Harry sat on the swing set in the park, completely absorbed in thought. He was playing over and over the last few hours before Sirius had di – no – gone through that curtain. How could he have acted differently to change what had happened? "Well, for a start, not blindly rushing in and actually stopping to think for once might have helped. I spose I'd better just face it," he thought,"people who get close to me end up getting hurt. First my parents, now Sirius. What if -" Harry's train of thought was abruptly de-railed at that point by the sudden appearance of a rather short girl with brilliant gold hair dashing past him and scrambling up a tree. Before Harry could call out to her to find out what was going on, he got his answer. Dudley and most of his gang came huffing from the same direction.
"You!" Dudley had been like this all three of the agonizing months he'd spent at the Dursley's. He would ignore Harry completely until he needed something from him, at which point he would act as if he'd been mortally insulted. "Where'd she go!"
"Who?" Harry wasn't confused for a second, but he'd be damned if he'd help Dudley get yet another victim.
"Don't piss me around, you freak! Tell me where that weird bitch went, or I'll pummel you into the ground!" But Harry had a plan. Putting on a purposely fake-looking expression of defeat, he gloomily pointed out the exact direction of her hiding place. Dudley went to go that way, but stopped. "Wait," he said, his piggy eyes narrowing in suspicion. "I bet you're trying to trick me." Harry tried his best to look annoyed and defeated. "How dumb do you think I am?"
"Obviously dumb enough to fall for that." Harry muttered under his breath as Dudley and his troop stomped off through the undergrowth.
After about a minute had passed, Harry got shouted at again, only this time it was coming from up a tree. "What the hell is wrong with you! Why did you tell him where I was!"
"I figured since he'd never believe me whatever I said, so I might as well make sure he'd go the wrong way."
"Oh. Well I suppose that makes sense." She conceded as she began cautiously climbing down from her hiding place.
"You alright getting down?" Harry enquired.
"Yes. I'm perfectly alright getting down thank you. I'm not completely incompetent." No sooner had she said that, there was a yell and a thud. She'd fallen out of the tree. She sighed. "Typical."
"You hurt?" he asked, hurrying over.
"Just my dignity and my backside. The ground broke my fall quite nicely." Harry offered her a hand. "Thanks," she said as he helped her to her feet. Shaking the hand he used to pull her up, she introduced herself. "I'm Morgan."
"Harry." Suddenly she gasped, glancing at her watch.
"Crap! It's getting late! I'd better go or my mum'll start to worry about me. I'll see you round!" She called, turning away.
"Bye." Harry said rather baffled as he watched her hurry off through the park. Realising the time himself, he headed back to the Dursley's to start packing.
A/N: I know it's a really short chapter, but hey, I'm too lazy to change it. R R if thou wouldst please(th)
