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one of those AUs/theories where Omori was a prexisting entity but he just came from isat's universe or smth

Wishes made...

“Happy birthday!” Petunia exclaimed, revealing a large chocolate cake with candles carefully arranged into an 11. Dudley and his uncle started singing, as out of tune as they were every year, the lights dimmed to provide a better focus for the flames flickering, awaiting his wish before being blown out. Severus joined in with a hint of reluctance, restoring some semblance of a tune to the song.

Harry beamed at them all, delighted. He had always preferred small family celebrations rather than big parties. Severus counted as family, as while he wasn’t actually related by blood or marriage to any of them he had been friends with Lily and Petunia since they were young children in Cokeworth. Even after all the years that had passed he and Petunia were still close so he had played a role in raising Harry and Dudley, especially with them living just round the corner from his house on Spinner’s End. That house was as much home as the Dursley’s one to the two boys.

“Go on then,” Vernon said cheerfully, gesturing towards the lit candles, “Make a wish…”

Harry closed his eyes and wondered. He thought carefully, picking through his options, feeling silly as he did so. They were just candles and it was just a wish, it wouldn’t come true. There was no magic to make things like birthday wishes into reality. Wishing for magic to be real seemed childish, and wishing his parents back to life seemed slightly ungrateful. He did wish they were still alive, but he also didn’t know them. They were just people he had heard stories about, his mother a sweet girl who Severus and Petunia had both adored, who had married a man called James Potter than they both disapproved of. He loved the family he had. He just wished that his parents hadn’t died in a drunk driving incident when he’d been a baby, though the fact that he’d survived had been down to dubious parental negligence that had meant he hadn’t been in the car with them when they decided to go out drinking. He wished that it had been something else that had killed them, that they had been better parents even if they were still dead. Almost like a compromise, leaving them lying quietly in their graves but improving the way others might look back on them, but never interfering with the safety and security of his current family.

He blew, his wish made, feeling strangely guilty about it. The world seemed slightly colder for a moment, as if the heat had gone out with the tiny flames of the candles. He kept his eyes closed, the silence of the moment stretching on in an alien fashion. Every other year after blowing out the candles, everyone would clap and there would be friendly laughter. Then they would eat the cake as he opened his presents, grateful that he was alive and well, being looked after and loved.

He opened his eyes to a brief spell of darkness, until the door of the cupboard under the stairs opened. For a second he felt a strange sense of disorientation, as if he wasn’t supposed to be there, as if he had been whisked away from his family and into the cupboard as if by magic, and then it settled in his mind as firm as reality. He had always slept in the cupboard. There had never been another option.

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“Secretary for an expanding business. Must be able to take dictation and touch-type. Five days a week. Eight pounds and four shillings a month... Must be able to start immediately”.

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♫♥♫♫♥♫ SAILING ♫♥♫♫♥♫ ~ Christopher Cross

It's not far down to paradise At least it's not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away And find tranquility The canvas can do miracles Just you wait and see Believe me It's not far to never never land No reason to pretend And if the wind is right you can find the joy Of innocence again The canvas can do miracles Just you wait and see Believe me Sailing Takes me away To where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free Fantasy It gets the best of me When I'm sailing All caught up in the reverie Every word is a symphony Won't you believe me It's not far back to sanity At least it's not for me And when the wind is right you can sail away And find serenity The canvas can do miracles Just you wait and see Believe me

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