"Pocket Full of Sunshine"
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. The song 'Pocket Full of Sunshine is Natasha Bedingfield's.
Authors Note: This song is kind of meant to be upbeat and happy but I thought it could work. First fic so, let me know what you think:
"I got a pocket, a pocket full of sunshine. I've got love and I know that it's all mine."
As Harry lay there thinking the day over he realized no matter what Uncle Vernon said, he was loved. Maybe he didn't have any living blood relatives, but his makeshift one was just fine. Who else had their best friends family love them like their own? An escaped convict Godfather? Or how about a werewolf professor? Even if his family was dysfunctional he was loved.
"Do what you want, but your never gonna break me. Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me."
Harry winced as he tried to get comfortable on his rickety old mattress in Dudley's second bedroom. His beating today was worse than usual. It hurt to move, to breath, it hurt to do anything, even something as little as blinking.
"Take me away: A secret place. A sweet escape: Take me away."
He was fighting consciousness now. He could feel his heart slowing down as slowly; his gaze was turning whiter from the outside in. The pain was ebbing away, as he was taken over by, not blackness, but whiteness.
"Take me away to better days. Take me away: a higher place…"
He knew he was dying. He knew this summer was going to be his last. After all his relatives did to him why would they let him become a legal wizard when he turned seventeen, when he wasn't even going to be able to turn fifteen? He could read it in his uncles' eyes the day he was picked up from the train station, and he read it again earlier today.
"…There's a place that I go. But nobody knows. Where the river flows. And I call it home."
Harry closed his eyes, only to be met with the sight of a hilly valley. It was so serene, peaceful. Father up was a cottage, two people standing in front of it waving at him, gesturing for him to come closer.
"And there's no more lies. In the darkness, there's only light. And nobody cries there's only butterflies…"
"Harry!" his mother said as soon as he was in hearing distance. Pulling him into his own mothers embrace he hadn't know he missed so much until just now.
"We missed you so much son." His father said after his mother let him have a go at giving their one and only son a long awaited hug. "Your mother and I cant express how proud we are of you. We love you so much." His father said putting his hands on Harry's shoulders giving him a once over as his mother looked on fondly.
Back on Privet Drive sirens broke the quiet summer night. Police cars and emergency vehicles took up most of the street. Someone must have heard the screams. At number four, Harry Potter's face looked pained as the sheet was pulled over his bruised and bloodied face. More and more neighbors filling in the empty street space to see what had happened. The Dursley's could be seen looking stuffed in a squad car arguing about "nosey neighbors"
"The sun is on my side. Take me for a ride. I smile up to the sky. I know I'll be alright.
"Mum..Dad," Harry said looking at each of his parents with an overwhelming amount of emotion showing through his eyes. "I love you too."
Somewhere not too far from Privet Drive a dog howled.