Hey all its Stuck in Wonderland. Here's the first chappie of my story. I wanted to place the disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…if I did I wouldn't be sitting here reading great fanfics about him plus I wouldn't be working as a Substitute Teacher.

Also I wanted to say thanks for all the ppl who read this story in December. I know it's been several weeks since I wrote the Prologue. I sort of thought there would be some reviews…but its okay. Then I got side tracked with reading…But I got the bug again. Now I want everyone to know I am American…so forgive me if the Potter characters sound more American than British.

So here's Chapter 1. Oh and the title is from the song "Hello" by Evanescence. Enjoy! Review!

Chapter 1: Hello

The cul-de-sac of Privet Drive seemed like a peaceful place to raise a family. There is a playground for the children to play and friendly neighbors to have a cup of tea with. There was relative peace and quiet in this neighborhood. Except on this night.

This night there was crying and screaming that broke the silence of the night. Most of the people of privet drive wouldn't hear the suffering in the cries, but there were two people who were awoken from their slumber by the cries and screams.

Vernon heard the crying and he got up. He was so mad that this freak dare wake him up for the fourth time this week. It was only the fourth day of the summer and Vernon felt that the disgusting freak was ruining it. I got out of bed and headed to the door and he heard Petunia waking up.

"Vernon, where are you going," Petunia said half still asleep. "Go back to sleep Pet," Vernon said as he opened the door, walked through and shut it again. He walked down the hallway to the smallest bedroom and he slammed the door open and he saw the little bawl baby tossing and turning. He stomped over to the bed and pushed the freak off the bed. Vernon saw that the freak was awake.

"What," the half asleep boy muttered. "Shut up freak. Quit your whining and crying. No one in this house can sleep with you being a baby. You damned freak," Vernon yelled. He turned around and went back to his bed and quickly fell asleep.

Harry sat there stunned. He remembered everything he saw. He kept trying to save Sirius, but he wasn't fast enough. He remembered watching the accusing look on his face as he fell through the veil.

Harry looked out his window and could see that it was a new moon. He hated the dark and the night. He hated that he was stuck here in this hell hole that was his aunt and uncle's house. He hated that with it only being day four of the summer break, no one had written him. He felt so alone. He didn't have anyone to talk to about anything.

He untangled himself from the blanket and went to his window and looked out into the night. He couldn't see much, except what the street lights were lighting up. He knew how desolate his future looked as well. In fact he knew that he really didn't have one. He hated Dumbledore. He hated that he wasn't prepared for the fight with Voldemort. He hated that he was the one who had to kill or be killed. He hated that he couldn't tell anyone because that would put them in danger. He hated that he'd been cut off. He couldn't stand the thought of having to be alone in this fight.

He thought about everything especially the 'what if's'. What if he'd just taken the Goblet of Fire. What if he'd listened to Hermione. What if he'd never accepted the letter to Hogwarts. What if he hadn't survived the Killing curse when he was a baby. Even though he couldn't really go back in time and change things like this, he wished he could.

He went and sat on his bed and looked around at the tiny room that he occupied. He knew that he was alone and everything he had to face wasn't going to be easy. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to make it through everything alive. He was so tired of this life. He just really wanted to be with Sirius, where ever that was. He wanted to see his parents and just be able to be happy with them. But if he was honest with himself he wasn't even sure that he bought into religion and the thought of an afterlife. He honestly didn't believe that there was anything after death. He of course remembered what Dumbledore said to him at the end of his first year, but he truly didn't believe that there was anything past the void.

When he was younger he had prayed and prayed to God to let him join his parents. He wanted to be away from the hate and neglect that he faced almost daily while living with the Dursleys. He was dragged to church on Sundays with his aunt, uncle, and cousin; but they didn't have him sit next to them. He listened to the gospels that were preached about. He learned about the beatitudes, and thought that he'd be one of the ones to inherit the earth. But that dream never came true for him. He was still the low man on the totem pole. He still was the family servant. He didn't have a name until he began school. He was hated and ridiculed by everyone that met him. Thus he became rather cynical of religion.

Harry sat alone in the dark of the small bedroom and hugged his knees to his chest and kept himself from falling asleep the rest of the night. All the while thinking, 'I'm doomed.'