Chapter 2: A New Friend

A Note: This is ALL J.K. Rowling's work, not mine. I just felt compelled to write something on it! Please comment

The next day Harry woke up it had been the first night he hadn’t had his usual nightmare of Sirius falling through the veil and not being able to catch him. He was very grateful for not having to witness it that night, and was able to finally sleep soundly. Strangely he remembered his dream was about him sitting in a green meadow with a beautiful red headed girl, but he couldn’t figure out who it was. It definitely was better than what he used see though so he wasn’t complaining.

Harry decided, because it was so early, it would be nice to go for a walk, he now was able to protect himself so he didn’t have to stay cooped up. He grabbed one of Dudley’s used sweaters, and his wand and walked out the door.

He wandered around for a while, just thinking to himself trying to figure out what went wrong at the ministry, until he passed the small park that Dudley and his gang would terrorize. He spotted the swings and decided to sit down for a while. He walked over and sat down and started to rock back and forth, it had been such a long time since he had actually done this and was enjoying the comforting feel of the rock. He did this for a while, but stopped suddenly as he heard someone walking up from behind. He turned around quickly expecting a death eater or worse Voldemort, but what he saw was a little girl who couldn’t have been older than 11. She had dark brown hair down in a ponytail, and had hazel eyes.

The little girl looked up into the raven haired boy’s deep green eyes and immediately liked him; she knew there was something unusual about him, and it piqued her interest immediately.

“Hiya, I hope I didn’t scare you? I was just coming over to swing, can I join you?” She said in a light voice.

“Umm, sure.” Harry hadn’t dealt with many younger kids besides the ones he passed in the halls on the way to classes, so he was unsure what to do.

She jumped on the swing next to him and started to swing. “So what’s that stick you’re holding?” She asked. Harry hadn’t realized he even had pulled it out, it was just a reflex for him now.

“Oh this, this is a… gift from my parents.”

“Could I see it? It looks pretty.”

Harry wasn’t sure what to do, she was just a muggle so she couldn’t do anything with it, but he felt naked without it. He decided to let her hold it just for a little. “Sure, just be careful it’s really important to me.”

She took the wand from his hand and began to wave it around, when she that though a jet of red and gold sparks shot out of the end, and she dropped it in surprise.

“Whoa, that was cool!” She said grinning again.

Harry’s mind was in overdrive, she was a witch and didn’t know it, Muggles couldn’t do anything with a wand. Dudley had stolen his and couldn’t even get it to let out a spit of fire? She had to almost be 11, and if her parents were wizards then they would tell her, so she must be muggle born. Well just try and figure out as much stuff as you can about her, he thought to himself.

“It’s just a toy, like a magic wand, see,” he lifted his wand off the ground and shot some more sparks out of the end, “it’s just a toy. Oh and by the way my name’s Harry Potter.”

“Mine’s Emmaline Massey, I live just up the street,” she pointed her hand behind her, “where do you live?”

“Oh I live at #4 on Privet drive, but I’m gone most of the time at school in Scotland. Where do you go to school?” This girl was growing on him every second; he could tell she was very intelligent; she would make a good Ravenclaw.

“Oh I go to the public school right up the street. What do your parents do, mine is lawyer.”

“My parents were murdered when I was only a year old; I live with my Aunt and Uncle the Dursleys.” Harry said sadly, remembering he wasn’t going to be able to live with Sirius any more, but somehow being near this girl seemed to take the edge off of the memory of Sirius’ death.

“Oh I’m so sorry. My dad died also, he was killed in a car accident.” She looked down at her trainers momentarily then looked up at him again, “You have to live with Dudley? That’s a bummer. He’s too fat.”

“Yeah he really is a great pig isn’t he, but it’s alright I don’t have to see much of him thankfully. How old are you?” She seemed to have a very strong personality, one which Harry enjoyed

“I’m just about to turn 11, what about you?”

“I’m going to turn 15 on July 31.” So that means if she’s going to get the letter it will be soon. Maybe even before this school year starts, McGonagall’s usually pretty good about that stuff.

She let out a gasp of excitement, “Oh wow, that’s so cool. I have the same birthday as you!” Emmaline was really starting to like this boy, he sure seems mysterious, but he’s also nice. I wonder if he’ll be my friend, he doesn’t know about the stuff that I can do. “Do you want to be my friend?” She asked shyly.

Harry was taken aback for a moment, but then happily said “Sure I’d love to Emmaline.”

“Cool, you can call me Emma.” She had just gotten her first friend; she just hoped she wouldn’t frighten him away.

“Ok Emma, you can call me whatever.”

“Ok Whatever,” she giggled at her own joke, “I have to go home right now or else mum will be mad, but I’ll meet you here tomorrow ok?” She jumped off her swing, gave him a quick hug, and then ran off to her home.

After a little more swinging Harry also got up and headed home smiling, thinking about the little girl who he’d just become friends with.