| Harrison was sitting in the hot roasting British sun, on a pinching metal chair his Aunt had forced him to sit in and take the tallies of consumer buying at the yard sale. The day had started dull, and nearly ended dead until a girl came into the corner of his eye. This short pale-faced pointy chin girl with a book in her arms walked up to where he was sitting. Harrison saw her as a perfectionist suck-up that had the confidence of a hawk. It totally turned him off inside but he knew that he must serve the customers if he didn't want a beating tonight. "Can I help you Ms.?" Harrison asked standing up. His skin ripped from the chair, he was almost in tears but he was able to stand confidently. The girl had lifted her head and viewed at him with a glaze. Harrison was a bit uneasy about this, he didn't want to have this girl as a stalker now, but he just gave a half smile. "Harry…um…I mean Harrison how's it going?" She asked softly. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" Harrison questioned confusingly. "Not really, but your nanny Mrs. Figg looked after me once, we met way back when you were twelve. I heard about your spell accident…" the girl's eyes ceased open exceptionally from other girl's, and she suddenly stopped. "Spell accident?" Harrison inquired. "Fire incident, I meant to say fire incident. You see Ms. Figg told me that you were into magical games when you were so young. That's how you got caught in the fire accident by performing a fire magical act." The girl said convincingly. Harrison couldn't remember any of it, thus he just agreed casually. "Right okay, so who did you say you were again." Her face lit up; placing her book on the table she wiped her hand on her ugly brown plaid skirt and held it out to Harrison. "Hermione…Hermione Granger." Still turned off he squirmed as he held out his hand and met with hers, but when she grabbed his hand it sparked and he felt a connection far from sharing the same babysitter. He saw the dark lord from his dreams in her, and it scared him. Pulling away his hand had scared this Hermione. "Harrison do you remember me at all?" She softly whispered in a saddened tone. As the spark allowed him to have some feelings he never knew to exist he smiled for once and leaned over to her ear. "I don't know but if you ask me I shall try." The owl hooted once more, and then Harrison opened his eyes. The moon had gone away and the crisp night had turn into fresh morning dew. The time he could tell was early morning and his Aunt would be pounding on the door of his cupboard soon to make the breakfast. Turning his nose up to this thought he walked away from the backyard leaving the beautiful sight of the thoughts of his ego and the thoughts of his dreams. He ever so much wanted them, but ever so much wanted more than what he already had. He left the scenic backyard and a Hermione Granger staring from behind the fence with a tear streaming down her face. "Try harder Harry Potter remember who you really are!" "Get up! NOW!" The shrieking voice of Petunia Dursley echoed into the cupboard under the stairs. Harrison wiped his eyes, and sighed that he was still living another day in this f-upped family, and world. He knew he was something more, and he couldn't tell what it was. Was it to do with hallucinations; was he that boy who lived, that Harry Potter? Harrison just shook his head, he then sat up in his torn over-sized combo sweatpants and T-shirt that were titled, "Puff up with Kalteens". Standing up from his cramped quarters he entered the kitchen. Petunia stood there tapping her fake snakeskin high-heels, her arms folded as she began to scowl. "You can just cook the breakfast yourself, and try not to burn it as usual." She passed by nearly body-checking him and sat her back to him. Next to her right was a fat Fluffy (who was seated in his own bib) and then Vernon had just rolled his eyes. Harrison then grabbed the frying pan. "Yes Petunia…" Appalled she turned in her chair to face him, "Harrison how many bloody damn times must we go through this? You are to call me Aunt Petunia!" Getting angry she began to jiggle her leg and tense up. "No you don't deserve that anymore!" "Petunia?" Vernon lowered his paper to look at his wife. Standing up she directly walked towards him. "From now on you'll address Vernon and I as if we were some stranger to you understood?" Harrison just stood there silent. "Do you understand Boy?" Harrison just looked up to her and smirked, "I thought I was suppose to treat you as a stranger." Mrs. Dursley outraged by his attitude, shook with temper, raising her hand she took one quick swipe at his face. Harrison face turned to the left, as his chin touched his left shoulder all that was outrageously seen was the red hand mark on his right lower cheek. |