Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fanfiction, all publicly reconised charcters and plot lines belong to J.K Rowling.
AN: welcome to my first ever work of fanfiction , I hope you like it and please go easy on me :)
For as long as he could remember, Harry always found comfort in the words branded on his right wrist. It's true that he didn't know what they meant-the words only became legible a year ago- but the mere fact that he had a soulmate out there, that he would someday meet a person that would love him even though he was a freak was enough for him.
He would spend hours on end while locked in his cupboard imagining what his soulmate would be like: sometimes it was a pretty girl with blond hair and blue eyes that wore beautiful dresses and always had a smile on her face; other times it was a red haired boy that liked to play sport and never was without a football.
And while most people spent most of their time before meeting their soulmates trying to imagine them and wishing to find them, none wished as hard as Harry, because to him meeting his soulmate meant finding someone who would accept him as he was, and maybe even someone who would take him away from the Dursleys and into a better life.
But unfortunately for him, His soulmate wasn't going to take him away from his wretched life; in fact his soulmate was the reason that he had to live with the Dursleys.
With a last look at the words on his wrist, the ten year old drifted into sleep with the words "Avada Kedavra" still swimming behind his eyes.