Death Eater Spawn

The boy who lived, and me

I was coming home to the orphanage, after spending most of the day playing at the local park, when I accidentally bumped into a scrawny boy with black hair and glasses.
"Sorry" I muttered politely.
"No, it's my fault" replied the boy.
I smiled and held out my hand to the boy. "My name is Zoe Rosier. What's your name?".
"Harry Potter" he answered.
"What are you doing here Harry?" I asked.
"My Aunt and Uncle want to adopt someone from the orphanage" answered Harry.
"Really?" I said looking over at the people behind him.
The man was very fat, and had a silly looking moustache. The woman was the complete opposite, she was very thin and tall, she also had an unusually long neck. They both looked cruel, and neither were even trying to hide their disgust at being in an orphanage. Which is what most potenial adoptive parents did, when they came to visit the care home.

"They don't look like the type of people who would normally adopt" I commented.
Harry looked away from me, and I could tell that he wasn't telling me the truth. After spending my whole life in care, I had become good at spotting when I was being lied to.
"Why do you live with your aunt and uncle?" I questioned.
"My parents died in a car crash when I was a baby. I've lived with my aunt and uncle my whole life" he said sadly.

"Well you know more about your parents than I do. Mine left me at the orphanage doorstep, with nothing but a silver necklace, and a note with my name on.
They could be dead or alive for all I know. But I don't care, I'm better off without them" I replied.
This was not completely true. I lived a very lonely life, most of the other kids at the orphanage didn't like me, and the children at school didn't like hanging out with orphans, because we were different.
I wasn't a normal child, I was only 9 years old, but I realised that I was different to other children. I could do things that they couldn't... I was a freak. The teachers could never prove it, but strange things always seemed to happen around me.

Like the time one of the school bullies, Charlotte, was teasing me in the classroom, and the window behind her suddenly shattered, cutting her with small pieces of glass, and leaving me unharmed.
The teachers had questioned me for days, demanding to know what had happened, but I couldn't explain it.

I looked at the small boy in front of me, he was wearing clothes that seemed to be far too big for him, and he wore an expression on his face that you didn't see on other kids. It was a mixture of pain and fear, it was an expression that the kids in the orphanage used, including me.
We live a harsh life, that normal children could never understand.
So I decided that I wanted to become friends with this boy, as I had none of my own.
"How old are you Harry?" I asked.
"I turned 10 last week" Harry answered.
I frowned, this meant that Harry would be in the year above me at school, as my birthday was in September.
"I'm 9, but I will be 10 on the 17th of September" I told him.

Harry smiled, and I felt brave enough to ask him the real reason that his aunt and uncle were here today. His answer shocked me.
"I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone else. They're here because of me. They wanted to show me how horrible it was in an orphanage, so that I behave myself better at home" he whispered.
"That's terrible... They don't seem like nice people" I said.
Harry shook his head. "They're not. But I don't have any other family members to live with".
"I see... Where did you get your scar Harry?" I asked, pointing at the red scar on his forehead.
It was cool lightning bolt shape, and it looked really out of place on his body. Harry moved his hair so that it covered the scar, and I could tell that he was embarrassed by it.

"I got it in the car crash that killed my parents" he mumbled.
I nodded. "You don't have to be embarrassed by it. I think it's cool".
Harry gave me a big cheesy grin. "Thank you... Why don't I recognise you from school, don't you go to the local one?".
I looked at the floor awkwardly. "Err no. I used to go there, but I got expelled in year 3".
"Oh... Do you have a lot of friends in your new school?"
I shook my head. "No, the other kids think I'm weird".
"Me too"
"Do you want to be my friend Harry?".
Harry thought for a second, and I was terrified that he was going to say no.
"Yes, I would like to be your friend Zoe" he replied.
I sighed and smiled at him happily. I had made my first friend, and I was excited about the prospect of not being alone anymore.

And that was how I became friends with the famous Harry Potter. But back then, we were just two lonely kids, who everyone thought was a bit weird. But we found comfort in each other, and enjoyed spending time together.