Harry layed flat on his back, breathing heavily. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The scar on his forehead, which was shaped like a bolt of lightning, was burning beneath his fingers. 

He sat up, one hand still on his scar, the other hand reaching out in the darkness for his glasses, which were on his bedside table. He put them on and his bedroom came into a clearer focus, quickly he turned to face Y/n, who was still asleep and had a misty orange glow on her face due to the lamplight outside his window.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again. It was still painful. He turned on the lamp beside him, carefully scrambled out of bed, making sure not to wake Y/n, crossed the room, opened his wardrobe, and looked at the mirror that was inside. A skinny boy of fourteen looked back at him, his bright blue eyes puzzled under his shaggy brown hair. He examined his lightning-bolt scar of his reflection more closely. It looked normal, but it was still stinging. 

Harry tried to recall what he had been dreaming about before he had woken up. It had seemed so real...

"Voldemort can't be here," Harry told himself, before looking at his friend, "Not while Y/n is here, I can't let him hurt her."

Harry begins to closely listen to the silence around him. Was he expecting to hear the creak of a stair or swish of a cloak? And then he slightly jumped as he heard his cousin Dudley let out a tremendous grunting snore.

Harry shook his head. He was being stupid. There wasn't anyone in the house with him except his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley and Y/n, who were all asleep. Harry began to think about his horrid life with the Dursley's, and how it was Voldemort who made his fait of living with them happen when Harry was just a year old. If it weren't for Voldemort, Harry's parents would still be alive. He looked over at Y/n, who was tossing on the air mattress she was sleeping on, and smiled. When they first met, Y/n had told him about her parents, and how they were friends with his parents. After that encounter, Harry would sometimes sit with Y/n, flipping through a photo album of their parents, some of them when they were only a year old. He knew that even if his parents were still alive, he and Y/n would be great friends. Then Harry frowned. How would Y/n react? He didn't want to worry her, especially with what she was going through, and as much as Y/n would restrain herself from telling Harry anything, he knew. He knew all about the things she hadn't told anyone. He knew she was having trouble with herself, and how she wouldn't accept compliments from anyone, how she thought they were just lies to cover up criticism from others behind her back. And so, knowing this information, Harry mentally concluded that he wouldn't mention anything to her. For her own well-being.

The sun crept through the window and gently shone across my face. I opened my eyes to see Harry's arm swinging off his bed. 

"Harry?" I whisper, gently shaking him awake.

"I'm awake," the boy grumbled into his pillow.

"I'm going to go change, alright?" I say, picking up the clothes that I had placed on Harry's chair the other night. Harry swung up his arm and gave me a thumbs up. Quietly I crept out of his room and into the bathroom. Once I finished changing I walked downstairs and smiled at Petunia, who was cutting up grapefruit.

"Since your our guest," Petunia says, sliding a whole cut grapefruit towards me. 

"Thank you Mrs Dursley," I smile, before eating the grapefruit. Petunia only nods, before cutting more grapefruit. After I finish, I wait for Harry to come downstairs, but once he does Dudley and Vernon had already taken their seats. 

Sleepily rubbing his eyes, Harry starts eating the quarter of grapefruit he had been given. 

The doorbell rung and once Vernon came back from answering the door he eyed Harry, "You." he barked, "In the living room. Now." I watched as Harry disappeared into the living room. After a couple minutes Harry came back with a large grin on his face. 

"Y/n! Let's go back to my room," Harry says happily, before dragging me up the stairs. "The Weasley's invited me to come with them to the Quidditch World Cup!" Harry grins. 

"So I won't need to go alone?" I smile. 

"You could come with us!" Harry exclaims, before grabbing a piece of parchment from his desk, "I'll owl them right now!" 

"Alright!" I grinned, "How'd your uncle let you go?" 

"Just some persuading," Harry smirks.

(A/n: Yeah so I based Harry off of the movie character. If you would like me to change him to look like he was from the books then well idk text me? But yeah, lol.)