Hi, all! So I decided to take a break from the rest of my stories and write this cute little one-shot that I thought of just a few minutes ago. Oh, and for extra information, I'm soon going to be co-writing another fanfiction with Harmony Goldstar, so I hope you'll read that as well. Please check out some of her stuff!

Harry doesn't talk as much like a little kid because of his home life... Just so that I don't get any flames about that.

Anyways, enjoy!

"HARRY!"

A five year old Harry Potter quickly shut his book and scrambled out of his closet under the stairs, avoiding various cobwebs in the process. Whenever someone yelled for him like that, it was never good. He poked his head cautiously around the corner.

"Yes, Auntie?"

"Get over here and put your jacket and trainers on. I'm taking Dudders to the park."

"But why me?" He asked quietly and froze, immediately regretting his words. He cringed, waiting for the lash that was sure to come.

But the blow didn't come. Instead, he heard Aunt Petunia sigh.

"Because Vernon is at work and I can't find a babysitter! Now not another word!"

Harry ducked his head and followed his relatives meekly out the door, Dudley turning back and sticking out his tongue at him. He pretended he hadn't seen him, instead staring down at his shoes.

Ten long minutes later, they arrived at the park. Aunt Petunia brusquely led the two boys over to one of the park benches. Setting down her purse, she took Dudley's coat and laid it on top. As soon as her hands were free, she turned her glare onto the unfortunate tagalong.

"Sit here. Don't get up. I'm going to be over there," she said, pointing to a bench near the climbing apparatus. "Don't think I'm not watching."

Harry nodded, sitting as he was told. The bench was cold and uncomfortable. Harry scooted back so that he was against the back of the bench, his legs dangling over the edge. He swung them back and forth, breathing in the crisp fall air. He closed his eyes, pretending that he was with friends, that they were there with him, and that he didn't have to obey his aunt. He was deep into his daydream when he heard a small giggle from in front of him. He opened his eyes. A small brown-haired girl was standing in front him.

"Hewo! What's your name?" She asked excitedly.

Harry quickly glanced over at his aunt, making sure that she wasn't watching before replying in a hushed tone, "Harry. Harry Potter."

"Hawy! Can you play with me?"

Again, Harry shot a look at Petunia, who was still watching Dudley like a hawk. "I can't. I have to stay here," he told the girl quietly.

"Why?"

"Auntie. She told me I had to."

"That's not vewy nice! I'm going to go talk to Mommy and Daddy!"

"No, don't!" Harry whisper-cried out, but the girl had already left.

"Mommy, Daddy? There's a boy over there who doesn't seem happy," the girl pouted to her parents, pointing to Harry.

"Is that so? Why not?" Her mother asked gently.

"His auntie told him to sit there."

"Who's his auntie?"

"He didn't tell me. His name's Hawy Potter."

Her mother looked over at the lonesome boy. She observed how his gaze kept flicking back to the sour-faced woman on the other side of the playground. "Okay, sweetie. Mommy's going to try to help him, okay?

The girl nodded as her mother crossed the playground.

"Excuse me Mrs. . . ."

Aunt Petunia glanced up sharply at the other woman. "Dursley. Petunia Dursley."

"Mrs. Dursley. My daughter noticed that your son was sitting by himself over there. She was wondering if he could play with her. She was very insistent."

"And you are?" Petunia asked suspiciously.

"Ellie Granger. This is my daughter here," she said, resting her hand on her daughter's head, who had come to stand by her mother.

She looked up at the sour-faced woman with her best puppy dog eyes. "Pwetty Please?"

Petunia sighed, not taking her eyes off of Dudley. "Fine. And he's not my son. He's my nephew."

This passed over the young girl, who jumped up and down before running over to the black-haired boy on the bench.

"HAWY! YOU CAN PLAY WITH ME!"

Harry jumped. His eyes widened at the sight of the girl running towards him. He couldn't believe his ears. Was this some cruel trick? He looked around frantically, searching for any sign of a joke. His eyes fell on who he assumed was the girl's mother. She nodded before walking back toward her husband.

Scooting off the bench, he landed on his feet with a thump. He turned to his young savior. "Thank you," he told her. "What's your name?"

The girl screwed her face tight in concentration. "I can't pwo- I can't pwonounce it. Her- Hermy- Herminny?" She guessed. "I'm five!" She said, holding out a hand with fingers outstretched.

Harry smiled at the girl. "I'll call you Minny. I'm five too!"

The girl Harry called Minny smiled as well. "Follow me!"

Harry ran after her, nearly catching her as she ran away. Suddenly she stopped abruptly. "I know! Let's play witches!" She picked up a small stick from the ground. "This is your wand." She searched for a little longer and found a larger stick. "And this is your bwoomstick!"

As she searched for a 'wand' and 'broomstick' of her own, Harry started to protest. "I can't be a witch! I'm a boy!"

"Fine. You can be a wizard!"

Harry smiled at his friend as he straddled his 'broomstick' and grabbed his 'wand' in one hand. "Okay!"

Minny laughed. "Bet you can't catch me!"

"Bet I can!"

"Fweeze!" She yelled, pointing her 'wand' at him.

"HEY! That's not fair! Unfreeze!"

Finally, they collapsed on the grass at the other side of the park, their 'wands' and 'broomsticks' nearby.

Harry lay flat on the ground completely exhausted while Minny made a daisy chain.

"That was more fun than I've had in a long time!" Harry exclaimed.

Minny finished her daisy chain, forming it into a circle. She leaned over and put it on Harry's head.

"What's that for?" He asked, bewildered.

"You're my fwend, wight?"

Harry froze, stunned. He hadn't had a friend before. "Yes, I am," he realized. "I am your friend."

"Good." Minny leaned over again and kissed his cheek before pulling back. They looked at each other for a moment and started laughing.

"HARRY! WE'RE LEAVING NOW!" Petunia called to her nephew.

"Coming, Auntie!"

Harry ran up to her on his 'broomstick' with his 'wand' in his hand and the daisy chain in his hair. "Look Auntie! I'm a wizard!"

Aunt Petunia turned chalk white. She stared at him wide-eyed before grabbing his wrist harshly and dragging him away.

"Now, now, there will be no more fantasies of yours." She took the sticks and broke them both. "Now come along, it's time we got home."

Harry wasn't listening. He looked once more over his shoulder at the girl he had found solace in, even if it was only for an hour or two. He smiled, and she waved back.

"Bye-bye, Hawy! I had fun!"

He broke into a grin, unable to contain himself any longer.

Before his aunt dragged him back to his life under the cupboard, he yelled out a few more words to her.

I did too!

Please review- I wrote this at- well- it was midnight when I started and it's now 1:37 am, so . . . yeah. I hope you liked it!

Oh, and just to let you know, 'trainers' is the British word for 'sneakers.'