Harry's Wish
A/N: New story! An idea I have been playing with. Most likely won't be a long story.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling says I can play with her characters as long as I put them back when I'm done! Lucky me!
Chapter 1: The Wish
Harry lifted the heavy platter of food and walked carefully over to the dining room table. His aunt, uncle, and cousin were sitting at the table, waiting to be served.
Harry placed the heavy platter on the table and went back to the kitchen to grab another plate.
"Hurry up, Boy!" Uncle Vernon snapped. "We haven't got all day!"
Harry tripped. His foot had caught on the edge of the carpet. The food flew out of his hands, and Harry went sprawling onto the floor.
There was a shriek from Aunt Petunia, and a curse from Uncle Vernon. Harry knew that he was going to be punished for this, and he was right.
Uncle Vernon advanced on Harry, cornered him and raised his fist.
"I'm going to have to teach you to be more careful, Boy!" He growled. Then he started hitting and kicking Harry.
Now for some reference. It is summertime in Little Whinging, and Harry Potter is home for the summer. It is July 30th, and sweltering hot. Harry is trapped at No. 4 Privet Drive until he can go back to school on September 1st.
The year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was quite a nice change for young Harry. He made friends with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He was able to try his best at school and get good grades without being punished for Dudley's bad ones. Harry couldn't wait to return to Hogwarts. He considered the school his home.
The abuse was extreme this time. Harry was sure he would have died or been seriously injured if it weren't for his magical core. He had enough sense to store his glasses in his pocket during his uncle's bout of rage driven beating.
After the harsh beating, Harry was literally chucked into his cupboard. He slid his hands over his body to check for injuries. He was sure he had a black eye, and bruised ribs.
It was late. Almost midnight. Harry lay in his cupboard and stared into the darkness. 'I can't ever be good enough.' He thought bitterly. 'Why do I have to live here?' Harry knew about the wards and things that Dumbledore told him about, but since he was 11, he just knew that he was unhappy in this prison, and he wanted out.
'I wish Mom and Dad were alive.' Harry thought sadly. 'They would love me and I would love them. But Voldemort just had to kill them.' Harry's thoughts turned bitter at this. He wiped angry tears away from his eyes, and rolled over onto his side, curled up, and fell asleep.
Little did Harry know that at the moment of his wish, the clock had struck twelve, and he turned twelve years old. He was also unaware of the power of birthday wishes.
A/N/: I know that this is corny. And I'm sure you can see where this is going, but I just had to come up with an excuse for this impossibility. So forgive me. Reviews (positive or negative) are welcome. :D
