AN: Ok this is my first story. I'm only in Middle School so I don't expect it to be fantastic but give it a go! Thanks.

DISCLAIMER: I couldn't read when Harry Potter first came out so I highly doubt I wrote it. Credit goes to J.K Rowling!

Warning: This is going to be AU. Also implied mild Dursley Abuse.

10 year old Harry Potter was running from his cousin and his gang. This was a fairly common activity for him but this time he knew if they caught him he'd really regret it. In hindsight stealing Dudley's fantasy trading card game had not been the brightest idea but something about the crudely drawn pictures of wizards and witches (something that would have horrified Aunt Petunia had she known) deeply intrigued him. It was almost as if it sparked something deep inside his head; reminiscent of long lost memories.

Harry chalked this up to wishful thinking; he deeply wished there was something special about him and that someone would save him but he had long since resigned himself to his fate as the Dursley's slave until he turned 18. At the moment Harry had more pressing issues to deal with. Chiefly the fact that Piers Polkiss, the most athletic of the group, was on his heels and once he caught him he'd be in for a good beating. Not to mention his uncle's rage were he to find out that Harry was indulging in his unnaturalness.

As Harry began to round the corner across from the school canteen, he realized with a sinking feeling in his stomach that he was trapped. There was absolutely nothing between him and his cousin's ghastly gang except for some shabby dustbins that would afford him very little protection. He heard Pier's voice from behind him, his normal whiny voice taking on a mocking edge.

"Oh look is Potty trapped. Nobody wants the freak, not even his freak parents. They'd rather die than stay with him." Dudley laughed, sounding like a pig running out of air.

"Ha ha! Good one Pier's. Lets get 'im" Harry felt hot tears start to run down his cheek. He rubbed them away, furious at himself for the momentary weakness.

'Nothing they said isn't true', he thought. Nobody wanted me not even my parents.

He closed his eyes tightly letting his despair and anger gather within him and made a desperate wish.

'I wish, I could meet my parents. I wish, I was somewhere else entirely. ANYWHERE would beat here'

Harry begged within his head, repeating the phrase over and over again. Suddenly he felt power erupting within him and all went black.