"Harry."

"Yeah?"

"There's something I need to tell you."

"What?" Harry asked getting up from his laid down position. It had been hours since they had eaten breakfast.

"Last night, I had a dream. I've been having the same dream every night for a week now," Siren said as she continued to lie in the grass.

"Oh yeah? What was it?" Harry asked looking down at her.

"It was this little girl and she looks about 6 years old. She tells me to come and play with her. So I follow her as she giggles and runs through tall grass. Then all of a sudden, the whole field turns icy. It hurts to draw in breath because I feel as though I'll never be happy again. Then a black hooded man (or something) comes along. He had scabby, long hands. He reaches out for the little girl and grabs her by the throat. I'm in such shock that I can't do anything. He draws in this breath that sounds as though it's rattling in his body. She screams, passes out, and then I wake up. Does that sound weird to you?"

Harry's eyes had gotten wide with shock himself. "You've been having this dream?"

"Yep," Siren said as though it were no big deal. "Is that normal?"

Harry didn't know what to do. She's dreaming about dementors, he thought to himself. How could a muggle be dreaming about dementors when they don't even know they exist. They can't even see them, he continued to think.

"Harry?" Siren asked. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah," Harry replied, snapping back into reality. "Say Siren, have you ever heard of a dementor before?"

Siren stared with huge eyes. She didn't know how to respond. "A what?"

"Never mind," Harry said feeling stupid. He should've known that she wouldn't know what a dementor was. Siren knew by the look on his face that he was feeling rather foolish, so she didn't question him more on the matter.

She just stared up at the summer's sun and enjoyed its rays beaming down on her. Then reality hit her again. She had never been in love before and didn't know what it felt like, but she felt extremely different around Harry. She felt as though she were important and liked that feeling. Harry lied back down beside her and put his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and let the sun warm his face. Siren turned towards him and just gazed at him. She knew him only a little bit and she was in love with him. She knew he didn't have the same feelings towards her, but it would take some time. She realized that she was still in her clothes from yesterday. She was desperate to change or put some perfume on or something to smell better.

"I'll be right back," she said getting up and walking over to her bag. Harry sat upright and looked over at her.

"Where are you going?" he asked curiously. There was nowhere else to go unless she wanted to go home.

"I need to change," she said picking up her bag. "I'm going to change in those woods over there. Hopefully no one will have a clear view of my hiding spot."

Siren smiled before walking over to the woods in back of the park. Harry lied down again, after watching her go into the woods, in order to give her some privacy. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, even if she was dressed in all black and wore baggy clothes. Her clean, black hair shined in the sun when she walked away. He wanted to put his hands through it, but stopped his feelings. I barely even knew her. She'd probably freak out if I put my hands into her hair. We just met yesterday. It hasn't even been a full day yet, he thought. After a few minutes, he heard her coming back so he sat up. His eyes widened at the sight of her. She looked as though she were a whole new person and looked thinner without the baggy clothes. She wore short denim shorts with a black tank top underneath a corset. As he could already tell, she was as pale as a ghost and wasn't all that tall. She sat down next to him after putting her bag back on the "miniature merry-go-round". Her perfume filled his nose with an essence of lilacs. He wished he could've put his head next to her neck and just smelled it, but he knew that wouldn't be good. I just met her, he kept telling himself. She looked at him, with her purple eyes glowing in the sun, and smiled. She knew she did something right. He was looking at her differently from before. I just hope it's a good look and not a bad one, she thought to herself.

"Harry," she said, tired of the silence. "Tell me more about yourself. I want to hear more about you since I've been talking your ear off for most of the time," she requested. Harry looked up at the sky for a minute without speaking. Then he spoke quietly.

"Ok…well, I've been going to a private school since I was eleven. My cousin Dudley bullied me for years until I was accepted at the school. At the school, I'm known as the boy who lived."

"Why the boy who lived?" Siren asked curiously.

"Because this man murdered my parents and he couldn't kill me," Harry replied honestly. Siren nodded with sympathy in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," she said, starting to feel horrible. Harry just smiled.

"Thanks," he said. "I've been battling that man who killed my parents for 4 years out of the 5 I've been going. My third year, I met my godfather. He had been convicted of a murder he didn't commit."

"That's horrible," Siren supported.

"Yeah," Harry continued. "I thought he was out to kill me, but he was looking for the man who told Lord Vol…"

"Lord Vol?" Siren asked. Harry had completely forgotten he was talking to a muggle and that she had no idea who Lord Voldemort was.

"Lord Voldemort, the man who killed my parents," Harry said. "Well the man who told Lord Voldemort about my parent's house used to be a friend of theirs. So naturally my godfather, who was my dad's best friend, approached him. But the man blew himself up when my godfather reached him."

"A suicide bomber?" Siren asked with wide eyes. She had never really dealt with things like that and had become sad when she heard such things were happening in the world.

"Sort of," Harry replied. "But he really didn't. So my godfather was convicted of the murder."

Surprisingly to Harry, Siren was taking this all in and understood everything he was talking about. Then she thought about his parents.

"What did they look like?" she asked.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Your parents."

Harry just smiled. It was better for him to explain to someone that he looked just like his dad and had his mother's eyes, instead of everyone telling him that. He explained everything he could about them. Then he took out a picture that he had of them. They were dancing in a park while fall leaves were falling down. Siren's eyes widened.

"The picture is moving!" she said excitedly pointing at his moving parents. "I wish I could have a moving picture."

Harry smiled again.

"Oh your dad does look just like you," Siren said pointing towards the man. "Your mom is so pretty," she added. Siren just wanted to fall into the picture and take in the beauty of the park and the leaves. She could see herself in his mother's position and Harry in his dad's.

"Thanks," Harry said, putting the picture away. He was thankful that Siren was so oblivious to the fact that he was a wizard and there was a whole other world besides this one, filled with magic. Harry glanced over at her bag and noticed that she wrote the word "Majik" in whiteout pen.

"You spelled magic wrong you know," he said with a smile on his face. Siren didn't know what he meant at first, but then realized what he was talking about.

"Oh. Yeah…I like spelling it that way," she admitted. "It reminds me of the Salem witches over in Massachusetts. I used to live over in Mass, so that's why I don't have a British accent. I have a Bostonian," she stated proudly. Harry's heart had a sudden jolt. When she said witches, it was almost as if she knew his world already. "Speaking of witches," she said remembering something. "Have you ever heard of the school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

Harry heart had another jolt, but this time it was bigger. She's heard of Hogwarts, he thought. Could this be real? "Yes," Harry admitted.

"Really? Did you get a letter too?" Siren asked excitedly. "My parents tried to throw it away and said it was rubbish, but I've always held onto it. It's like a keepsake to me," she said as she went over to her bag and carried it back to where she was sitting. She opened it up and began searching inside of it. Harry peered over her shoulder to see a mass of clothes, some tarot cards, a photo album, and other junk, including a stuffed animal.

"How can you keep all this stuff in there?" Harry asked surprised thinking the bag would explode any minute. Siren suddenly pulled a letter out of her bag. Harry recognized it instantly. The letter he got every year from Hogwarts, the same green ink that Professor McGonagall used. The name Siren was on it, but the last name was smudged out. Harry was about to ask her about it, but she began talking again.

"I've always wanted to study magic, but I've never been able to," she admitted as she stared up at the sun and made her purple eyes shine.

Harry had noticed them before, but never took in its beauty. He had a crush on Cho before, but she never made him feel the way he was feeling towards Siren. He felt as though he could drown in her eyes and be embraced with love and desire. He was about to put his hand on hers when he heard something familiar, the sound of an old baseball card slapping rapidly against the spokes of a bike wheel. Siren had heard it too and was looking back down towards the gates of the park. Dudley and his friends were coming up on their bikes. They had noticed two kids in there so they wanted to try and beat them up. Siren looked over at them and leaned closer to Harry.

"Is that Dudley?" she whispered. Harry nodded. "What does he want do you think?"

"Probably come to bother us," Harry said calmly but in a loathing voice.

"Will he hurt you?" Siren asked.

"Most likely," Harry replied shrugging it off. Siren grabbed his hand. Her hand was so smooth like babies skin compared to his rough sandpaper feeling ones. He wished Dudley wasn't here to ruin this moment that they could of have had, but he was thankful he was here because Siren wouldn't have held his hand if it weren't for him.

"I don't want them to hurt you," she said holding Harry's hand tighter. "I won't let them."

"You don't have to do anything," Harry said as Dudley and his friends got off their bikes and were headed their way. Harry stood up and Siren followed him. Harry looked back at her as she smiled.

"I'm not leaving your side," she whispered. Harry smiled before turning back to Dudley who was walking straight towards him.

"Oh look, Potter's got a girlfriend," Dudley said loud enough for his friends to hear. Harry felt as though he were dealing with Malfoy from school again. Malfoy had claimed that Ginny, Ron's younger sister, was his girlfriend when she stuck up for him before. Siren moved behind Harry more and watched over his shoulder. Dudley stopped right in front of Harry.

"Hello Dud," Harry said. "Or should I say little Diddy-kins?"

"Shut up," Dudley gritted between his teeth. "Dad's mad at you. When you get home, he's going to lock you in your room again."

"I'm not going back home, not yet anyways," Harry replied, not fearing Dudley's little threats.

"Why?" Dudley asked. "Because you have a girlfriend now?" Dudley and his friends laughed. Dudley reached behind Harry and grabbed Siren by the hair. She yelled in pain as he pulled her back over towards him. Harry tried to reach for her, but Dudley threw her back towards his friends. She fell to the ground and his friends ran over and picked her up. They held her back as she tried to get back to Harry.

"Leave her alone," Harry said, becoming extremely angry.

"Why?" Dudley asked. He looked back over at her. "Hey, I recognize you!" Dudley shouted at her. "You're that freak from down the street."

"Really? I didn't think you could recognize me through your pig-like eyes," she yelled back. "I could recognize you in the middle of London, you fat, evil PIG!"

Dudley's eyes widened in madness as his friends tried pulling her away from the park.

"Harry!" she screamed. The boys were pulling so hard against her and she was fighting back harder. There was a sudden, loud pop, and Siren screamed in pain. They pulled her elbows out of their sockets.

Harry tried to run over to her, but Dudley punched him down to the ground, knocking off his glasses. Siren cried in pain as Dudley's friends backed away from her. She took her elbows and popped them back into place, crying tears of pain. Harry was feeling around for his glasses when Dudley kicked him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He was gasping for breathing but getting none. He felt as though he was going to die. It all happened so fast. Siren stood up and screamed at Dudley, Dudley yelled back at her, and then Dudley flew back 20 feet in the air. Harry suddenly remembered that Siren was a witch. A breeze began to pick up and the clouds were darkening a coal black. Dudley and his friends ran back to their bikes and rode away fast. Siren ran over to Harry and helped him up as Dudley swore at her.

"Piss off," she yelled back as she gave Harry his glasses back and wiped the blood away with a tissue she had in her pocket. "You alright?" she asked him, cleaning up the blood under his nose.

"Yeah," he said, getting his breath back. "Fine, I'm fine. Are you ok?" he asked but he didn't wait for the answer. "Siren, you know you're a witch right?"

Siren just stared. "No," she said slowly. "I know I was accepted at a witch and wizard school, but I didn't think I was one."

"You are one. You know how Dudley just flew back 20 feet?" Harry asked. Siren nodded. "That's because you were angry. When a witch or wizard gets mad or scared, they can do things without a wand, and you did just that. You're a witch!"

Siren just stared. "How do you know so much about that?" she asked.

"I'm a wizard, Siren," Harry said. "I've been going to Hogwarts."

"Oh so that's the private school you were talking about!" she said, finally understanding.

"What's your last name?" Harry asked curiously because of the letter she got.

"My real one or my adopted one?" she asked. Harry just stared.

"You're adopted?" he asked. Siren nodded.

"Yep."

"What's your real one?"

"Riddle," Siren said easily. The sound of it made Harry's heart drop in his chest on the spot. She's related to Voldemort, he thought. The thought of her being a relative of his enemy made him want to tear his hair out.

"Do you know who you're related to?" he asked, wondering if she knew she was related to Voldemort and didn't really know it was him.

"Well yeah," she said. "I've got my family tree with me, if you want to see it."

Siren went into her bag and took out an old parchment. She handed it to Harry. He opened it up and gazed at all the names.

"Harry, why are you so concerned about my family? Will you hate me if I'm related to someone you hate?" she asked as Harry found the name Tom Marvolo Riddle near the middle and her name right below his.

He didn't answer her. Instead, he gave the paper back to Siren and walked over to the swings. He sat down on one of them and stared at the sand beneath his feet. Siren put the family tree in her bag and tried to hold back the tears. He hates me now, she thought. My only friend hates me because of my family. She began to cry and the rain began to fall hard. Harry got up and ran to the trees by the edge of the park while Siren screamed aloud.

"Why do I have to be punished like this?" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Harry just stared at her, not knowing what she was talking about. Siren stood up and looked at the sky. "Come on," she screamed. "Answer me!"

"Siren!" Harry yelled to her from under a tree. "Come under here! You don't have to get wet!"

"I brought the rain Harry," she replied softly, looking over at him. "Every time I cry, it rains."

Harry just stared at her. She looked back up at the sky and let the rain soak her as she cried. After awhile she began to talk again.

"You don't know what it's like, Harry," she screamed. Harry came out from the tree and started walking over to her. "Tormented by the thoughts of suicide and death, dreams of innocent people being slaughtered like animals, letters from strangers telling me to kill everyone in my path because my father would've done so. It's not right! It's not fair! What did I do to deserve this?"

Harry stopped right in front of her. He knew she was a relative of Voldemort, but he didn't honestly care right now. Her goodness blew out all of the bad blood in her.

"Now I don't care if you run away from me, and shun me for the rest of your life, but you should know something," Siren started. "I love you, Harry Potter. I don't know how I could fall in love in less than a day, but somehow it happened."

Harry was shocked to hear this. She confessed her love to him. He stood there in shock, not knowing what to say back.

"Go on," Siren yelled. "Run away! Tell everyone on the street, tell your aunt and uncle, tell your friends at Hogwarts!"

Harry stood where he was and knew what he was going to do.

"Well do something!" Siren yelled. Harry smiled before he put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Siren didn't know what he was thinking, but knew that he must've felt something for her. Harry moved in closer to her cold, wet lips. She could feel his warm breath upon her dampened skin. She put her arms around his neck as he kissed her. Her first kiss ever. After their lips parted, Siren cried with joy. She looked into Harry's green eyes for a minute before hugging him tight around his neck. He hugged her back.

"I love you too, Siren Riddle," he whispered in her ear. More unnoticeable tears came to her face as the rain poured on.