Harry Potter & The Summer of Despair
Harry woke up but didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew that if he did, he would see the ceiling of his room in his aunt and uncle’s house on Privet Drive.
Then his mind began to race. He remembered The night only two months ago, all too clearly, at the Dept. of Mysteries. Prophecy, Ron, Voldemort, Bellatrix, Dumbledore, Sirius. No, he thought, don’t think about Sirius. But he felt the tears form in spite of himself.
After going through that night in his head for the millionth time, and trying for the millionth time to accept it, (and failing miserably.) He decided to open his eyes. At first all he saw was a grayish blur, then when he put on his glasses he saw the ceiling of his room just before the morning light. He then looked at his clock, 7:31 in the morning. He decided that now would be a good time to get up. Maybe taking a walk in the cool air would clear his mind a bit.
He dressed and went to hedwig’s cage and stroked her a little, then saw two letters by the cage, one from Ron, and one from Hagrid. He decided he would read them at his favorite swing in the park. Harry snuck to the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the kitchen and then stepped outside.
It was lovely and cool and dark outside. Perfect for someone who would rather not bee seen. Harry was nearing the park when he began thinking again, about a subject that had not crossed his mind in a long time. Cho Chang, and his experiences with her the year earlier. It seemed forever ago that he was kissing her in the D.A. room under the mistletoe, it seemed even longer that he felt something towards her. Looking back on it, Harry realized his infatuation with Cho was nothing truly substantial.
That thought led him to wonder, Could he have something substantial at his age? Was he too young to even the contemplating such things? If He could think frankly about Voldemort and his parents, maybe he could be capable. But he wouldn’t worry, if something will happen, it will happen.
Just then he bumped into something and fell over. “Ow!” he said. “Ow!” he heard another voice say. He looked and realized he’d slammed head first into a girl while he’d been thinking. “Oh, I am SO sorry.” the girl said. “no, I’m sorry,” Harry said. “I should’ve been paying attention to what I was doing.” Then the girl said, “No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t be reading while walking, but I’m at such a good part and I just couldn’t put it down.” and Harry noticed a book lying by the girl. “Do you need some help up?” Harry asked. “No, but thank you.” She said.
“It’s nice to know chivalry isn’t confined to books.” Harry smiled. This girl was obviously a muggle, but a very pretty muggle. She had light skin and lovely light brown hair that was just a little messy, some of it was artfully lying in her face, over her purple wire frame glasses. “What’s your name?” she asked him. “Harry.” he answered her. “Hi Harry.” She said. “I’m Cameilia, nice to meet you.”
They walked around the park twice talking, Harry learned that Cameilia was 15, that she went to the state school, that she had a Dog named Liza, and that she lived with her brother Sean, who was 25. Harry told her that he lived with his aunt, uncle, and cousin, where they lived, he even told her about his parents, and that they had died.
He did not tell her HOW they had died however, nor did he tell her where he went to school. But she seemed not to notice. “really? You lost your parents too? I’m sorry. My mother died when I was 5, and my father got really depressed after that. He’d go out for hours, sometimes all night. Then, one day he didn’t come home. I never found out what happened to him.” She stopped to sniffle, Harry thought it might be from the cold, but then he saw her wipe away a tear. “My brother really raised me, but we had to live in a children’s home until he turned 18, then we got our very own house, and we got Liza. That was my mother’s name.”
Harry was surprised to feel a tear fall onto his cheek as well, then he noticed the swing set.
“Oh, we passed that twice already haven’t we? I forgot I was going to sit on the swing and read my friends’ letters.” “Oh, ok.” said Cameilia. “I’ll see you later.” She smiled at him and he returned it. Then, to his surprise, she hugged him, like they were old friends departing, not new ones.
He was surprised to see how close he had grown to Cameilia in just an hour. She smiled again and walked away with her book. Harry realized that she was the first friend he hade made in Little Winging. The he thought about how nice she had been, about the quiet sadness and wonderful spirit that made her incredibly beautiful.
It took Harry a moment to remember that he had two letters to read. He sat down on the swing and opened the one from Hagrid.