Chapter 1
Harry Potter loved every single star in the universe.
How could he not love them?
When they had been the one to make him warm in the coldest nights.
How could Harry even dare to hate the one thing that made him want to live the most?
Of course he couldn't.
But with that being said, Harry Potter mourned the stars, all of his being mourned even the smallers stars.
And that was just how Harry existed, mourning the fallen.
When he was 7, Harry knew he wasn't like other kids.
There was something fundamentally wrong inside him,something so rotten that it could never be fixed again , but there was also a glow , hidden on the darkness of his soul.
Harry knew what it was.
It was his own little star, to take care and admire.
"Stars.."
Such and interesting subject. He didn't know much about them , but what he knew?
It made Harry love the stars even more than anything else.
'How do you take care of a star?' Harry wondered.
'Do they need to be feed?'
'Could his star get hurt?'
These were all question Harry saved for later, when he could sneak out of class and run to the library.
After many hours,the class Harry had been waiting for started , history was the only class in which he could sneak out,considerating the teacher never came and the substitute didn't even teach.
Harry was prepared.
He would learn about the stars.
And he would best at knowing them.