In case I still have readers, this message is for you:
Sorry again that this took a while. School is starting up agian so I don't know how often or how good I will be able to write. But I do like to write adn I do hope you like reading my stuff!

Hope you get a few laughs!
"Start with the bus ride to the mini-golf place. Did you sit next to her?" May asked.

"Yes…hey Claire, I thought you said you weren't going to take notes!" Harry responded.

Claire looked up from the notepad, "I'm not taking notes, and I am just doodling."

"Oh whatev" Harry rolled his eyes, and reached for the notebook.

"Hey, this is confidential stuff in here!!!" Claire shrieked when Harry tried to see what she had written.

"I don't believe that it is just doodles, Claire!" Harry said.

"Fine, you don't believe me, look!" Claire said, shoving the notepad to Harry.

Inside was drawing of a boy with messy hair and a scar, who was unsuccessfully dodging bludgers.

"Hey! That is me! Why am I getting hit?!" Harry asked, offended at Claire pictures.

"It's not important" Claire responded.

"Yeah it is" Harry persisted.

Claire shook her head no; her blonde hair looked cool in the sunlight when she did that, "No it's not important, Harry. Trust me. Just keep telling your story and leave the artist to her imagination."

So Harry left out a lot of details. He really just gave them the general picture of the evening.

"So you gave her your jacket!" May cooed, "how romantic."

"Yeah so can we get back to Quidditch" Harry said quickly.

"Of course," Claire said, setting her notebook aside. "Hey, where are the bludgers?" Claire asked, noticing for first time that they had been lacking them.

"The bludgers are in your garage, Claire" May answered, "You forgot to bring them."

"Damn it. They really look like fun toys."

Harry was more focused for the rest of the afternoon. May and Claire were needless to say, very impressed with Harry's skills.

They threw the tennis ball into the hula hoops to score points. They had to catch a bouncy ball in lieu of a snitch. Claire would pick up pieces of gravel every once in a while to mimic bludgers, her favorite part of the game.

Harry caught that bouncy ball. Harry threw that tennis ball. Harry missed playing sports. He couldn't play much on his own over the summer, as Dudley obviously would never kick a ball around.

But these girls were game.

Walking down the stairs after a lovely first Quidditch session, the subject of the rest of the day came up.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"I don't care. I am so agreeable."

"Me too."

"Yeah, so am I"

"Do you want to go bowling?"

"No."

When they reached store-level, Harry got worried. Would they just waste the afternoon looking at shoes again? That really didn't sound like fun. He'd rather go back to Dursley's and sit by himself in a corner. They were all standing around a payphone. And Harry got an idea of what he would like to do.

"Girls, I have to get home now"

May didn't believe Harry, "Really? What do you have to do?"

"Stuff" Harry answered, looking down at his feet.

"Harry, you have no stuff to do. We know your calendar" May persisted.

"Well, I, uh, got in trouble at the Dursley's, because of, uh, Millie, and so I have to go clean stuff, and stuff like that" Harry made his excuse.

"Oh I see. Well alright. Call me!" May said cheerfully, turning to leave.

"And me too!" Clair chirped.

Harry took a few paces in the other direction and then stopped to make sure the girls were leaving in the other direction.

Once the girls had rounded the corner, Harry walked back to the payphone.

He didn't have any coins. But nothing could stand in the way of Harry and that phone call. He walked to that fountain he had met Millie by. He looked into the water, filled with wishing coins. He pulled out enough for two phone calls, just in case he messed up the first time. He didn't want to come back to the fountain. People were giving him dirty looks. You just don't steal money from a fountain. It is just wrong.

Back the pay phone, Harry pulled Millie's phone number out of his pocket and dialed.

Harry would have been nervous if he hadn't been so excited. He couldn't wait to hear Millie. He couldn't wait to arrange another date.

He heard one ring.

Then he waited an eternity. Then the phone rang a second time. Why wasn't Millie picking it up?

Half way through the second eternity, a man's gruff voice picked up, "Who is this?"

Harry was shocked. Millie hadn't picked up. But then he realized that this was probably her father.

Harry cleared his throat and then in is most polite tone responded, "This is Harry. Is Millie there?"

"Yes," answered the now angry and gruff voice.

"May I please speak to her?"

"Fine"

Harry waited a full two minutes. Listening to shuffling and shouts on the other end. He was starting to wonder if the man had forgotten to tell Millie she had a call. Then suddenly, the voice of his angel came on the line.

"Hello?"

Harry didn't try to hide the excitement in his voice, "Millie! This is Harry!"

"Oh hi, this isn't really a good time to talk" was Millie's unemotional response.

"Well then do you want to just quickly arrange a time to get together again?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Sure, just, uh, not today, and um…" Harry heard a crash in the background, "…and it looks like tomorrow is not going to be good either."

"So the day after tomorrow?" Harry was starting to get worried.

"Yeah, um, six o'clock , your house. I remember the way" Millie spoke quickly.

"Sounds great, Millie. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Listen, Harry, thanks for calling, I had a great time last night, but I got to go."

"ok, goodb-" Harry was cut off, the line went dead.

Well that was weird.

Harry hung up the phone and started wallowing in self pity. This depressing stroll ended with Harry pondering three main questions:

1) "What is going on at her house?"

2) "Why didn't Millie sound anxious to see me?"

and 3) "Why do I always have to fall for the girls with emotional issues?"

The only answers he could come up with were

1) Parents are fighting, siblings are fighting, or Voldemort somehow got to her.

2) Millie was eager to see me, but she was just trying to keep the gleefulness out of her voice so she could sound cool, or Voldemort somehow got to her.

and 3) I like a challenge, or Voldemort somehow got to me.

Harry started to walk back to the Dursley's. It wasn't much fun to wander and ponder when his mind only dwelled on two people, namely Millie and Voldemort. But, on the bright side, at least his mind was expanding. Just a few days ago, the only thoughts that constantly kept him company were ones of Voldemort and the probability that he and his friends were doomed.

Harry had to feel proud of himself, though: at least now he was acting more like a normal boy. He was constantly thinking of a girl, too, and not just some magical nut case.

But what to do between now and two days from now! How would he survive without that red headed beauty! Harry seriously hoped that Ron had written back.