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On a night unlike any other, 11 meteorites entered Earth's atmosphere. They streaked through the sky amid a seemingly ordinary meteor shower. What was unusual was the fact that nobody seemed to notice the global meteor shower; it was as if the world were raining burning space rocks, yet nobody noticed. Not the poetic stargazers, the expensive observatories; not even the young girls dreamily looking at the moon. The meteor shower rained over Earth, unnoticed even by those hidden from the rest of the world. The Wizarding World hadn't noticed it either; only the most attuned to nature felt something unusual, and only the most open-minded among them saw even a glimpse of it, only to magically lose interest soon after.
As the few meteorites among hundreds of thousands of meteors landed, they did not create craters nor explode; instead, they seemed to be absorbed into the Earth, moving closer to its core, stopping when they reached a certain depth, and staying there. The meteor shower continued, its beauty visible only to a few magical toddlers and children, as well as some animals and magical creatures. Those young ones who saw it soon forgot about it too, but they occasionally dreamt about it, dreams that would end in a rain of fire, where everyone would look up at the beautiful sky as the burning rocks flew overhead. What was stranger still was that some who were born after the shower experienced those dreams.
Oddly enough, all of those who saw that shower or even dreamt about it were girls, except for one: he was none other than the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. It was a Halloween night, the Halloween when he was 3 to be exact. He had been shoved into his cupboard for the night and was crying because he was hungry, not understanding why his family hated him. His aunt and uncle always shouted at him, but he couldn't comprehend why. He knew he was smarter than those his age, as proven by the difference between him and his cousin. He felt lost and confused.
Suddenly, he felt something strange, so he instinctively looked up. He saw the house turn almost invisible above him, as did anything that blocked his view of the open sky, including surrounding buildings, walls, and even clouds. He saw something he thought he would remember for the rest of his days: the whole sky covered in streaks of fire. It did not inspire fear within him, but rather awe. He looked at the sky with pure amazement, feeling his heart beat faster than he could ever remember. He kept watching the beautiful sky until his energy ran out, and he fell asleep to a peaceful sleep full of happy dreams and burning skies.