Witch Next Door

Boys Next Door

The small car drove into small town of Little Whinging, boxes tied to the top of the car. As the old car drove along the boxes bounced slightly, threatening to suddenly slip through the ties. Aaralyn Rabanal watched from the back seat of her parents car, her eyes peeking at the level of the window as her parents' car turned onto Privet Drive.

The young girl's blue eyes quickly took in all of the houses that were passing by. All of them looked the same to her young mind, no true apparent differences. Her father pulled into the drive of number six, stopping the car hard. There was a motion from the front and a loud thump as one of the smaller items fell forward and landed on the hood of the car.

Aaralyn felt herself jump her eyes turning suddenly towards the front end. Her mouth opened up. "What happened?"

"Something came lose," her father stated.

Her mother turned up her nose a bit. "I told you it wouldn't hold."

"And I told you it would hold until we got here," the man laughed, his brown mustache and gotee bobbing slightly.

"You get a new job, we move to a new place and you still can't be serious?" the woman asked firmly. "This is a chance for us to have a fresh start. No one knows us here."

At that, Aaralyn grabbed the door handle and popped her door open, quickly getting out. She stepped out of the car, shutting the door. She quickly moved in a circle around the car, only to have her mother open her own door to stop her, prior to her getting back to her passenger side door. She glanced up at her mother's stern face.

"Little girl's shouldn't be running around," the woman grumbled. "The movers will be here soon."

At that, her father stepped out and simply headed for the front door, unlocking it as he did so. "You'll love your new primary school."

The small girl curled up her lip a bit. "It's near the end of the school year... I shan't be able to make friends again."

"I am sorry pumpkin, but we had to move," Mr. Rabanal said as the door clicked open. The small girl glanced back at her mother, before sliding through the doorway. She glanced around the empty house, her lip pouting with frustration. As soon as she saw the stairs, she hurried up them. She hurried back to the stairs and opened her mouth. "Which room is going to be mine?"

"The door to your right as you go up the stairs," came her mother's voice a few minutes later. The woman started up the stairs before saying anything. "No yelling in the house."

At that, the small girl hurried to her window and opened it with relish. Aarylyn stuck her head out, and saw a dark haired boy around her age or a couple of years younger working in the garden, sweeping debris from the stone path. A smile spread on her face at the thought of having someone living next door. "Hello!"

Her mother came suddenly from behind her and pulled hard on the back of her daughters dress. "Inside, now..." the woman hissed. "That is not proper behavior for a young lady."

At that, Aarylyn let out half of a deep sigh, stopping as soon as she saw her mother's stern face. It was time to back down.

M

The person who did nearly all the chores around the Dursley house happened to be their nephew, Harry Potter. The exception to the rule lay in his Aunt Petunia's flower gardens. To her, that wasn't a chor, but a thing of pride, something her horrid nephew would ruin if touched. Despite this, she would still have him sweep up the stone path out back as this was something he definitely could not mess up.

As he swept away, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the house to the south. Glancing up, he thought he saw someone in the window. The image he possibly saw only lasted for a few minutes, so he personally had his own doubts that someone had been there. The house had been vacant since the little old lady next door passed away.