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The weather was warm and the sun was shining the next day as Harry stood anxiously in the park. He glanced down at his watch again. 9:57. A minute had passed but it felt like an hour. Heart thrumming against his ribcage he scanned the park for any sign of his new friend. Nothing. For the tenth time that day, Harry analysed his clothing choice; a white v - neck t-shirt with the designer name printed over the front, blue jeans, and white converse trainers. He smiled; for once everything actually fit – the t-shirt showed off the muscles he had acquired through quidditch, and the jeans were tight around his legs.

Harry had had to wear hand me downs all his life; the Dursley's never bought him any of his own clothes, preferring to give him Dudley's old ones instead as he "cost them too much money already". However, all that had changed over the summer, after Aunt Petunia had had an 'enlightening' conversation with a neighbour.

"So Petunia," Mrs Anderson squawked as she stuck her head over the fence on a particularly sunny day. Petunia looked up from where she had been watering her plants; her delinquent nephew was at his freak school which meant it was up to her to do the daily household chores. Seeing she had the attention she desired, Mrs Anderson continued,

"Having money problems?" she commented snidely. Petunia rose from where she had been kneeling and made her way over to the fence the Dursley's shared with the Anderson's.

"Excuse me?" Petunia questioned, disbelief colouring her words. Mrs Anderson smirked before continuing.

"Well, I was looking out the window the other day, and I couldn't help but notice your nephew dressed in what seemed like hand me downs. Can't afford new clothes anymore?" she smiled sickly.

Petunia spluttered indignantly before replying. "Vernon and I are quite well off you know. In fact, Vernon had recently been promoted, which has tripled his salary." That was a lie of course.

Mrs Anderson smiled knowingly before bidding Petunia a farewell with a fake smile, leaving Petunia with a startling conclusion. 'We've got to buy the freak clothes.'

Harry's grin strained his cheeks as he re called the utter distaste on Aunt Petunias' face as she gave him her credit card at the shopping centre. His smile stretched even more as he saw Katy enter the park.

She was wearing dark jeans with a blue t-shirt that had some kind of cartoon character on it. He smiled when he noticed she was wearing white converse.

"Snap" he called out as she approached, holding out his foot. Katy laughed and lifted her own foot to tap against his. He grinned at her laugh.

"So where we headed?" Harry asked eagerly, excited to finally have some company.

"I don't know. Why don't we walk round and see if we find something that takes our fancy?" she smiled. Harry blinked. Katy was so different to his other friends. If he was going out with Hermione and Ron, everything would have been planned on a minute by minute basis. This was so…. refreshing.

"You sound optimistic about finding something exciting in Little Whinging," he noted.

"Well, we'll just have to make it exciting won't we," she answered, a glint in her eyes. Harry laughed.

"Lead the way," Harry proclaimed, holding out his arm. Katy rolled her eyes before wrapping her own around it. Shoving his taken hand into his pocket, he allowed Katy to pull him towards the towns centre.

They exchanged small talk as they walked, or as Harry was dragged. He regretted letting her take his arm now; she was surprisingly strong for a girl of her height. As they walked, Katy kept up a constant stream of chatter about things which should have bored Harry to death, but instead he found himself captivated by Katy's every word, which were punctuated with wild gestures with her free hand and hilarious facial expressions. Giving up on their mission to find something to do, the pair walked to a playing field and flopped themselves down, keeping a constant stream of anecdotes and gentle teasing flowing between them, completely oblivious to the other people enjoying the sunny day around them.

It was around 1'o clock. Harry was lying on his back with Katy's head resting on his outstretched arm. Katy had just recounted a hysterical story about her younger self, and both of their bodies were shaking with laughter. Harry's tears stained his cheeks and his mouth was wide open in silent laughter. Katy had curled herself into his side, and was clutching his t-shirt as she laughed silently, her own tears staining his shirt. As the laughter subsided, Harry looked over to Katy and grinned.

"I'm glad you sat with me on the swings yesterday."

"I'm glad too."

I hope you enjoyed that, short as it was. Reviews are very much appreciated