Title: if wishes were horses

Story type: drabble (100 words)

Summary: Harry dreams.

He dreams of rain.

He dreams of Quidditch with the whip of the storm around him, with the crack of lightning and the rumble of thunder. He dreams of freshly laundered uniforms and bedsheets, of baths and of showers and of endless, endless cups of water.

He dreams of vast lakes and of turbid rivers all around.

He dreams of crying, of his tears falling to the ground because it's not a waste, no no no.

It is three years since Voldemort cursed the sky and the clouds fled and the fields died.

He dreams of rain.

They all do.