A/N: I had writers block while working on this one, so I hope it isn't too bad. Please review.

Chapter 2 – A walk in the park

Harry hurried down the street, until he was in a safe distance from 4 Privet Drive. The sun was high in the sky, and there were only a few clouds in sight. A light breeze rustled in leaves on the trees, and the birds were singing happily. The day seemed to be like every other day in Little Whinging. There was an old lady walking her dog, some girls playing hide and seek, and the post man was delivering the daily post.

It felt liberating to take a walk; to feel the warm sun on his face, and yet the gentle breeze playing with his hair. For once he could empty his mind, and just enjoy the beauty the nature could offer him.

He turned a corner, walking down a road he'd never been before, though the houses looked pretty much the same as in Privet Drive. He recognised some of the names on the mailboxes; that Evans kid, who Dudley and his gang had tormented so many times, lived in a house that looked like no one had taken care of it for a while. The garden was overgrown with weed, and the windows were overgrown with dirt. About five minutes further down the street, Harry recognised the name of one of Dudley's so called friends. That house looked more taken care of; the house looked spotless, and it had a beautiful garden full of flowers in a variety of colours.

Harry continued until the end of the road, where he met a forest line. There was a small path there, leading into the forest. He went inn, and couldn't see much other than trees for the first five minutes. It looked like there was a clearing, and Harry soon found a small lake. 'Perfect,' Harry thought to himself, and headed for the water. He dipped his toe in the water, and it was still very cold. But Harry didn't care about that; he wanted to go for a swim.

He tore off his shirt, and ran quickly into the water, to make it easier to get over the coldness. He swam a couple of laps around the water, before he got out and collapsed on the grass. He lay there for a while to let the sun dry his shorts, and to get warm again.

After he'd lied there for an hour or so, he got up, and decided to move on. He headed out of the forest and up the street. Soon he found himself in Magnolia Crescent. Outside number twelve, there was a truck and some moving people. He continued down the road and took a right turn, to Magnolia Road where the park was. He went into the empty park, and towards the swings.

He sat there for a while just thinking. Thinking of the prophesy, and the meaning of it starting to sink in. Either he or Voldemort had to die. And one of them would kill the other. He also thought of Ron and Hermione, and how he's going to tell them.

"Hi!"

Harry snapped out of his train of thoughts with a jolt. He looked up to see a girl with brown eyes and dark brown hair. "Oh, hi," Harry answered back at the girl who had spoken. He didn't quite know what to do or say.

"Do you mind if I take this swing?" she asked and pointed at the swing on Harry's right side.

"Of course not," Harry answered politely. It was weird, he'd never seen her before, but she somehow reminded him of someone. But he didn't know who.

"I'm sorry if I'm to upfront or something, but I've just moved here, so I don't know anyone… I'm Amy by the way!" The girl announced, and offered her hand to Harry.

"I'm Harry," Harry answered and shook her hand. "So you're the one moving into Magnolia Crescent, right?"

"Yep, just moved in from France two days ago. Me and my mum. The whole house is a mess right now, so I needed to get away for a bit" Amy told Harry.

"Yeah, I know what that's like. You're English is really good for someone who's not from England." Harry stated, and looked curiously at the girl. He just couldn't figure out who she reminded him of.

"Well, I'm originally from England. I was born here and we moved to France just before I was one year old, and my mum thinks it's important that I know my mother tongue properly." Amy answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, it came in handy, didn't it?" Harry joked.

"It sure did," Amy smiled. "So, what about you?"

"Well, I live down in Privet Drive with my aunt, uncle and cousin. And that's the only place I've lived in my life." Harry answered casually.

"Why don't you live with your parents?" Amy asked curiously, looking at Harry as if she'd find the answer just by looking at him.

Harry didn't answer straight away. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her the truth, so he decided to go with the story his aunt and uncle had told him at first.

"I can't live with them, because they died in a car crash fifteen years ago." Harry muttered, looking at his shoes.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Amy answered taken aback.

"It's okay, really. It's not like I remember them or something." Harry tried to say casually.

"No, I don't think its okay. I don't know how it is to grow up without any parents, but I know how it's like to grow up without a father. And it's difficult, it's like a part of me is missing. Like I don't know my true identity or something." Amy said, looking at Harry with a scrutinized look.

"You don't know your father?" Harry asked disbelievingly.

"No, mum never told him about getting pregnant with me. So he doesn't know I exist. But I'm going to try to find him though. I just hope he still lives around London somewhere." Amy said thoughtfully.

"I'm sure you'll find him anyway. It shouldn't be too difficult, I guess." Harry said in a reassuring voice.

"Nah, probably not. So where do you go to school anyway?" Amy asked curiously.

"You wouldn't have heard of it. It's a boarding school way up north, not so interesting really." Harry answered casually. He hoped she wouldn't ask more, because he had no idea what to tell her if she did.

"Oh, me too. I mean I'm going to a boarding school too, but I have no idea where it is." Amy explained. "Well, I've got to go home now, mum's probably worried, and I have to help her with all the stuff anyway."

"Yeah, I'd better get home too." Harry answered.

"Great, then we can walk together. That's if you're going the same way?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, it's the same way!" Harry smiled, and they got up and left the park.

"Well, it was nice to meet you," Harry said as they stood outside of Amy's house, "I'm sure I'll see you around..." He interrupted himself, and turned his head to see what she were looking at. Here eyes were big, and her face had an expression of uncertainty.

"Oh no!" The bright shade of green was lighting up his and Amy's face. The figure was only too familiar to Harry. The glowing skull was shining in a sharp contrast of the dark sky, the snakelike tongue creeping out of its mouth.