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Wishes Do Come True ~ Peter Parker

request- PeterParkerxHarryPotterAU!

stucky_fandom

warnings- angst, orphan child, language, bullying

words- 4154

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It's always been tough for as long as he could remember. The memory of his parents is very vague, he could only remember brief feelings of happiness and content. Sometimes he would smell something and smile with a nostalgic feeling in his tummy, he must be something he smelled from his parents because there were no memories of the orphanage that would make him smile. 

He frowned and groaned as he heard the caregiver scream and bang a metal ladle to a pot to wake all the other boys. Peter sat up in his bed and reaches over for his glasses. Sitting up to stretch and yawn, scratching the scar on his forehead and then quickly covering it with his hair. 

"Get 'ur arses up, you lazy good-for-nothin's!" the "caregiver" yelled, her accent thick and voice booming. Peter stood up and put his feet in his slippers that he had found in an old storage closet. He tried to straighten out his bedsheets and pillows while the caregiver rushed around the room to hit the boys that didn't wake up quick enough with the ladle. 

"Oi, Peter!" he heard his bunkmate whisper-shout. He looked up and grinned, "Oh, g'mornin', Oliver." he says and Oliver climbs down his ladder after making his bed. "Look what I found!" he says and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a few wrapped chocolate balls. Peter smiles and tries to hide it to make sure the "caregiver" doesn't see and take it away. 

"Where did you find them?" he says and Oliver smiles, "In the kitchen in a jar, I only took a few. Want one?" he asks and Peter takes over and shoves it into his pocket. It wouldn't be smart to eat one now. 

The "caregiver" leads all the boys to brush their teeth and then to the mess hall. Occasionally Peter would hear the sob or the scream of a boy who was lacking behind and got hit with the ladle. He made sure to walk fast enough to stay with the group. 

The boy says at the long, wooden mess hall table while the cooks served breakfast which consisted of oats, eggs, and toast with butter and coffee. Before they were allowed to eat they had to listen to the headmistress talk about the day, and what chores they would be doing.

"Mornin' boys, today is August 9th. Your chores will be to mop and sweep up the floors, water the flower bed, tend to the chickens, and weed the garden, and do your laundry. You will start as soon as you are done eating." the headmistress says, almost screaming as their voice echoes in the room. She sits down and the boys begin eating. 

It's August 9th? Tomorrow is my birthday then! I'll be eleven! Peter thinks and smiles as he eats his plain breakfast. His smile turns into a frown when he sees one of the "caregivers" storming over to him, making deadly eye contact. Peter's bright eyes filled up with fear as the "caregiver" growled at him. "Somethin' funny Parker?" she growls and he shakes his head. Oliver stares at the "caregiver" in fear and then frowns when he sees Peter's face. 

"N-no, madame, " he says and breaks eye contact, looking at the dirty floor with scuff marks. The "caregiver" grips him by the scruff of the neck and shouts, "Well somethin' must've been funny, you were sittin' 'ere laughin' and grinnin'!" she yells and holds his head up so he can look at all the other boys that were trying to mind their own business. "You see anyone else 'ere laughin'?" she says and Peter shakes his head. She lets him go and scowls at him. "So, why were you laughin'?"

I wasn't even laughing you old hag, Peter thought to himself. "Well, I remembered that my birthday is tomorrow and it made me smile-"

The "caregiver's" ugly, pig-like laugh cut him off. "'Ur birthday don't mean shite 'ere! Wipe the smile off 'ur face and finish eatin' so you can do 'ur chores!" she shouts and hits him upside the head with her hand. Peter's head lurches forward and almost hits the table. She storms away and Peter bites his lip and tries to stuff his mouth with food to distract himself from sobbing. Oliver looks over with a sad smile, unsure of how to comfort his friend.