Sweet Tears, I Wish You Were Here
By RicaSieg
Disclaimer: Okay I am only going to say this once. If Harry and Co. were my characters I would not be writing a FANFIC.
(A/n)Now that that is all straightened out who's up for a little story. You all don't need to run at me at once he he he. Maybe I should just make this one long author's note. Okay okay. No need to threaten me with decapitation. I'll write. *mumbles to her self* some people are downright nasty.
Now I'm going to torture all with a dedication. (The evilness that is me)
This story is dedicated to the brilliant mind that feeds my thirst for her wonderful stories. She is (drum roll please) .
Farseeker!
On with the story.
Chapter One: Wishing you were here
"Get up boy!"
"I'm coming," came the feeble voice of Harry Potter as he spits out a spider web that had fallen when Aunt Petunia had rapped on the door. The young boy pulled himself into a sitting position and rubbed his stomach. It had been four days since they had fed him. He crawled out of the cupboard and walked down the hall to the kitchen.
"Get the mail boy," growled his uncle. Harry turned and slowly retreated to the front door. He picked up the letters and carried them to his uncle. He had done this chore for as long as he could remember. He slowly crawled up on the chair that he could just barely reach.
"Oh my Diddy Dummy Duddy Wuddy what do you want for breakfast?" cooed Aunt Petunia at Dudley, Harry's 6 year old cousin.
"Cheero's," exclaimed Dudley.
"Okey wokey Diddy duddy dudums." exclaimed Aunt Petunia as she produced to bowls of cheerios for Dudley and Harry. Harry accidentally dropped his spoon.
"Don't go throwing around Petunias good silverware you retched boy," yelled Uncle Vernon.
"I'm sorry," stammered Harry as he picked up the spoon. When he went to eat again, knowing if he asked for a new spoon he would be yelled at again, saw that the bowl was empty. "Hey Dudley took my cheerios," said Harry.
"How dare you accuse my Diddy Dudums?! Get out of my kitchen!" With that said Aunt Petunia pulled him off his chair and pushed him out of the house.
Harry sat squished against the side of the house. It was raining and there seemed to be no way to keep from getting wet.
"Mummy, Daddy *sniff* I wish you were hear." Tears streamed down the young boys face. He hid his eyes in his hands and cried alone softly. He rocked back and forth in his overlarge cloths. He clutched them around him for warmth.
Suddenly he felt surrounded by warmth. The warm wave washed over him and eased him into a peaceful sleep.
He dreamed of a kind old man with blue eyes handing him to a woman with bright red hair. They were talking but he couldn't hear what they were saying. A tall man with dark, messy hair tickled his chin. He wanted to hear what the man was saying to him. Tears of frustration ran down his face. Soon the beautiful dream ended and he woke; tears streaming down his face. What little warmth that was left with him slowly deteriorated.
He heard Aunt Petunia calling for him to hurry up and get in the house. Upon entering he was yelled at for getting dirty and sent to his cupboard with out dinner. He sat alone trying to get to sleep. Eventually he did.
"Lilly take Harry and run!"
A bright flash.
Evil laughter.
Darkness.
End of chapter one
I hope you peeps liked it.
Chapter Two will be out Tomorrow (Maybe today if I decide to stay up late).
Next part is not so sad.
It has Lilly and James in it.
Please stick with me peeps this story will be quite interesting when I'm done with it.
Hope you enjoyed
Vale!
RicaSieg (a.k.a. Blossom)
By RicaSieg
Disclaimer: Okay I am only going to say this once. If Harry and Co. were my characters I would not be writing a FANFIC.
(A/n)Now that that is all straightened out who's up for a little story. You all don't need to run at me at once he he he. Maybe I should just make this one long author's note. Okay okay. No need to threaten me with decapitation. I'll write. *mumbles to her self* some people are downright nasty.
Now I'm going to torture all with a dedication. (The evilness that is me)
This story is dedicated to the brilliant mind that feeds my thirst for her wonderful stories. She is (drum roll please) .
Farseeker!
On with the story.
Chapter One: Wishing you were here
"Get up boy!"
"I'm coming," came the feeble voice of Harry Potter as he spits out a spider web that had fallen when Aunt Petunia had rapped on the door. The young boy pulled himself into a sitting position and rubbed his stomach. It had been four days since they had fed him. He crawled out of the cupboard and walked down the hall to the kitchen.
"Get the mail boy," growled his uncle. Harry turned and slowly retreated to the front door. He picked up the letters and carried them to his uncle. He had done this chore for as long as he could remember. He slowly crawled up on the chair that he could just barely reach.
"Oh my Diddy Dummy Duddy Wuddy what do you want for breakfast?" cooed Aunt Petunia at Dudley, Harry's 6 year old cousin.
"Cheero's," exclaimed Dudley.
"Okey wokey Diddy duddy dudums." exclaimed Aunt Petunia as she produced to bowls of cheerios for Dudley and Harry. Harry accidentally dropped his spoon.
"Don't go throwing around Petunias good silverware you retched boy," yelled Uncle Vernon.
"I'm sorry," stammered Harry as he picked up the spoon. When he went to eat again, knowing if he asked for a new spoon he would be yelled at again, saw that the bowl was empty. "Hey Dudley took my cheerios," said Harry.
"How dare you accuse my Diddy Dudums?! Get out of my kitchen!" With that said Aunt Petunia pulled him off his chair and pushed him out of the house.
Harry sat squished against the side of the house. It was raining and there seemed to be no way to keep from getting wet.
"Mummy, Daddy *sniff* I wish you were hear." Tears streamed down the young boys face. He hid his eyes in his hands and cried alone softly. He rocked back and forth in his overlarge cloths. He clutched them around him for warmth.
Suddenly he felt surrounded by warmth. The warm wave washed over him and eased him into a peaceful sleep.
He dreamed of a kind old man with blue eyes handing him to a woman with bright red hair. They were talking but he couldn't hear what they were saying. A tall man with dark, messy hair tickled his chin. He wanted to hear what the man was saying to him. Tears of frustration ran down his face. Soon the beautiful dream ended and he woke; tears streaming down his face. What little warmth that was left with him slowly deteriorated.
He heard Aunt Petunia calling for him to hurry up and get in the house. Upon entering he was yelled at for getting dirty and sent to his cupboard with out dinner. He sat alone trying to get to sleep. Eventually he did.
"Lilly take Harry and run!"
A bright flash.
Evil laughter.
Darkness.
End of chapter one
I hope you peeps liked it.
Chapter Two will be out Tomorrow (Maybe today if I decide to stay up late).
Next part is not so sad.
It has Lilly and James in it.
Please stick with me peeps this story will be quite interesting when I'm done with it.
Hope you enjoyed
Vale!
RicaSieg (a.k.a. Blossom)
