Title: Almost a hug
Summary: 100 word drabble. "Children will not remember you for the material things you provided but for the feeling that you cherished them."
Disclaimer: Harry Potter blah blah blah not mine.
If he closed his eyes right now, they might believe he was sleeping by the time they pulled into Little Surrey... And just maybe Aunt Petunia would carry him to bed. He could know what it felt like to have arms wrapped around him. Almost a hug... or as close that he'd ever get. A sharp turn and halt of the car let him know he'd soon experience the one thing that made him jealous of his cousin. It'd almost be a hug.
Two doors opened and closed before he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Wake up! We're home."