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A Prologue
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Harry first saw the night sky at the age of five.
He had never seen the stars before. For him, the moon was only a slight smudge in the sky, seen partially in day.
It wasn't done on purpose- Honestly, his aunt has better things to do than deprive him from the view. It was simply a combination of an early bedtime and a locked 'bedroom' with no window.
A coincidence. Perhaps stranger than most.
So Harry sat in the garden, locked out of the house for the night -the first incident of many- and watched the sky grow dark.
He had known the sky was dark at night, in the abstract way people knew the world was round. It was a whole different thing seeing it in person.
And despite the light pollution brought about from the street lights, he could still see the stars...
And he looked at them, and looked at them, and felt something break.
It was beautiful. Craning his neck, he saw the millions and millions of shards; twinkling like the broken glass of the TV set Dudley had once broke... And he wondered if they were sharp, pointy things up close, like they drew at school- and like the shards that had stuck into his fingertips while cleaning, stinging and refusing to come out even hours later.
Twinkle twinkle little star indeed. The rhyme had never made more sense, now that he could see the little stars up like diamonds in the sky.
He sang it now, twirling around the garden, occasionally tripping over a stray flower bed. His neck hurt from looking up, but the strange euphoria filling him made feel insignificant. There was only him, the sky, and Privet Drive.
And oh, how beautiful the sky was. He drank the sight in, like a dying man. Like a man in love. For that was what he was.
That night, Harry age 5, fell in love with the unreachable. He never recovered.
/In the midst of a class mate's show and tell, Harry asks innocently What're they like? The stars? The children in his class scream in laughter, as they always do with his silly innocent questions. The teacher, who has yet to decide if he's being silly or really just that clueless, quickly quietens them down. Like little white spots, she replies eventually, after a long pause of thought. Millions of them... All across the sky. She looks a bit confused; but Harry just smiles back, happy at the answer./
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My first fanfic, ever.
Please be free to tell me how much I suck! ^^