Chapter one
It has been a weird couple of weeks, Harry thought as he climbed out of bed. He first started hearing the voices about a year ago and at first it really scared him. He was just a six year old boy and the only reason it didn't freak him out more was because the voice was calming. He couldn't remember ever hearing the voice before, but yet it was oddly familiar. It always came to him in times of hurt to give him comfort and love. There was plenty of times he needed it as his family was very unkind to him. Oh don't get him wrong, they never hurt him physically, but pretty much everything else though. They yelled at him, called him freak and up until a couple of weeks ago he slept in the cupboard under the stairs. It all changed when the voice started giving him warnings. At first they were small things, like when to duck or avoid his uncle when he was real mad. Then they got bigger. The most recent one was it telling him that he was being watched. At first Harry was scared, until it told him that he had a plan.
The plan was very simple, starting with giving him the words and courage needed to explain to his aunt and uncle that they needed to move and why. It took a couple of days and a lot of convincing, but they finally agreed. He was immediately moved into his cousin's second bedroom while they looked for a new house. They found one about three days ago and they all went to look at it. It was a medium-sized, Two-story house residing in Crawley. His aunt fell in love with the beauty of the house and his uncle loved how much closer it was to his work, but that wasn't what pulled Harry in. It was the sight of the young girl next door.
She was sitting under a tree reading a book, with her brown hair waving ever so gently in the light breeze that was blowing through the air. At first Harry was thinking that he had a chance to make a friend, his first friend, but then he remembered what happened everytime he tried to be friends with someone. His cousin would always do or say something to them and they wouldn't want to be around Harry anymore. His hopes were again ignited when she picked her head up and looked at him. His green eyes looked into her brown eyes and as he started to get lost in them she smiled at him and waved. he reluctantly waved back at her. Since then he couldn't get the thought of her out of his mind.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when there was a knock at his bedroom door. His aunt opened up the door and stuck her head in.
"Make sure you finish packing everything because we want to be finished today," she said.
"I will aunt Petunia," he replied.
She nodded her head and left, closing the door behind her. He smiled and began packing the last of his things in the box provided for him. It wasn't much, but they were his. He took his sheets and blanket off of his bed and folded the up to put in the box. when he finished packing everything he looked around the room one last time to make sure he didn't forget anything. Finally sure that he had everything, he grabbed the box and headed downstairs. His aunt and uncle were loading the last of their things in the moving van.
"Is that everything," his uncle asked him.
"Yes uncle Vernon," he replied.
"Good then," Vernon said, "let's get a move on then."
With that said, he closed the van and the all got into the car. Harry looked up at the house and smiled knowing that he would be starting all over again and though normally this would make people sad, he was looking forward to it.
He thought about all that had happened and couldn't help but smile as he walked into a new life. He was hoping that things would be different in his new home, but only time would tell.
