The Boy Who Wanted A Family

Harry had just turned six and made a wish to have a family who loves him. His wish gets granted and his new parents come in the form of a safe kid and a scissor enforcer.

I do not own anything belonging to Harry Potter or SVTFOE.

(Adopted from Ybarra87)

It was the night before his sixth birthday. Harry was sent to his cupboard early that night without supper, like every night before and every night as long as he lived under his Aunt and Uncle's roof. This time was because Harry asked if his 'loving' family could celebrate his birthday and the response was a beating and being locked in the cupboard. The reason; Freaks don't have parties and are lucky that they get a roof overhead and a warm bedroom; if you could call it that.

Harry could barely see the clock that hung outside his room, but he could hear the lone chime's as the clock chimed 12;00 midnight as upstairs his Uncle snores, Harry looks down at the pile of dirt and grime that cover his floor; with his slender finger he draws a cake into the dirt and with a huff of air Harry blows out the candles he made that sat upon the cake he drew, and with a slight whisper he wishes with all his might and hope.

"I wish I had a family that loved me, I wish I had a mother and a dad to cuddle me and make sure I was loved." Harry says to himself his tear-soaked cheeks stare up into the lone light that hangs overhead, and with a slight sob Harry turns his head to the side and with a slight wince, Harry lays his head down to sleep.

If Harry had not gone to sleep he would have seen the dust become more smoke-like; the smoke escapes from his room and the house he stayed in, the smoke drifts upwards away from the home & away from the Earth.

The smoke lands in the skeletal hands of a cloaked figure, it curls around the bone-like fingers of the cloaked figure. Around the figure devices unlike anything has created whirl and churn, a door slams open as another figure cloaked in gold appears in the room followed by two more; one in silver and the other in blue.

"Watching the Potter boy again sister?" a woman's voice asks as the figure dressed in blue steps forward.

"Indeed I am Magic, indeed I am." the skeletal cloaked woman says, her bone-like hand still holding the smoke.

"You and this boy have a connection, and that is why we are here." the figure dressed in gold says waving its sleeve-covered arm towards the other figures in the room.

"I do Life, that boy is connected to me due to his family." the skeletal woman says; her own cloak sweeps towards the centre of the room where a strange device sits.

"You must understand Death, Life and myself must be given a reason; Why should we grant this wish?" the figure dressed in silver asks.

"He's my master." Death says simply; her bone-like hands cradle the smoke.

"We are shocked Death, you've never given up your power to a mortal before. Why now?" Life asks joining Death at the centre of the room.

"Because his family bested me, I gave his ancestor a gift; My cloak and he bested me." Death says as a hand grabs at her cloaked shoulder.

"That Ignotus boy correct?" the figure dressed in silver asks; its own hand being the one upon Death's shoulder.

"Yes Fate, the very same." Death says shrugging her sister's hand from her shoulder.

Life looks towards Fate and Magic and all there gazes look towards the device that Death stands over, in her hand the smoke rests clasped tightly around her bone-like fingers.

"We grant your masters wish Death." Life, Magic and Fate say at the same time; their magic opens a doorway into a world they have visited before; a world full of creatures, unlike anything any mortal has seen before. Death looks towards her two sisters and her brother and with a nod from the three of them Death lets the smoke drop into the device, and with a shudder, a pathway opens once again towards the forgotten world.

"Take your Master Death but be warned, he must return on the eve of Fire!" Fate says watching Death leave the room with a small Pop.

"Do you think this family could help?" Magic asks; sweeping her hand over the device, an image of a boy wearing a red hoddie battle a creature made of socks; while another figure, a woman with a crown of fire strikes down a monster with the base of her scissors.

"Only if they become a family first!" Life says simply watching the image flicker and start to fade from the device; just before the image fades completely a bespectacled child jumps into the arms of the boy, and with a sigh, the child cuddles into the boy's chest while the other figure watches with a slight chuckle.