Harry Potter/X-Files
"Freak! Freak! Harry Potty the freak!"
The taunts from Dudley and his friends made him feel like he was burning inside. Maybe that's why their hair caught on fire. He sniffed, and curled deeper into the cupboard. He watch a spider make its idle journey down it's web and sighed. Maybe someday, something, anything good will happen to him. Maybe tomorrow. That's what he always promised himself. Tomorrow.
He was dreaming.
Everywhere was white. When he took a step, he bounced slightly. Maybe this is what walking on a cloud is like.
There's a girl. Tall, slim, dark hair and eyes. But the most remarkable thing were the golden wings that sprouted from her back. The little boy, a mere 8 year old, looked up at the girl eyes wide.
"Are-are you an an-angel?", he stuttered.
The girl smiled kindly. "I think so."
"Bu-but you don't kn-kn-know? Wh-why?"
She shook her head, eyes far away. "Some things aren't destined to be known, young one." She looked sadly at the little boy. "Like how some aren't destined to be."
"Li-like hav-veing a-a fam-m-ily?"
She looked him in the eyes, dark brown to emerald green. "You will. I promise."
Somehow he believed the girl. "What's your name?", he whispered.
The girl picked him up, and held him close. "Samantha Mulder, Harry Potter. Samantha Mulder."
Dana Scully groaned as the tapping on her shoulder arose her from sleep. "Mum?