Preface Making a wish

Harry had killed Voldemort saved the entire wizarding world. He thought he could return to the days of happiness, the times before Voldemort intervened, once the tyrant was gone and yet he felt depressed and alone. He came to hate this place, this world. Death had changed everyone in ways Harry did not expect. 'Ginny was just wants me for my fame and poplarity. Ron and Hermione are together, they no longer enjoy being with me. They just want to be together. George misses Fred, he can't think of anyone but his brother. He doesn't want to be with anyone.'

Harry James Potter was sick of trying to be normal when he wasn't. He no longer had anyone who cared about him. His god father was dead, so was his mother and father. Severus Snape's death had saddened him the most. Remus, Dumbledore, everyone he ever loved. They weren't there. The poor boy was left all alone with no one he loved.

Harry was thinking about the things he had seen. Voldemort was an evil they had to fight against, but if things had have gone differently Fred would be here. Their joke shop would still be flourishing. Severus wouldn't have been bitten to death by that dam snake. All Harry wanted was to have a family, be happy and have friends. But his friends didn't care for him now that they had their own fame and changes to move them away from him. All they saw was themselves rather than the lonely boy who couldn't seem to reach them.

He had once loved Ginny, but now he didn't. She began to complain when he didn't start spending the money he had been left with by Sirius and his parents, angrily trying to convince him to buy useless things. He was just too hurt to do so. He always asked what if. He would never know and all he wanted was family and people who truly loved him to be alive (here) and well.

Time moved forward for everyone, but Harry had a life. His friends got married while he was left alone to live alone. He only wanted a happy family and his was taken away before he knew it. Happiness was all he wanted. Deep down, he knew that it was silly to want something he could never have, but after all that had happened, he felt he needed it.

Closing his emerald green eyes and shifting in his sheets, he felt something move through his heart. He wanted to make a wish. Today was his birthday after all. He was turning 18, but there was no one with him like in his childhood.

"I wish to find I place where I can live in happiness and love even in a war." The words spoken next wasn't heard as no one was left in the bed. Harry potter was no more