Kathleen Gryffon; A Harry Potter Love Story; Kathleery

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A/N: Disclaimer! The only people who belong to me are Kathleen Gryffon and her family. The rest of the characters in the lovely book belong to the wonderful one and only J.K. Rowling.

I am sorry if I use an other person's ide

Please couninue on and read. I hope you enjot! ;)-Maya

Hi! My name is Kathleen Gryffon. I live on number 5 Privet Drive. Privet Drive is  in the village of Little Whinging, which was located in the county of Surrey, near London in the southeast of England. My neighborhood consists of a number of almost exact replications of my house — row upon row of executive houses for executive people. I live right next door to the Dursleys. They are horrid! One time they invited my mum and I over for dinner. Back then I was six. Mum could not make it (like always) so it was just me.

I think that Dudley told his parents that he was dating me because he called me babe many times that dinner and tried to told my hand. While his parents were in the other room he even tried to kiss me! Gross! Dudley is foul.

Upon our neighborhood there has been rumors that the Dursleys keep a boy my age in their house. The night that I went over for dinner at the Dursleys I went upstairs to use the bathroom. I actually saw the boy! The room in my window faces Dudley's paly room, so we made plans  that he would go here at three in the morning and I would be waiting for him in my room.

I found out that his name is Harry Potter, that his parents died in a car crash and that his aunt, Petunia, and his uncle ,Vernon, make him sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. Meeting up like this became a regular thing until one night we set up a rope ladder hanging from my window. The house are so close that if harry and I both leaned all the way out we could touch each other's hands.

So every night I would hand him the other end of the rope ladder and he would attach it to Dudley window then climb across the ladder Harry would climb across the rope ladder to my room and in the morning the would take the rope ladder off his window and it would hang down from my widow like nothing ever happened. Harry then started coming my room at ten because his family goes to bed at nine which is abnormally early.

I learned more and more from him every night like we both have the same birthday! July 31st, 1980!!! Isn't that just so crazy?!?!? Harry is older than me though! I was born at12:31 in the morning while Harry was born at 12:30 in the morning.

As Harry and I grew closer the more I stated to realize how handsome he got. He has  brown hair with dark blue eyes that if you stare at  them long enough you could get lost in them. Trust me I know because we have spent countless long nights just staring into each other's eyes on end.

On our tenth birthday Harry was in my room with me. Once it the clock turned to midnight we threw ourselves a little mini party. Then Harry leaned in closed and gave me a quick peck on  the lips. It was not at all like when Dudley tried to make a move on me. Harry's breathe smelled like mint and not beef like Dudley's mouth did.

As quickly as it happened it had ended. Harry looked down at his feet, "Sorry..." He mumbled. I lifted of his chin and pecked his lips," You don't have to be sorry." I said back," I like you too. I actually have for a long time." Now it was my turn to look down at my feet. He looked up at me with a looked of joy and surprise in his eyes.

After that he left. I didn't see him until September 1st. I thought that he never wanted to see me again."You know how you said you liked me....." Harry said as he was coming through the window. I just nodded."Well...in that case would you like to be my girlfriend?" Harry asked. I just bit my lip and said yes.

That is the story of how Harry and I got together.

"My dad died long ago." I told harry one time. My dad who I found out from some papers my mum had was named Buckulous Gryffon. When I was about three years old my dad died of something unknown to me. My mum probably knows, but she has not talked about my dad since I was four years old.

I do have one memory of my dad.

Flashback

I was with a boy who sort of looked like Harry. He also had brown hair and dark blue eyes. I was with my dad who looked exactly like me and a women and a man who must have been The little boy's parents. That little boy was hot and I was just string into his eyes. Then we hugged and held hands and my dad was joking around about how we are perfect for each other.

End of Flashback

Now my mum is always at work trying to make more money and give me a better life. Sometimes I don't see her for two months at a time. She always gets up and leaves for work before I wake up and while I'm talking to Harry she comes home. Not once in the five years that Harry has been coming to my room has she came in to check on me at night.