0.1 - You didn't think she was dead, did you?
She would’ve gotten out of the dumpster in the blink of an eye if it weren’t for the mounds of litter and being tied up in ropes and duct tape. She heard noises, strangers bustling, bells ringing, and children wailing as parents refused to buy things they wanted. She knew no one was going to help her get out of the disgusting place, so she used her elbows and knees to crawl on top of the mound, hoping to get a whiff of fresh air.
“Hello?” said someone outside of the dumpster.
“Help me!” Was the words she tried to say, yet muffled sounds came out from her duct tape-covered mouth. At least that was enough for the person to dive in and help her out.
Then the person untied her legs and hands, letting her rip off the duct tape on her eyes and mouth, but not without a yelp of pain.
“Jesus, that hurt like the Cyclopes!” She rubbed her unfortunate eyes and mouth after being covered with duct tape.
“Cyclopes?”
She opened her eyes to see a skinny boy in front of her, with a lightning bolt-shaped scar on the center of his forehead, wearing pants and a striped shirt that was now both smelly and filthy.
“Cool scar.” She leaned against the dumpster.
“How did you get here?” He pulled out a wooden stick, as if ready to strike.
She was going to say something; anything, but her mind was blank. How did she get here? And why? It was mind-numbing to her.
“Come with me.” The boy spoke up. “You probably need a bath after being in that skip.”
“Like this skip?” She raised her eyebrow and skipped towards the boy.
“No,” He laughed in embarrassment, “I meant the *skip*.” He gestured to the massive green dumpster that was full of trash bags and wasted food.
“Lead the way, then, Mister… She threw the ropes she’d been tied up with and the duct tapes her eyes and mouth had been covered with in the dumpster (or skip).
“You can call me Harry.” He lifted his round eyeglasses to the top of his nose bridge, waving his other hand in the air to filter out the disgusting smell of them both, and the dumpster. “Harry Potter.”
“And I’m…” She stared at the bricked ground.
“You don’t remember your name, do you?”
“No, I don’t.”