Five year old Harry Potter watched as his Uncle drove away, leaving him all alone.
Still watching as his Uncle drove away, Harry mused, it wouldn't be so different from what he had been used to, he had always had to look out for himself, he had always had to be strong, and now would be no different.
When the red taillights of his Uncle's company car, was finally so far away that Harry could no longer track it, he turned and made his way into a nearby alley.
The boy rummaged through the alley looking for something that could be of use to him. Some food, maybe a blanket anything would be good right about this time, beacuse nobody would be coming to help him, no one ever had before, and Harry had just about given up on hoping that someday, one of his long lost relatives would show up and whisk him away. No, nobody had ever come and nobody would ever come, it was one of the lessons he had learned in his admittedly short life, along with not being aloud to ask questions, or fight back, or much of anything really.
Hauling a ratty, grey blanket from one of the nearby trashcans, Harry settled down in the alley, his back to the brick of the neighbouring building, the old blanket thrown over himself in an attempt to keep himself warm, on the cold autumn night.
Looking up into the sky, Harry spotted the half moon, stars just beginning to make themselves visible on either side of it.
Staring at the first star he had laid eyes on Harry began to recite a poem his school teacher had taught to him, on one of the few days Harry had been able to go to school.
"Star light Star bright, The first star I see tonight, I wish I may I wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight...I wish..."
Harry stopped to ponder his thoughts, why was he bothering, Uncle Vernon had told him many times there was no such thing as magic, not only that but it just wasn't normal, Harry had been told on countless occasions.
Harry let out a snort. What would he wish for anyway? For Uncle Vernon to come back and take him home? No thanks he wasn't going back to that nightmare.
With those thoughts on his mind, Harry let his head loll onto his shoulder, as his eyelids drooped shut. He would figure out what to do in the morning, right now he was just so tired.
With those thoughts in mind Five year old Harry Potter drifted off to sleep, knowing no one would be coming to help him, not now, not ever. He would have to rely on his own strength, As he began a new chapter of his life, one which would take place on the streets on London.