Chapter 5 Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

He couldn't take it anymore in this place. He wanted to see his friends, and although he wasn't sure if he would have told them anything about his latest dreams, he was sure he would feel a lot better. It was hard to stay away from Hogwarts during the summer every year, but now it seemed unbearable. The Dursley seemed more and more like strangers to him with each passing day. He was starting to doubt if the spell Dumbledore had told him about was still working, as he would by no means call this place home.

He got out of bed and went down the stairs and out the door. He never wanted to see them again, and although he still lived in the same house he was going to do as much on his part to accomplish this. He walked down and up the alleys; it passed some time, until he realized that Aunt Marge's dog was following every step he made. This brought back all the strange happenings of yesterday to his mind. That girl. That girl, that was the same one to haunt his nights as well, although in a strangely different form.

They say that I must learn to kill before I can feel safe/ But I I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave/ Sometimes I feel like going down I'm so disconnected/ Somehow I know that I am hunted to being wanted.

How could it be that every time he was thinking of her she was there just around the corner, singing one of her little depressing songs? She was sitting in one of the few still usable swings left in the children's park by Dudley's gang. And she looked so down that he for one moment seemed to forget about all his worries and just wanted to comfort her as best he could. But he knew he wasn't good at this.

'A morning person, are you?' he asked out of nowhere.

She lifted her head quickly and he was expecting her to be scared; he wasn't expecting her to look straight into his eyes as if using Legilimency on him. The moment his eyes locked with hers, his scar burned with a force he had not felt since that awful day at the ministry. Then her stare melted somehow, so did the pain in Harry's forehead.

'Early bird, are you? I see you've brought the dog with you. You're getting a lot better together.' She greeted him.

'I don't know what you told this dog, but he turned into my shadow. You made Hedwig jealous.' He said.

'Hedwig ?' she questioned.

'My...' how could he tell her that he had a pet owl? it wasn't the usual animal to keep in a cage, and by the sounds she always made she wasn't thinking that either... 'my pet owl?'

'Owls are considered to be very smart birds. Are they really?' Was all she asked. Every thing she did, every thing she said, made Harry think she was coming from a totally different world all together.

'Yes they are.' He answered sheepishly.

'Why are you out this early?' she asked.

'I could ask you the same thing.' He retorted. 'But if you really want to know. I had a bad dream.'

She smiled at him 'Something like that.' she just said, and than looked out at the rows of freaking identical houses. He could tell she was on the verge of crying, but he didn't know what to do or to say. Was this the effect he was to have on every pretty girl he met? He thought, thinking of Cho.

He sat in front of her on the damp grass. Something about her kept drawing him closer. When she looked at him again that sad look had passed. She was almost smiling.

'How about you come over to my place for breakfast?' she offered.

'That would be great, but won't your folks be a little suspicious about me there?' He asked.

'Nonsense, almost every day if I could I would have someone at my house for at least one meal, or I would be out at someone, it will just seam normal.' Now that she had done that, she got up and was almost bouncing around. Harry got up himself and followed her. They didn't exchanged a word on the way to her hose. She was singing again: Su-per-cal-i-frag-il-is-tic-ex-pi-al-i-do-cious !

Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious

If you say it loud enough, you'll always sound precocious

Su-per-cal-i-frag-il-is-tic-ex-pi-al-i-do-cious ! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

She was just the strangest girl he had ever seen, Harry thought. One moment she looked like her world was coming to an end and the next she was bouncing up and down singing some silly refrain. She was chaos. The moment he thought this he almost dropped on the spot. That was the exact thing she had said to Voldemort in his dream. Something was terribly wrong about all this.