The Breeze

Harry was sitting on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had finished his potions homework. Finally. Between the actual assignment and hiding the work from the Dursleys he had hardly had time to do it. A light breeze passed through the room. Harry looked over at the window, it was closed. Strange, thought Harry, this had happened several times over the summer. Harry thought he heard music coming from outside. He stared at the window, as if that would help. Eventually, he got off his bed and walked to the window. He opened the window and looked to the left, nothing unusual. Then he looked to the right. Down the street he could vaguely make out a group of people crowding around… something. Harry had pretty much been cooped up all summer, the Dursleys were, afraid, to some extent of him. They had locked him in his room. Harry walked down to the end of his bed and started rummaging through his trunk for the key pick set that Fred and George had given him. After finding a few pairs of socks from Dobby, he came across the item. The Dursleys were gone for the afternoon, something about a job offer. He set to work picking the lock and after about five minutes there was a loud click, and Harry reached out for the knob and walked out into the hallway. He jumped down the steps and was out the door. Just, in a magnificent stroke of luck, the Dursleys were pulling in, fantastic. Mr. Dursley jumped out of the car, which rose slightly being relieved of part of the tremendous weight that it had burdened.

"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING POTTER?"All instincts told Harry to run like hell. So he did. He darted off down the street, towards the crowd that he had seen a minute before. The music grew louder and Harry turned to look down the street. He couldn't see Mr. Dursley anywhere. He was safe for a while. He continued to walk towards the crowd. He circled the crowed and forced his way into the circle. He could see four people dancing to the beat of the music. They were synchronized, graceful, and really good. One of them in particular caught his eye. She was a little shorter than him and her light brown her fell to her shoulders. She wasn't unusually pretty, but she had a natural beauty about her. She scanned the reasonably large crowd made mostly of kids and teens, and meet Harry's eyes. She smiled at him, then took two steps in front of the rest of the group still doing the dance. Then she sang to the music. Her voice was beautiful and enchanting.

Harry watched the rest of the dance but it eventually ended. When it did people clapped hard and most dropped money into the basket. The girl turned to her group and talked quietly to them. Harry walked to the curb and sat down. He then started contemplating what he was going to do now. He should probably stay away from the Dursley's for a while. He was thinking when the girl came over and sat down next to him.

"Hey," she said calmly. She had an American accent, which startled Harry.

"Hi," replied Harry.

The girl offered her hand and said, "I'm Sam."

"Harry," said Harry taking the hand and shaking it. "Are you from America?"

"Yeah," she stated with a smile, "just came here. Looks pretty good so far."

At this point they were both distracted by a purple blob running down the street. It was Mr. Dursley. Harry cursed under his breath. Sam looked at him.

"What? He's not on your Christmas list?"

Harry smiled despite the situation. He decided against running. He didn't really know why. The blob reached them.

"POTTER YOU… YOU." He seemed to notice Sam for the first time. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

Sam looked at him calmly. "Sam," was the reply.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS BOY?"

She looked at Harry then back at Mr. Dursley. "Has he committed a crime or something?" She got no reply. "Well then I don't see why I shouldn't."

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

"What're yougonna do about it muggle?"

Both of the boys present stared at her. She winked at Harry then turned and started walking down the street. Mr. Dursley looked at Harry.

"YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE BOY!" he grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him down the street. Harry looked behind him for Sam but she had disappeared. A cool breeze didn't seem to do much for Mr. Dursley's hot temper.