The New Girl

~"i don't want you to go."

"i'm happy this way."

~"i don't want to leave you."

"then come with me, harry. run away with me."

Harry Potter was an average thirteen year old. He thought himself as quiet boring. No one he ever met was truly exceptional, not in the little town he called home.

That is, until he met Luna Lovegood.

There was something about her that made her different. The way she always seemed to be off in her head, the way she danced to music no one else could hear, the way she knew things she couldn't have known.

Whatever it was, it was lovely and entrancing.