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β€”Β» π₯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐒𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 Β»

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Harry couldn't believe his eyes. There she was, standing beside the garden wall of Number Four, Privet Drive, the very same wall that his aunt would crane her almost abnormally long neck of hers about, spying on what Mrs Margaret was doing across the street, or how Mr Dodds was ruining the garden by using the wrong fertiliser again. Her dark raven hair laid in a tangled heap on her shoulders, lavender scarf having tumbled down in her running. Leaves and dirt hung from her dandelion yellow frock, and the red ribbons that replaced the laces of her boots were half-tied, falling limp at the sides in a haphazard fashion.

She was panting and huffing as if she had just run across a thousand fields, sweat dripping from her temple. Her dark eyes lacked their usual carefreeness and instead sported a murderous gaze trained at his own green eyes.

"You complete puta!" A fist hurtled at his bone-thin forearm.

"Ow!" Harry rubbed the already-red mark where Hyacinth landed the hit. "What was that for?"

"You ditched me!" Another punch, ow. "For a week!"

"What?" He swerved to the side, and her fist collided with metal, scratching the blue paint job that his uncle would kick up a fuss about. Hyacinth just carried on, not even caring for the flush appearing on her knuckles.

"You promised you would be there! We even made a pinkie promise." Hyacinth held up her pinkie, waving it all over his face. "You don't just break a pinkie promise!"

His heart dropped. The promise. He forgot about it. How could he forget about it? Everything seemed clearer now, the murky fog lurking in the back of his mind dissipating and leaving feelings of reproach and guilt. He was supposed to meet her the day after they met in her little patch in the forest. She said she would be waiting for him, and he said he would definitely be there. Harry scratched the back of his head, trying to form the explanation in his head. But, how could he explain the sudden appearance of a letter tornado down his fireplace?

A loud crash came from inside the normal-looking house, besides the wooden boards nailed to the front of the door, covering the mail slot. One of the nails even looked like it had a piece of candied fruit on it from a distance. The two of them jumped at the noise, one of them out of surprise while the other one winced. Harry knew that was probably Dudley trying to sneak in another one of his many game consoles or something. He also knew that it would take more than a couple of minutes to sort it out, ten if he was lucky, four if he wasn't.

He didn't want to tempt his fate.

Harry threw the luggage in the trunk without care for the organisation, grabbed her hand, and pulled her down towards the passenger side of the car, away from the window's view. Hyacinth struggled, ripping her arm out of his grip, and she punched him again. Harder this time around. She opened her mouth, but he spoke before she could get an edge in, word-wise.

"Before you start chewing me out again β€” which, admittedly, I deserve β€” can you hear me out first?"

She frowned, then crossed her arms. "You've got a minute. Start talking."

"A minute only? I can't explain it all in just a minute!"

"That's five seconds. Tick tock, Potter."

"Okay," Harry took a deep breath. "So the day we met was the day my cousin Dudley was getting his new school uniform for his new school, and I was left at Mrs Figg's house. Meeting you was one of the greatest things that have happened to me, and I promise you I wrote down everything I could remember from that day in this old notebook of mine β€” which is not important."

He didn't notice the dark splotches staining her cheeks at his words.

"I woke up the next morning and Aunt Petunia was dyeing some of Dudley's old clothes for my new school because I wasn't going to the same school as Dudley for once, but the clothes looked awful, and the smell was worse. Uncle Vernon told Dudley to get the mail, then Dudley told him that he should make me get the mail instead, and so I told him to tell Dudley to get the mail, and he told Dudley to poke me with his Smelting's stick. Which is also not important." He hastily tacked on at the end. Her face twisted, affronted and opened her mouth to interrupt, but he held up his hands to stop her.

"Wait, I only have twenty seconds left." Hyacinth nodded at him to continue, righteous fury on his behalf still lingering in her eyes. The fogginess returned, but this time, for some reason, it blurred his surroundings and forced him to focus on her burning chocolate eyes, making him melt like cream on a summer day. Harry shook his head again, focusing on the dried leaf stuck between her messy hair and her right ear. "Anyways, I went to go get the mail, and there was this weird letter for me, and it had my cupboard on it and everything."

"Your cupboard?"

"I sleep in the cupboard under the stairs β€”Β which is not important." Her face was all that he needed to know that she probably thought that was pretty important, so he hurried on. "The fact is, I never get letters, so that was weird enough. Dudley snitched on meβ€”"

"β€”end up in ditchesβ€”"

"β€”Uncle Vernon took my letter, and he got all shaky and everything, and so did my Aunt Petunia. They wouldn't let me read it. They wouldn't even let Dudley read it, and they let him do anything he wanted."

"I knew he was a spoiled brat," Hyacinth said, arms still crossed but her face had softer edges to it.

Harry continued on. "They threw us out of the room, then had this quiet talk about people spying on us." He knew he was already going way past the minute she gave him to talk, but she wasn't saying anything, and he wasn't going to remind her. "It got weirder when Uncle Vernon visited my cupboard that evening β€” he'd never done that before β€” and started talking nicely to me." She scoffed. "He let me have Dudley's old toy room as my new room, which I guessed wouldn't make Dudley very happy at all. Dudley threw a big tantrum, which usually gets my aunt and uncle to cave in really quickly, but they didn't. The next day, we got another letter, but this time, it was addressed to the smallest bedroom, the one where my uncle made me move up to. The next after that, we got three letters, and my uncle boarded up the mail slot. I think he was losing it a bit. He was so out of it that he tried hammering a nail with a piece of fruitcake my aunt gave him."

"That explains the dried fruit decoration on your door." She mumbled, glancing at the door over the bonnet of the car. Harry snorted, then carried on.

"I tried everything to get the letters that came. They kept appearing everywhere. They would appear wherever there was an opening, and even in the weirdest places. The milkman gave us these eggs that had a letter in each one of them, and my uncle threw a fit over the phone, asking for their manager and everything. Then, just today, a bunch of letters came shooting down the chimney, it was chaos. I got kicked out again before I could grab one." Harry said, curling his hand into a fist. If he hadn't lost his head in there, he could have gotten one off the ground and ran. He wasn't a bad runner if he said so himself.

"He told us that we were going off somewhere and just to pack some clothes. Like I said, he's been going a bit mad lately." Harry's eyes flitted towards the door and then back at her. "So, that's why I've been gone for a week. I know it's probably a lot to take inβ€”"

"Iβ€”"

"β€”and you're probably thinking I'm a bit mad myself after all thatβ€”"

"β€”Harryβ€”"

"β€”I would too ifβ€”"

"HARRY WHATEVER-YOUR-MIDDLE-NAME-IS POTTER, I GAVE YOU LONGER THAN A MINUTE, SO WOULD YOU LET ME SPEAK FOR JUST ONE SECOND?" Harry gulped, then nodded. "Thank you. As I was saying, while you sound like you've had one too many fizzy pops, you don't look like you're lying to me, and you've had no reason to just tell me that crazy story out of the blue unless at least some of it was true."

Hyacinth fixed her gaze on his, prompting him to meet her eyes. "And, if what you told me about your uncle and aunt last week is true, then it lines up with your story." She took a deep breath. "You couldn't have spent half an hour to come to the tree and, I dunno, leave me a note or something? Or even a letter?"

He rubbed his wrist, glancing up at her from beneath his glasses. "Er, sorry 'bout that."

Hyacinth took one look at his doe-like eyes and sighed. She surged forward, wrapping him into a hug in a blink of an eye and squeezed tight. He barely had time to squeeze back when the front door burst open with a bang, and out came Dudley, screaming and yelling while running down the steps with his pudgy legs, looking rather like a fat penguin, or a pig walking on its hind legs. In his hands was some video gizmo that Uncle Vernon no doubt was trying to leave behind. Not a second later, another equally wide man was flying out the door, hot on the child's heels, chasing him round and round the front lawn.

They stared at the scene, and Hyacinth left out a small huff, which turned into a cough, then spiralled all the way into a heap of giggles, and he was laughing along with her. Just like the first day they met.

Harry knew he had to go soon. There was no telling where his uncle would take them, or when he would be back. But, he wanted to stay so badly. It was the first time he made a friend, and he was already being a bad one. Maybe Yasi would realise that he was being a bad friend soon, and she would leave.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." She scoffed, startling him. "You're stuck with me now, deal with it."

She patted the sides of her dress, making leaves and patches of grass fall down, and she brought out a piece of paper from a pocket. "Aha! Here," she thrust it into his hands, "so you'll actually remember to visit me."

"What's this?"

"It's a map. Knowing you, you'll probably need one sometime in your life since you forget a bunch of stuff." Hyacinth smirked at him as his ears turned red. Harry could hear the voices of his aunt, uncle, and cousin growing louder and louder by the second, and he knew their time was up.

She threw her arms around him again, pulling back before he could react, and grinned at him.

"See you on the other side, Harry."

And there she was, taking off again over the ruffled bushes of Privet Drive.

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