"Siren…oh Siren…Come and play with me," the young blonde haired girl playfully ran. Her hair was all the way down to the bottom of her back. "Come and play…" the little girl called in a dreamlike voice as Siren followed after her. There was a scabby hand reaching out of nowhere that was attached to a black, hooded cloak. The young girl suddenly screamed, and collapsed on the ground, motionless.
Siren woke up in a cold sweat. Who was that girl that she kept dreaming about? Every night she would have the same dream over and over again. Following the girl throughout the tall grass before it all turned to ice…Cold, emotionless ice. It seemed as though she would never be happy again in the meadow of horror. The meadow of horror…she thought. I could make that into a book. Suddenly she heard a pan slamming to the ground and a man's voice yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Potter!" the man shrieked. Siren's eyes went wide with fear. What if he got in trouble and they found me? She thought to herself. I'd better get out of here. Quietly, she got her stuff together and shoved them into her bag. Before she got ready to leave, she peered into the window. There were antiques and a china cabinet that were surrounded by pictures of a fat blonde haired boy. He looked almost like a pig. And then she recognized him. That's Dudley from my old school, she remembered. He's a relative of Harry? Suddenly she heard someone running her way. She ducked from the window and tried to hide herself in the bushes. The footsteps slowed down and stopped right in front of her.
"Siren! Siren come out here!" Harry's voice whispered. Siren immediately came out of the bush with all of her things. She saw that he had gotten her a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast with a fork to eat the eggs with.
"Where did you get this?" she asked.
"I stole it from my uncle Vernon," Harry replied hurriedly. "But we gotta leave fast because he's pissed," he added. Siren stared with wide eyes at him.
"You stole this for me?" she asked surprised.
"Yeah," he replied. "But we gotta hurry. Follow me," he held her wrist and led her away from the house. They ran down to the park that they were at the night before. It looked so different without the night's blanket covering its true identity. Siren panted a bit because the weight of her bag made it harder for her to run and because she could barely keep up with Harry, who had long legs. Harry put the plate down, on what Siren called the "miniature merry-go-round", and sat next to it. Siren followed him and sat on the other side of the plate. She took off her bag and placed it on the other side of her. She looked down at the plate and felt really guilty that Harry might be severely punished for taking this food when he wasn't supposed to. The least she could do was let him eat it.
"Go on," she said pushing the plate towards him. "You eat it. You might as well enjoy what you stole."
"I got it for you," Harry replied innocently. He pushed the plate back over towards her. "Anyways, I'm not hungry."
Siren knew he was lying but played his game. "Alright," she said. "I'll eat the egg and one piece of bacon if you have the two pieces of toast and the other piece of bacon."
Harry couldn't refuse her. The way she said it made him feel as though he couldn't refuse. "Alright. As long as you eat the egg," he said with a smile. She smiled and picked up the fork.
"To our feast!" she said holding up a piece of the egg.
"To our feast," Harry repeated holding up a piece of toast.
