:::Harry's Little Sister::: Chapter Two

::: Harry:::1

He let his thoughts wander freely, as his feet followed, treading lightly on the weather fared streets. The sidewalks, not clean cut, seemed to seep over into the streets as if unsure where their boundaries stopped and the streets began. As a car went down the road it stopped and started sporadically, seeming to want to turn at every stop sign, but then straightening out, deciding to turn at the next one instead. A smile played across his lips as he saw a girl sitting on a porch swing, maybe she will have time to sit and share a story with me, he ran his hand over the bound yellowing pages in his back pocket that held a lifetime of his short stories. He started to call out to her, but seeing her tears, fell silent. As he heard yelling and laughing in the distance and saw a group of guys on bikes he cursed quietly and fell into the shadows. He heard the biggest one, seeming to be just a hunk of muscle, no room for brain in his shriveled head, too small for the large mass of body that hung over his sleek shiny racing bike. 2

“Hey giiirlie…” The large one called, and a few other yelled a cat call in response to him. 3

“Dudley you ass…” muttered Harry, moving swiftly through the shadows to keep up with the girl and her followers. He studied the girl, sizing her up and calculating how much damage she could do to Dudley… “Not much” he muttered, “she’s pretty small”. Disrupting his thoughts, Dudley came up behind the girl rammed into her with his bike. Harry snarled with anger and the girl hit the ground, but without so much as a whimper of pain, she leapt up looking around with wild green eyes that looked eerily familiar. Disregarding the voice in the back of his mind that wouldn’t stop whispering unsurely in his ears about those sharp green eyes, he stepped out of the shadows and shot to the girl’s side with lightning speed. One of Dudley’s lackeys advanced the girl into a corner, and Harry sprung onto Dudley’s lackeys back and pulled out his wand, ignoring the papers with his stories that spilled onto the damp earth, he sent out an immobilizing spell and watched as most of the boys sprung into board-like stances and feel, immobile, to the ground. He vanished all of them to three miles away, then, on a second thought, vanished their bikes with them, so that they weren’t all out all night and then they would blame it all on him. 4

The girl, who had her hands over her head, quivering like an injured bird, had squeezed into the tiniest crevice in the corner and stood, probably imagining the worst fate that awaited her, and patted her on the shoulder.  5