Wish Come True

Chapter one: The Wish

Life, Harry had decided, was a rather pointless activity to take part in. Every day was exactly like the one that had preceded it; he woke, ate breakfast, did chores for the Dursleys, ate dinner, completed summer homework, and then mourned his lost love ones until he fell asleep. Quite a dull, sad process, two meals a day (the Dursleys would never waste three full meals on him), hard work, and then waves of sadness and regret, for every person who had died in the war; the war which was finally over, after far too many years.

Harry Potter sat staring out at the dark street below him, illuminated by the streetlamps, orangey light fading as it reached the lawns, eerie black shadows stemming from hedges and shrubs. Harry sighed to himself, he had just reached the mourning portion of his day, this day which was the same as all the others, yet somehow different.

Today was different for it was Harry's seventeenth birthday, and in a little less than a half hour, he would legally be an adult, a true wizard, well as true as one could be without first graduating school. The minutes ticked by and the street stayed as still as muggle photographs, not a change in the orangey streetlamp glow, no change in the deep dark shadows, and the pavement remained as solid as ever.

11:59, only a minute to go, Harry lit the candles of his small sticky chocolate cake with an old lighter he had found lying in the dirt lying next to a rusty swing set in the park. The cake had been a present from Hagrid, the first of his gifts to arrive.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

At the sound of the watch timer Harry closed his eyes, wishing hard. The light of the flames flicked around his face, casting odd shadows over his thick lashes and black hair. His lids opened once more to reveal a shocking set of emerald eyes that seemed to glow in the candle-light. His lips parted slightly blowing out the seventeen small flames, throwing his room sharply into darkness.

He was not in the mood to eat the sweet dessert in front of him; instead he took one last glance out his window, before dropping the blinds, and falling on his bed and into a dreamless sleep.

But what Harry Potter did not know, was that his wish would come true, the only thing that could stop the waves of guilt, the only thing that he could think of to stop the sadness.

"I wish I could forget… I wish that I could forget the war, the deaths, and the guilt…"

Sunlight trickled beneath closed blinds into the smallest, and most certainly the messiest room of number four, Privet Drive. Illuminated on a small twin bed was a slightly tanned, black-haired, seventeen-year-old boy, whom was sprawled ungracefully, and tangled in the dull white sheets.

A sharp rap sounded on the door, and a woman's voice could be heard shouting through the wood. "Up! Get up, boy!"

Harry blinked his bright green eyes squinting at his ceiling, cursing the sunlight that was currently blinding him.

Another rap sounded at the door. "UP!"

Harry groaned and rolled of the bed, landing upside-down with a thud, his legs still tangled in the sheets. He quickly detangled himself, before washing his face and brushing his teeth in the bathroom down the hall. Once he finished he rushed downstairs, he was happy to see that Dudley's diet had been given a bit of slack, the family was now eating a half grapefruit each for breakfast, not exactly a meal, especially for Harry, whose half showed more resemblance to quarter slice.

The 'meal' passed quickly, Harry did the dishes, surprised that Dudley wasn't sitting at the kitchen table mocking him, like usual, but instead in the other room watching the TV. Harry gave a mental shrug as he put the last glass, now both clean and dry, in its place on the shelf. He then moved outside to trim the grass, pull out weeds, water the flowers, and do other such outdoor activities.

It was a very hot day and the summer sun scorched Harry's neck as he worked, but by two he was finally allowed back in the house to take out the trash, and to straiten and dust all indoor objects. At six he joined the family for 'dinner', all of them ignoring him so accurately it was as though he were not even present. He did the dishes yet again, and went upstairs to his room.

To his great surprise, lying on his desk, just in front of his window was a small, gooey chocolate cake, it had green iced words that were quite messily done, the words were obviously supposed to say "Happy Birthday Harry" but ended up looking more like "Hovly Bnthauy Hnlly". But well-written or not, a cake was still a cake, which was something Harry had never had in his life, especially not a birthday cake. This wasn't just any cake though, it was his cake, and it was for his seventeenth birthday.

He quickly dug into the sweet and messy substance, his hands and face getting rather covered in chocolate. After eating a few slices of the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, he went to the bathroom and showered off the frosting and the sweat from his day's work.

This, Harry decided, had to have been one of the best days of his life, the Dursleys were ignoring him, he had gotten to eat cake when Dudley only had grapefruit and a small salad, and best of all, he had this wonderful feeling of freedom, as though some great burden had been lifted from him. And with a huge grin on his face he drifted off into an early sleep, having dreams of all the wonderful things he had never had, friends, family, and a place that he really considered home.

What this dreaming boy did not know, was that he indeed had all those things, in the form of Ron and Hermione, Sirius Black, and Hogwarts. But Harry knew nothing of these things, for his birthday wish had indeed come true, and he had thus forgotten completely the last six years, left with only a distant memory of a letter addressed to him and his cupboard, a letter which Uncle Vernon had burned, and which was never sent again.

TBC

Yay! Okay, that was the first HP story I've written all on my own, so be nice. And pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaasseeee reveiw! I love you guys! Oh, and I plan to update this story every-other firday, I sorta got off to a late start, but whatever. See you all in two weeks!

MERRY CHRISMAHANIKWANZIMUS!