AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm baaack! Sorry I've been gone so long. Did not mean to be gone for so long, but so is life! Here it is, the next chapter of the Chronicles. Please enjoy, review, and follow! I've got a Twitter account for you all to follow if you'd like – TheDarkWrote. Simple, yes?
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Celebrating his own birthday was always a depressing thing; no one knew or cared that it was his birthday. But that was okay for Harry, he didn't mind that no one knew it was his birthday. It wasn't something that was bothering him terribly.
Because it was Richard's birthday instead.
With the bit of money he had found in the park and been saving for a rainy day, Harry had bought a small strawberry flavored cupcake. Using a candle left over from Dudley's tenth birthday and a match that he had scrounged up, he sat his miniature birthday cake down in the middle of the park. Richard had always loved strawberries and strawberry flavored sweets.
Harry looked up at the night sky, admiring the stars. He wondered which one was where Richard was. Sighing, the nine year old looked down at the cupcake before carefully lighting the one lone candle.
"Happy Birthday, Richard," he whispered, closing jewel-like emerald eyes. "Make a wish."
Leaning down, he blew out the candle in the older boy's stead…
…across the universe, slumped against the wall of a dark and cold alley, was Richard B. Riddick. Brown eyes snapped open, searching the alley, the newly turned fifteen year old swearing he had heard someone. Someone who had a sweet, musical voice…
"Harry," sighed the teen. "Wish I could see you again…"
End of Chapter.