Chapter 6

The Dream

For the past few night, Harry had been having the same recurring dream...

He was running, running as fast as his little six year-old legs could carry him. He looked behind him, and saw Dudely and his friends a block or two behind. He was panting and sweating and he could not go on any longer. Harry tried to spot a place to hide and was looking all around him and not in front of him. Before Harry could stop he slammed into another person who he fell in top of. Harry finally realized that there was a little girl under him who was rubbing her head. Harry got up and saw that he had skinned his knee pretty bad and had tears in his eyes. Everything was blurry though.

"Boy, why are you crying?" The little girl asked handing Harry his glasses. She had long brown hair and was wearing a long-sleeved blue gress with a ribbon in her hair.

"I am not crying," Harry said quickly wiping his tears away and putting his glasses on.

"Why were you running?" she asked again.

"I was running from my cousin and his friends. They were going to beat me up again."

"They've done it before?"

"Yeah, loads of times." Harry answered and looked behind him to see if they were comming.

"Good, they must have taken the wrong turn." Then he looked at the little girl. "Do you live nearby?"

"Me?" the little girl asked then shook her head, "No, I just came here with my grandfather."

"Where is he?" Harry asked noticing that they were the only people on the block.

"I don't know. He told me to wait here, because he said he had to check on someone." Then she looked at Harry. "Do you live around here?"

"Yeah, I live with my aunt, uncle, and my cousin."

"The one that beats you?" the little girl asked and Harry nodded. "But where are your parents?"

"They died in a car crash when I was little," Harry answered gloomly.

"I'm really sorry," she said sounding sincere. "Is that how you got that scar?"

"Yeah," Harry said rubbing his head. "How old are you?"

"I just turned seven, thats why my grandfather took me out."

"Is today your birthday?" Harry asked.

"Yep."

"Harry birthday then. Sorry for knocking you over." Harry said feeling guilty for ruining her special day.

"It doesn't matter. So do you like living with your relatives?"

"No, they're like strangers to me," Harry answered.

"Strangers are family we have yet to meet." Harry looked at her again and thought that she was crazy. But then again, she was the very first person he had alked to in a very long time.

"Do you have any siblings?" the little girl asked.

"No, its just me and my cousin Dudely. What about you?"

"I have an older brother, his name is Bryon. He is actually my best friend."

"Do you live with your parents?"

"Yeah, but we have no relatives which I find funny." Harry didn't talk much anymore. He actaully felt jealous that this little girl had a happy normal family whos grandfather celebrated her birthday.

"Don't be mad," she said quietly.

"I'm not mad," Harry said quickly.

"Your a horrible liar."

"Look, what do you want from me?" Harry said rasing his voice. The little girl look taken back.

"I just thought you wanted someone to talk to."

"Well your wrong! I don't need you, nor do I need to hear about your perfect family."

"My family isn't perfect Harry!" Harry looked at her shocked. The little girl covered her mouth with her hand.

"How did you know my name?"

"They're comming!" the little girl said pointing behind him. Harry looked around and saw Dudely and his friends comming towards them, they still hadn't however spotted Harry.

"Quick, hide here," the little girl said pushing him into a maple bush. Just then Dudely and his friends were walking by the little girl, they looked at her, and walked on. Harry was about to get out of the bush but stopped when the little girl said quietly, "Not yet."

Just then, Dudely came back and walked towards the little girl.

"Hey you there," he shouted. "Have you seen a boy with ugly black hair, glasses, and a scar on his head?"

"Yes," the little girl said and Harry tensed.

"Where is he?" Dudely asked excited.

"Well, I saw him walk up to a police man, and heard him talk about a boy that looks like you."

"What did he say?" Dudely asked, suddenly scared.

"I couldn't hear, but then the police man said that they would catch someone and then they gave him their card and told him to call them anytime he felt hurt or threatend." Dudely looked at the little girl who didn't blink. Suddenly, he started running and screaming for his mother. The little girl watched him nd his friends run off as Harry came out of the maple bush.

"Thanks," Harry said astonished.

"They shouldn't harm you anymore," the little girl said looking over her shoulder. "I have to go, my grandfather is waiting for me." Harry looked behind her and saw an old man waiting by a large tree under the shadows. The little girl turned to leave.

"Wait," Harry said suddenly. "Will I ever see you again?" The little girl smiled.

"I don't know Harry, but promise me one thing."

"What?" he asked.

"Find out who you are, and do it on purpose." And with that, she gave Harry one last smile and turned and walked towards her grandfather. Harry started walking back home, when he realized he didn't ask the little girl her name, or how she knew his. Harry turned around and looked at the large tree where her grandfather was waiting. Harry walked up next to the tree and the realized he was all alone.