Miracles and Wishes

Chapter 1

October 31, 1986

The school bell rang, announcing that the day's classes had ended. Most of the children at St. Grogory's were eager to return home for a variety of reasons. One, because it was Friday. Second, the following day was a Saturday, which meant there were no classes.

"Most" was the keyword. One child, a scrawny six-year-old with unkempt black hair and glasses that could fall at any time, was not pleased. He would prefer to spend his days at school than return home. He had nothing to be thrilled about, save perhaps taking care of his aunt's garden. He likes gardening; perhaps he'd stay outside on Saturday and Sunday.

But, staying outside wasn't all that good for him. He would end up being hunted by his cousin and his merry band of friends. They called it a game, but a game is supposed to be fun (or so they say). He never has fun with them.

With a sigh, Harry Potter began to make his way home, going through streets that he knew his cousin, Dudley, rarely took. It was a jolly little walk, no one was bothering him, no one was calling him names, and no one was hitting him. With no watch nor any timepiece, Harry relied on the sky to determine the time. It was still a little early for his curfew, and he could do with a little bit of fresh air.

"Look who it is, if it isn't Harry!"

The familiar voice caused a shiver to run down Harry's back. He slowly turned around to see four kids who were all a head taller than him. Dudley and gang.

Dudley gave him a mocking smile as he approached him. "Harry's scared everyone, he might even grow a tail between his legs!"

The whole gang snickered at Dudley's comment. Harry on the other hand was busy trying to find the fastest and best escape route. Before Piers and Dennis could hold him, he made a run for it. He ran as fast as he could, through crowds, through tunnels, over fences, his last option would be alleyways.

Alleys were always tricky, if you didn't know the neighbourhood well, you'd be stuck in a dead end.

Dudley and the others were surprisingly catching up to him, Harry had no choice but to turn to his last resort. He darted towards an alley, praying to God that the twists and turns wouldn't end and would simply keep going until he's finally lost the ones chasing him.

The adrenaline was coursing through his veins as he ran, glad that no dead end was coming his way... But he just had to jinx himself.

A wall, it was so tall that he wouldn't be able to jump over it. Harry felt trapped as he heard the voice of Dudley and his friends coming closer. His back was on the wall, it was taking everything in him to not cry then and there. He was a big boy, and big boys don't cry.

Instead, he wished for a miracle to happen. His uncle and aunt never did like Harry for his miracles. He thought it was bad too, but he was always saved by those miracles. It was like magic.

So, Harry wished, and wished, and wished.

"There he is!"

Harry's breathing became heavy, knowing what was about to come. But sudden bolts of energy shot through his body, and before he knew it he was falling.

Harry always wondered how Alice felt falling through the rabbit hole, he was falling but at the same time he wasn't. He simply couldn't explain it.

Harry closed his eyes, wanting to get rid of the strange feeling.

Before he knew it, it was gone. It was like a strong gust of wind passed him. But when he opened his eyes, and began to feel, he realised there was no wind. And there was also no alley.

He panicked, thinking that the situation he was in was something like the incident on the roof (when he somehow ended up on it). Harry looked around to see if there was anyone in sight. There were a few adults roaming around, all having a grim expression on their faces.