Wishes and Dreams
Summary: AU. No magic. 15 year old Harry just wants a family, but it looks like even that is impossible. Stuck with his abusive relatives, Harry sees a shooting star one night and makes a wish before falling asleep. Opening his eyes in the morning, Harry wakes up to find himself in a warm bed and people staring worriedly at him. Did his wish really come true?
Warning: Child abuse, OOC
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does.
Prologue
Harry drew in a slow, shuddering breath, wincing at the pain pulsing in his chest. Blood stained his clothes as it flowed freely from his multiple cuts and wounds. The sticky crimson liquid matted his hair and clothes and stained the pure white snow beneath him.
He stared up at the night sky above him, watching the full moon glow and the bright stars twinkle, recalling the events that led to him laying here.
His uncle came home drunk and seething in anger. At work today he was demoted in front of all his colleagues and apparently it was all Harry's fault because of his freakishness. So once he set eyes on Harry in the kitchen, chopping vegetables contently and in peace, Vernon flew into a blind rage.
Charging at the unsuspecting teen, he knocked Harry over, drawing a startled yelp from the small boy. As he looked over at his uncle he started to quiver and shake in fear, the anger evident in his uncle's face.
Fists rained down all over his body, as well as feet upon his stomach. A particular hard punch to his head sent Harry's vision blurring even more as his glasses had already been knocked off.
This continued on for a while until Vernon eventually stopped, making Harry sigh in relief. His relief was short lived as his eyes quickly widened in horror as he made out the blurry shape of his uncle standing over him with a knife.
Vernon flipped Harry over onto his stomach and lifted his shirt, exposing Harry's lower back. He didn't give Harry anytime to brace himself for the pain before he brought the knife down and started carving out letters into his skin.
FREAK
Screams ripped out of Harry's throat at the feel of metal digging and carving into his skin. His face now stained with tears as his eyes clenched shut.
Finally, the knife retracted.
Without saying a word, Vernon threw Harry outside onto the cold snow on his back, making his wounds throb painfully at the contact. He gave one last glare in Harry's direction before slamming the door and going up to his room, acting like nothing ever happened.
So here Harry was now. Staring into the sky with blank eyes and tears running down his face. He knew that one day he would die, but he never knew it would be so soon. He knew that his uncle hated him but not to this extent, not to where he wants him dead.
As he stared brokenly at the sky, he saw shooting stars. He was never one to believe in magic or anything supernatural, after all it would've made him more freaky to his family. But, seeing as he got nothing left to lose, Harry made a wish.
Closing his eyes, Harry wished for the one thing he's wanted more than anything.
"I wish I had family and people who love me."
WIth that, his breathing slowed down and his eyes closed.
A/N: Hola~ Well, this is the first chapter. There's probably going to be 2-3 more chapters. Maybe. Depends. Anyways, hope you enjoyed.