Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter.
Pairing(s) Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, probably Neville/Luna, and others that are as of now undecided.
Warnings AU, OOC, relationship between two men, hetero relationships, etc. etc. harr harr.
Also, heads up. This fan fiction contains Fem!Dudley. Just thought you should know.
Look, don't ask. So what if Dudders is a girl? Hu hu hu.
Summary In an AU where a young Harry Potter makes a wish to his Fairy Godmother that one day he would be rescued from his family by his very own 'Prince Charming'. His wish, of course, is granted - in the form of one Tom Riddle. HP/TR.
Fairytales : Chapter One
There was once a young boy named Harry Potter who used to live with his relatives in a normal, medium sized house in a small, completely normal (or as normal as a something can be) town in Little Whinging, Surrey.
Harry Potter's relatives consisted of his cousin, his uncle and his aunt. They were the only family that Harry had left, for due to some unfortunate circumstances that had happened years and years ago when Harry was merely a little baby boy, Harry's parents had mysteriously passed away, leaving behind their little one year-old baby to be taken in by his relatives.
Harry's relatives were called the Dursleys and they were likely to be the most normal family you would ever meet. That is, if you didn't know their real selves.
Harry's uncle was a large (and not in the tall kind of way, although he was tall in a menacing kind of way) man, with no signs of a neck and looked as if he had taped a squirrel on his face to pose as his moustache.
Harry's aunt was also large (but not in the big kind of way, more in the tall tall kind of way), with a neck as tall as a giraffe's - which she found very useful, as she spent most of her days spying on her neighbours.
Harry's cousin resembled both her mother and her father equally. She was tall, like her mother, and rather pudgy. But she usually brushed it off by saying that she was only big boned. That meant she was strong, and healthy, if you didn't know. Her hair was cut short, in a pixie cut, with her bangs framing her face. It was a dirty blonde in colour, just like her father. She had bright blue eyes.
She was very pretty - or at least her parents seemed to think so. As did herself actually; did you know that she usually spent around half of her time looking at her reflection in the mirror, or in the water? Harry, however, didn't think she was all that pretty. He didn't know why they found her looks to be so interesting. In his opinion, she looked rather ghastly, with a permanent sneer on her face, and with her pointed nose and her nasty personality, she rather resembled a Cornish pixie, in both appearance and attitude.
But then again, what would Harry know? After all, his opinion didn't matter. He wouldn't know left from right, or at least that's what Calendula (that was Harry's cousin full name, if I hadn't mentioned that) usually said. Cally - which was Calendula's nickname (but she also responded to Dally or Dully or Dudley) - liked to act very sweet and innocent with other people (not that they ever fell for it, but she liked to pretend they did), but when she was alone with Harry in her house, she acted like a tyrant.
Harry's Aunt and Uncle, who were named Petunia and Vernon respectively, spoilt their 'Cally-kins' rotten, causing her to develop quite the princess complex. She viewed most people she met to be lower than her, and that everyone should do her bidding, because she was a princess, and they were his servants, just like Harry was.
Cally rarely ever did anything by herself. She didn't seem to have any talents at all - the only thing she seemed to be good at was loafing around, doing nothing at all. She wasn't good at any household chores, not cooking nor knitting nor cleaning. She didn't like books, and found studying to be, as Harry quotes, 'such a bore'.
Cally, though, surprisingly packed quite a strong punch despite the lack of physical activities she did. She was very strong, Harry had to agree, because whenever things didn't go her way she broke something. And that would then result in Harry receiving the blame from his aunt and uncle for making their 'precious Cally-kins' mad. He was then forced to clean up after his cousin whilst Cally got pampered and showered with apologies and gifts.
Harry didn't like his relatives much. Harry's relatives didn't like him very much, either. They weren't very kind to him; in fact they were down right mean - they made him do all the work in their household, from cleaning to washing to cooking supper, breakfast and lunch. To put it simple, Harry was treated as a servant by them, instead of a family member.
And Harry didn't know why, other than the fact that his aunt and uncle didn't want anything to do with him at all except that they couldn't just throw him out onto the roads (for what reason, Harry didn't know, but he was quite thankful - he didn't know how he would survive by himself).
Harry didn't like being surrounded by people he didn't know, and that would eventually happen because he couldn't survive by himself and he didn't know much people other than his relatives. He'd rather be with people who hated him than alone in a place where he didn't know anyone. At all. It scared Harry - he wasn't used to being surrounded by strangers. Harry had lived a mostly secluded life - though he was sometimes let out to play in the woods if he was good or if his family didn't feel like seeing his face that day. Sometimes he was sent to the outside, to the woods to fetch water, or to gather wild mushrooms and berries, his relatives never thinking twice of his safety. He was sometimes even allowed to go to the marketplace with his aunt to buy the groceries.
But although Harry did enjoy the outside, he enjoyed the inside, as well. Harry loved reading - though he didn't get the chance to read books as often as he wanted to. Usually he read Cally's old books, ones that she had most likely never read and never will - and undoubtedly wont ever miss. Or sometimes the ones from the library in the town square which he visited occasionally when his family weren't looking.
Harry especially liked fairy tales. Ever since he was small he had always wished that he would one day be rescued from his family by his very own Prince Charming. But he knew that would never happen, because that only happened in books, to people like... people like Cally.
Harry knew that even if a prince did come strolling by their town, and if said prince were too pass by his house, he would instantly fall in love with Cally, and not him. And then Cally would be the one that would be rescued from her normal life of a commoner, and she would marry the prince and live in a large castle and be his queen and then they would live happily ever after, whilst he would be stuck in Little Whinging for the rest of his life.
But he was being awfully pessimistic, wasn't he?
Luna was right - he really did need to be more positive.
Huh? Who's Luna? Oh! Right, you didn't know about Luna, do you? Well, Luna was a fairy, whom Harry had met and saved from a baby crumple-horned snorkack, was it?, years and years ago when he was a young boy.
Ah, now Luna, she was pretty.
She was also Harry's self-proclaimed Fairy Godmother.
Luna, like many other fairies, was made of magic, and as a fairy she had much, much more magic than a normal person. In fact, fairies were considered one of the more 'magical' - a term if asked the meaning meant just that - species, just a few ladders more magical that the average witch or wizard.
Other magical creatures also included goblins and grindylows - and unicorns too. And dragons and dwarfs and phoenix's and so and so and so on.
But we're getting rather off track, aren't we? The point was that Luna was Harry Potter's Godmother, and that meant that Luna would help Harry whenever he was in trouble. Luna would also grant Harry's wishes. If you had forgotten what Harry's wish was, let me help remind you. Harry, ever since he was small, had developed a passion for reading fairy tales, and had wished that he would be rescued from his family by his very own Prince Charming.
That wish had yet to be granted however, though Harry still believed that it would be granted soon, because Luna had promised once before that she would grant that wish of his. And Luna hadn't once broken a promise to Harry.
Although it still made Harry anxious - because for the years Luna had been his Godmother, she had yet to make an attempt to grant his wish. Still, whenever Harry had questioned her concerning his wish, she had always replied with the same vague answer: 'the time has yet to come, Harry.'
Harry could only hope that Luna would keep her word, but either way he would wait and wish harder than ever for his very own saviour. And even if it took years for his wish to be granted, he would wait. Patience was, after all, a virtue. One he intended to use.
Little did he know that his wish would be granted so soon.
Harry enjoyed the outdoors very much. He revelled in the way in which the wind blew, gently, softly, brushing against his skin, how the sun's rays beat down upon his skin, and the way that the leaves crunched beneath his feet, crackling and snapping. Harry breathed in the crisp autumn air, and let out a soft breath, gripping tightly the handle of the empty straw basket in his hand.
"Luna!" Harry called out, as soon as he was already deep into the woods, at a further distance away from his relative's house. "You there?"
There was a pause, before Harry heard the tell-tale signs of another presence being near him, and then: "Hello there, Harry." Came a soft, whimsical voice from behind him. "The Sun is nice today, don't you think?"
Harry turned around, and grinned toothily at the small blonde fairy. "Hello to you too, Luna. And yes, the Sun seems to be cheerier than last week's, if that's what you're saying."
Luna giggled in response, and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face behind her ear. "No, no, silly. I meant that the Jujuperks are bathing more frequently in the Sun today. The Sun can't seem cheery, Harry. Didn't you know?"
"Right, how silly of me." Harry replied amusedly, already used to the strange conversations he had with the blue-eyed fairy. "Are you busy today, or do you have the time to accompany me out to pick some mushrooms for supper? Cally-kins," he said with an added eye-roll, "has been craving mushroom soup recently. You think I can pick a poisonous mushroom, make her ill, and then say it was an accident?"
"I don't think so, no." Luna replied, tilting her head to her side. "And I can't today, Harry. I have some business to attend to." Luna continued in the same airy, distant voice Harry was so familiar with. "Also, Harry, I've been hearing from Neville that the Nargles have been craving mushrooms this month. They've been taking some mushrooms from a clearing, further up north from here. Maybe you should check it out before going your way? I can't go Nargle sighting today, so perhaps you can take my place."
"Right." Harry said, "be sure to thank Neville for me for the information, I'll go and check it out. See you, Luna. I'll be sure tell you if I spotted any Nargles - and to keep a short distance away from any of them in case they get feisty." Harry nodded wisely. "And I might even get the chance to pick some mushrooms whilst I'm there." Harry concluded, waving good-bye at his Godmother, already headed for the direction Luna had pointed out to him.
From behind him he could hear Luna's airy voice, filled with something akin to smugness - as if she knew something Harry didn't - not that said person noticed anything different to the usual in her tone of voice. "The Nargles aren't the only thing you should keep watch out of today, Harry. Do tell me what happens once you've returned."
"Good-bye, Luna." Harry sighed, in mock-irritation, shrugging off her warning. "I'll see you later." Harry said, grinning cheekily up at her before turning to walk away.
"Good-bye, Harry." Luna replied, as she unveiled her wings, and fluttered them once or twice, before she rose from the ground, and flew away, opposite the direction her Godchild went. "And good luck." She said softly (more to herself than her Godchild, really), a small smile gracing her lips. 'You'll be needing it.'
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