Harry lay awake on his bed, his arms are folded under his head and the world around him looked slightly fuzzy without his glasses.

He just finished writing the reply letters to his best friends, Ron and hermione. To harry's pleasure, they got together last year. He was delighted about it, after dallying for year's it finally happened.

His room is a little messy and thankfully none of the Dursleys bothered him today. He just left his untidy clothes behind the door and The Daily Prophet hurled across the room out of his anger.

It said
HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE? 'If in case he ever loses his attention daily prophet wouldn't fail to gain that' harry sighed heavily messing his hair.

Also,
SCRIMGEOUR SUCCEEDS FUDGE.

Harry thought that it's a good thing Cornelius Fudge is out of the picture. But Scrimgeour? He doesn't know. Well, he knew that he's the Head of the Auror Department prior. If Dumbledore approves then it could be good.

He rested for some time without letting any thoughts mess his head. Out of nowhere, his mind wandered to a certain redhead.

It's been quite a few days since he saw that girl. He found himself staring more at the streets and sitting on the front porch. Is it because of the girl or because he's bored, he didn't want to figure. One thing is for sure, if he sees that girl again it'll definitely light up his mood.

After harry woke up from his quick nap he decided to take a walk. He grabbed his coat and strolled out of the house noticing no one's inside. That's a relief' he thought.

The streets aren't crowded so harry enjoyed the fresh air and freedom. He reached the playground only to find it clear.

Harry casually sat on the swing set. After a couple of minutes, he heard voices approaching. "Damn" he hissed and immediately ducked behind the wall nearby.

He currently didn't know who he is hiding from or why? At that moment he didn't want to face anyone...anyone except...

"Yeah!" He heard a girl squeal "Clint is being a douche bag. I can't deal with him anymore" some girls giggled.

Harry bent a little eagerly. He saw a group of girls chattering near the swing set he just vacated.

In the middle of that group, he saw that girl! He rubbed his eyes in case if he's picturing. But no, she's right there looking stunning as before but she doesn't look happy or interested in the conversation going with her friends.

Abruptly he heard a voice which is so familiar "hey! Here is my girlfriend" sang Dudley pointing to the redhead girl. 'I don't know what else to call her. I don't know her name' harry thought.

Harry's heart sank. She is Dudley's girlfriend? Oh, is that why he didn't say a word to her back that day? 'Even though why am I going all moody?' Harry questioned himself but couldn't dare to answer.

"Call me that again and I wouldn't hesitate to kick you to another dimension" she warned scowling at him.

'Wait does that mean-' harry's thoughts interrupted.

"Come on now, that will happen soon and you know that" Dudley smirked at her.

She scoffed "never" she simply said.

"Oh, Dudley's the best, you should accept him." Her girl friends squealed.

Harry rolled his eyes "best? Seriously?" He thought.

"Argh! I'm leaving" she groaned and walked away.

Glad to know she doesn't like him.
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Just trying to tell you that Dudley also likes ginny.
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