Author: Allanasha ke kiri PM
Here are the four prologues to the stories in my poll, as asked by my reviewers. Poll is closed, but as I have yet to load any of them, feel free to send your vote in a review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Harry P. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,088 - Reviews: 37 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 4 - Published: 03-30-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4167458
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Title: Star Light, Star Bright
Author: Allanasha Ke Kiri
Pairing: Undecided, but might by Harry/Tom
Rating: T (just to be safe)
Summery: six year old Harry Potter make a childish wish on a star to be anywhere but his relatives; while another place and time, another young boy wishes that he had someone that cared. Their magic hears them and works together to take young Harry to an orphanage where a seven year old Tom Riddle currently resides. What will the future hold for our two favorite boys?
Alright everyone, you might as well know that, as of this chapter I have absolutely no idea where I want to go. I do not know how far this will go, if it will have a sequel, or if Harry goes back to the future. (can you imagine the panic?) I also don't know if Tom will change . . . probably not. Well, not overly much.
I got this plot-bunny reading another story, such is my luck, huh? Anyway, here it is!
The sky quickly darkened around Little Whinging, Surrey, and all around the quaint, quiet, neighborhood, mothers were calling in their children for the night. As the streets emptied of the laughing, playing children, the lights turned on in the various windows the identicle houses had. Soon, the only one still outside was a young six-year-old child, whose guardians did not care. The child, small even for one so young, stared longingly at the buildings, imagining the families gathering telly and, later, the table for dinner.
Harry Potter, the young child, did not know why his guardians did not seem to like him as they did Dudley, their son, nor did he understand why he slept in the cupboard under the stairs while his cousin received two bedrooms. All he did know was that he wanted what everyone else had, a family. Someone to tuck him in at night and read him a story, like he had seen Aunt Petunia do to Dudley every night.
Young Harry sat alone and forgotten on the curb outside number 4, Privet Drive, his green eyes watching the quiet street. Slowly, his eyes turned to the sky. They lit upon seeing a single star in the sky. Earlier that week, a nice man had told him a little rhyme used for wishes, and, despite his relative's attempts at keeping him from believing in anything 'unusual,' Harry couldn't help but feel like there had to be something more than what he saw, and, gazing up at the single star, he couldn't help but close his eyes.
"Star light, star bright," he quietly chanted, "first star I see tonight; wish I may, wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." He took a deep breath and, squishing his eyes tightly together he put everything into his next words. "I wish I was anywhere but here."
A bright light flashed through the street, completely unnoticed by anyone in the quiet houses. Two hours later, Petunia Dursley stepped outside and yelled for Harry. When he did not come, she frowned and called again. Her angry frown turned to one of fear as she hurried into the house, locking it behind her as she went to search for her husband. Only one thought echoed through her head: what would those freaks do if they came to get the boy and discovered him gone?
The Orphanage was quiet at night. He liked it that way. Not that it was really night yet. The sky was still to light for it to be so, and there was only one star in the sky. Still, though, the grounds were quieting as everyone was going inside, trying to keep out of the hot summer night air.
Tom did not care about the heat. He was alone, again. Not that anybody cared about him. He was just poor orphan Tommy. The 'freak' who caused strange things to happen. Tom roughly wiped a tear from his blue eyes, holding his right arm to his chest. It was still sore where the older boys had stretched it out so that another one could sit on it. He was angry at himself for crying. All it ever did was cause you to be seen as weak by those that sought to hurt you. Still, it would be nice to have someone that cared about you. That actually worried that something might be happening to you.
On the other side of the gates, Tom watched as a small family by. A small boy sat on a tall man's shoulders; while a woman held a small bundle in her arms.
"Daddy, look," the boy exclaimed, pointing into the sky, "It's a star!"
The family stopped walking as they looked into the sky.
"Make a wish," the man said. "It might come true."
Tom listened as the child recited a silly rhyme before becoming silent. He wondered what the kid was going to wish for.
"Done?" the woman asked.
The boy nodded. "I wished that--"
"Don't tell us, it wont come true," the man warned.
Tom watched the family continue away before his eyes turned to the sky once more, landing on the star that shone. Did it really work? Daring to hope, Tom closed eyes.
"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight," he whispered, not daring to speak any louder. " wish I may, wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." Trying not to get his hopes up, he took a deep breath. "I wish I had someone that cared."
A moment later, a bright flash of light had Tom's eyes flying open. Sitting just a little ways ahead of him was a little boy with black, messy, hair, with his head bowed. He hadn't been there before Tom had closed his eyes.
Cautiously, Tom moved forward. "What are you doing here?" Tom called, sounding tougher than he felt.
The boy jumped, leaping to his feet. When he turned, Tom felt himself drawn into his green eyes. They were like gems he had seen in a book. Emeralds, they were called. Tom had never seen eyes like that. They stared at him in fear, and Tom couldn't help but feel that eyes that looked like a priceless stone shouldn't shine with fear.
"W-who are you?" the boy asked, looking around. "Where am I?"
Tom drew himself up to his full height. "This is St. Mary's Orphanage (1). I'm Tom Riddle. Who're you?"
"I-I'm Harry Potter." The boy, Harry, looked around in amazement.
"You should get back to your parents. They wouldn't want you hanging here," Tom said, even though he didn't want the smaller boy to leave yet.
Harry seemed to shrink in on himself, making him seem smaller than he had before. "I don't have parents. They died in a car crash."
Tom blinked. "I don't have 'em neether." He brightened suddenly. "That means you can stay here. Everyone here doesn't have parents." It would give him a chance to get to know the boy with gem eyes better.
Harry blinked at him before turning his gaze to the sky, where the star still shone by itself. "It gave me my wish," he said quietly. Harry looked back down and gave him a hesitant smile. "Okay."
Tom smiled and grabbed him arm, dragging him to the enterance of the orphanage.
Here it is. Sorry if Tom seems a little out of character, but remember, he's only 7. And I showed the beginnings of his . . . thoughness? I don't know . . . already. Don't worry, he will still grow to be . . . him. . . I think. Probably. As I've stated before I don't really know where this is going to go. It depends on a mixture of what my muse wants, and what my readers want.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed! You can vote for this in my profile or in a review. If you leave it in a review, please don't vote in the profile, it will severly mess up the results.
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