The sky filled with orange and a boy laid on dark green grass. There was a gentle breeze that blew over the boy. Not a cloud in the sky and life was getting better. No longer did he feel unloved and unwanted. No longer was he beaten and neglected.

He was happy, he had friends, he had a family. He wasn't alone, and he wasn't a freak.

He smiled.

People said that no matter how dark the night was, the sun will always rise, but he hadn't believed it. So many years living in the dark he doubted that he'd ever see better. But the sun has risen and life was good. The sun higher now left him smiling.

"Harry if you don't come then Molly is going to feed Ron your pancakes!"

Getting up Harry smiled at the man in dark robes with the silky hair, "I'm coming dad!" he ran to the man, into the sunrise.