Disclaimer: me own nihil of hp.
Summary: what if Harry's brother was announced the BWL and Harry was neglected. What if they sent him to the Dursley's and oh mi god! The Dursley's are actually nice
No wonder. No one can resist Harry's fae like look and golden heart.
It will probably be slash later on. Still a bit undecided about the pairings.
Ashes in the wind
Chapter 2: picture perfect
It was a warm summer day. Most children were dragging their parents to play in the park.
Many wizarding children could be found flying through the air on -as told in many muggle fairy tales- broomsticks.
However Harry was not.
He sat under a lone cherry blossom tree that stood slightly on a hilltop, gazing at his father and brother gliding through the air.
His brother although advanced for fliers his age, paled in comparison to his father who made daredevil drops a, heart stopping dives only to pull up at the end and elegant twirls.
If he lowered his gaze he would find his mother sitting on a blanket, squealing in a mixture of fear and amusement as his father flew right above her fiery red hair.
And if he waited jus a few seconds-
Ah, there was his uncle Sirius, a mere black blur peeking up speed and barely managing to avoid a painful collision with his father.
A few meters behind him was his uncle Remus calmly walking towards them to join lily on the ground. He always was the levelheaded one of them and would have hour long discussions with his mother, both being dedicated scholars.
It used to hurt; it still hurt, to see them like this, like he's never even there.
It hurt when he would see his father teaching his brother how to mount a broom, when he saw his mother hand him a sandwich and wipe his chin, to see Sirius, his godfather playing a prank with him on his father, it hurt.
And yet he would hide it all behind a blank mask of feigned uninterest.
He learned long ago they would never notice him anymore, no matter how much he cried or screamed.
So he hid it and at night he would cry out.
He'd cry until his eyes ran dry and he could cry no more and he would snuggle with Paddy, his only stuff toy. It was given to him from Sirius, a black fluffy dog not unlike his animagus form. It was one of the few gifts he had before that night.
After that night, he got less and less, while they would shower his brother with affection.
As time passed the barely glanced at him, until he could walk in a room and no one would notice him.
They didn't mistreat him or hit him, but the lack of attention was just as bad.
He shook his head as if to forget all the pain his family brought him and returned his gaze to the black notebook, resting open on his knees.
He took out a pencil and soon delicate hands drew elegant lines and filled the blank paper. He would draw whatever he wanted, and his drawings, although he was a child, were so lifelike it was as if they would jump right out of the paper.
Sometimes when the pain got too much he would draw his family as he saw them and he would add himself in the picture perfect family. They were his lifeline, for in all the pictures that adorned the living room and that hung all the walls in the house he was always absent, as if they had only one child.
He sighed as he completed yet another drawing this one of himself flying through the air. It was a dream, an impossible wish, for his father would never allow him on one of his precious brooms.
"I wish that just for once I could fly'" he whispered softly in the wind
"Why just once?" a soft voice seem to say
Harry looked around bewildered, trying to locate the source of the voice." who are you?"
A soft chiming laugh sounded trough the air.
"Would you believe me if I said that I was a tree, the very same tree that you're sitting on?"
Harry gaped "not really" and looked around as if trying to look for the source.
"don't bother" the same voice said.
In the wizarding world everything is possible, he thought.
He felt something caressing his face. He looked up and saw..
i know rather lame cliffie
Hey this will be slash later one. I'm still unsure of the pairings, I might make it bzhp. Unless you want another one. I'll try to be a better writer and improve, though reviews will help me greatly. hint,hint