Chapter 7
Harry had been sitting at the park for about twenty minutes, just watching the people buzz around their normal lives. When a silver Sudan pulled up, Harry did not pay much attention to it. He was absorbed in the muggle couple sitting a few meters off from him and seemed too distracted by each other's mouths to pay attention to the small boy on the rusty swing set.
The gravel on the ground, ground together with the patter of footsteps, the swing creaked as someone lowered themselves onto the seat next to Harry. He looked over at the girl sitting next to him, she had a halo of brown frizzy curls and mocha coloured skin, it was Hermione!
He stretched his hand out and smiled as charming as he could,”Hi, my names Harry!” Hermione reached out her small hand to meet his tanned one.
“My name is Hermione,” the girl said as she shaken his hand. It felt like fate had brought them together again like Harry was destined to meet her again in every lifetime. She smiled at him in the nervous way of a child who did not have many friends if any at all. Harry was already formulating a plan in his mind on how he would save this little girl from what would have been a childhood full of deceit and manipulation. Dumbledore had been pulling the strings in his life for years and by result, the people he loved got affected as a result. He wanted to protect everyone he loved, even if it meant destroying others to achieve it.
“Do you want to play with me?” Harry asked purposefully filling his voice with as much childish wonder as possible. He wanted to test how mature Hermione was for her age.
Hermione looked at him like he was a puzzle that she was trying to figure out. Harry could tell that she had a glimmer of hope in her chocolate brown eyes. Hermione had told him, years after graduation that when she was little no one would play with her as a young child. Harry knew that she would be distrusting toward him.
“I don't want to play, right now but thank you,” Hermione said in a posh voice for a 5-year-old child. Harry smiled, there was the Hermione that he knew.
“That's fine, we can just swing together for a little while!” Harry said, forcing as much sunshine through his voice as possible. Hermione looked surprised before she turned her head forward so she was no longer looking at Harry and started pumping her legs to make herself swing higher. It was ent much Harry thought but it was a start…
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Weeks passed and Hermonie grew to trust the strange boy from the park Harry she amended mentally. He was smart, smarter than her, she would say. Sometimes when they were talking it would seem more like she was talking to an adult than a child. He started talking about running away about two weeks back, and as much as it pains her to admit, she was slowly coming around to the idea.
Ok, I’m going to do this, I’m going to tell him I want to go Hermione steeled herself on the walk to there swings. Harry was already there. He raised his hand in greeting.
“I want to run away with you” The words rushed out of Hermione's mouth the second she sat down
Harry looked over at her. “Are you sure?” Hermione nodded her head furiously, curls bouncing all around her face. A grin spread across Harrys, face and Hermione knew that she made the rght decision, He was where she belonged.