On His Father's Wings

by Torina Archelda

I don't think this has ever been done before, it's a very different twist on the usual way that the Dursleys view Harry, and a different Harry than the one you'd expect. The prologue will make everything clear, I promise. Please read and review!

1. Prologue

THIS IS ONLY THE PROLOGUE! FURTHER CHAPTERS WILL BE MUCH LONGER, I USUALLY WRITE EXTREMELY LENGTHY CHAPTERS! PLEASE BEAR WITH ME, I JUST FELT THAT THIS NEEDED TO BE DONE THIS WAY. THANKS!

On His Father's Wings

Prologue: Something New

The boy stared dully about him at the shimmering decorations and huge pile of presents that sat on his the table, and the people who had raised him celebrated his cousin's birthday. He wished that they would take notice of him the way they did his cousin, that they would love him deeply and unconditionally as they did the boy who was now turning eleven.

Happy birthday to you…

When he was younger, he had done everything he could to please them- done everything they asked him to right when they said, gotten good grades on his homework, studied almost constantly, smiled and nodded and said yes ma'am and yes sir with a grin, even when he felt like screaming at the falseness of it all. Nothing had made them love him, but even though he knew it was futile he refused to give up hope- his world was one of contradictions, after all, and it wasn't hard to hold onto one so simple.

Happy birthday to you…

His cousin, sitting in the chair at the head of the table, was bouncing in his seat with delight, overjoyed that he'd soon get to open his mountain of gifts. His eyes wide and gleaming with excitement, he leaned forward as the song winded down, ready to blow out the candles after he made his wish.

Happy birthday, dear Harry…

Deciding he'd seen enough, Dudley Dursley sighed and turned his back on the spectacle before him, grabbing a broom on his way into the kitchen. They would want him to sweep the floor before his cousin's party guests arrived. He shut the door that separated the kitchen from the dining room, sighing as the last line of the song floated off into the wind, and set to work.

Happy birthday to you…

Well, what do you think? Should I continue? It's just that this plot bunny has been bugging me for a while, and I decided it was time to get it out. : ) Review, please!

Torina

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