Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for those I have created. I have been sitting on this story for a while now and have decided to finally write it down. It goes back to Harry's fifth year.

Destiny Sa 16+.

Harry Potter lay on his bed at Number 4 Privet Drive staring at the ceiling in a kind of stupor. He had been laying there for hours thinking about what was happening in the wizarding world now that Voldemort had returned. Nobody seemed to want to tell him anything, Ron and Hermione’s letters contained useless information that he did not care about. He thought that maybe Sirius would at least enlighten him, but no his letter’s were just as empty as his friends. The Daily Prophet too was sweetly ignoring Voldermort’s return, no doubt from Fudge’s influence. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but he was constantly having nightmares about that night in the graveyard and he just didn’t want to relive that night anymore. He got up off his bed and started pacing the room, he was sick of feeling the fear and tension, sick of seeing Cedric Diggory’s lifeless body and hearing the jeers and heckling from the Death Eaters as Voldermort tortured and tried to kill him. He wished he could just run away from all this, but where we would he go and he knew deep down in his heart that he would never leave his friends and his godfather no matter how angry he was with them at the moment, but he’d had enough he just didn’t want to be himself anymore.

He needed some air he crossed the room and let himself out the door, went downstairs his Aunt and Uncle were in the living room watching television, not wanting to speak to the them he opened the front door and went outside. He started walking down Privet Drive and automatically headed over to the nearby park, he sat down on one of the swings this was the fourth day in a row he had come to the park and this was the fourth day in a row that he’d noticed the same girl sitting under a tree on the other side of the park apparently reading a book. Was it just coincidence that she was there, it could be that she like him just wanted to get outside and go to the park for fresh air, he did not believe this, for some reason he had the feeling she was there because of him. He did not go over to her, maybe he was wrong but he didn’t think so he’d wait to see what would happen in the next couple of days.

The girl sat there watching him from behind her book he looked so sad sitting there by himself, she longed to go over there and talk to him, but she knew she would get into trouble if anybody found out that she had spoken to him. He wasn’t supposed to have any magical contact at the moment, it was a shame that she wasn’t allowed to talk to him they actually had a lot in common and her life like his had been affected by Voldermort.

She leant back against the tree and sighed remembering the story her aunt’s had told her five years ago. Her mother Nicole had been a witch and a very good one too, or so her aunt’s had said. When she was at Hogwarts her very best friend in the world was a young girl by the name of Lily Evans, they were inseparable at school and when they left Hogwarts they remained good friends. Nicole was Lily’s matron of honour when she married James and when Nicole married her muggle neighbour Jack Taylor; Lily was her matron of honour. They kept in close contact with each other, speaking daily and going out together once a week. They both fell pregnant at the same time although Nicole’s baby was four weeks premature, giving birth to a baby girl on the 1st July. Lily gave birth to a baby boy on the 31st July. They were so happy, they both had everything they could ever want, two loving husbands and two bundles of joy, their lives were set.

Then it all changed just over a year later, the Potter’s had to go into hiding from Voldermort and on Halloween’s night Nicole had found out that there was a traitor amongst their friends who was passing information to Voldermort. She set out at once to the Potter’s to warn them but she was ambushed by Voldermort’s Death Eaters and killed before she reached the Potter’s house. Jack Taylor was devastated the by the loss of his wife and was never the same afterwards, he looked after his daughter the best he could, but the light had gone from his life, one thing he was adamant about though, his daughter was to have nothing to do with magic he wasn’t going to lose another loved one to that dangerous life.

A movement out of the corner of her eye brought her out of her reverie; she looked over and saw that Harry was leaving. She watched him go with frustration if only she could talk to him, it wasn’t fair she had wanted to meet Harry Potter ever since her aunt’s had told her the story of mother and the Potter’s on that fateful night.


The next morning the girl was back again sitting on the garden wall of Number 8 Privet Drive watching the house down the road, she had decided last night that if she got the chance she was going to talk to him. She sat there for another hour waiting, and then she saw him coming out of the house, cross the yard and head down the road in the opposite direction. She got up from the wall and started following him, she quickened her stride so as not to lose him, he turned into an alleyway she ran the last few feet and stuck her head around a garden hedge to look into the alleyway but he wasn’t there. She ran the length of the alley and stopped at the end looking left and right but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Where did he go?” She wondered

“Looking for someone?” Asked a voice from behind her, she jumped with fright and turned to look behind her.

“Why have you been following me?” He asked her with an accusing stare and his hand was clutching something that was tucked inside his jeans.

“I – I’m not following you, I um I was looking for my dog,” she stammered.

“You have been at the park everyday that I have been there and now you’re following me,” he accused her.

She stared at him at a loss for words, how did he know she was at the park, she didn’t think he saw her he always seemed too preoccupied to notice anything.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, I just wanted to talk to you,” she said, eyeing him carefully. “And I would appreciate it if you would take your hand off your wand, I’m not going to attack you.”

Harry looked at her in surprise he certainly hadn’t been expecting that.

“So you’re a witch,” he stated.

“Yes I am,” she said simply.

“How come I’ve never seen you before, do you go to a different school?” He asked suspiciously.

“Look I’ll tell you everything you want to know, just please take your hand off your wand, I am unarmed.” And she lifted her hands in the air and turned on the spot to show him that she was not carrying a wand. He took his hand away from the top of his jeans, but he eyed her warily.

“Why don’t we go over to the park and we can talk there,” she said, pointing towards the park.

“Okay,” he said slowly.

They started off towards the park walking in silence Harry kept checking her out of the corner of his eye ready for any sudden movements she might make. They walked through the gates to the park and made their way over to the swings, she sat down on one and looked up at him.

“I’m not going to bite, you can sit down you know” she said with a smile. He hesitated for a moment and then slowly sat down on the other swing.

“I’m Sarina by the way – Sarina Taylor,” she declared and held out her hand.

Harry shook her hand and said, “I’m Harry Potter.”

“Yes I know who you are of course, I’ve heard all about you, s’pose you get sick of hearing that,” she giggled.

“Yeah just a bit,” he mumbled.

“So what is it you want to know Harry?” Sarina asked him.

“Do you live around here?”

“No, I’m staying with a relative for the summer,” she answered.

“Where do you go to school?” Harry wanted to know.

“Well I’ve actually done my studies from home for the past four years,” she stated.

“How did you manage that?” He asked, amazed.

“Well it’s a long story actually,” she said, and she told him the story of her parents and his parents. After ten minutes she finished, Harry sat there with his mouth open.

“So you’re parents and my parents were friends, nobody ever told me that story,” he said.

“No I suppose they didn’t feel the need, after my mother died my father moved us out of the home and moved us to the other side of the country,” she said with a sad smile. “He wanted to make sure we were far away from the magical community as possible.”

Harry shook his head trying to take it all in, Sarina continued with her story.

“My father knew I would be a witch, but he wasn’t going to let me anywhere near magic if he could help it. After what happened to mum he thought that magic was dangerous, so of course when I got my letter for Hogwarts he forbade me to go.”

“He wouldn’t let you go, he sounds like my aunt and uncle,” Harry said.

“He was just trying to protect me, I was all he had left and I don’t think he could bear it if anything happened to me like my mum,” she whispered.

“So you’ve been studying magic from your home?” Harry asked, amazed.

“Yeah – the first time I met my two aunties was when they found out that I wouldn’t be going to Hogwarts. They came over to our house and demanded that my father let me go to school. That’s when they told me the story of my mother and your parents and you. Since that time I have wanted to meet you.” She looked away, her face going red with embarrassment. Harry sat there not really knowing what to say.

Sarina cleared her throat and continued with her story.

“My aunts were not going to take this lying down. They went straight to Dumbledore and asked him to speak to my father and persuade him to let me go to Hogwarts.” She took a deep breath. “But instead of speaking to my father, Dumbledore came to see me and told me that if I wanted to study magic there was a way we could do it.”

“How were you able to do it?” he asked her.

“Well I used the attic in my house to work from and we used two way mirrors for the classes, I had one at home and the other one was at Hogwarts. The Ministry had to be informed of course. My father spent long hours at work so he was none the wiser. It hasn’t been easy but I’ve managed to get away with it for the past four years,” she said happily.

Harry sat there for a minute thinking, then he said, “But this year is O.W.L. year, how are you going to take your exams?”

The smile vanished from her face and when she spoke it was in a quiet and sad voice. “Well, Dad passed away a couple of months ago and my aunts, Jess and Rachel, have taken me in as they are the only family I have left now. So as of this year I will be attending Hogwarts in person.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your dad Sarina,” Harry mumbled.

“Thank you Harry,” she looked at him with tears in her eyes. “This is what I’ve always wanted you know, I just didn’t think I’d be going under these circumstances.” And with that she broke down completely the tears rolling down her face.

Harry didn’t know what to do or say , so he patted her on the shoulder mumbling something about it being alright.

She took a deep shuddering breath. “Sorry,” she whispered through her tears.

“It’s okay,” Harry said.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. “What’s Hogwarts like?” She asked him suddenly.

“It’s the best place in the whole world, the castle is beautiful, the classes are excellent and the people there are great especially my two best friends Ron and Hermione,” he told her.

All of a sudden the happiness he was feeling faded away as he remembered Ron and Hermione and how they were together and he was stuck still stuck in Little Whinging. He sat there brooding for a minute, before he realised that not once had he thought about his troubles since meeting Sarina.

“Did I say something wrong?" she asked him, noticing the troubled expression on his face.

“No it’s not you, I was just thinking about the wizarding world and what’s happening, nobody seems bothered to tell me, I suppose you don’t know anything do you?” He asked her, hoping she might me able to tell him something.

“No,” she lied. “All I know is that Voldemort has returned to this country and that Dumbledore is having a hard time convincing people. My aunts and I for that matter believe what you and Dumbledore are saying.”

Harry stared at her for a moment “You said his name. A lot of people I know don’t like saying his name,” he said, amazed.

“Yeah well I’ve been shut away for the past fourteen years haven’t I? My aunts say his name and apparently my mother used to say his name, so I figure I should say the name as well and I think it makes it a little less frightening by using his name,” she shrugged.

“Yeah I know what you mean; Dumbledore’s always saying that we should use his name.”

“Let’s get off the subject of talking about Voldemort it’s too depressing. I’m nervous about going to Hogwarts you know, I’m not going to know anyone and you lot have had four years to get to know one another and I’m a complete stranger, I just hope I fit in,” she looked at him anxiously.

“Don’t worry you’ll have no problems and I’m not a stranger anymore – you can count me as a friend,” he told her.

“Oh thank you Harry.” She looked immensely relieved. “Do you think I will be able to sit with you and your friends on the train?”

“Sure you can.”

“Hey look at the time we’ve been here for hours it’s almost lunch time. I’ve got some muggle money, do you want to go down to the shop and get something to eat?” she asked him shyly.

“Um…okay, I’ll pay you back when we get to school, but it’ll have to be wizard money, hope you don’t mind” he said.

“Don’t worry about it, this is payment enough finally having a friend to share things with.” Her face went red with embarrassment, God did she really just say that.

They spent the rest of the afternoon at the park talking about Hogwarts, Harry’s friends, Quidditch and anything else that came to mind. Sarina was careful to keep the conversation away from Voldermort, she didn’t want to upset him and she didn’t want to let slip that she knew more about what was going on than she had told him.



Well that's the start let me know what you think.