Harry's POV
I was wondering through Stonehenge. It really was a marvel of a historical place. How did they end up here? When was it built? What did it stand for? How did they last this long?
Questions and curiosities were running rabid through my brain until I heard a sob coming from down the valley. I turned my head to see a girl, around my age, crying and running as if she were being chased by a mad killer.
"Mom," I heard her say faintly, "Not my mom!" Maybe her heart lead her here hoping that her prayers will be heard? I noticed that she was about to run straight into one of the stones. I had to stop her before she hurt herself.
I stepped in front of the girl and wrapped her in my arms. With her momentum and speed, we both fell onto the ground. My now auburn bangs covered my eyes and scar, so even if she was a witch (No matter how slim the chance) she wouldn't be able to tell who I was.
"Are you okay?" I asked. She hadn't moved from her spot on my chest. It actually seemed as though she was burying her face into my shirt. I just laid there, trying to soothe her. I then got an idea. It was how Fred or George would calm me down when I was really hysterical. I ran the fingers of my left hand through her black hair, and wrapped my right arm around her slim waist.
"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around
Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays
I'll send them howling
I don't care, I got ways
No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there!
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...
Being close and being clever
Ain't like being true
I don't need to,
I would never hide a thing from you,
Like some...
No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there!
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around..." I sang to her. As the song progressed, it seemed like she was getting calmer, and her breathing became closer to normal.
When she did sit up, I couldn't help but think how gorgeous she was. She was wearing a black tank top and yoga shorts, and her black eyes, though clouded with tears, still looked so full of emotion. She was beautiful.
"I-I'm sorry," she said, "For running into you like that."
"Huh?" I asked before my senses came back to me, "Oh, it's no problem. To be honest, I just took a page out of someone else's book." I chuckled a little while rubbing the back of my neck nervously, "You want to talk about it?"
She shook her head, 'Must have just happened or something,' I thought looking at her, 'Wound is still too fresh.'
"Well how about we talk about something else?" I asked, "My name is Harrison Evans." It wasn't a lie either. On the day I got emancipated, I had changed my name, and the goblins assured me that Dumbledore would never find out.
"Shinku, Rirī," she said, "That's how we say it in Japanese."
"You're from Japan?" I asked, "You don't look like any kind of Asian?"
She gave a soft chuckle, "My parents are both from the UK, but my mom and me moved to Japan when I was only 3 years old."
"What does Shinku, Rirī mean in English?" I asked.
"In that order? Crimson Lily, but you can just call me Lily," she said. I smiled at her.
"My mom's name was Lily," I said, "I don't know much about her because I lost her when I was one."
"You're lucky," she said in an angry tone, "It hurts less when she's stolen away from you. You don't have the memories, the fights, the regrets, the happiness…" she trailed off glaring at a spot on the ground.
"Is that what happened?" I asked, "She was stolen from you? Then who are you with here?"
"My father. He's a teacher at a pretty good school," she said standing up from the grass, "Speaking of which, I should be heading home. Him and my Uncles are probably scared for me."
"No problem," I said standing up, "Well it was nice meeting you Lily." I stuck my hand out to shake hers, but she didn't take mine. She bowed deeply… if I remember correctly, that is an Asian way of greeting and bidding farewell. I took my hand back and bowed back at her.
"It was nice to meet you too Harrison," she said, "And thanks for helping me." With that she walked away.
'I wonder if I'll ever see her again,' I thought, not knowing the adventures this summer would hold
