A/N: This is somthing i thought of while i was supposed to do my homework one night. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs to JKR. We are not worthy!
Willow
"Now where did that Potter freak go?" Dudley Dursley asked stupidly. Even at the age of ten, he already seemed as big as a whale. "We haven't finished Harry hunting yet! You can't hide, Potter!"
Harry Potter sighed with relief. Even though Dudley said that,
he was too lazy and overweight to actually search for him anyway. He had dived into a Juniper bush at the park on Magnolia Crescent. Once his horrible cousin left, Harry looked around.
There was a girl in the park, sitting against an ancient willow tree. Harry didn't recognize her, but she was very pretty. She looked no more than nine years old, her auburn hair fluttering in the soft May breeze.
She must go to another school or something, he thought.
Not wanting to disturb the girl, Harry got up to walk away, but before he could stroll two steps, the girl spoke to him.
"Hello, Harry." she said with a voice that was like a distant echo. However, this calmed him immensly.
"How do you know my name?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"Never mind that," the girl replied matter-of-factly. "Who was that looking for you?"
Harry was still slightly confused How did this girl know his name. He didn't have any friends at school and was always trying to escape Dudley's gang. "Oh, that was my cousin, Dudley Dursley. His favorite game is 'Harry Hunting'."
"And I am assuming that you don't like sleeping under the stairs at number four, either?"
"How do you know about that?" He inquired, getting a little creeped out. How would she know that he retired every day to his cupboard at number four?
"I just know," she replied with a clever grin.
"Why are you sitting by the willow tree?" Harry questioned curiously.
"I sit here and think," she smiled. "Sometimes I wish I was a bird who could fly away, who could let go of everything they left on the ground. I can't fly though. Something is holding me back. I guess when we're ready, we just soar, high up into the sky!"
"Mmm hmm," Harry agreed.
"Thank you Harry, for talking with me. I think you helped me understand how to fly."
She's right, Harry thought, looking away. I guess we fly when we're ready to. he looked back to where the girl was standing, but she was gone. It was as if she vanished without a trace.
"Wait! Come back! I don't even know your name!" He shouted, slightly crestfallen. He wanted to talk to her again. For some reason, he felt as if he knew her all his life, like they were connected by an invisible thread somehow.
Then his brilliant green eyes caught something carved into the old willow tree.
L.E.