Chapter one: My wish
People say that if you wish something with all your hearth it comes true, sometimes those wishes aren't what you wish for. Harry Potter was a 15 year old boy and he was very different from boys his age, he hated summer vacation more than anything , he hated sleeping and dreams; especially the ones he had when he was awake . The date was July 30th the next day was his birthday but he didn't expected anything and he didn't care about anything anymore in fact the only reason he was out the house was that he couldn't put uop with his aunt constanltly naggin:" Why don't you eat?, Why don't you talk? Why why why? ", "why do you care????" thought Harry bitterly, she didn't used to care, why does she now?, now that he didn't want her to care, now that he didn't want anyone to care. But still a lot of people did, Ron, Hermione, M and Mrs. Weasley, Remus and the whole damn order, the whole stupid world, he had tons of unopened letters in his room, he had only opened the ones who were from the order(a.k.a Remus) and his friends but the didn't answer, he only send a letter every 3 days, saying he was alright, so they wouldn't come to Privet Drive , not that he cared about upsetting his "family" it was just that he didn't wanted to se anybody, he wanted to be left alone, but no!, nobody wanted to leave him alone, the only people he wanted around were dead, and the was no solution to that, and it was HIS fault , it didn't matter how many people told him it wasn't he knew it was. He finally arrived to the park, holding back the tears in his eyes, he lay down in a bench look up to the sky, there was only one star that magical night. "If only someone was alive, I wish my dad was alive, he would get me and even if he didn't', I don't care I just wish he was alive" he close his eyes wishing with all his hearth, he was secretly hoping that when he opened them James Potter would come running towards him, but when he did, nothing happened, no one was there, "Stupid "he thought, he got up drying the tears with his sleeve and went home, fall sleep, without eating again, and he didn't notice how the wind blow harder that ever and how as the wind blew the only star that was up in the sky started disappearing slowly until the only thing left there was a blue moon.
People say that if you wish something with all your hearth it comes true, sometimes those wishes aren't what you wish for. Harry Potter was a 15 year old boy and he was very different from boys his age, he hated summer vacation more than anything , he hated sleeping and dreams; especially the ones he had when he was awake . The date was July 30th the next day was his birthday but he didn't expected anything and he didn't care about anything anymore in fact the only reason he was out the house was that he couldn't put uop with his aunt constanltly naggin:" Why don't you eat?, Why don't you talk? Why why why? ", "why do you care????" thought Harry bitterly, she didn't used to care, why does she now?, now that he didn't want her to care, now that he didn't want anyone to care. But still a lot of people did, Ron, Hermione, M and Mrs. Weasley, Remus and the whole damn order, the whole stupid world, he had tons of unopened letters in his room, he had only opened the ones who were from the order(a.k.a Remus) and his friends but the didn't answer, he only send a letter every 3 days, saying he was alright, so they wouldn't come to Privet Drive , not that he cared about upsetting his "family" it was just that he didn't wanted to se anybody, he wanted to be left alone, but no!, nobody wanted to leave him alone, the only people he wanted around were dead, and the was no solution to that, and it was HIS fault , it didn't matter how many people told him it wasn't he knew it was. He finally arrived to the park, holding back the tears in his eyes, he lay down in a bench look up to the sky, there was only one star that magical night. "If only someone was alive, I wish my dad was alive, he would get me and even if he didn't', I don't care I just wish he was alive" he close his eyes wishing with all his hearth, he was secretly hoping that when he opened them James Potter would come running towards him, but when he did, nothing happened, no one was there, "Stupid "he thought, he got up drying the tears with his sleeve and went home, fall sleep, without eating again, and he didn't notice how the wind blow harder that ever and how as the wind blew the only star that was up in the sky started disappearing slowly until the only thing left there was a blue moon.