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Bold is Ally

Italics are Harry

Chapter Five: The Little Boy

You seem sick, are you all right?

I'm fine. How is the Caligrafrication Homework coming along?

Ally glared at the book that laid beside her on the desk. It was a complicated subject that confused the hell out of her unless she had her other books with her, but it was an American subject that Headmaster Dornshyf wanted her to take this year. It combined many ancient and modern languages with history and taught students advanced and complicated spells and incantations. It was like taking more advanced aspects of most classes at Hogwarts, combining them into one class, and having a larger workload. While it had spells that could be deadly, it was mostly used for researching and connecting to a different plain of life. Talking to invisible ghosts mostly and putting puzzles together. It was for gifted people and Ally just happened to be 'gifted.'

She sighed and wrote quickly back on the piece of paper and connected it to Ollie, who flew across the yard and landed beside Harry.

Fine. You should take the class too.

Harry laughed and scribbled back down on the piece of paper and watched as Ollie flew back to Ally. Harry couldn't imagine himself taking the class and cringed at the thought.

Harry watched as Ally laughed at his reply of him rather eating a large pile of troll dung then being caught even walking by that class. Ollie came back with her reply and Harry sighed heavily.

Seriously Harry, what is wrong?

Harry knew Ally wouldn't give up and finally told her what was bothering him. He was only hungry and that was it. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia took the food off of Harry's plate to feed to Dudley. Harry didn't understand why. Dudley could barely fit in the dining room chairs, why did they need to feed him more?

All Harry knew was that they wanted to make his life a living hell before he finally left them. It was as if they were telling him not to return to their house. They didn't have to worry, he was NEVER going to return to the Hell he was forced to live in for most of his life.

Ally held up a finger when she received Harry's reply of being hungry and disappeared through her bedroom door. Ten minutes later she reemerged from her door carrying a basket. Ollie took the handle in his claws and flew to Harry. A piece of cloth was placed over the basket and when Harry pulled it back, he smiled happily at what he saw.

A plate held some chicken, bread, potatoes, green beans, two cookies, and a large bottle of milk. Harry opened the note that was attached and laughed.

I don't know what you like to eat, so I'm giving you leftovers. I hope you're not a vegetarian. Is this enough?

Yes. Thank you. I don't know how I'm going to repay you.

No problem. But I have to go, Aunt Davila is calling me. Goodnight Harry, sweet dreams.

With that Ally stepped out of her room and disappeared from site. Ollie hooted up at Harry and Harry patted him on his head.

"Well. I guess it's just you and me." Said Harry. Ollie hooted and jumped onto Harry's head and pecked at his hair.

Ally made her way through the back door of her house and into the backyard the very next day. She had spotted Harry in the Dursley's backyard from her bedroom window and noticed that the Dursley's weren't there, so she thought she'd pay him a little visit. The previous day, Ally had remembered spotting a loose board in the fence separating the two yards. As she made her way between the small garden and the flower patch, Ally spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and spotted.

She turned her head to the right and didn't notice anything peculiar in the flowers and vines and slowly began to walk again. After a few steps, Ally heard a twig snap and turned quickly to her left and noticed a small face peering at her from the tangle of rose vines. Ally stepped closer and noticed that it was a little boy with sandy blonde hair and the most beautiful, yet haunting, black and silver eyes she had ever seen.

"Hello." She said gently, stepping further into the vines. The boy backed up and deeper into the vines. "I'm not going to hurt you. Are you lost?"

The boy still didn't answer her and just stared blankly at her. Ally squatted down and held out her hand to him.

"Come out of there. I'll help you find your way home." Said Ally. The boy studied her hand like a predator stalking prey. The boy seemed to sniff the air around it and when Ally stepped forward, the boy backed quickly away and growled up at her. Ally looked at him in surprise and it was then that Ally noticed the greenish tint to his skin and the fangs the boy possessed. Ally gasped and fell backwards over some vines, the thrones cutting her leg.

The boy advanced on her, crawling through the vines and towards her. Blood trickled from Ally's newly opened wound and the boy seemed to be attracted to it.

Ally began to panic, but it only fed the boy's hunger for her blood. Ally closed her eyes and began to speak quietly.

'Spirits of light protect me from the dark. Keep the darkness away from my heart. Still my heart and stop my pain. Spirits of light let this hell go away.' Ally whispered the prayer her mother had taught her years ago to protect herself for her nightmares. The simple prayer had worked for Ally when she was younger, but the nightmares she had been having recently were not scared away by it.

Ally heard her name being called and when she opened her eyes, the boy was gone, and Ally was alone on the ground.

"Ally!" Came the voice again. Ally struggled to get up and walked over to the fence, ignoring the pain that shot up her leg.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I thought it was you." Came Harry's voice. Ally smiled and began to walk down the length of the fence. "Are you alright? I heard some noises."

"I'm fine." Said Ally. "Wait there. I'll be there in a second." Ally spotted the loose board behind a tall bush and pushed her way through the branches and slid into his backyard. "Hey."

"Hey." Harry said, walking up to Ally.

"It's wonderful to speak to you face to face." Said Ally with a wide smile.

"I know. I've been anticipating this moment." He said. He stared down and noticed the wound on her leg and motioned towards it. "What happened?"

"I feel over some vines and was cut by some thrones. I'm fine though." She said. Harry shook his head and began to back away.

"Hold on. I'll be right back. Sit down." He said, motioning to a bench, then turning, and running into the Dursley's. Ally sat down and waited a few minutes before Harry returned with a first aid kit and knelt down before her. "Leg up." He said. He took her leg and began to clean it as Ally began to talk.

"My Aunt was wondering if you wanted to come over to our house tomorrow for a party." Ally said, watching as he cleaned her wound and began to put band-aids on it.

"Really?" He asked. When he finished, he sat back and watched as she checked out his work.

"Thanks."

"No problem." He said. "Really? She wants me to go?"

"Yeah." Said Ally with a smile.

"And do you?"

"Of course I do! I'd be bored otherwise." Ally stated with a laugh.

"Ally!" Came Davila's voice. Ally shot up and made her way to the loose board.

"Be there at seven exactly. Come through the back." Said Ally. She disappeared behind the board leaving Harry to himself. Harry jumped into the air and shouted at the top of his lungs, but stopped when he heard giggling. He looked back over at the loose board and noticed Ally standing there.

"Oh." He said. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Ally said with a laugh. "Don't forget, seven. Wear a nice shirt and a pair of pants. Davila wants you to make a 'good' impression."

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