Through the Looking Glass
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter, heck I don't even have the books!
Pairing/s: MMAD, FFPS, JPLE/P, SSLE/P, and others
A/N: Yep, I'm writing again. Here's chapter one, please read and review!
Chapter 1: Familiar Stranger
Harry was alone.
Today he and Dudley were taken to the park, because Mrs. Figg was sick and couldn't babysit him.
Once at the park, Dudley had met up with his friends from school and they continued to bully and bother Harry throughout the day.
Harry already had a broken nose and a black eye, no-one would give the small boy a second glance as to how the Dursleys had told everyone that would listen about what a wretched little delinquent he was, so he was ignored, over-sized clothes, broken glasses, bruises and all.
He sighed as he sat on the bench beneath the shade of an oak tree. His mind wandered back to a few months ago, when he wrote that letter. It was long gone now though, he thought sadly. His thoughts darted down a more depressing route.
Why didn't he have a Mum and Dad?
Why was he always such a freak?
"Hey kid, scoot over." Harry jerked his head up to gaze at the young woman staring down at him with a bored look on her face.
Harry scooted over immediately, in fear and surprise. The woman sat down with a bored look and then she sighed.
They were both quiet for a few moments, Harry felt his spirits begin to drop once again as he spaced out. But then he was snapped out of his thoughts when the lady spoke.
"Hey kid what's got you down?" Her tone was lazy and laidback as she spoke.
Harry got a good look at her face, she had a square, white cloth patch covering her left eye. Her silky, dark red hair was pulled up into a ponytail, framing her only visible eye.
"Huh?" Harry asked, people never talked to him, unless they were criticizing him.
"What's got ya down kid? You look a bit down in the dumps." This Lady was nice, but then again that's how they all were until they found out what a freak he was.
"Nuthin…" Harry answered submissively.
"Well can ya help me with something then?" She asked good-naturedly.
"Wi' wat?" Harry's mispronounced words punctuated the cold December air like a small whisper on the wind, a strong wind blew, ruffling Harry's over-sized clothes and he shivered.
"Well first thing," She removed her faded red jumper and draped it over Harry's small, shivering frame, "What's your name, or do I have to keep referring to ya as kid?"
"I's Hawwy." He said not looking into her eyes, eye, whatever. Uncle made sure that any insolence was beaten out of his pathetic form.
Her only visible eye widened. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of crumpled paper and uncrumpled it. She held it on her lap to keep from blowing away, this kid, was this him?
"Hey kid this look familiar?" The lady showed him the paper. Harry stiffened, it was his letter! His nearly unreadable letters pieced together in badly formed words. He felt panic, was the lady mad at him! Oh no! Forget the lady being mad, what will happen when Uncle finds out?!
Harry wasn't sure about what about this would make him mad, but whatever Harry did it made Uncle mad…
"Gwotta go." Harry started to leave.
"Wait." The woman said. He didn't know why, but Harry stopped, something about this lady made him feel safer, like a familiar stranger, but-
"BOY!" It was Uncle! He could hear his loud voice from across the playpark he hunched over.
Soon he was found and dragged away from the nice lady, he craned his head back to look back.
But she had disappeared.
He felt disappointment sit, like a cold stone in his stomach.
And when he was beaten and thrown in his cupboard again, little Harry couldn't help but feel like he was going to see her again soon…
He smiled as he passed out into peaceful darkness…
A/N: Hello! Here's chapter one!!! I'm typing chapter two and I'm trying to update other fanfics so please review! Rose gets more inspired to write when I get nice reviews. PLEASE REVIEW!!!