A/N
*~I do not own any of these characters...the usual
This is my first ATTEMPT at a fanfic. Please r&r. very very short
Chapter 1
Harry Potter
August 28
Harry Potter rolled out of bed. He sat up, rubbed his bright
green eyes and put on his round glasses. Four o'clock, again.
Harry sighed and laid back down to see his best friend, Ron Weasley
fast asleep and snoring with his fiery red hair spread out across the
pillow.
Harry had spent the last two weeks with the Weasley family.
Everything had gone well and he was enjoying himself, except every
morning he would wake up around three o clock. It felt to him as though
he had not had a good sleep in years.
Harry stared at the ceiling and brought himself into deep thought.
Voldemort is alive. He wished Cedric Diggory hadn't died, he
wished he hadn't insisted on taking the trophy at the same time, he
wished he still had his parents, he wished everything was "normal" once
again.
Harry scowled and brought himself out of these thoughts. He knew
wishing could not change his past. He knew it could not bring his parents
or Cedric back. They were gone and they weren't coming back. He would
not see them for a long time. The thing Harry didn't know was that one
day, wishing might just change everything.
A/N
I know it's..short. If i get good reviews i might continue.
*~I do not own any of these characters...the usual
This is my first ATTEMPT at a fanfic. Please r&r. very very short
Chapter 1
Harry Potter
August 28
Harry Potter rolled out of bed. He sat up, rubbed his bright
green eyes and put on his round glasses. Four o'clock, again.
Harry sighed and laid back down to see his best friend, Ron Weasley
fast asleep and snoring with his fiery red hair spread out across the
pillow.
Harry had spent the last two weeks with the Weasley family.
Everything had gone well and he was enjoying himself, except every
morning he would wake up around three o clock. It felt to him as though
he had not had a good sleep in years.
Harry stared at the ceiling and brought himself into deep thought.
Voldemort is alive. He wished Cedric Diggory hadn't died, he
wished he hadn't insisted on taking the trophy at the same time, he
wished he still had his parents, he wished everything was "normal" once
again.
Harry scowled and brought himself out of these thoughts. He knew
wishing could not change his past. He knew it could not bring his parents
or Cedric back. They were gone and they weren't coming back. He would
not see them for a long time. The thing Harry didn't know was that one
day, wishing might just change everything.
A/N
I know it's..short. If i get good reviews i might continue.