Long Lost and Broken…

There she sat, on the rain-dampened walkway. It was the dead of night and the summer stars shone bright. Tears were streaming down her face as a cool breeze came to chill her. She was left alone to face the dangers of this dark night. Headphones attached to her ears and school bag filled with clothes and belongings, she sat on the corner of Private Drive. Low rumbles of cars from the highway were heard in the distance, but it was blared out by the loud rock music that played on her cd player. She looked up at the night sky and wished she'd die. Her life wasn't at all happy or joyful. All the kids in school ignored her, her mother hated her, and her father lived in another town. How she longed for her father to be here with her to take her away. The darkness was her only comfort in life. She did know someone else who was like her though. A boy everyone called unusual and he didn't have any friends either (that she knew of). She wanted to know what he looked like, and what he was doing now for fun (if he had any). She remembered hearing his name once from the kids at school. Harry Potter they called him. A shadowy figure came into her view. Her eyes widened with fear, not knowing whom it was. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a red pocketknife. She thanked herself that she sharpened it this morning. She got to her feet and backed up onto the walkway. When the figure came into view of the streetlamp, she was thankful it wasn't somebody who would recognize her, but became fearful of what he might do. A tall, gangly looking boy with jet-black hair that was as dark as the night sky around them came into view of the closest streetlamp to her. He finally noticed her and stopped where he was, also noticing the pocketknife. He put up his hands as a sign not to hurt him.

"Who are you and what do you want?" she asked as she took off her headphones.

"No one that would harm you and I'm just going for a walk," he replied in a deep soothing voice. She noticed that he was around her age, but had never seen him before. He wore large, round glasses and had a lightening blot scar on his forehead. She put the pocketknife away.

"I've never seen you before," she replied wrapping her headphones around her cd player.

"Well I'm not out that often," he replied. She wished he would talk more because no one had ever talked to her before now.

"My name's Siren. What's yours?" she asked hoping that he would continue talk.

"Harry Potter," he answered with a smile. Her heart had a sudden jolt. That's the boy that everyone talks about. "I like your name. Beautiful but alarm sounding," he continued. She laughed quietly. No one had ever said that anything was beautiful about her.

"Yeah well…that's what a siren does, doesn't it?" she replied with a smile. He laughed a bit. "So where do you live?" she continued.

"Well I don't live here. I only stay here for the summer holidays," he answered honestly.

"Oh, so you go to a private school?" she asked.

"You might say that," he smiled as his dark, green eyes glowed in the light. She laughed a bit and he did too. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. When she was wishing for death, a friend came to save her. She thanked the stars and God above for giving her this chance to talk to someone.

"So you have friends there?" she asked, curious to hear a little more about him.

"Yeah," he replied. She sat down on the walkway again.

"Oh," she replied while looking down the street. Harry came and sat next to her.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked wondering if he hurt her feelings somehow.

"No…it's just…I've never had any friends before," she replied trying to hold back the tears. "Everyone thinks I'm too unusual and they don't like to be around me," she continued, looking up at the night sky again. Silent tears started to fall down her face. Harry watched her with the feeling of sadness and pity.

"We're alike then," he replied, looking up at the night sky as well. She looked over at him confused. He looked back at her with those seducing eyes that put her in a bit of a trance. "I don't have all that many friends, but I'm considered famous in my world."

"Your world? Famous?" Siren laughed, wiping away the tears. "Do you use your imagination all that often?" she continued. Harry smiled at her.

"Yeah. I do."