What is that you say? You what to know if I own Harry Potter? (Fall's off chair laughing) oh, you weren't kidding…

A/N. Hey, people wanted me to continue with Dreams, so- I decided to do a kind of series… this really doesn't have anything to do with the other story, but is still about a younger Harry. Hope you like it!

WARNING! Major angst.

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What do you do with a Question?



"Don't ask questions!" That was the first thing Harry's uncle Vernon had ever told him, and told him- then, he started yelling it.

The first time Harry had asked a question, he was four, and it was a simple, "How did I get my scar?" His uncle had turned an interesting shade of white, which had quickly turned red.

"In the car crash where your parents died, and DON'T ASK QUESTIONS!" Uncle Vernon then shut Harry in the cupboard. Harry hated it in there. But he knew better then to complain.

Harry sat down in a corner and hugged his knees close to him. Curled up in a little ball, he could pretend that nothing bad was happening to him. He could pretend that he was playing hide and seek with his dad. Or that he was trying to avoid chores set by his mum. A single tear slipped down his face, and Harry wiped it away quickly, it wouldn't do to let Dudley see him crying.

"It's not fair," Harry whispered to himself, "why do I have to be the one without parents? Why do I have to live with people who hate me? Why can't I have any friends?" Harry's questions turned more bitter, and more tears streaked down his face. Still crying, Harry slipped into a light sleep.

The next day, Dudley went to the park. Harry was told to go with him. When he asked "why?" he was giving a smack, and kicked out of the house. So, a gloomy Harry followed Dudley down the street to the park. Once there, he went over to the teeter-totter, and sat on one of the ends.

But he was quickly pushed off by Dudley, "A teeter-totter is for two people," the fat little boy spat, "you can't play here!"

So Harry got up off the ground and walked over to the swings. But again, he was pushed off of that too, "you need a friend to play on the swings, too," Dudley said, grinning maliciously, "and, you don't have any." He said it like it was a well-known fact.

By this point, Harry was starting to get angry, "Why don't you just leave me alone?" he said.

Dudley smirked at him, and said in a tone that matched him parents, "Don't ask questions."

"Fine," Harry shouted, loosing his temper, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" and to his amazement, he was left alone. Harry shrugged off his amazement, and sat down on a swing. Slowly pushing him self back and forth. Then higher, and higher- his hair blowing out behind him.

A few minutes later, a little girl sat down next to him. She had short blonde hair, and pretty gray eyes, and was wearing a green shirt, and shorts.

"Hi," she greeted him, looking Harry straight in the eyes.

"Hi." Harry said, stopping his swinging, and looking at the girl curiously, "What's your name?" he asked then he bit his lip and glanced down at the ground.

"Draky," the girl said, not noticing when he bit his lip, "what's yours?"

Harry shrugged, "it doesn't matter who I am." He told the girl, "I'm just an orphan that nobody loves."

Draky frowned at that, "why are you an orphan?" she asked.

"My parents died," Harry told her, "I really don't want to talk about it- cause I have to live with my horrible relatives."

"Oh," she said, "I'm sorry…" she didn't seem to know what to say, so she asked him another question, "who was that boy you were talking to before? I don't like him, he made fun of me."

"That was my cousin, Dudley," Harry told her, "I'm really sorry he pushed you, usually he pushes me…." Again there was a silence, and Harry started to swing again. Draky just watched him, going higher and higher.

Harry had an insane grin on his face; soon, he could see the whole playground. There was Dudley over there, picking on a little boy with red hair. There were people walking on the little paths. There were families having picnics, and mothers scolding kids.

As he swooped down, he shouted out, "what do you think would happen if I jumped?"

Draky looked nervous, "don't jump." She called to him as he swooped back down, "you might hurt your self."

Harry laughed off her warning, "I know that-" he yelled back to her, "that's the whole point." Draky didn't look very happy with that last remark.

"But if you jump," she whispered, "then I won't have a friend anymore." Harry didn't hear this; he was too busy trying to get higher. Suddenly with an insane laugh, he flung himself from the swing. And to his and Draky's amazement, he didn't fall according to the laws of gravity. He drifted downward like a feather, slowly touching down to the ground.

"Hmp," Harry sulked, "that's what you get for being underfed for your entire life."

"Why did you want to get hurt?" Draky finally asked, but Harry didn't answer.

"Why is it," he muttered to himself, "that I'm the only one here who isn't loved," he turned to Draky, "I mean, I have no family, or friends. I'm not even allowed to ask questions!" A tear slid down his face, and he stared at the ground.

"Then what do you do with your questions?" Draky finally asked.

Harry looked up and grinned, "I ask them anyway- I figure that one of these days, they've got to answer, right?"

"How long have you been asking?"

"Not too long, but I'm going to get my answers- you mark my words." Harry suddenly frowned, "why is my Uncle here?" he muttered staring into the distance.

Draky followed his gaze, there was a large man staring over at them, "You boy!" the man shouted harshly, "it's time for dinner." The man turned away and called to the fat little blonde boy, "Come on, Dudley- time to go home."

Dudley stopped pushing the red-haired boy, and waddled as fast as he could to his father.

"Shouldn't you go?" Draky asked finally

Harry shrugged, "I don't really want to go back there…" he spun around in a little circle, then stopped suddenly, "why was Dudley making fun of you?" he asked. But he never got his answer because at that moment, Uncle Vernon yelled for him again, "Harry, get over here NOW!"

Harry made a face and started to walk away, "bye," he called.

Draky watched him walk away, "he said that I look like a girl…"

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A/N. So, what did you think? I'm not really sure but I guess it's okay. Tell me what you think (see the review button, it's right down there…) And if you wanted to know, the red-haired kid that Dudley was picking on was Ron, or one of the Weasleys. And Draky was Draco Malfoy.

You knew that I'd slip him in here… *evil wink*

This is evilbunny signing off, until next time anyway…

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