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Harry bent over the girl's body. He saw that she was still alive. Her breathing was shallow and staggered. She was clearly unconscious. Harry had wondered what she was. She was clearly a witch of some sort. He made a mental note to ask Hermione of the different kinds of witches. Harry quickly scanned over her body to see if she had a wand. Sure enough, she didn't. "How odd," Harry thought to himself, "A witch that doesn't need a wand to do magic. Very odd indeed."

Harry had noticed that some of her dark, brown hair was in her face. He pushed it behind her ear. She looked so peaceful lying there on the ground. She was so beautiful. Harry bent down close to her. Closer and closer Harry's face came to the girls. His lips were almost touching hers. His lips met hers, but only for a split second.

Mina's eyes shot open to see a pair of be-speckled green eyes looking deeply into her own eyes. She realized that the person's mouth was on her own. Slightly surprised, Mina moved her head away. The be-speckled eyes belonged to a boy that looked to be about Mina's age. He was rather tall and gangly with messy, jet-black hair covering up what looked like a scar on his forehead.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Mina asked rudely. The boy blushed at Mina's impertinence. "I'm sorry. I tripped," he replied. Mina propped herself up on her elbows. Mina started to feel a bit frightened. The wind picked up again.

"So, I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new?" the boy asked Mina.

"Yeah, I just moved in today," Mina replied coolly.

Mina and Harry stared at each other before Harry finally spoke. "I'm Harry by the way. Harry Potter," Harry said politely. He extended his hand.

"Mina. Just Mina," Mina replied shaking Harry's hand. Harry smiled at that. He figured that Mina would never talk to him.

"You really have a nice smile," Mina said to Harry. He chuckled when Mina said that.

"What? It's true and it's probably one of the few compliments that I'll give someone in my life."

"So cynical Mina. Why?"

"When the world is cynical, it's good to be cynical right back," Mina responded to Harry's question.

There was another moment of silence. It was a moment where silence was absolutely necessary to enjoy one's company. Harry and stealing glances at Mina. Mina would sometimes catch him and he'd look away. "So tell me," Mina said breaking the necessary silence, "who exactly is this guy that was trying to get me?"

Harry took awhile to recall who Mina was talking about. Then he remembered when he first saw her. How Dudley was going to beat her up of worse. "That's Dudley, my cousin, sadly," Harry returned unhappily.

Mina found this notion funny. "How are you related to him? You look nothing like him," Mina asked.

"His mother was my mother's sister."

"Then why don't you live with your parents instead of them?"

Harry looked sadly at the ground. "They died. In a car accident when I was only a baby," Harry replied somberly.

Mina gasped as soon as she heard that. "I'm so sorry," she said quickly. "I should have never asked. I can be really oblivious at times. My parents just died too. Except, they were in a plane crash and not a car crash. Still, that must really suck. I mean, I only met your cousin once and he seemed horrible to live with. I'm so sorry. I should shut up now."

Another moment of necessary silence took place. Only this time it was Mina who was stealing glances at Harry and Harry looking really hard at the ground. Another quick blast of wind came by and blew Mina's hair away from her face.

"Did you ever made anything happened when you were angry or sad?" Harry asked Mina.

Mina scooted over towards Harry. "What do you mean?"

"Like if you saw a really revolting sweater and you were forced to wear it the next day, and somehow it shrunk to fit a hand puppet."

"You mean like magic?"

"Yeah, exactly like magic."

"I don't think I have. When I'm really angry, I tend to blackout and I wake up to find that the room is completely destroyed," Mina replied honestly. Well, it was true. When Mina was about ten, she used to get picked on a lot. One day, she just lost it. She blacked out and awoke to find that no one would talk or even look at her. Her parents decided to move the family somewhere else then.

"Oh," Harry replied crestfallen.

"So where exactly do you live around here?" Mina asked trying to bring up Harry's spirits.

"I live at number 4 Privet Drive, you?"

"Number 7. Lucky 7."

"So can we be neighbors?"

"Yeah! Can we have secret meeting places and codenames as well?" Mina asked enthusiastically.

Harry laughed at Mina's enthusiasm and nodded. Mina, who was now sitting next to him, kissed him on the cheek. "C'mon, we'd better get home. I don't want whoever is looking after you now to worry that much," Harry said. He got up and offered a hand to help Mina up to see that she got up as well. They both walked back to Privet Drive.