The Perfect Pair?

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A purple-faced, plump Uncle Vernon invested in his newspaper like always and a bitter Petunia cooking breakfast, then to the most of their dislike, Dudley sat on the chair, stuffing food into his fat face.

Sarah took a seat next to Harry.

Dudley suddenly asked something with annoyance in his voice "How come he has friends? Look dad! Why would someone ever want to be friends with you?"

"Because Harry is nice to me" She snapped back knowing that wasn't the only reason.

Vernon lowered his newspaper to glare at Sarah and Harry.

He slammed his newspaper on the table, his face going red.

"Marge is coming tomorrow. You will be washing the dishes. And you, girl will be helping him, do you understand?"

Petunia set down a tiny portion of food.

Sarah and Harry ate it quickly and set back up into his room, sharing the same Hatred for the Dursley's.

Of course Harry had despised them more than anyone , considering he unfortunately endured living with them.

The Dursley's were horrible people. Luckily last year Harry was Saved by Sarah, Ron, Fred and George in the Flying Ford Anglia. He got to spend the summer at the Burrow that year.

Unfortunately, on the way to Hogwarts, Sarah, Ron and Harry couldn't get through the wall between platform 9 and 10. Turns out it was Dobby, a now free elf.

Sarah had given Harry the idea of freeing dobby, since she adored the elf.

"Hey Harry, have you heard about Sirius Black?" 

"Hmmm Black? If your name is Sirius then yes" He jokingly replied

"Harr- actually hold on that is true"

"Your name is Sirius?" He started to laugh.

"No you dimwit! I was talking about how our surnames are the same!" She hit him lightly on the arm.

Must be a coincidence, Sarah thought.

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Later that day, Sarah and Harry secretly snuck out some of his school things and hers.

They both spent the night doing homework and messing about.

"Harry, you know Hogsmeade right?"

"Ye- wait what is that?"

"A wizarding village!" Sarah replied excitedly

" Really? Will we be able to go? He asked

"Yes but we need a form signed by our guardians."

"There is no way Uncle Vernon will sign the form" Harry sighed sadly.

"Hopefully he will." She frowned.

"Hey, hey, hey what's wrong?" Harry said sounding worried.

"Moony won't sign my form. He says that it's too risky for me to go but he won't tell me why. He just says Sirius Black and that's not a reason!" Sarah had said angrily

"Well I'm sure Uncle Vernon won't sign my form so that makes the two of us." Harry sighed again.

The two finished their homework and stuffed it into the loose floorboard in Harry's room.

Both of them were exhausted and ended up falling asleep in each other's arms, accidentally.

He wrapped his arm around her and she felt so warm, so safe in his embrace.

They had known each other for 3 years now, Harry had Sarah, Ron and Hermione by his side.

'The boy who lived' isn't a term Harry likes to be known as. He's just Harry, a 13 year old boy who has the best friends he could ask for.

Maybe it wasn't a tiny crush.

Is it normal for a boy to make you blush so much and feel butterflies in your stomach? She thought.

Who knows, maybe its more than a crush?

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The Next morning, she noticed that Harry was still sleeping.

Sarah looked at him in awe.

"Harry wake up" The girl gently shook him, making sure you aren't being to harsh which was much different from when Hermione woke her up or she woke Hermione up.

He didn't wake up and Sarah got slightly irritated since she was used to Hermione waking up at once.

"Harry for goodness sakes wake up!" Sarah shook him more aggressively.

No response.

"I'm leaving" she muttered jokingly when she felt a hand on her wrist to stop you from moving.

"I'm awake now" He let go of her wrist.

He blushed a bit, turning away to hide his smile when he thought about them falling asleep in each other's arms.

Soon, once they were ready (Sarah went to the bathroom to change while Harry changed in his bedroom), those two held hands while walking down the stairs to see the Dursley's yet again.

"Uncle Vernon... Er... will you sign this form?" Harry mumbled awkwardly, doubting the fact Vernon would ever sign it.

"We'll see, remember your job and that girl. The. Dishes. Now move away I'll be off to get Marge." The man said, his face growing more purple, like it was going to explode.