Disclaimer: I hereby state that all the characters, creatures, spells, and whatnot found in J. K. Rowling's books belong to HER (not me). Though Meyla does belong to me, I made her...she is mine.
A/N: I'm sorry if this seems really short right now. I have the whole thing stored up in my head, it's just taking a while to write it all down.
Harry scrambled out of the swing to rub his writing away before whoever it was behind him saw it. He turned around while still crouching to look into the very pretty and utterly bewildered face of a most peculiar girl. She wore overall jeans and a white tank top with dark black hair cascading down her back under a little painter's hat. She was peculiar not just in her dress, but that she was talking to Harry Potter, the eccentric nephew of the Dursley's.
She smiled warmly at him and said in a cheerful voice, "I heard you talking to yourself while I walked by and thought you looked rather lonely. Do you have any friends here?"
She must've have mistaken Harry's sulking for loneliness, and Harry wasn't in the mood for anyone's pity. "I have friends at school," Harry replied gruffly.
"Oh, do you go to a nearby school or perhaps a boarding school, and that's why your friends can't be with you?" she continued pleasantly, seemingly unperturbed by Harry's gruff behavior.
"Errrr....yeah, I go to a boarding school," Harry replied, realizing she must not know who he was or else she'd know that he supposedly went to St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys and was to be avoided like the criminal he undoubtedly was.
"Wonderful!" She answered jubilantly, startling Harry, "Me too!" She then put a finger to her lips to ponder for a moment before talking again, "Perhaps, we should form a sort of truce to ensure an enjoyable summer. So, you want to be buddies for the summer?"
Harry was shocked at her brusque behavior, but as he had nothing better to entertain him with over the summer break he submitted. "Err...sure."
She smiled down at him and helped pull him up, "My name is Meyla Divnet." Harry wiped his dusty hands off on his trousers and hoped the dirt didn't show on his pants. "And you're Harry Potter...I heard you yell out your name earlier."
Harry looked down in embarrassment; he didn't think anyone had heard him.
"Well," she continued as though nothing was the matter with Harry, "We have lots to catch up on if we're going to be buddies, best get started." She sat down on the bottom of the bent up slide with her elbows on her knees and her hands under her chin looking at Harry smiling.
Harry smiled back. Though she was a bit odd, Harry felt he could learn to like her.
They spent the entire afternoon in the park talking about muggle things such as school friends, Privet Drive, where Meyla and her parents had traveled to, and a wide variety of complaints about Dudley from Harry.
Meyla laughed at the story of how Dudley had a giant snake set on him at the zoo and even more at the time Dobby dropped a bowl of pudding on a dinner guest's head. Harry couldn't have told her about any of the magic involved in these stories and had to change bits here and there to have it make sense with the muggle world, but Meyla still found all Harry's stories enjoyable nevertheless.
Meyla laughed at everything. She was a bubble of positive energy exploding into laughter every ten seconds. Not only that, but her laughter was contagious, pushing all depressing thoughts of death and Dark Lords out of the way.
They set back home around dinner, parting ways between Number four and Number five. Of course, she had to be one of Harry's new neighbors, because how could anyone from normal, boring Privet Drive be so unusually interesting.