The Dursleys would shout from the rooftops "We're normal" if they thought for one moment their neighbors would not consider the act of doing so abnormal in of itself, so is it any wonder they kicked out the boy after one abnormal thing too many?

The boy in question didn't think so, he'd long given up acting like Dudley to appease the Dursleys, if anything acting like precious Duddy-kins just made things worse.

So when he finally got to school he paid attention and did his best, very much unlike his cousin who seemed more inclined to talk with the other kids and make fun of the Boy and anyone else that caught his eye and didn't meet his family's standards.

Sadly however the Boy's best wasn't good enough, sure he had answered the questions right, but he didn't know his own name. It wasn't his fault, but the teachers seemed to think he was mocking them and wouldn't believe him when he said otherwise, finally calling his Uncle.

The drive home was filled with tension, his Uncle's neck had never been so red. As he tried walking through the front door he was pushed out the door on his butt, his few articles of elephant-sized clothing getting scattered about him, "There boy, don't say we never gave you anything, now, get, and I don't want to see your freakishness disgracing this neighborhood again." The door slammed shut.

In an alternative universe perhaps he would have been punished- perhaps merely spending a few nights outside, then dumbed down his studies, hindered his learning. This is not that universe.

***'

Despite how lucky the Dursleys said the boy was for taking him in, he was finding being on his own far better. The nights weren't that much colder than in the cupboard under the stairs, though that might change in Winter, for now with all the miniature gorilla's clothes made it a little warm.

Besides, the Boy was long since used to finishing leftovers, so wasn't very squeamish. Restaurants and grocery stores threw away tons of perfectly good food, he usually ate better than he had at the Dursley's home, how sad was that?

Sure, he was usually chased away if the employees saw him, either to catch him to call his cops or his dead parents, or the cops for stealing out of dumpsters, but he didn't care, they never caught him even if some places had to be written off so they would keep not catching him.

Cooking was more of a challenge- namely, he didn't have a way to, and cleaning his clothes... Well, they got mostly clean in bathroom sinks, and so did he, and there usually wasn't anyone yelling at him to hurry up unlike at the Dursleys.

Even if the other kids he saw didn't want to play with him, a boy in a makeshift shirt knapsack, clothes worn and two times his size, he at least had toys of his own.

Discarded balls and even a Frisbee from a park, where he also discovered grills that just needed some wood and matches which made for a nice change of diet.

Panhandling usually wasn't fun though- they all either ignored him or wanted them to go with him, one time it was a man and that freakish thing that happened around him sometimes happened again, the man was thrown into a garbage can allowing the boy to run.

He wished he knew what that was, he always felt a bit tired and giddy from it, but that was it. Maybe the Dursleys knew, but if so they'd never tell him, especially not now.

The library where the boy sometimes went much to the librarian's obvious disdain didn't have anything on it, well, there was magic- but that was just card and coin tricks. Still, that could be fun too, and he didn't have all that much else to do.

Still, the boy-who-lived-under-a-bridge wished, as he rolled a coin across his knuckles before it seemingly vanished, that he knew why he could do those weird things. He also could use a name come to think of it.

Not all wishes come true, but some do.

A shooting star passed overhead, and the boy reiterated his wish.

The shooting star- a frozen hunk of poop from an airplane- seemed to sparkle, taking the Boy's wish into consideration- that or the friction from falling was burning pieces of it, one of those.