DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. A/N: I hope you enjoy this story of two souls whose hearts are about to be set free.
CHAPTER ONE
Liv slumped down on her bed in her new and completely empty bedroom on Number Six, Privet Drive. It was late June and her family had just recently moved to Little Whinging because her father was offered a higher paying job at a local drill production company. Liv couldn't believe she left all of her friends in the wonderful city of London to come to this sleepy little town which didn't look very promising at all. The only things in her new room so far were her bare bed, her beloved turntable, and her acoustic guitar. Liv was a lanky teenage girl of the age of sixteen and she was also seen as very peculiar by everyone else. Her long, wavy brown hair flowed to the small of her back and her eyes were deep brown (almost black) in color. Currently, the only thing she could think about was her deepening since of depression over the new change of scenery and her feeling of being utterly lost.
"Liv, darling, come and help move things!" yelled a patient voice from downstairs. It was her father, whom she loved very much as he was the only family she had left besides her baby sister Briana.
"Coming, Dad," she called and began to jog down the carpeted stairs to the beautiful living room in her new house.
For the rest of the night she helped her father carry stuff back and forth from his pick-up truck to the house. By the time they had got everything unloaded she couldn't help but feeling like a pack-mule. The house was in a state of disarray and the quiet, bare living room turned into a scene of chaos as she tried to zig-zag through all of their belongings.
"Dad, do you think we're going to like this little place?" said Liv to her father.
"It's quite a change from London, I know, but I think you'll like living here," said her father as she wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. "The neighborhood looks friendly, we actually have a place to put a garden in the back (unlike the old apartment), and there isn't as much pollution as the city. Cheer up, Pumpkin, you'll like it here."
Liv nodded, grabbed a blanket out of one of the boxes at her feet, and kissed her father good-night. Once she got into her bedroom she found that she wasn't tired at all and stepped out into the balcony. Everything was quiet seeing as how it was 1:00 in the morning and all the windows were dark except for one. The window of the neighboring house facing right at her balcony was illuminated and she could see the figure of a person, a boy, pacing back and forth.
"I wonder why he's pacing," whispered Liv to herself as she went back inside of her room to retrieve her guitar.
She sat down Indian-style on the white-washed wood balcony and began strumming and humming in an attempt to relax herself and coax herself to sleep. Little did she know the raven-haired boy in the neighboring house stopped pacing and listened to her peaceful ballad until he finally drifted into the most relaxing night of sleep he's had in two years. Liv herself also fell into an uneventful sleep right there on the deck with her guitar in hand.
CHAPTER ONE
Liv slumped down on her bed in her new and completely empty bedroom on Number Six, Privet Drive. It was late June and her family had just recently moved to Little Whinging because her father was offered a higher paying job at a local drill production company. Liv couldn't believe she left all of her friends in the wonderful city of London to come to this sleepy little town which didn't look very promising at all. The only things in her new room so far were her bare bed, her beloved turntable, and her acoustic guitar. Liv was a lanky teenage girl of the age of sixteen and she was also seen as very peculiar by everyone else. Her long, wavy brown hair flowed to the small of her back and her eyes were deep brown (almost black) in color. Currently, the only thing she could think about was her deepening since of depression over the new change of scenery and her feeling of being utterly lost.
"Liv, darling, come and help move things!" yelled a patient voice from downstairs. It was her father, whom she loved very much as he was the only family she had left besides her baby sister Briana.
"Coming, Dad," she called and began to jog down the carpeted stairs to the beautiful living room in her new house.
For the rest of the night she helped her father carry stuff back and forth from his pick-up truck to the house. By the time they had got everything unloaded she couldn't help but feeling like a pack-mule. The house was in a state of disarray and the quiet, bare living room turned into a scene of chaos as she tried to zig-zag through all of their belongings.
"Dad, do you think we're going to like this little place?" said Liv to her father.
"It's quite a change from London, I know, but I think you'll like living here," said her father as she wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. "The neighborhood looks friendly, we actually have a place to put a garden in the back (unlike the old apartment), and there isn't as much pollution as the city. Cheer up, Pumpkin, you'll like it here."
Liv nodded, grabbed a blanket out of one of the boxes at her feet, and kissed her father good-night. Once she got into her bedroom she found that she wasn't tired at all and stepped out into the balcony. Everything was quiet seeing as how it was 1:00 in the morning and all the windows were dark except for one. The window of the neighboring house facing right at her balcony was illuminated and she could see the figure of a person, a boy, pacing back and forth.
"I wonder why he's pacing," whispered Liv to herself as she went back inside of her room to retrieve her guitar.
She sat down Indian-style on the white-washed wood balcony and began strumming and humming in an attempt to relax herself and coax herself to sleep. Little did she know the raven-haired boy in the neighboring house stopped pacing and listened to her peaceful ballad until he finally drifted into the most relaxing night of sleep he's had in two years. Liv herself also fell into an uneventful sleep right there on the deck with her guitar in hand.