I'm a Muggle Who Loves....HARRY POTTER?!?!(1) The Crush

I'm gonna try this new story. YOU NEED TO MESSAGE ME WUT U THINK OR RATE IT SO I KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE!! IF I GET BELOW A 4.0 SCORE OR IF NO ONE RATES I WILL NOT CONTINUE! IF U MESSAGE ME ILL MAKE THE NEXT ONE COME OUT FASTER! The beginning of the story takes place when the books begin but the story is going to take place in the fourth year of school.

Created by Divorah on Wednesday, December 14, 2005

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Finally the school bell rang for young Sarah Bloom. She was 10 years old, going on 11 this summer. She had long, brown hair, a thin body, and purple eyes. Yes, her eyes are purple.
She was fairly pretty for a 10-year-old.
She walked out of her school carrying her books, talking to her friend, Mary, when there was some sort of uproar. Mary and Sarah rounded the corner to see a small, horribly thin boy getting into a fight with some of the bullies. He had messy black hair, wore baggy clothes, and had on large, round glasses that were broken at the bridge of the nose.
The poor boy was being beat to a pulp. He was pushed to the ground with a bloody nose and a black eye. Sarah almost interfered she felt so bad for him but then, out of nowhere, the bullies clothes disappeared!!!
So embarrased they quickly retreated. No one knew how it happened, everyone was laughing though.
They ran away for cover as fast as they could. The kids that had gathered around were cracking up. Even Sarah, who hated when bad things happen to anyone, was laughing!
Sarah ran over to help the poor boy up. Grabbing his arm she looked into his eyes.
He was well known at school, that's for sure. He was the one all the bullies like to pick on. He had a scar on his forhead that no one knew how he got. Sarah looked into the eyes of the one and only Harry Potter.
"Thanks," he said kindly.
Sarah suddenly felt embarassed. For some odd reason she thought he was cute! She smiled shyly and muttered no problem.
She then ran all the way home.
Over the summer she made a point to go by Harry's house. It wasn't hard, that's for sure, seeing how she was his next door neighbor. She liked to look for him and see what he was doing.
One day she passed his house and saw an owl perched outside. She didn't get to close in case it was infected. The next day there were more owls. By the end of the week hundreds of owls had perched around the Dursley's house in broad daylight.
Sarah's mother, a kind woman, told Sarah not to go outside in case any of those owls decided to attack. So Sarah sat at her window one Sunday, watching as more and more owls flew to Harry's house. She was confused by this. She continued to look until she realized every single one of those owls was carrying a letter. She watched intently as all the owls dropped their letters into any single, tiny crack in the house. An hour later, all the Dursley's and Harry piled into the car and drove away.
Sarah didn't see Harry for the rest of the summer. Finally, not being able to take it anymore she decided to tell Harry the truth about how she felt.
On the first day of school she looked everywhere for Harry but he never came. He never would attend that school again.

yay! now time for "present" day!
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picture of Sarah. Pretend she has purple eyes.
"Beep, beep! Beep, beep!"

AHHHH! Too loud! Must escape sound!

My hand shot out and quieted my screaming alarm clock. It was the last day of school today. I was 13, going on 14 this summer.

I pushed my bum into the air, stretching my arms so my position reminded me of a cat.
Yawning I rolled lazily out of bed.
I looked at the time. 7 am it read back to me. Hang on one second, 7 am? I'M LATE!!!!
I quickly began to gather my things as fast as I could. School started at 7:30 and it took half an hour to walk to school. I guess I pushed the snooze button more than once.
I threw the rest of my books into my bag and then darted down the stairs as fast as my poor tired feet could carry me.
"Sarah, dear, aren't you going to have breakfast?" my mother called from the kitchen. I loved her with all my heart and soul.
"Not this morning, mum, I have to get to school," I told her. I then darted out of the door and ran all the way to school.
I made it there just as the bell rang. My hair was a mess and I was out of breath but at least I wouldn't be late.
"Sarah! And I thought you were going to be late?" Mary greeted me with a sly smile.
"Must...catch...my...breath...ok...I'm ready. I almost didn't make it! No one went to see if I was actually up this morning. I must of pushed the snooze button on my alarm clock too many times." I told her.
"Come on. Let's get inside. Last day of school. It should be good." Mary said to me.
As I was walking in I walked by these guys. I knew them to be Dudley Dursley's friends. As I walked by them I over heard their conversation.
"We getting together with Dudley this weekend?" asked one.
"No, his cousin, sadly, is back in town and his parents want him to keep an eye on him," the other replied.
Everyone knew well who Dudley's cousin was. Harry Potter.
This would be a good day indeed.

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After school that day I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. His eyes, his hair, his scar. He was just so attractive!
I walked by his house chatting happily with Mary. We were right in front of it when a car pulled into the driveway. Out got Mr. Dursley and Harry!
"Come on, boy, get inside." Mr. Dursley told Harry.
Mary and I watched intently. He then looked at us. His eyes caught mine for a second and I fell into them. They were big and green and beautiful. He smiled at me and then walked inside.
I began my journey once again towards home. I felt so wonderful. Suddenly, I felt frozen cold. Like all the happiness had been sucked away from me. I wanted to get home to my parents, and fast. I ran home, opened the door and saw...
Cliff hanger. U no me!!! Hope you enjoyed. Message or at the very very least rate me. I want to know what you think.

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