Never Born

Chapter 1: Wish

I know I have a million stories to update, but this idea came to me, and I had to write it.

Harry Potter was devastated. This war took everything from him. His parents, his godfather, his "uncle" Moony, and Tonks. He's left with a baby named Teddy, and he hasn't even turned eighteen. His "girlfriend" lost her brother because of him, and she dumped him. It wasn't his fault, but he kind of was. None of this would have happened if he wasn't born. He lost everything. Hedwig also died because of him. He lost his one constant. Ron and Hermione were slowly pulling away from him. He could tell they didn't really want to hang out with him anymore. They were dating, and Harry was the unwanted third wheel. When he was with Ginny, it wasn't that bad, but since she broke up with him, they started pulling away. He knew Hermione was oblivious to it. Because she would never do something that hurt him that much, but Ron wasn't. Ron was doing it on purpose. He was still jealous of Harry, and he didn't want him stealing his girlfriend, which Harry would never do.

Harry was lying in his bed in the seventh year Gryffindor dorms. Everyone else was out doing something. Most were celebrating. Mourning would come later. Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, and Arthur had sat down with him and told him that Fred's death was not his fault. After they had talked to him, Harry simply said okay and walked off. It was obvious he didn't believe him, but they thought it was best to give him some space and time. Harry wanted to believe them. He wished he could believe him. He really did. He just couldn't. Ginny, Ron, and Molly blamed him for Fred's death.

He couldn't take it anymore. He lost his parents when he was one. His relatives abused him. He lost Cedric in fourth year. He was tortured in fifth year. He lost Sirius in fifth year. He lost Dumbledore in sixth year. He lost Remus, Tonks, Fred, and so many other people in seventh year. Tears flooded down his face. The only good thing is that Voldemort was gone, but he couldn't celebrate. Like he couldn't celebrate sixteen years ago. His parents had died. Everyone else celebrated, but he was left alone that year.

"Hello, Harry Potter," a feminine voice said. It was light and airy. Almost like Luna's, and it sounded magical.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, and he wiped away his tears. He had no reason to cry. It was his fault all those people died.

"I am Magic. You have lost too much for your young years, and you have done a great thing for the wizarding world. You have one wish," Magic said.

"One wish?"

"Yes."

"Then I wish I was never born."

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. It was kind of sad. And this story kind of will be. But it'll get better.