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Love is blind, And they can't see what I see, You're still the girl who set me free.
A L B U S
I remember the first time I ever saw her.
Of course I do.
I don't think I'll ever forget it.
I was young, maybe six, maybe seven. I'm not sure.
It was autumn, and me and my family were going to visit some old friends of my parents.
We were driving there. I remember that. James kept making funny faces at five year old Lily, and laughing at me. My dad and mum were talking together, and I was just sitting in the back quietly, staring out of the window.
I saw them first.
A family of three, a blonde woman with a pretty smile, a tall man with the slightly bits of grey showing in his dark brown hair, and a young girl.
I remember feeling disappointed.
She wasn't what I was expecting. I expected her to be short and small, and with long silky hair. That was the way I thought all girls looked, then.
But she was tall, taller than me, and her hair was frizzy and stuck up everywhere.
I remember wondering if she ever brushed it.
I remember the way one single scarlet leaf fell on her dark coat, a splash of colour against the stark black. I remember thinking how pretty that was, that single leaf on the shoulder of her coat.
I remember too many little things from that day. In my head, it isn't one picture, it's dozens.
Dozens of tiny snapshots. Her hair, her coat, the way she held onto her dad's hand. The way her mum stroked her daughter's hair with one hand. The way that when she chewed on her lip nervously, you could see she had two of her front teeth missing.
I remember that her house had a gravel drive away, and when I stepped out of the car, the gravel crunched under my trainers, and that sound seemed louder than anything in the world.
My dad stepped forwards, and he started talking to her parents, a meaningless blur of have you heard about Oliver Wood? He's captain of some famous team now, and how have you been?
Then my dad looked down at me and patted my head, then smiled at the girl. 'Sweetie, this is my good friend Dean's daughter, Piper. Piper, this is my son, Albus, and these are my other children, Lily and James.'
Piper smiled.
I remember thinking Piper was a strange name to have. Wasn't a pipe an instrument? Maybe she played the pipe.
I don't remember who said something first. I just remember someone did, and then just like that, we decided we liked each other.
And that was that.
I stopped being just Albus, and I became Albus with a little bit of Piper.
An average person with just a sprinkle of extraordinary in the form of a girl.
Wow. Pretty pleased with this, actually! Even though it's short. I'm sorry.
