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A loud bang resonated around the house on Privet Drive. Number Four was a house many knew to be owned by one Vernon Dursley and his family. It was by far the most normal household on the street, with Petunia the well-mannered housewife and Vernon the well-to-do businessman. Not to mention their son, Dudley, who was an angle sent from heaven above. At least that's what they would have you believe.

In reality, Petunia Dursley was a rather horse-faced individual, opting to shove her disproportionate nose into her neighbors business and gossip with the other nosey busy-bodies in her book club.

Vernon could be likened to a walrus. While he was the boss of the Grunnings branch he worked for, it was through black-mail only. No talent contributed to any of it. He had a nasty temper and a habit of drinking making him difficult to be around. He was running the drill business strait into the dirt.

And last was Dudley. More pig than boy, Dudley found amusement as the neighborhood bully. Although he was only six, he was a force to be reckoned with for the other children. He was more of like a demon to them.

And unknown to any other on Privet Drive, there was another member of the family. A little boy of six, though you would have thought he was three, also lived in this house. He was malnourished and small, with hacked raven locks that fell haphazardly into large sunken, emerald eyes. His eyes were always slightly unfocused, leading you to believe he might need glasses. The most curious thing about him though was the jagged scar that graced his brow.

His name was Harry Potter. The Dursleys believed that the boy was un-natural and often called him things like freak or monster. He was kept in the cupboard under the stairs and ordered to do the housework so that Petunia no longer had to. He was severely punished for the smallest things and never rewarded, even when Petunia could find nothing wrong with his work.

Harry was currently trembling with silent sobs at the back of his cupboard, having just been punished for burning the family's dinner. Uncle Vernon had just slammed the door after roughly shoving him inside. Harry continued to cry for only god knew how long before his Uncle's thunderous steps came from the hall. The door to the cupboard was ripped open so hard one of its hinges fell from the hall with a loud crack.

Harry yelp as Vernon dragged him out by his ankle before grabbing his upper-arm tight enough to bruise. Vernon then hauled him out to his car, one thing Harry had never been in before and tossed him into the back-seat. It was dark out so there was no one to witness as the car sped out of Privet Drive.

The drive was about an hour long. Vernon cursed and mumbled indiscernibly, glancing at the boy in his rear-view mirror every once in a while to sneer. Harry for his part was terrified of what was happening. He usually knew what to expect from the Dursleys… but right now he couldn't even imagine what would happen to him.

The stopped on the side of the abandoned road they had turned onto. It was pitch black here. Not even the light of the moon showed where they were. He heard Vernon search through the glove box before another source of light shined throughout the car. A flashlight was held tightly in Vernon's hand.

He then got out of the car and dragged Harry from the back by his hair. Harry was crying again from terror and confusion as his Uncle continued to drag him further away from the car.

Vernon stopped suddenly and spun Harry around so he was eye to eye with him. He gripped Harry's arm so tightly that the fragile bone snapped. Harry let loose a pained scream but was quickly silenced by a swift slap across his cheek. Tears streamed unchecked from his emerald eyes as he stared at his uncle.

Vernon sneered before shoving his nephew to the ground and turning back the way they had come. When Harry attempted to follow, Vernon turned sharply and slapped him again.

"Don't. Follow. Me." Vernon growled dangerously. Harry trembled and stayed put. After that, his uncle left and Harry knew now what had happened. They had abandoned him…

For a long time, Harry only sat there. He had stopped crying an hour after his uncle left and his eyes were unfocused. He cradled his broken arm, which had gone numb, close to him and brought his knees up a little.

Harry gazed up at the sky with sad eyes. Why did no one want him? Was it too much to ask for even a small chance to be loved? As he thought, a shooting star raced across the sky, catching his attention. His eyes widened a fraction before he squeezed them shut, preparing to make a wish.

*I wish that I could have someone who will love me.*

Harry snapped his eyes open when he heard a soft echo-like giggle. Looking up, he spotted a strange little creature flouting there. It kind of reminded him of a star. It was brightly colored with a white body and face. The face was surrounded with yellow that spiked out to vaguely show the shape of a star. It appeared like a piece of blue cloth hung from each piece but as Harry looked closer he could tell that they were a part this creature. Two larger cloth-like pieces fell from the back of its neck on each side.

It stared at Harry with small eyes and a smile. It gave off a soft glow, lighting the small area they were in. It giggled once more and started circling Harry's head.

"Wh-who awe yuu?" Harry flinched at the sound of his own voice. It had been so quiet before this creature had come.

It smiled widely and leaned a little closer. "My name is Jirachi!" The creature, now known as Jirachi, replied. "I'm here to grant your wish!" Jirachi suddenly touched Harry's forehead and began to glow brighter. "Good-bye, little one!"

It was with that soft giggle that Harry slipped into darkness.

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When Harry next opened his eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. He was in a small field surrounded by trees with no road in sight. He wasn't where his Uncle had left him. He scrambled to sit up, forgetting for a moment that his arm was broken until he put pressure on it. He yelped loudly and curled into a ball, hoping it would elevate the pain a little.

He heard a stick snap behind him making him freeze but the noise did not stop there. It sounded like some sort of fight was taking place. As it got louder Harry realized that whatever it was, they were headed this way fast. Before Harry could even get to his feet a large purple mass flew from the tree line. Another followed suit. Two huge monsters flouted opposite each other, Harry right in the middle.

The first one attacked the other but Harry caught some of the damage, not being able to get away fast enough. He now sported a long gash across his back. He screamed in terror.