Harry Potter and the Unexpected Wish

Chapter 1

You look upon Number 4 Privet Drive and all you see is a normal house. All of the houses, which look identical on this block. The residents of Number 4 Privet Drive where all in the house, all of them having a good time except for one. Mrs. Dursley with her extremely long neck was spying on the neighbors looking for good news. Mr. Dursley was reading the newspaper mumbling something about a worthless boy, but that could never be his son he was talking about. Of course not! He could never insult Dudley Dursley, his pampered son, who was currently watching TV. No, he was talking about the one resident who wished he was somewhere else, Harry Potter.

It didn't matter to the Dursleys that he was the wizarding world savior. Of course not! He couldn't care less. All he knew was that he was useless and was just living off his family's wealth. Not that Harry cared. He would rather be anywhere else than where he is right now. Thinking about last year events, he kept blaming himself for what happened to Cedric. The poor boy was having nightmares every week. Didn't matter to Mr. Vernon Dursley, instead of hugging him and being a supportive relative like most people he would beat Harry for waking him up.

Harry was thankfully blessed with a dream other than Cedric and the Third Task but it was something he still would not have wanted to remember it. It was of course Voldemort and his ambition to torture helpless muggles. Today it was a family with dirty blond hair with 4 people- one father and mother he assumed, and two children both were infants. It was sad to see Voldemort torture the father in front of the mother and children. The mother was constantly crying and the children didn't know what was going on. Voldemort, being the cruel heart-less person that he was, just kept torturing the father.

"Have you had enough yet Mr. Harp? Will you finally cave into what I said? I need something done and I need you to do it." Voldemort said to him.

"I will never do what you order me to do!"

Then the familiar flash of green light came and he killed all of them, including the children.

Harry woke up, it was 3 a.m. Couldn't he ever have a peaceful night of sleep? His dreams were either of Voldemort or Cedric, each were equally bad. Either way he saw Voldemort, reborn or torturing someone. Just another night in the life of Harry Potter. Harry got his quill and some parchment that he kept from underneath the floorboard and started to write to Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore-

I had a vision of Voldemort killing another family. The family's last name is Harp and they have or had 4 people in their family all with dirty blond hair. I hope you can find them and give them a proper burial.

From,

Harry

That was a good enough letter, gave all the details that he got, what more could you ask for. Thankfully Harry found a way to get Hedwig out of his window so that she could deliver letters for him.

"Hedwig, please give this to Professor Dumbledore."

She gave him a nip on his finger and flew off into the black night. Sometimes he felt like Hedwig was his only true friend that he could always depend upon.

Why couldn't Harry get a peaceful night of sleep on his 16th birthday? Maybe it was meant so that Harry could celebrate his birthday? I mean, it was a little bit before 12 a.m., so maybe that was why it woke him up. Whichever way it was meant to be Harry just wished that he could have one night of sleep.

12 o'clock came and went; Harry was officially 16 years old. The only thing that Harry really wanted was his family. Who wouldn't want to know your mother or father if he/she was dead? If only he could just be with them right now, how he wished he could be there, watching them smiling and cheering like all other parents would.

And Harry went to sleep with that thought on his mind.