Chapter 1

Harry’s Big Wish

I disclaim all that is J.K Rowling’s creations and the guest appearance of Belldandy to Dar k Horse Comics only the plot and new character are mine.

Nine-year-old Harry Potter’s life was pretty much dissolved into routine. During the fall and winter months, Harry would go to elementary school get bullied by his fat, mean spirited, stupid cousin Dudley and his equally stupid friends physically. During the summer months he get bullied by his Aunt and Uncle verbally, while Dudley continued physically bullying him.

This summer was not much different than the previous, Harry spent most of his days either doing chores around the house or running through the suburb trying to lose Dudley and his friends. Harry sprinted along an alleyway before ducking behind a couple of industrial sized trashcans. Dudley and his gang entered the alley looking around a moment before walking quietly down the alley. Harry did admire his cousin for one thing he was rather good at tracking either that or the fat lump was part dog and could sniff Harry out.

“He’s behind the trash’s Dudley,” one of the fat oaf’s friends stated. Harry panicked slightly looking around he was going to be cornered. Looking up he spotted a fire escape ladder just out of reach, drawn up as designed. He saw Dudley on one side and his lanky friend on the other slowing stocking toward him. He with sudden desperation tried to jump up and grab the ladder for the fire escape. About mid leap the young boy heard a loud crack and a second later was on the third stair of the fire escape. Looking around in confusion for a moment before glancing downward he saw Dudley and his lanky friend looking up at him with matching pale skin and shocked faces. This hadn’t been the first odd occurrence Harry had been involved in, just last year his Aunt irritated at the state his hair was in tried shaving him bald as a lesson. No more than an hour after the shaving Harry’s head was back to it’s original state. He’d been locked up in his cupboard for nearly a week for it. He could only imagine how many weeks he’ll be in it this time. With a weak groan he watched his cousin and his friends tear off down the alley. He couldn’t explain things to Aunt and Uncle on how things would miraculously happen to him. With feeling of overwhelming dread, he slowly climbed down and began a slow march back to Number 4 Privet Drive. Closer he got his legs felt like lead.

Upon entering the walkway leading up to the Dursley home Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley emerged. Vernon’s face was of out right rage while Petunia’s seemed to be mixture of horror and disgust. As soon as Harry passed the threshold he was grabbed behind by his uncle by the hair unceremoniously dragged toward his cupboard, opening said cupboard violently Vernon growled darkly, “Two weeks, and limited food.”

Harry had taken some precautions incase he’d be stuck in his cupboard for more than a week. He hadn’t expected one of those precautions would turn out to be so ironic. During one of the very few times the Dursley’s gave him some pocket change, Harry went to the closest sweet shop he could find. Inside they had candy, lollipops, cakes, and various other items of sweets. Harry bought a few packages of the American sweets that had been imported, the Hostess Cup Cakes and a huge container of Tootsie Rolls. It wasn’t hard to smuggle them into the house, his oversized clothing hand-me-downs of Dudley were perfect. He sighed heavily opening up the tootsie roll container looking inside. It wasn’t the best meal he could have but at least it kept him from starving, he still had the two cup cakes, saving them for his birthday he even manage to find a candle.

Life for Harry during the summer at this moment was filled with utter boredom. His Aunt would open the cupboard long enough to give him a slice of bread and milk wait until he gobbled them down, then extracted the glass before shutting and locking the cupboard again. Harry couldn’t do much except play with the action figures he found in a box in the corner of his cupboard or sit and stare at the ceiling. It was at the beginning of his second week of his imprisonment that he realized his birthday was fast approaching. Not that anyone cared much about his birthday save himself. He felt it was just one year left until he could leave the Dursley’s forever. On the night before his birthday Harry lit a candle on his cup cake and waited for the clock in the living room to strike twelve. While waiting however he thought of what he’d wish for. What do I really want, friends. Though it was highly unlikely Harry would get many friends at school, what with every kid in school scared witless of Dudley. Even though prospect of friends was nice it wasn’t what he wanted most. He closed his eyes thinking of his parents he was never allowed to ask questions about them. Yet, he yearned for daily and on some nights cried because they were gone. It might be a stretch to wish for both parents even bigger if the wish was actually granted. He paused in his thoughts thinking about which of his parents he wanted more at this point in time. I really want my mom, when his thoughts were focused with real clarity as the clocked finally ticked and a light gong sounded. I wish from deepest parts of my heart and soul that my mom was alive. With that that Harry opened his tear streaked eyes and blew out the candle.

The candlelight however didn’t stay blown out, the young boy watched as the light went from a gentle yellow, orange, and red to a bright white light. Harry’s eyes squinted a bit; he could have sworn he saw a pair of gentle blue eyes in the light. The light circled Harry once before shooting through the grate in his cupboard. With a silent awe Harry stared at the grate until his stomach reminded him that he had yet to eat his cupcake. Eating in silence wondering what had happen and it was a long time before he fell asleep.

The strange light that had flown off, quickly found itself in the small village of Godric’s Hollow. The light slowly began to descend onto a pile of rubble before the light shimmered growing longer becoming more distinct and forming into a female shape. The dissolved the figure was that of beautiful young woman with cascade of light brown hair and gentle blue eyes. The dress she wore had numerous designs upon it. She looked around the rubble pulling out a light brown long wand, closing her eyes she felt out the area. “Harry Potter, your pure wish,” she muttered softly a huge beam of light shot toward the ground light encompassed a small area and when it vanished a young laid upon the ground she had long reddish brown hair, as she slowly opened her sharp green eyes. “Has been granted,” the strange woman announced.