1An orangish glow told him that it was sunrise. He had been unconscious the entire night only to wake up and find himself in an unfamiliar, yet beautiful, land.
The bright green grass moved gently as the wind blue, the water glistened, and the animals walked by as if they were in peace. Elephants, wildebeests, antelopes, and giraffes all walked among each other while different species of birds flew above, all of them seem to be headed for the same rock that rose above the rock. As if it was some sort of pride rock.
From the day we arrive on
this planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see
than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
The sun had now risen showing him the sapphire sky. The land looked even more beautiful. More beautiful than his current home, if he could call it that.
He stared all around him as he watched the animals slowly move passed him in an organized line. The elephants walked with the other elephants, the babies walked beside their mothers, and yet, they had not noticed the thirteen-year-old boy that stood near them.
There is far too much to take
in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling
high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the
endless round
Intrigued, the boy walked along side the animals careful as not to disturb them or get smashed by them. They were certainly bigger than him. He stopped a distance from the cliff so that he could see only the edge and nothing more.
He looked around the animals were fixated on the edge of the cliff as if something was going to appear there.
It's the circle of life
And
it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and
love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the
circle
The circle of life
The boy blinked in the morning sun and found the bright light blinding as the rays hit his glasses. He took them off not wanting to harm his eyes any further. He looked up into the blurry sky and saw a blue bird flying towards the edge of the cliff.
It landed in front of a large golden brown animal with a large mane. A lion?
The boy was slightly pushed aside as a baboon with a stick that had fruit dangling from the top of it walk by. He glanced at the boy for a second, then kept on to the cliff.
The boy put back on his glasses not wanting to miss anything. He looked up at the cliff just in time to see the baboon give the lion a hug.
The lion and the baboon vanished from view and he was looking at the edge of the cliff once again.
After a few minutes, the baboon slowly started to appear on the edge of the cliff. It had both its hands close to its chest as if it were holding a baby.
It's the circle of life
The baboon raised its arms and inside of its hands was a baby cub that was the same color as the previous lion. The animals' calls were loud around him. He looked around and saw all of them stamping there feet and shouting there approval.
It's the circle of life
And
it moves us all
Through despair and
hopeThrough faith and love
Till we find our place
A cloud in the sky shifted and a ray of beam light hit the young cub causing them all to bow. The boy saw every single last animal bow before the cub as if it were a king.
On the path unwinding
In
the circle
The circle of life
The baboon lowered the cub and then disappeared once more. The animals all began to disperse and the boy, deciding it wasn't a good idea to hang around a place that had a giant lion, he began to make his way...where?
He had no where to go. It was obvious that his relatives didn't want him. They abandoned him and left him in this strange lands where the animals had pride.
As he made his way in the opposite direction of the cliff, he thought back when he had arrived home from school.
He had just placed his trunk inside of his uncle's trunk. He was about to get into the back seat when his uncle stopped him suggesting that he ride up front with him.
This was odd. His uncle would never allow him to sit in front of the car. In fact, every time he had to ride in the car, his uncle would complain that he didn't want a freak in his car.
He had gotten in the front seat and placed his seatbelt on. He then began to drive in the opposite direction of 'home'.
"Where are we going, Uncle Vernon?" the boy asked bewildered.
"Never you mind, boy," growled his uncle. "You just keep quiet. Where's that bloody owl?"
"Oh," he said. He had left Hedwig in the care of one of his friends so that she would be able to get out and about. The minute he had arrived last year, his uncle had padlocked his pet owl in her cage. "I gave her away." he lied.
Uncle Vernon just gave a noncommital grunt and continued to drive.
They were silent for the rest of the car ride and Uncle Vernon didn't say a word of where they were headed. Uncle Vernon didn't speak again until he was driving on a mountain where, below, a thick woods.
"For twelve years did we have to put up with Harry Potter, the freak boy who's parents were murdered for being freaks."
"My parents–" he was cut off by a sharp blow to the mouth.
Uncle Vernon had punched him in the mouth. Harry licked his lips and could taste the blood.
"Shut up!" his uncle growled. "We've had enough of your freaky ways. We've decided it's best that you lived on your own."
"But..." Harry didn't finish. His uncle was giving him a threatening look telling him that if he said something he would get hit again.
"Take your seatbelt off," instructed Uncle Vernon.
Harry didn't question him. He unbuckled the belt and waited for what was to happen next.
"Open the door," his uncle told him.
Harry felt a burning feeling in his throat and his eyes began to water. He knew what was to come.
He opened the door and his uncle gave him a harsh push. Harry fell out of the car and onto hard ground where his arm was scraped against rough gravel.
He continued to roll and finally reached the edge of the mountain where he fell over. He hit his head on various rocks and stones, thankfully he remained conscious.
His body left the land and he felt himself falling towards the woods. His glasses slipped off his face, but he quickly grabbed them. If he survived the fall, he didn't want to spend the rest of his life blind.
His life...
Harry didn't remember much. Just that he had woken up in the forest and had wondered around for months trying to find civilization, but none was never found. He hadn't talked to another human for months and to remain sane, he recalled the last two years of his glorious life. The years he had spent at his school. His one true home.
Finally, after months of near starvation, he finally given up and collapsed near a river. He must have fallen in and ridden the current down and over the waterfall.
Harry choked back a sob. Now was not the time to think about his unwanted family. How could he say that? Of course now was the time. His family had abandoned him and no one knew where he was. Were there people out there looking for him? Probably not, because no one would miss him and the ones who would, would only miss him because he was famous.
Tears began to leak out the corners of his eyes. He was alone. He had no one to care for him. No one to hold him, to tell him that he was loved. He just had himself.
His life...
He would start a new life in this beautiful land. He would do what he could to survive. He would eat what he could find, sleep where he could sleep, and raise himself to be wild.
He took off the watch on his left wrist, through it on the ground, and stomped on it until it was broken into pieces. He was destroying the last bit of technology he had on him. He would only keep his wand because that was his way to defend himself.
This was the last of the boy-who-lived or 'the freak'. He would remain true to himself and his heart would remain pure, but he would live in the wild. Like a beast...like an animal...like a wild child.