed. He saw an old woman with a familiar face and familiar eyes gaping at him.
"Harry?" she asked, looking shocked. Harry stared at her. "I beg your pardon mam, but who are you." A small tear slid down the woman's face.
"It's m-me, Harry. It's W-Wendy," Mrs. Darling croaked. "Wendy?" Harry gasped. The old woman nodded. He approached her rocking chair, and touched her face, and then her hair.
"How can it be you? What happened to you Wendy?" Harry asked. Another tear slid down the woman's face.
"I grew up Harry. I became older. I married, and had children, and now I have grand children," Wendy said, with a quivering voice.
Harry's eyes welted up with tears, but he held them in. "Wendy, I-I missed you so much. I was so upset when you didn't want to come back."
"I know, Harry, I know. As soon as you left I immediately regretted what I did. My parents, they were just so strict, and they told me I had to stop telling foolish stories and that I needed to grow up. But oh Harry I missed you when you went away. And you never came back, until now. Harry why didn't you ever come back?" said Mrs. Darling, with flowing tears pooring down her face.
Harry swallowed. "I didn't want to get hurt again Wendy. I was too upset to come back," he said, his voice cracking.
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," said Wendy. Harry smiled. "It's alright," he said, "I just had to come see you, because I couldn't get you off my mind. I just wanted to see what had happened to you." Mrs. Darling smiled.
Suddenly, a girl stirred in the corner. Harry jumped. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She could have settled for the young Wendy's twin, besides the fact the she had red hair instead of brown.
Wendy smiled when she noticed Harry watching the girl. "Is-is that your daughter Wendy?" Harry asked gazing intently at the girl with flaming red hair.
Mrs. Darling laughed. "No Harry, that's my neighbor Ginny," she said. Harry smiled. Ginny. What a pretty name.
The girl named Ginny stirred, and then opened her eyes. She sat up, and her eyes fell upon Harry. For a moment Ginny just stared, but then she screamed, causing Ron to wake up.
"Bloody hell what's going o-," began Ron, but he froze as he too saw Harry. "Don't worry dears," said Mrs. Darling beaming at them, "I think it's time you meet Harry Potter."
Well how did you guys like it? Please please pleaseeeee review! Please?
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(Harry's point of view)
Harry was lying wide awake in his bed in the Lost Boys' secret hideout thinking. About Wendy. He could hear the soft snores of his fellow friends; oh how he envied them.
They had not a care in the world unlike he himself had. He was constantly worrying about fighting Captain Malfoy and his crew, especially Malfoy's son Draco, who would soon take over as captain.
Harry was the oldest, and leader of the Lost Boys. He felt that is was his job to protect the rest of them, which was why he, Harry was the one constantly lying awake at night, making sure he did not hear sounds of the pirates approaching their secret hideout.
At one point in his life, however, Harry had felt extremely happy. And that was because of a girl named Wendy. He could still hear her soothing laugh echoing in his ears.
Wendy had loved Harry, but one night when he had come to see her to take her to Neverland, she said no, and that she needed to grow up. That was the last time he ever saw her. Harry was left heartbroken, and hadn't smiled since the day that he lost Wendy.
Harry could hear the pleasant sounds of the birds and crickets, the Indians dancing, and the mermaids splashing in the water, but still he did not sleep. He could not get his mind off of Wendy.
Finally, Harry got out of bed and approached one of the Lost Boys. "Collin, Collin wake up," he said, gently shaking one of the boys. Collin slowly opened his eyes and stared up at Harry.
"Harry what are y-," he said, but Harry interrupted him. "Collin, I'm going to find Wendy," he said.
Collin sat up, and looked stupidly at Harry. "Bloody hell Harry, have you gone mad? It's the middle of the night! And besides, you haven't spoken about her in ages, so why now? In the middle of the night?! Wendy never came back Harry, she left us and she never came back."
Harry sighed. "I know, I know," he replied, "but even though I haven't mentioned her, I've thought about her. Constantly! Collin you don't understand! If I don't go and see her, then I WILL go mad! Just tell the boys I'll be back soon, and they're not to worry. Please Collin, please do that for me."
Collin yawned. "Alright, Harry, alright I'll do that. But they'll think you're bloody mad!" Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't care, just tell them I'll be back soon," and with that, he left the hideout, and headed to London.
On the way there, Collin's voice echoed through his head. Was he really mad? Well, if he was, he didn't care. He had to see Wendy, and see what happened to her.
How much older was she now? What if she moved out of her house and he could never ever find her again?! No, no, he would see her, she would be there; she'd be lying in her bed, with her beautiful brown locks spread across the pillow, and when he would come in through the window, she would smile at him, and say "Hello, Harry".
Harry would take her hand and she would laugh her wonderful laugh. He would lead her out the window to Neverland, and everything would be okay again.
Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed he had approached the window to Wendy's room.
But as he flew inside he did not see a beautiful girl with long brown locks sleeping in her bed. He saw an old woman with a familiar face and familiar eyes gaping at him.
"Harry?" she asked, looking shocked. Harry stared at her. "I beg your pardon mam, but who are you." A small tear slid down the woman's face.
"It's m-me, Harry. It's W-Wendy," Mrs. Darling croaked. "Wendy?" Harry gasped. The old woman nodded. He approached her rocking chair, and touched her face, and then her hair.
"How can it be you? What happened to you Wendy?" Harry asked. Another tear slid down the woman's face.
"I grew up Harry. I became older. I married, and had children, and now I have grand children," Wendy said, with a quivering voice.
Harry's eyes welted up with tears, but he held them in. "Wendy, I-I missed you so much. I was so upset when you didn't want to come back."
"I know, Harry, I know. As soon as you left I immediately regretted what I did. My parents, they were just so strict, and they told me I had to stop telling foolish stories and that I needed to grow up. But oh Harry I missed you when you went away. And you never came back, until now. Harry why didn't you ever come back?" said Mrs. Darling, with flowing tears pooring down her face.
Harry swallowed. "I didn't want to get hurt again Wendy. I was too upset to come back," he said, his voice cracking.
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," said Wendy. Harry smiled. "It's alright," he said, "I just had to come see you, because I couldn't get you off my mind. I just wanted to see what had happened to you." Mrs. Darling smiled.
Suddenly, a girl stirred in the corner. Harry jumped. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She could have settled for the young Wendy's twin, besides the fact the she had red hair instead of brown.
Wendy smiled when she noticed Harry watching the girl. "Is-is that your daughter Wendy?" Harry asked gazing intently at the girl with flaming red hair.
Mrs. Darling laughed. "No Harry, that's my neighbor Ginny," she said. Harry smiled. Ginny. What a pretty name.
The girl named Ginny stirred, and then opened her eyes. She sat up, and her eyes fell upon Harry. For a moment Ginny just stared, but then she screamed, causing Ron to wake up.
"Bloody hell what's going o-," began Ron, but he froze as he too saw Harry. "Don't worry dears," said Mrs. Darling beaming at them, "I think it's time you meet Harry Potter."
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