The abused girl next door. (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Harry was finally allowed out into the grarden once again: he had finished his chores and had already made the Dursleys' their lunch of bacon and eggs. Feeling the fresh air on his face he made his way to his secret alcove hidden from view behind the tall thick willow trees, pausing, he heard someone singing, a girl. Her voice was beautiful, like a harp no, no an angel. Sliding silently across the waving grass, still moist from that mornings dew: Harry placed his pams against the prickly, faded wood and peared through a  wide gap in the fencing. His silent breath was almost taken away.

Kneeling next to a rose bush the, most beautiful girl Harry had ever seen, was pulling weeds out and singing to a song he recognised as 'Somebody', The girl harry had seen few times before was smiling and swaying in tune with  the gentle breeze of the autumn air: Laughing she stood up and brushed some dirt off hers knees before twirling around and sitting carefully among the tulips, all of which were different colours, ranging from darkest blue to palest purple. The girl sighed in contentment before resting her head on the comforting bark of the rowan tree, her rowan tree.

Harry watched as the girls hair; golden like the sun, moved and swayed as though it had a mind of its own. Her hair went to her small yet curvaceous hips. Her eyes we different shades of violet like the tall standing tulips. Harry noticed that the girls clothes barely covered her and the the way her small crop top sat on her big bust, Harry saw bite marks and sore red welts. Her jean shorts looked like they were made for a litle child, he could see her black lace underwear set. In the back of his mind he noted that they did a better job of covering her up then the jeans. Sighing, Harry felt like a stalker standing there in his blue jeans and an almost white see though tank: his wand was tucked into a secret compartment in his jeans.

His forest green eyes trained on the girl, following her every move. He watched as the girl came closer and closer to where he was standing: starting to panick Harry wondered if he should run now. Instead he stayed fixated where he was, the girl now was keeling in front of him, she started to pluck the weeds out with quick precission. Kneeling down on the other side of the fence harry softly smiled at the girl before placing his hand though the large gap at the bottom of the fence, placing his hand on hers, she looked up smiling a little and spoke in the sweetest voice Harry had ever heard "Hello whats your name?". Now that harry was upclose he could smell her mouth-watering scent of lavender and musk. Swallowing hard he returned her smile and spoke in his slightly husky voice "Hey im Harry whats your name?" She smiled wider then before and whispered "Rowan, my names Rowan" Rowan had noticed Harrys eyes were like the forest she felt she could stare into them forever, she noticed they had gold flecks sprinkled in them and she giggled softly.

Harry noticed the girl, Rowans eyes widen in shock and fear before she mutterted an apology with tears in her eyes and scramled back as quickly as she could into the rose bush, scraping her arms and neck. Flinching she moved to get away from her back door as fast as possible. Before she could hide the dark blue back door swung open with such force that it rattled on its hinges. Steping onto the grass the good looking thirty-two Mr. Smith or Rick scanned the garden before his eyes landing on the angel infront of him. He smirked at Rowan looking at her in a way that made Rowan shiver in fear and made Harry want to kill him.

Rick had moved in when he was 17, he never talked to anyone. Soon the rumors had started up about him stealing kids and raping them or him killing all the old people with laughing gas. Little did they know that a certain rumor was true: the rumor where he was given a girl, a beautiful girl, who looked like a goddess even at the age of one. She was hidden from everyone and the rumors were that she was his slave for everything cleaning, washing, cooking and also a sex slave.

Judging by the look Rick was giving Rowan he knew that rumor was true. She glanced Harry quickly and in that second he saw she didnt want this, she was scared and humiliated, she didnt want for Harry to see this. Closing her eyes briefly a single tear dropped to the ground and to Harrys utter amazement it turned into a dazziling sapphire.

His focus returned  when the six foot five inch giant started creeping towards Rowan, he stared at her with brown eyes that spoke volumes of lust and danger, dark red, brown hair cut short, tanned skin and bulging muscles paired with a six pack. Harry could tell because all Rick wore wear a set of tight fitting briefs. Harry tried to move to help Rowan but he was frozen he couldn't even speak. He saw Rick smirking and ground his teeth together. His eyes were glued to the scene, unable to look away, Rowan was shrinking down try to make herself as small as possible; tears in her eyes she held them at bay.